Overlord, I don't want to be the Holy Queen's Great Sword

Everyone had a clear division of labor, but no matter how steady their movements were, there was a hint of urgency in their expressions.

They were eager to study this undead race that had reached the heroic level, and wanted to study their teacher's magic and break through to the fifth level.

While the students behind him gathered around the heavily armored skeleton warrior, Fluder left the Mage Tower alone, leaning on his staff.

Every now and then, people would greet him when they saw him on the road, but Fluder would just nod slightly and continue to walk away.

For a moment, almost everyone was subconsciously stunned. Although the Great Wizard Fluder usually nodded in response, this time was different.

The Grand Master's usual intelligent and sharp eyes suddenly changed today.

What was revealed in those eyes at this moment was nostalgia and expectation.

Everyone couldn't help but feel a little curious. What on earth had happened to make the great wizard look like that?

But no matter how curious they were, everyone along the way kept this doubt deep in their hearts.

It was not until the appearance of a beautiful young man with blond hair and red eyes that the great wizard stopped for the first time.

"Your Highness Jill."

"Teacher, I have some questions I want to ask you, is that ok?"

The future emperor of the empire, the still young Blood Emperor Gilkniver, who was only eight years old, asked timidly, but his eyes kept looking at a maid behind him.

She was a maid sent by his mother. Although she was loyal, she was always very strict about everything, which meant that he didn't even have a chance to be alone.

Every time I can only come to my teacher for help to get a short period of free time to play.

However, what surprised Gilkniver was that his teacher actually rejected him today.

“I’m sorry, Your Highness Gil.” Fluder placed his left hand on his chest and bowed slightly.

"I have something special and very important to do today, so I may not have time to answer your questions."

"But I will find time to look for Your Highness after I return."

Gilkenifer stared at Fluder blankly, nodded slightly, and smiled a little reluctantly: "It's okay, teacher. I really trouble you."

"I'll ask you for advice when you come back."

After saying that, Gilkniver slowly made way for him. With a little sadness in his heart, he couldn't help but wonder what his teacher was going to do.

Because according to his past understanding, his magic teacher always went between his residence and the Mage Tower, and even lived in the Mage Tower most of the time. He rarely broke his schedule except for orders from the empire.

There was an exception today?

For a moment, Gilkniver couldn't help but think about waiting for his teacher to come back and asking him what he had done.

You might hear something interesting!

Thinking back to the stories that Fluder had told him when he was bored, those stories were just legends in the eyes of ordinary people, but in the eyes of this teacher, they were all things he had experienced personally.

Whether it is the thirteen heroes, the eight desire kings' cities located in the desert, or the powerful demons wreaking havoc around.

Those illusory existences became clearly visible under the description of Fluder, the witness.

This is why Gilknifer likes this teacher so much.

The previously imaginary heroes turned into real people at this moment, and these were things the young man could not refuse.

Maybe it's the same this time?

Gilkniver was delighted when he thought of this, and his originally sad mood due to being rejected was immediately turned around. Even when the maid told him about his study tasks in the afternoon, he nodded with interest.

The maid looked at Gilknifer in surprise, thinking that the prince had finally come to his senses.

In fact, the boy was just looking forward to seeing what kind of brilliant story he would see from his teacher who was like a treasure.

The boy strode away, and Fluder also floated in the air and flew out of the capital of the empire.

At the age of over 200, nearly a hundred years has made him forget many things.

If it weren't for the ring he had been wearing on his hand that suddenly rang last night, he would have almost forgotten about it.

"Eurek...I didn't expect your descendants would contact me at this time."

"A child with an affinity for magic, who can reach the third level at the age of six."

"Eurek, is he a more outstanding genius than you?"

"Or is this a lie?"

"Forget it, just treat it as something that happened back then. I'll go take a look."

Fluder slowly flew towards a dense forest.

There was the mage tower that he had left behind before he became the Grand Mage of the Empire, and in that mage tower that had been almost abandoned for over a hundred years there was a teleportation array.

A magic circle that can directly reach the capital of the Holy Kingdom, Hebans, at the request of a friend back then.

"I wonder if the magic circle has lost its effect after all these years?"

Fluder murmured.

Chapter 57: It’s twisted, it’s twisted!

"Oh, brother Ika, I'm really sorry to bother you during this period of time!"

In a tavern, several screen-like objects surrounded a corner of the tavern, creating a barely private area.

The two paladins were now sitting at the round table in casual clothes, their words full of gratitude.

Ika, the deputy of Wind Flower Scripture in the Holy Kingdom branch, was also dressed like a street businessman, with an excited look on his face after being praised.

"Knight Rimbaud, Knight Alphonse, I am not happy with what you said!"

Ika deliberately pretended to be angry, and matched the excitement in his eyes. Everyone could see that the businessman was not angry.

"If you hadn't helped me on the way, my goods would have been detained by the city guards. Now I'm just helping you get some information. What's the trouble?"

"But I have never seen the kind of animal you are talking about."

Ika shook his head, as if he felt extremely regretful for not being able to help.

"The only name I've heard of is Kaz's. I've been traveling around the country over the years."

"Where is it?" Rimbaud and Alphonse looked at each other, immediately filled Ika's glass with fruit wine, and asked curiously.

As guardian knights under Karko, in recent months, apart from training and learning magical knowledge, they have been spending the rest of their time gathering intelligence for Her Royal Highness the Princess.

Since there has been no news on Spa's progress, Karl decided to take a two-pronged approach and asked his six knights to investigate the matter immediately.

Anyway, they have completed the most important task, and they can find the remaining scraps anytime they want.

That's why today's scene happened.

Rimbaud and Alphonse found a businessman they had helped a few months ago and asked him to help them find out some information.

But what they didn't expect was that Ika himself deliberately set up a trap to get close to them.

The purpose is to get as much information as possible about Karko.

It's a pity that although Rimbaud and Alphonse didn't expect that the businessman in front of them was approaching them on purpose, they did not reduce their guard at all.

As soldiers who have been on the border for many years, they are knowledgeable in some aspects, so they have always been on guard.

Even though they saw the news right in front of them, the two of them subconsciously glanced at their companions to determine their attitude before answering.

Ika seemed not to have seen this scene. He looked left and right deliberately, and lowered his voice to say the name of this place.

"Kaz Plains."

"Kaz Plains?" Rimbaud and Alphonse were stunned. They both felt that the name sounded familiar and immediately looked at Ika.

"That plain is an undead plain. It is very far away from here. It takes about a year to get there," Ika explained.

After hearing the name "Plains of the Undead", Rimbaud and Alphonse immediately realized why it sounded familiar.

When they first joined the defense sequence of the Eastern Great Wall, they heard the leading priest talk about this place, but it was just a negative example.

In the eyes of most people, the undead are born from the bodies of the dead, so most people in this world prefer cremation.

This can prevent your family members from becoming undead after death.

According to the knowledge learned by priests such as Rimbaud and Alphonse, when there is too much negative energy in a place, undead will also appear. This mechanism is even to the point of creating something out of nothing.

Therefore, many priests have always suspected that in addition to the four elements, there is also a world inhabited by negative energy creatures such as the undead.

The biggest supporter of this theory is the Silan Theocracy.

They have always believed that the six gods they believe in have their own divine domains, and that all the summoned angels, elemental creatures, and undead in the world come from the divine domains of the six gods.

After a person dies, his soul will either ascend to the realm of the God of Light or sink to the realm of the God of Darkness.

Advocate that good and evil will be rewarded.

They in the Holy Kingdom did not really believe this explanation, but it was indeed going to happen.

The Katz Plain is such a place, where the undead are rampant, but the border is clearly separated from other areas, as if someone has deliberately marked out an area.

Cross that line, and you'll venture into a realm where the land is blighted and overrun by the undead.

Outside this line, although the grass is withered, you can at least see a hint of green and even sunshine.

The whole area seemed to be cursed.

To this day, the reason for the formation of Katz Plain is still unknown.

But the current mainstream view is that a great war may have taken place here, resulting in the death of a large number of lives and the accumulation of corpses, which eventually led to this land being cursed.

Even this view has a theoretical basis. It is said that the undead follow a principle called the spiral of death.

When the undead gradually form groups, stronger and rarer undead will emerge from them.

The Katz Plains just meets this point of view.

Perhaps at the beginning there were just a large number of corpses that no one collected, and then low-level undead gradually appeared, gathered together, and finally led to the current situation.

Although it has not been confirmed, this incident has made these priests more cautious when handling corpses.

However, the name Kaz did not find the animal that Her Royal Highness the Princess mentioned, but did find a place?

For a moment, Rambo and Alphonse couldn't help but feel fortunate that they had asked about 'Kaz' and the smaller high-level tiger separately.

Even though the strange animal wasn't found, at least we have information about its name, right?

So, after Ika finished drinking the fruit wine in his glass, Rimbaud quickly filled it up.

"Can you tell me more about it?"

Faced with this hospitality, Ika was silent for a moment.

This wasn't his acting, it was mainly because he was drunk.

But for intelligence...

Ika swallowed it in one gulp and then talked freely.

Not long after, Rimbaud and Alphonse walked out of the tavern refreshed and with great satisfaction, while Ika ran to an empty alley behind the tavern and vomited violently.

What a loss, a huge loss!

Ika's eyes were filled with resentment. It was rare for him to drink so much wine, but in the end he didn't get any information out of those two people.

Although a lot of information has been obtained from other channels, if it can be confirmed on these two people, it will be the real fact rather than speculation.

It seems that I have to find the next one.

Ika vomited violently, and when no one was around, he secretly cast magic on himself.

【Disease cure】

In an instant, he felt that his bloated stomach felt much better.

But just as he walked out of the alley, he accidentally caught a glimpse of an old man with a white beard holding a cane.

The temperament is a bit special, look back.

Hmm, I didn't expect that there would be such an old magic caster in the Holy Kingdom. The old man's white beard alone is probably half his height.

Wait, the magic caster with such a long beard looks familiar to me!

Ika immediately turned around excitedly.

There was a crisp sound of 'crack'.