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

For a moment, the queen couldn't help but take a deep breath, her expression happy, and she held Gilkniver's hands even tighter.

Gilkniver felt the increasingly powerful palms on both sides without saying a word, and even when his arms began to turn blue, he did not utter a word.

He let his mother do whatever she wanted until she began to issue various orders in an unquestionable tone.

These included cutting funding to the Ministry of Magic and the Academy of Magic, and lavishly rewarding many nobles with land and military forces.

For a moment, the atmosphere in the palace eased a little, but it was unexpectedly weird.

Some of the nobles looked expectantly at the white-bearded old man at the front of the team not far away, hoping that the old man would raise his arm and lead them to resist the various ridiculous decrees of the queen before them.

Unexpectedly, the old man said nothing. After ending this boring meeting, he led the way and left.

Everyone looked at this scene in amazement until the old man walked farther and farther away and disappeared from their sight.

51

Chapter 51: Everyone was targeted.

The first thing Fluder did when he returned to the mansion was to call his butler and the chief priest of the Karko Priests.

Not long after, a white-haired old man in a black suit and tie and the priest Rohel, who was holding a staff and wearing a white priest robe, came to the conference room together.

"Master Fluder."

"Master Fluder."

The two of them bowed their heads at the same time, spoke in tacit understanding, and then both looked up at Fluder.

Fluder, looking rather tired, took out a necklace inlaid with glass gemstones from his desk and gestured to the butler to hand it over.

The butler immediately understood and took the jewel necklace, and Fluder also gave instructions at this time.

"Oubake, I give you this necklace. If anything goes wrong, you can just send me a message through this necklace."

"Also, use my name to inform my disciples in the Ministry of Magic to behave themselves and let Rossbeco handle all important matters."

"The specific pattern... will be based on the period thirty-five years ago, before the emperor ascended the throne."

“It’s just that it may take a little longer this time.”

After saying this, Fluder couldn't help but shake his head and sigh.

The necklace in front of him is a magic item specialized for intelligence, and there is a corresponding device, a ring, on his body.

No matter how far away, he could send messages to inform of the situation, and the effect was similar to the ring he gave to the first Holy King of the Holy Kingdom.

Rossbeko is the oldest among his many disciples. He is almost the same age as his old butler Obeck, nearly seventy years old, and his magic level is limited to the third level.

However, compared to the magical talents of Rossbeko and Obeck, their better management skills are actually.

So one of these two is his supervisor in the Ministry of Magic, and the other is his butler.

With these two people around, he doesn't have to worry about anything going wrong even if he's not in the empire.

The same is true even for the current situation of the empire.

With his hundreds of years of experience, he could naturally see that the Queen was now like a nouveau riche, who was eager to wield the power in her hands crazily, and the empire might even collapse because of this.

Anyway, he is not planning to stay in the empire recently, so as to avoid being disgusted by the queen again.

Since the other party has cut the funding of the Ministry of Magic, it would be a good idea for his disciples to take this opportunity to have a short break.

He didn't care what the queen did with the cut funds.

Fluder then turned to look at Priest Rohel, and although his features could not be seen from his old expression, a hint of apology could be felt in his words.

"I'm very sorry, Priest Rohel, but I need you to stay in my mansion for a while and don't go out casually."

"Also, this is a handwritten letter from His Highness Karko. You can open it and read it. His Highness told me that you can stop working in the Adventurer's Association for a while."

Rocher took the envelope, opened it, and nodded in understanding.

"I know. Thank you very much, Master Fluder. Her Highness's safety is in your hands."

"Don't worry, I have been with His Highness Karko all this time. At least I will not be coming back to the Empire in the near future."

Fluder shook his head.

Apart from anything else, even though there is teleportation magic, it is not an easy task to travel back and forth between the two places every day.

Originally, Fluder thought that he would wait until Karko entered the fifth level before completely relaxing, but he didn't expect that the things happening on the Empire's side would make him make a decision directly.

It’s sad to think about it.

Afterwards, Fluder gave some simple instructions and prepared to use the teleportation method to return to the camp.

While Fluder was giving orders, on the other side, the camp where Karko and others were located encountered a sudden attack.

Countless sub-humans with green bodies that looked like upright frogs quietly poked their heads out of a pool of water not far from the camp. The huge eyes at both ends of their heads were disgusting enough to make people feel sick just by looking at them.

These frog-humans, holding steel forks in their hands, slowly approached the camp.

But then the Archangel of Fire and the Angel of Power of Flame, who were hanging in the air as if on standby, all raised their heads and flew towards the frog people, waving their weapons.

In an instant, the knife fell.

The deep red blood burst out in an instant, and countless frog-men were cut into two pieces.

However, there was also a frogman who dodged the attack with his amazing jumping ability, but immediately two angels swung their swords and cut the watermelon flying in the air into two halves like fruit ninjas.

As the screams rang out one after another, Kulev and Old Hank in the camp also stood up from behind the tent.

He had noticed them long before when the frog people were approaching, and when he was about to wake up Karko and the others to alert them, the angels had already started to act.

In the other tent, Karko, Kuirat and Remedios also came out of the tent wearing their equipment.

Although Remedios, as a paladin, was not as alert as Kulev, he was stronger than the frogmen in terms of concealment skills and he also noticed something was wrong.

After Karl came out, he looked at the frogmen with amazing jumping abilities and couldn't help but feel a little emotional for a moment.

"What kind of sub-humans are these?"

"Frogman?"

Carl looked at the pond not far away inquisitively.

These frog people reminded her of the frog demon in Calabash Brothers, but they were far more terrifying than that frog demon.

Just the big eyes hanging on both sides of the head and the huge mouth are enough to make people feel creepy.

The steel fork in the opponent's hand and the water plant decorations on his body made Karko realize something.

This group of sub-humans is a collective, and maybe even a tribe.

After a while, the Archangel of Fire and the Angel of Power of Flame destroyed all the frogmen present.

Old Hank took this opportunity to skillfully step forward and assess the situation of the frogmen's corpses, picking up their steel forks from time to time to look at them.

Karlko and others also came over and looked at Old Hank's actions with curiosity.

"The situation is not good, Your Highness."

Old Hank raised his head with a grim expression.

"We may be being targeted by a very powerful frog tribe."

As he spoke, Old Hank turned over the body of a frog man, facing Karko and others.

Only then did they realize that the other party had armor similar to fish scales on his chest, and various shell decorations hung around his neck. Although they were all shattered by the attack of the Fire Archangel, a milky white shell in the center still attracted everyone's attention at the first moment.

"this is……?"

Karl couldn't help but ask.

Old Hank continued to explain: "This shellfish is a very rare treasure."

"They usually only live in lakes that are at least ten meters deep. It is said that wearing it can grant a person a certain amount of water elemental protection, so they are always worn by the demihumans in this wetland as a sign of honor."

"The subhuman tribe that can occupy an area at least ten meters deep in the lake must be very powerful."

"From the current situation, they should have regarded us as prey."

After hearing this, Karl raised his eyebrows.

"It's not certain who will treat whom as prey."

"But it does seem a bit troublesome to eliminate the demihumans living in the water!"

Just as Karko was thinking about how to solve the problem, a bright light appeared in the camp.

Fluder is back.

52

Chapter 52: Good things from the wetlands.

"Frogman?"

Fluder couldn't help but frown as he looked at the demihuman corpse in front of him.

"What's wrong, Mr. Fluder?"

"Frogmen...are not simple subhumans."

Fluder frowned and said, "They are a very rare type of demihuman that is extremely powerful both in lakes and on land. Their body structure allows them to avoid the disadvantage of other aquatic demihumans that they are slow on land."

"On the contrary, their extraordinary jumping ability gives them strong mobility, allowing them to dive quickly to close the distance."

"A long time ago, when I was traveling in the south, I encountered many frogman clans on the seashore. The local people gave them a nickname, the Chanter Killer."

"The Chanter Killer?"

Kalkoda raised her eyebrows slightly, and soon realized why frogmen were called that.

Just to avoid the slashing of the Fire Archangel, these frogmen, who were about 1.7 to 1.6 meters tall, were able to jump vertically to a height of three to four meters. If they jumped horizontally, it would probably be at least five to six meters.

And this may even be just above the average level for frogmen.

After all, at least three or four of the frogmen who had just attacked them had done just that.

Karl couldn't even imagine how fast the frogmen could move if they were at level 20 or even 30.

Even if you use martial arts, how far can you go?

Would a quick jump and dive shorten the distance by twenty or even thirty meters?

If that's the case, it would be too scary.

For a moment, not only Karl thought of this, but everyone present also looked solemn.

In particular, Kulev's expression was the most serious, and he even spoke frankly.

"Originally, I wanted to wait for these demi-humans to get close to me and then surprise them. Now it seems that if it weren't for the summons of His Highness and Miss Kuirat..."

"I'm afraid that with the frogmen's abilities, the situation will definitely be much worse than it is now."

"In fact, if these frogmen didn't want to sneak over here, I'm afraid they could have rushed over here at full speed."

Remedios narrowed his eyes and said meaningfully, "But they seem to be worried about alerting the Archangel of Flame and the Angel of the Power of Flame, so they want to sneak over here?"

Remedios couldn’t help but sneer.

"No, according to Uncle Hank, this frogman has a high status."

"Since you can tell how powerful the Archangel and the Archangel of Power are, if it were me, I would definitely take people back to report before launching a sneak attack."

"I definitely won't come up with so few people."

"So is it the frogman who is being stupid, or is it just the frogman's own fault?"

Remedios couldn’t help but ask the people around him.

Fluder shook his head. “Not sure.”

"The intelligence of demihumans is the same, generally weaker than that of humans."

"But generally speaking, frogmen who are able to develop into a clan, especially those at the top, will maintain a roughly similar level even at the lower levels."

"In the area I passed by back then, the frogmen were also a major force."

"Almost every clan with more than one million people has a clan leader who is a heroic figure."

Fluder looked out at the vast lake ahead, his expression somewhat solemn.