Chapter 1800 Sunset. Before

At four o'clock in the afternoon, the whole of Etantinoburg was warm.

It is only at this time that people in Hokuriku take off their thick scarves and feel the wind.

Of course, even in a city, if you are in the wilderness, the wind at this time will still make people feel uncomfortable.

Bol opened the window for air.

He put on a fancy dress - this was something he had prepared for himself in advance. It fit well and was decent. He would never lose face and not look ostentatious. In order to complete the main mission, no amount of preparation was too much.

The bodyguard Ash beside him also changed his clothes.

It is the traditional knight uniform of Hokuriku.

Keep it simple.

The buckle on the waist can carry long swords and short swords, and there are also buckles on the back for weapons such as heavy swords.

However, Ash's ax gun is a bit too heavy.

These buckles are completely useless and can only be carried in the hand.

Moreover, the knight uniform made it difficult for him to breathe, and the bodyguard subconsciously pulled at the collar.

"Ash!"

Bol shouted directly before his bodyguard raised his hand.

Looking at the innocent-looking bodyguard, Bol had to explain again.

"We are going to the king's banquet!"

"Instrumentation is a very important factor!"

"This is very important to me. I don't allow any mistakes. Do you understand?"

With the final emphasis, Boll had become extremely serious.

"OK."

Faced with such a serious employer, Ash scratched his head and finally agreed.

Bol breathed a sigh of relief and lightly patted his bodyguard on the shoulder.

He doesn't want this either.

But as he said, this banquet is really extremely important to him.

Not only is it related to the success or failure of this main mission, but it is also related to his future development.

He never wanted to encounter the same helpless things as before.

This time there are 2567 and Lawless helping him.

That's luck.

It's really good luck.

He was extremely grateful.

But what about next time?

Will he have such luck next time?

The answer is obvious.

Therefore, he needs strength.

And if you need strength, you have to successfully complete the main mission of this copy world.

call!

Bol took a deep breath and adjusted his mentality.

He knew that he was under too much pressure and had lost his temper.

Can……

When it is a matter of life and death, who can truly remain indifferent.

Bol, who was sitting there, subconsciously looked to one side of Kieran, who was silently narrowing his eyes and seemed to be sleeping.

"I'm afraid this is the only one."

Bol sighed inwardly.

The more contact he had, the deeper his feelings became.

At first, he thought that he was distanced from the other party just because of the 'witch', but now, he doesn't think so anymore.

Because he knew very well that even if he and the other party were put on the same starting line, he was still far behind the other party.

Not to mention other things, he can't think calmly at all times.

Especially in that kind of continuous, high-intensity copy world!

"How many consecutive copies is this?"

"The third one? Or the fourth one?"

Bol guessed.

As a former veteran, in order to live a better life, Bol did not choose the last time period to enter the dungeon world. Instead, he chose a compromise method. After fully resting and strengthening himself, he started - the huge city. Rumor has it that if one enters the dungeon world at the last minute due to slow work, he will encounter inexplicable effects.

Although no one has confirmed it, many people believe this.

Therefore, everyone chooses this way.

Very few people would take the initiative to enter the dungeon world in advance, especially this kind of continuous entry into the dungeon world.

The test is not only a person's strength, but also the spirit and physical strength.

The intricate dungeon world and the sometimes clueless main quests are extremely energy-consuming.

It was okay for once.

If attacks continue...

I'm afraid I'm already doomed.

Bol, who felt aware of it again, couldn't help but sigh again. Sensing Bol's gaze, Qin Ran opened his eyes and looked at Bol.

There was no questioning in his eyes, only indifference.

But this indifference made Bol feel even more stressed.

He raised his hands in apology, and then laughed and cried.

"I'm just curious, aren't you tired?"

"Not physically."

"It's spiritual."

he asked.

“Think about good food and you’ll be relieved.”

After thinking for a moment, Qin Ran replied.

"Beautiful things?"

"yes."

"It really relieves fatigue."

Bol nodded, instinctively wanting to recall the good things, but all he could think of was the humiliation and anger he felt after being robbed by the 'witch'. Suddenly, Bol's breathing became rapid.

Damn 'witch'!

He cursed inwardly.

Then, he raised his head and shrugged at Kieran.

"It seems like it's of no use to me."

"I just feel like life is so dark now."

Bol smiled self-deprecatingly.

“Think of the lawlessness.”

"He's still waiting for you to buy him a drink when you get back."

As an ally at this stage, Qin Ran reminded the other party.

He doesn't want his allies to have any mental problems, especially in this world full of evil. If they are slightly affected, it may affect the entire battle situation.

"Lawless?"

Thinking of the man who was oppressed in the Harvest Tavern, the corners of Bol's mouth couldn't help but curl up.

This time I wasn’t laughing at myself, but laughing from the bottom of my heart.

He didn't know how someone could have such a lawless character.

But he likes to be friends with people of that kind of character.

Or……

It's great to have such friends.

"I have to go back and buy him a drink."

"If it's within 10 points, let him choose."

Boll was vague when talking about '10 points'.

This is a player's habit.

"Then it's probably just ale or ordinary Yadifei."

"You know, Rachel is not an ordinary black-hearted person."

“The winemaking skills are really good though.”

As he spoke, Kieran stood up, stretched his waist, and took down the coat hanging on the hanger behind the door of the room.

Bol turned to look out the window.

A group of carriages, escorted by guards, were slowly approaching. The eagle emblem representing the royal family on the carriage door bloomed its own golden color in the sun.

"Sir."

When Qin Ran walked out of the 'Carrot' hotel, the close minister who once carried the will of King Attantine VI appeared again.

The other party was still wearing red loose clothes with gold trim, his face was still powdered, and even the smile he showed to Kieran was exactly the same flattering one.

Naturally, yellow and black teeth are no exception.

"Um."

"I need to bring two followers."

Kieran pointed at Bol and Ash.

The two came over immediately.

This was what was agreed upon before, and the two of them accompanied Qin Ran as his followers.

For both of them, this is the most appropriate identity.

"Of course, that's what it should be."

"As a lord, you naturally have to bring your own entourage."

After the close minister finished speaking with a smile, he saluted Boer and Ash without any concern that they were also followers.

Maybe it's not perfect in some aspects, but as a close official of the royal family, the person in front of me is absolutely perfect in terms of etiquette, there is nothing domineering, and there will be no low-level mistakes.

For example: This time when he came to the 'Carrot' Hotel, although he only greeted Qin Ran alone, this close minister brought two carriages, obviously anticipating the situation at hand.

Walking to the carriage, the minister opened the door and bowed again.

"please."

Qin Ran stepped onto the carriage in one step and watched as Boer and Ash boarded the second carriage before the minister turned around and walked towards the coachman's front car.

Following the order from this close minister, the royal carriage began to slowly drive into the Upper Seventh Ring Road.

This was not the first time Kieran had seen the upper seven rings of Etantino, but it was the first time he had seen it in a more leisurely manner.

There are rows of buildings on one side of the road, each with a small garden and terrace.

Some buildings with signboards also have flower beds outside their gardens.

From the outside, it looks colorful and attractive.

These are all shops on the 7th Ring Road.

Qin Ran had paid attention to several of them.

Of course, it's not because they're pretty.

It's because the smell of food wafting inside is quite good.

After passing through the seventh bad place, the carriage entered the upper sixth ring road.

The roads here are wider, and the residential areas are more restrained. Even the shops are difficult to identify from the appearance alone, and the windows are covered with ivy.

From the outside, you can hardly see much.

Privacy has always been required by people, especially those with status.

After entering the Upper Fifth Ring Road, it completely transformed into an aristocratic area.

People with various titles live here.

The status is determined by the size of the house.

In the center, there is a large theater where opera performances are held during festivals.

Of course, there are also other shows on weekdays - the ticket price is higher than the ticket price for opera performances, and ordinary people simply cannot afford it.

Although there are noble mansions in the Fourth Ring Road and the Third Ring Road, the real ones are mainly military camps.

The carriage turned into the barracks avenue and went up.

Qin Ran immediately saw a building in his field of vision.

No, the palace.

But...

War Temple!

There was no need to confirm anything, and there was no need to rely on the style of the building to confirm. In Kieran's [Tracking] field of vision, the aura of the 'God of War' was almost uncontrollably venting.

Full of anger.

And there is also a little smell of blood mixed in it.

Obviously, yesterday's 'change' and the 'fright' just now have made this former Hokuriku god furious.

"Has even the clone been affected?"

Qin Ran's focus was on the other side.

He thought about whether he could expand his victory tonight.

As for the true form of the God of War?

Qin Ran raised his head and scanned the area with [Tracking] vision.

In the sky over Etantinoburg, two terrifying auras were confronting each other.

Just like the first time he saw it.

But there are some differences.

The two terrifying auras became more 'smart'.

There is no doubt that the recent changes in Etantinoburg have given these two beings other thoughts.

This is naturally good news for Kieran.

How can we fish if the water is not muddy enough?

However, the degree still needs to be grasped.

Qin Ran changed his sitting position slightly, tapped his hand on the table, and thought quietly.

The carriage moved on.

After passing through the corridor next to the Temple of War, they finally arrived at the palace.

The palace is not big, nor is it splendid enough. Except for the two teams of guards standing in front of the door to greet them, there is no way to tell that this is a palace.

In fact, from the perspective when they first arrived, everyone would first see the Temple of War, not the palace.

But at this time, the salute trumpets blown by the two teams of guards were deafening.

Qin Ran couldn't help but smile.

"Royal power? Divine power?"

He whispered to himself in his heart.

If you are a loser, you will naturally not mind the layout of the Temple of War, but if you are a majestic king, you will definitely not be able to stand it.

Even if you can endure it for a while, you can't endure it forever.

Such was the case with Atantin VI.

The opponent's various strategies seemed to be aimed at the conservative nobles, but in Kieran's opinion, they were aimed at the God of War.

After all, almost all conservative nobles believe in the God of War.

For example……

The lord of Sika City.

Yes, it was the once-dead Viscount Sika.

Kieran was involved in the other party's death, but in Kieran's opinion, it was the king's plan.

Just like last night's 'mutation'.

A whisper in the ear.

Evil can be seen everywhere.

besides……

‘Black disaster’!

Don't forget it!

After the ‘Black Disaster’, evil spirits became more numerous!

Although there were evil things before the ‘Black Disaster’, they were only sporadic!

And more importantly -

Before the ‘Black Disaster’, the God of War’s family was the dominant one!

Stop talking about 'Ms. Disaster'.

There is only one god in the entire Hokuriku!

But what happens after the ‘Black Disaster’?

Not only did the 'Ms. Disaster' appear and split the entire Hokuriku faith into two with the 'God of War', but the numerous evils also made the God of War exhausted.

Add this to the king's life and attitude, and something becomes obvious.

Therefore, Kieran took Bol with him.

He wanted to test the other party's role in the 'Black Disaster'.

He is a monarch who rose up despite the last wish of his father who died unexpectedly.

He is also a tycoon who plays a disgraceful role for his own benefit.

As for the former, Qin Ran had nothing to say.

the latter?

He won't do anything unnecessary.

He was just acting like a witcher.

After all, the Wolf Sect's demon hunters were almost completely wiped out in the 'Black Disaster'.

As a snake sect demon hunter, he believed that he had to seek justice. It would be even better if he discovered some 'secrets' in the process of seeking justice.

"Treat everyone in the world to play chess."

"What better candidate than 'The King'!"

"'Broker', are you right?"

While muttering to himself, the carriage door was opened by the close minister.

"We are here, my lord."

The close minister said respectfully.

And when Qin Ran stepped out of the carriage——

Woo!

Woohoo!

A louder sound came from the salute horns held by the guards standing in two rows.

Kieran in front, Bol and Ash behind, walked through the red and gold carpet among the guards.

In the palace, on a terrace.

Several figures stood there.

The younger one among them stared at Kieran and murmured.

"is it him?"

"it's him!"

The attendant next to him said firmly.

Suddenly, the young man gritted his teeth fiercely, clenched his fists, and his eyes seemed to be spitting out fire.