Chapter 4, Medals

The Exchangeer and Ami Hai were both somewhat speechless, while the surrounding Dark Knights expressed their astonishment. It is indeed rare for a skeleton to shed tears, and the reason Dylan was hiding was simply due to feeling shy from lacking hair and a beard. However, even if his skeletal body had hair and a beard, it would hardly be considered charming; the yellowed, broken teeth instead made it somewhat repulsive. He liked it, so others had little to say about it. Nevertheless, even if his skeletal body had hair and a beard, it would hardly be considered charming; the yellowed, broken teeth instead made it somewhat repulsive. He liked it, so others had little to say about it.

As soon as his words fell, his body seemed to be pulled up by something. He happily covered his head, fearing that his wig would be blown away by the wind. Every grand door of the castle opened with a crisp sound at the most opportune moment, and he floated into the palace of Cocomarien like a gust of wind, unhindered.

"Come out, I know you are here," said Amei, raising the severed head to let the scent of blood spread. "I will not punish you, go back!"

Dylan's expression was quite agitated, as he reached out with trembling hands towards the wig and beard, murmuring to himself: "Indeed, it is still CoCo Marlene who understands me..."

Walking through the long rose corridor, Amihai and the exchanger held Dylan at the entrance of the castle. After the notification regarding Dylan was delivered, singing emerged from the grand hall at the top of the castle. Upon hearing the soaring melody, the Dark Knight pushed open the heavy door, signaling them to enter, but Dylan hesitated

From the dead lamb to the shepherds who have all fallen asleep, the skull bears a serene expression, while the night-blooming cereus quietly blossoms beneath.

Skull Da was at a loss for how to respond. Suddenly, he recalled that inexplicable posture and mimicked it by opening his mouth wide and gently scratching his head with his fingers. He imitated it so well that Dylan felt a surge of anger. He was not a dead man; like the Dark Priest at first, he was a wizard serving the Dark Lord, having willingly come here from a place of light. He had simply lived for too long, his flesh and blood long since worn away, having already appeared this way thousands of years ago. He was not a dead man; like the Dark Priest at first, he was a wizard serving the Dark Lord, having willingly come here from a place of light. He had simply lived for too long, his flesh and blood long since worn away, having already appeared this way thousands of years ago. He had lived for over twenty thousand years; how many years he had lived was already beyond counting. His bones, like all the demon gods, were long-lived, but unfortunately, his flesh and blood were not.

Some matters remain unclear even after death, and even in the cycle of life and death, they remain elusive. Only a few great thoughts are conceived by people and subsequently realized, thereby validating the truth amidst ruins and bones. Coquille Marlene, that dark daughter, always buries her intentions deep within the abyss of darkness, and no one truly knows them before the critical day arrives

Suddenly granted the right to choose a reward, Yi Wulian was taken aback and after a long pause, shyly replied: "I haven't thought it through yet"

A few minutes later, Amihai and the exchanger, filled with joy, crawled on the red carpet of the hall, curling up together to pay their respects. A delicate voice from the palace, belonging to Koukoumalin, came through: "I heard that the main reason for being able to retrieve Dylan this time is due to the efforts of a Blood Skull, isn't it Skull Master?"

Hehe! Dylan secured his head and, seeing their troubled expressions over the Skull, deliberately chuckled. Amiha and the Recycler remained expressionless, which only encouraged Dylan further. For an unknown reason, he was particularly interested in the Blood Skull, examining it from top to bottom without pause.

The headless body of Dylan waved its arms as it ran back from a distance, suddenly tripping over the hem of its robe. Its head, held in the hands of the exchanger, gritted its teeth: "Put me down immediately! Who do you think you are? To me, your mind is filled with nothing but a haze of confusion, your entire being is! Perhaps you think you can force me, Dylan, to do your bidding? No, absolutely not! Even if you begged me, it would be futile!"

The skull shook its head

In the dark of night, the silent and lingering immortal barracks.

The skeleton walked along the base of the wall and entered the bone display area, looking around. Unexpectedly, it spotted a good vacancy in the formation—such vacancies were rare, unless a skeleton had been rendered useless and the dark priest had forgotten to reorganize the ranks. By nature, skeletons liked to fill vacancies. It happily removed the dark priest's robe and tossed it into the corner, then gently ran over and lay down on the pelvis of a skeleton between its legs, allowing the brother below to rest his head between its legs. Thus, when its actions were complete, the entire sleeping formation would be flawless; if ordered to awaken, they would rise in a neat square array. By nature, skeletons liked to fill vacancies. It happily removed the dark priest's robe and tossed it into the corner, then gently ran over and lay down on the pelvis of a skeleton between its legs, allowing the brother below to rest his head between its legs. Thus, when its actions were complete, the entire sleeping formation would be flawless; if ordered to awaken, they would rise in a neat square array.

"Why aren't you going!" The old man continued to rage, turning his head to see that Skull was still making inexplicable mimicking gestures, causing him to spit in anger: "Stop imitating!" He then noticed a cruel red light flashing from Skull's eye sockets, and couldn't help but take a step back in confusion: "What... what do you want to do?"

Take your time to think. When it is most convenient, speak at https://mhetushu.com. Koko Marlene lightly laughed as she closed the box and turned to the leader of the Dark Knights, Ludlan. "Oh, by the way, you can take a break as well. I do not plan to go to war for the time being. However, there is one thing I need you to convey: find the designer of the Munich Castle. That old fellow Dylan should still be alive, somewhere in the territory, but he is hiding, and I cannot seem to locate him."

This is the heart of the Earth Pillar?" Koko Malin gently held one of the pieces, the shattered soul of the Earth Pillar still faintly emitting a roar. "An indestructible soul? It is also broken." Koko Malin chuckled softly, "Whatever form my messenger takes, the soul bearing the sins must take on that form as well. But it is still not enough; it needs to be put to better use. You have done well, tell me, Lian, what do you desire?"

The nightingale of Munich, with her graceful figure, makes even the most delicate vines envious. Her slender fingers glide through the gaze, gently stirring the most sensitive and aching parts of the soul. In the moment when the red nail polish sparkles, the box dedicated to her opens by itself, revealing some red stones, with crimson veins flowing through the red stones.

The trader shouted at the dark priest: "Quickly find a decent robe for Teacher Dylan!" Then, he awkwardly rubbed his hands together, trying to appear as if he were close: "It has been ten thousand years since we last met, why didn't Teacher Dylan say a word when he arrived here?"

At this moment, the elder, respected by the nightingales of Munich, was furious: "No!"

Each skeleton is assigned a number, so the large skull looked at that comical fellow and concluded that his memory and intelligence were not particularly impressive. It was evident that he also possessed a soul. The large skull observed him motionlessly; he was neither a blood skeleton nor a spirit skeleton. The fifth rib on his right side bore the digits 6698, indicating that he was the 106,698th ordinary skeleton, which surely meant he had not been integrated for very long.

Ami Hai stared at him as he approached, the dark priest trembling incessantly. Just as he begged for mercy, Ami Hai's scythe cut through the air, silencing his voice in his throat. The smell of blood wafted out, and Ami Hai deliberately lifted the man's head and swung it forcefully, causing the blood from the cavity to splatter everywhere.

Yi Wulian slowly walked in from outside, holding a tray, and with a charming smile said, "Where are you going? Since you are here, let us first take a look at the gift that Lord Koukoumalian has sent you." She gently lifted the cover of the tray with her slender fingers, revealing a wig and a tuft of goat's beard.

As Yiwulian ascended the grand hall of Munich, even the Dark Knight could not help but cast a gaze of reverence. Four witches carried a box, following closely behind, and arrived before Koukoumalin. Having inadvertently gleaned the terrifying plans of the sovereign, Yiwulian felt an overwhelming sense of tension, bordering on suffocation, while simultaneously experiencing an extraordinary excitement

"Is it the Blood Skeleton?" Yi Wulian stood by, somewhat surprised, but did not speak. She had a feeling that the Blood Skeleton left a unique impression on her, distinctly different from her own. Every time she thought of that skeleton, an odd sensation arose, as if it were very familiar, causing her tranquil heart to stir slightly. If she were to delve deeper, that small ripple would expand into countless intertwined circles, becoming uncontrollable. Every time she thought of that skeleton, an odd sensation arose, as if it were very familiar, causing her tranquil heart to stir slightly. If she were to delve deeper, that small ripple would expand into countless intertwined circles, becoming uncontrollable. What was the reason for this? She could not articulate it. Was it merely because the childish antics of that skeleton had brought a touch of joy to her peaceful life? She knew it was not.

Yiwulian, what a beautiful name it is, far superior to Skull Daqiang and even to Ami Hai and the others. What is it that begins to twinkle in the sky? Is it the eyes of Yiwulian? ... So many beautiful eyes, so many delicate faces ...

Dylan ignored Amihai and the Exchangeer, but angrily asked Skull: "How did you know my whereabouts?"

A low growl emanated from the large throat as it sucked in air, and the eyes gradually adjusted to the brightness of the environment. It had been a month since the war in Asia, and he had grown accustomed to contemplating in pain. Pain was no longer his bondage but rather the source of his strength. His bones emitted a pale, white light due to their desiccation; perhaps the suffering had somewhat dulled his brutality. His gaze was not as fierce and cold as before, but rather sharp, infused with a hint of steadiness.

Hmph! Dilan merely glared resentfully at Skull, his perfect concealment plan having been utterly thwarted, resulting in a counterproductive outcome, all because of a skeleton. He had been hiding here for quite some time and was well aware of the Blood Skeleton's plans, which is why he cast a few extra glances at Skull. In the awkward silence that ensued, the Dark Priest quickly brought over a set of luxurious black cloaks and robes for him to wear

This scene greatly surprised the seeker, as the standing skeleton's shape and color were vastly different from that of the large skeleton. The exchanger unexpectedly let out a soft grunt of "hm," as its massive body swelled, and ten sharp fingers contracted and expanded repeatedly. Ami Hai, holding the severed head, was also taken aback. They then saw the large skeleton wobbling as it stood up behind them, staring intently at the dead head held by Ami Hai.

Dylan realized that the bones in his neck were in grave danger. Suddenly, like any normal skeleton, he removed his own head with his hands in order to hold it and bite at Skull. This action had no effect, yet it was quite unexpected. Skull was gripping a neck without a head, while the head's teeth were biting into his own hand, creating a rather strange sensation. With a swift motion, Dylan's head flew far away into a pile of skeletons with a cry of "Ah!", but it was finally released. Dylan's headless skeleton seized the opportunity to escape, making a "crack crack" sound with its joints as it circled around to chase after its own head

Yi Wulian smiled as she picked up the wig: "Let me help you put it on properly." Her delicate, long fingers pressed the edges of the wig, ensuring it fit snugly on Dylan's head. Suddenly, a faint blue light flashed, and the wig secured itself in place. Yi Wulian handed Dylan a mirror and, treating him with the respect due to an elder, adjusted the wig on his head. "How does it look? You still appear as spirited as before!" Yi Wulian handed Dylan a mirror and, treating him with the respect due to an elder, adjusted the wig on his head. "How does it look? You still appear as spirited as before!"

Skull Great was in high spirits after obtaining the dead man's head and the enticing warm blood, feeling refreshed all over. Turning around, he saw the dark priests lifting the suspicious skeleton soldier, who was still pretending to be dead. The Changer pointed at the notice and portrait searching for Dylan, while Amiha draped the dark priest's robe over the skeleton soldier, comparing it back and forth, then gestured to the nearby dark priest, who understood and quickly fetched some hair.

Dylan nodded repeatedly with a blank expression: "That's right, that's right. Otherwise, no one would have been able to find me, and even if they did, they wouldn't come. So, it should be credited to the Blood Skull! Hehe, you don't need to be unhappy; what I'm saying is the truth, isn't it?"

"Quick, take me to see Koko Malin!" Dylan styled his hair, discarded the mirror, and with a flick of his black robe, turned around to reveal a cunningly bearded skeleton. His eye sockets radiated a golden glow, and his demeanor was as haughty as that of the most powerful duke of the demon realm. He appeared invigorated, looking remarkably similar to the ancient portrait. Moreover, he boldly puffed out his chest and shouted towards the windows of the castle's main building: "I have arrived! I have arrived!" He appeared invigorated, looking remarkably similar to the ancient portrait. Moreover, he boldly puffed out his chest and shouted towards the windows of the castle's main building: "I have arrived! I have arrived!"

Munich

The dark priest, sweating profusely, stammered in response: "N-no, there isn't..."

Forget about it! This is probably the kind of thought that the skeleton soldier had as he stripped off his clothes and tossed them into the corner. Then, the thieving bones tiptoed cautiously into the sleeping area, seemingly lacking in night vision and balance, half-extending his arms to maintain stability. When he arrived in front of the large skull and realized that the position was no longer visible, he was taken aback once again. The look of confusion was clearly written on his face, his mouth agape, and he scratched his bald head with his fingers. This expression was something the large skull had never seen before, and he couldn't help but take note of it in his mind.

Ami Hai also said: "Yes, Lady Koko Malin has been eagerly anticipating your arrival. You know, she has been searching everywhere for your whereabouts..."

That place was once the site of the ancient West Asia, and now it serves as a new reorganization camp for the immortal army. The dark priests are working diligently, sorting through the corpses that can be used for bone extraction and material processing. This is an unfortunate situation, as most of the corpses obtained are imperfect; the cave dwellers are naturally short and hunchbacked, and very few can provide skeletons suitable for warriors, at most the leg bones can be used as replacement parts. However, their skulls and the skins of the giant mantises are quite useful, serving as excellent materials for armor and weapons. The glossy green chitin is also splendid for decorative purposes. This is an unfortunate situation, as most of the corpses obtained are imperfect; the cave dwellers are naturally short and hunchbacked, and very few can provide skeletons suitable for warriors, at most the leg bones can be used as replacement parts. However, their skulls and the skins of the giant mantises are quite useful, serving as excellent materials for armor and weapons. The glossy green chitin is also splendid for decorative purposes

The exchanger returned the head to Dylan and said to Skull, "You did well, you've had your fun, now go back and rest."

What gives time the name of a long river

In this rare post-war period, those who can sleep peacefully have done so, including the dark priest guarding the exhibition hall. They possess a remarkably powerful secret technique that allows them to stand upright while sleeping soundly. As Skull Da passed by the entrance, a dark priest was lightly snoring while holding a whip, appearing quite fierce from behind.

Amiha swung the iron chain and swiftly locked the large skeleton's legs, bringing it down. A large group of skeleton soldiers, awakened by the Reclaimer at an unknown time, surged forward and pinned him down. The large skeleton, unwilling to continue fighting against its kind, was captured. Amiha, panting, still did not forget about Dylan; however, the Reclaimer was quicker, joyfully returning from the pile of skeletons with Dylan's head held high.

Kokomarian waved her hand and said, "You all stand up, you did very well this time, and you must work even harder in the future. As for the rewards and recognition, give this rose medal to Skull.

Two dark priests were chatting while on duty at the Blood Skeleton barracks, discussing the recent hot topic. "What is that great castle designer Dylan really like?" The search for the castle designer Dylan has been ongoing for a month, with notices distributed to every corner of the territory, yet there has been no trace of Dylan.

Ami Hai was struggling a bit while holding the sickle, but the awkward position was even more taxing for him. The mediator was busy smoothing things over, saying: "Alright, alright, then Teacher Dylan, what would it take for you to meet Lady Kou Kou Ma Lian?"

Skull Da suddenly thought of taking a walk; he reminisced about the days spent crowded with many skeletons. Upon seeing the duty-bound dark priest faint on the ground, he cheerfully stripped them of their clothes. Plundering was a delightful activity; wearing two sets of clothing felt even better, as the wind could not seep through the gaps in the bones, making the skeleton feel more moist. Guided by his instincts, Skull Da arrived at the display area, and his reddened vision had its advantages; even in the pitch-black corners devoid of light, he could see clearly without the need for a torch.

In the realm of the skull, the incomprehensible matters have emerged from the closest vicinity

In a matter of seconds, everyone felt somewhat at a loss, and then that strange skeleton soldier returned to its original position, pretending as if it had never risen or that it was all just a sleepwalking episode. Ami Hai casually tossed the head of the dead man in front of him, waved his arm, and shouted, "Catch him!" A large group of dark priests surged forward. The exchanger's eyes sparkled as he took out a notice and compared it back and forth with that suspicious individual.

The surroundings were pitch black and tranquil, as Lou Da gazed at the sky with his hollow eye sockets, the feeling of loneliness dissipated. The effectiveness of using pain to drive away loneliness was limited, yet he was unwilling to reveal his solitude in front of others. He endured, inherently proud and stubborn. He relished the sensation of self-comfort, realizing that some matters required careful contemplation

Wait! Dylan immediately became dejected, "I will just go..."

No one knew that Yi Wulian had suddenly developed insomnia. She changed into a light, sheer garment and spent the entire dark day by the window. It was not until a soft ray of light broke through the night and illuminated her face that she realized the blood moon was rising above the fir trees.

The skull made a great effort to open its mouth and said: "See you later..." The sound clearly came from its own mouth, transmitted through the ears, yet it was "Wah yah yah." As time went on, the fervor gradually diminished, and it could no longer hear what it was saying. It still kept its mouth open, but it did not know whether it was speaking or not.

What is this? The exchanger picked up two sets of dark priest robes from the corner, turned around, and the duty officer's face immediately turned the color of pig liver

Skull seems to be a sentimental and intelligent person, but in reality, he is merely a brutish infant. By the time Dylan realized this, it was already too late. He could see from the brutal red light in Skull's eye sockets that this bloodthirsty skeleton truly intended to snap his neck, which only heightened his terror

A skeleton running around at midnight is not the first of its kind, but being unable to find its sleeping place is certainly a first. The skeleton suspected it had gone to the wrong place, glancing around anxiously. As dawn approached, the dark priest, waking from a nap, could see a skeleton standing in the open ground. The skeleton was indecisive, taking a step left and a step right, yet unable to locate the spot it had left from. In its frustration, it tiptoed and swayed about, like a thief performing a silent dance.

Bang, bang, it is the heartbeat! The sound of the heartbeat came from his body, and Skull Great felt quite shocked. He had previously heard a similar rhythm emanating from the chests of dark priests and many cave dwellers, and now this rhythm was appearing on a skeleton just like him, clearly, pulsing one beat after another. However, Skull Great had already grown accustomed to remaining silent; no matter how surprised he was, he would not exhibit any extreme behavior, so the other party did not notice the critical issue at all

Dylan held the mirror, looking back and forth incessantly, and unexpectedly, two drops of tears flowed from his deep-set eyes. He eagerly reached for the fake mustache, urging repeatedly: "Hurry! Hurry..."

The frenzied blood skeleton heeded no one's words, "Roar!" With a kick, the skeleton sent the dark priest clinging to him flying, causing Amiha to sway unsteadily. The Changer had already given up on this contest, anxiously shouting from the side: "Quickly call the other blood skeletons!"

He scratched his head at Skull, and Skull scratched his head as well. Dylan waved his hand and said, "Little brother, can't you speak? Learn it. We'll meet again later." Skull also waved back at him, and a strange feeling began to rise in his heart. Dylan walked away like this, leaving him in the arena to reminisce, even forgetting the human head he had dropped on the ground. It seemed as if something had been awakened; at this moment, he felt clear-headed, still maintaining the gesture of waving goodbye, staring blankly at the sea of white bones.

The skeleton suddenly pushed open the coffin lid and sat up, causing both dark priests to faint. It was not due to sheer terror, but rather because they were too close and were struck on the head by the violently propelled iron coffin lid.

Perhaps it is outside the territory? The bounty has increased, and providing information is quite a contribution as well

Just as he was sinking into solitude, a dark priest sneaked in like a thief, tiptoeing past the same snoring guard, and in the corner, stripped off his clothes, revealing a skeletal frame, indeed a skeleton. When he saw a set of clothes already discarded in the corner, he couldn't help but be taken aback

When the twelfth silence arrives, it is because a thirteenth hoarse voice has fallen. The skull no longer attempts to express anything. When a baby has tried for a long time to babble, even the angry curses become incoherent; what can he use to measure silence or noise? Apart from crying, there is only silence to maintain

This time, it was the turn of the suspicious skeleton to feel the tremor. The skeleton caught the scent of fresh blood, its bones emitting a hissing breath, and a tremendous gasp erupted from every joint's barely discernible crevice. "Wow!" The skeleton was quite sensitive, instantly jumping up from the ground, intending to flee in panic. By the time it realized the situation was dire, it was too late; it struck a comical pose, gazing at the trader and Amihai from a distance.

"There's no time!" Ami Hai raised his scythe, "Let's sacrifice one!" He struck the large skeleton's arm with a single blow, and with a resounding "clang," the scythe bounced high into the air. In the face of the blood skeleton's invulnerable power, Ami Hai's scythe had no effect whatsoever.

The dozing dark priest suddenly awoke, standing upright and strutting about with an air of importance, brandishing the whip a couple of times. Suddenly, a great force surged in, and the Grim Reaper Amihai and the Reclaimer rushed into the skeleton display area like a gust of wind, unceremoniously knocking the dark priest, who was still bowing at the entrance, to the ground.

A faint red mist rose from the white bones, and Dylan thought to himself: "So this is the effect of the blood skeleton in its finished form, but now is not the time to consider that." Dylan opened his throat and shouted, "Let go..."

Compared to him, the Grim Reaper Amihai and the Exchangeer are merely children. It is rumored that he shares an extraordinary friendship with Koko Marlene. Although Koko Marlene calls him an old man, it is still an enviable title, as it at least indicates that Koko Marlene is very close to him

Thus, after swallowing his anger in silence, the light of the torch illuminated the blood-stained coffin, and Amiha gritted his teeth, cursing the old architect Dylan. The exchanger fastened a ring adorned with a golden rose medal onto the first rib of Skull's left chest. Skull merely lay there silently, his gaze hollow. There was no applause, no excitement, only disturbed souls and scattered curses.

It is very likely here. "Amiha, carrying the scythe, turned to the dark priest and asked, 'Have you seen anyone slip in?'

The hurried footsteps echoed from outside, suggesting that something had happened. The skeleton, in a state of panic, squeezed into the ranks and lay down, leaning against the large skeleton. He let out a gentle sigh, seemingly relieved. As long as one did not look too closely, no one would immediately notice the additional skeleton in the formation. Even if someone did notice, he could simply play dead, and no one would blame the skeleton.

Another dark priest shook his head: "That was fifteen thousand years ago, back when Lord Kokolian had just become a great demon lord. The portraits are no longer reliable; how could anyone possibly know? Ah, the glorious times..."

One second later, Dylan regretted it. Amiha pulled on Skull's large arm with an iron chain, while the Tinkerer desperately tried to pry the finger bones that were damaging the core. Meanwhile, Skull's finger bones were gripping Dylan's throat, and Dylan struggled to shout for help, fortunate that he was just a skeleton to be able to make a sound.

After a long period of overtime and rush work, they were all fatigued, both in their work and rest, and no one noticed a bloodied skeleton draped in a robe wandering around the military camp

It is evident that for some reason this old man is hiding among the pile of skeletons, and he seems to have no choice but to conceal himself here. This inevitably raises suspicions that he has strayed from his loyalty to Kokolamaren, and there is no greater sin in all the places in Darkness where fir trees grow than this.

"That is not up to you. Indeed, the Munich Iron Law is as solid as a mountain, and those punishments are something I cannot bear either. However, there are exceptions to every rule; for instance, being choked to death by a skeleton is simply bad luck. " At this moment, the Trader had changed his tone and said to the skeleton, "Here, take this and use it as a ball to kick."

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Yet you have a way! Ami Hai was overjoyed to see that Skull was no longer going wild, and thus loosened the iron chains. Given Dylan's status, once he agreed to go, the matter was already accomplished.

The skull fell silent

Gradually, he came to understand what he desired, which was a means of expressing emotions and desires, a subtle gesture, or perhaps—speaking. He wished to articulate his thoughts just like an ordinary person.

The castle designer Dylan could no longer pretend, pushing them away with resentment, tearing off the scalp that did not belong to him, and ripping off the robe of the dark priest as well

Ludland readily agreed, as it is rumored that the designer of the Munich Castle, Dylan, is the longest-lived dark priest in the world. As a sage with little combat ability, he is respected by Kokolmarien for his experience and knowledge. Due to his longevity, his physical features are quite pronounced—he has become as thin as a skeleton, yet still possesses hair and a beard

Such matters cannot be overly demanding, but the difficulty does not lie with Louis de Lande; he merely needs to give the order. As for the intentions of Coquelicot, Louis de Lande cannot yet fathom them, but he will know sooner or later. It has been a long time since he last visited his territory, a city-state that belongs to him, a vast city-state that gathers his wealth, the source of his power. He has renowned swords and blades waiting to be polished, and thousands of beautiful women from various races who will never grow old. It has been a long time since he last visited his territory, a city-state that belongs to him, a vast city-state that gathers his wealth, the source of his power. He has renowned swords and blades waiting to be polished, and thousands of beautiful women from various races who will never grow old. Once he has had his fill of enjoyment, it is estimated that this matter will be nearly settled.

Damn it... I can't just go meet Koko Malin! Dylan muttered to himself, "I can't..." Then he suddenly turned and ran, catching both Ami Hai and the changer by surprise, unable to stop him in time. Dylan's movements were surprisingly agile; he jumped high, and in just a few leaps, he reached the entrance. The Dark Knight did not intervene. However, Dylan suddenly stopped and slowly began to retreat.

Ami Hai placed a piece of scalp on the bare head of the skeleton and held a strand of beard up to the chin for comparison. The exchanger held Dylan's portrait, and the two nodded in mutual surprise. "Teacher Dylan, wake up!" The exchanger pushed away the dark priest and personally supported the skeleton soldier, his friendliness almost unsettling. Yet, just thinking about the sudden credit that had fallen into his hands made it hard for him not to be a bit more cordial; perhaps there would even be a medal!

"Hmph, do as you wish with this old bone of mine," Dylan said, showing no concern for Ameiha's threats, but tightening his cloak firmly. "Coco Marlene once promised that whoever harms me will be repaid tenfold. Otherwise, do you think I would dare to stay in the territory?"

As the years go by, the fragmented memories of ordinary skeleton soldiers gradually accumulate, piecing together a relatively complete life experience from one-sided obsessions. Only then might there be a possibility of exhibiting more intelligent behaviors, but this is limited to realms devoid of complex logical thinking, and it is feared that this would require at least several hundred years. Therefore, it is impossible for such beings to exist with a brand-new designation. Instinctively sensing the awkwardness of the situation, the skeleton, in fact, is not quite sure how to respond, so he remains silent, feigning ignorance and lying still in place. Therefore, it is impossible for such beings to exist with a brand-new designation. Instinctively sensing the awkwardness of the situation, the skeleton, in fact, is not quite sure how to respond, so he remains silent, feigning ignorance and lying still in place.

You... the trader could not be bothered with him and could only say, "Then do as you wish, return whenever you want, just don't cause trouble indiscriminately"

The changer was at a loss due to the rumors he had heard, but Ahmiha had already changed his expression. After all, he was still the highest leader in this barracks. Chains clattered as they flowed from his left sleeve, and Ahmiha tightened his grip on the sickle, coldly stating: "The orders of Koukoumalin have spread throughout the world. Do you want me to bear the unbearable sin? Either you go with me, or I will lock you up and take you with me"