Les Laval's father died of illness since childhood. Because he was young, he was handed over to be raised by his noble uncle. The baron rank had to be passed on to adulthood before he could inherit it. His uncle was a standard aristocrat, so his uncle was a successful aristocrat. He was hypocritical on the surface and despicable behind his back. He relied on the rules of the noble and won more benefits in various ways.

For example, in marriage, the young Les Laval got engaged to a female nobleman and was sent to the other party's castle. It was a dark time, and the female nobleman died in a disaster that was unknown whether it was an accident or something.

Through the engagement agreement, the female noble's property was taken over by Rice, or to be precise, by his uncle. As he grew older, more and more "accidents" happened around him.

And Rice finally became an adult and took over the title of Baron, he began to alienate his uncle, but it is undeniable that he has always lived in the shadow of his uncle and has always had problems with his own territory.

He noticed that there was a conspiracy inside. After all, his uncle had been in charge of his territory for so many years, and maybe he would die in some kind of accident. The reason why he could survive until now was due to the attack of the Kingdom of Roas, which attracted his uncle's attention.

Rice has a similar personality to his uncle and is very good at using rules. This is his ability to survive. Because he has no one to trust when he is young, he can only rely on the inheritance law of the nobles to protect himself.

He had seen darkness and prayed for light. He had his own ideals. So when the news of the Saint Saint appeared, he seized this opportunity. He used the lord's name to plunder all the money and food and took private soldiers to join the army.

In the army, his uncle's conspiracy was naturally self-defeating, and even seized this opportunity, he might be able to truly make achievements.

Looking at the Saint of Savior riding a white horse, Rice has a great impression of him. After all, for him, the appearance of the Saint of Savior is just like the light he longs for, as if just by looking, you can feel the purity and beauty of the other party.

"That girl has the power to believe." Les sighed. He has lived in an environment without trust since he was a child. If he could trust someone wholeheartedly, it should be a happy thing.

"I've arrived at the village in front, send someone to check it out and rest there." Les came to Nora and said with suggestions: "Although Kolomier is urgent, we also need to pay attention to cultivation, otherwise the soldiers will not be able to fight."

"Well... let's listen to you." Nora nodded. She actually doesn't know much about marching and fighting, but she doesn't understand. Then just leave it to the person who understands it. This person named Rice looks quite reliable, so let's listen to him: "Be careful not to disturb the residents here."

In a house in the village, a man with an ordinary face suddenly opened his eyes. He opened his cabinet with a passionate look, threw away all the debris on it, and took out a book from the mezzanine below.

"Sir, call me." The man murmured like crazy: "Sir, call me!!"

He held the book, regarded it as a treasure, rubbed it with his fingers, and then placed it on the table.

The book is only the size of a palm, and the cover of the book is a vivid golden dragon.

The man carefully took out the dagger, cut his palm with great mission and rituality, and then printed it on the cover of the book.

The blood overflowed, and the golden dragon began to squirm, turning into thin golden tentacles, absorbing the bright red blood, and then piercing it into the man's hands.

Nora suddenly looked at the village in front. Her spirit was extremely sensitive. Combined with breathing, her perception had reached a certain extreme. Just now, an evil and ominous thing flashed through the village.

The hand with a sharp golden pattern grabbed the book. Although the person's face was still ordinary, it had a unique temperament that appeared from him. The extremely dangerous charm was terrifying but addictive.

This temperament is only available to Nagli in the entire continent. This person is the chess piece sent by Nagli over the years, and that book is the means of contact given to him by Nagli.

The cover is drawn with soul blood. As long as he activates it with blood, he can temporarily host the soul blood on his body. Nagri can control the person's body through soul blood and achieve his arrival.

However, not everyone can bear the soul blood. After the arrival of Negri, the person's body will be scrapped because he cannot bear the burden of soul blood. However, these pieces are clear about this matter, but they are willing to do so.

What a glorious thing it is that their God came upon them, allowing them to lose their ordinary flesh, and their souls and God merged into one.

Negri's eyes seemed to be able to see the support force through the wall.

"The rammed crowd." After a while, Negri gave an evaluation. The troops gathered together under the guidance of the so-called Saint Saint of Savior. They seemed to have a good momentum, but the situations such as chaotic management, mixed personnel, and insufficient combat experience were very obvious.

If this army runs to support Kolomier, it will only be a waste of life and will not play any role in saving the country.

"Then let's train first." Nageri said with a smile, holding the book and walking towards the other side of the village.

In addition to summoning Negri, this book has another function, which is to store bacteria. The whole book is made of special materials, and each page stores a bacteria. Once blood is encountered, it will be activated. With specific knowledge, this book can create monsters used for combat.

Nagri walked out of the village and climbed a hillside and saw tombstones. Most of the people in the village were buried here after their death. During the years of war, everyone felt insecure. The nobles recruited soldiers everywhere and increased taxes. There were particularly many people who died.

"Grow up quickly, Nora." Nageri turned one of the pages. The illustrations on that page were of ugly monsters. Their bodies were rotten and their eyes were without any emotion, like a group of monsters without souls.

"There are no traps in the village. I have already chosen a location. The army can station there and rest for a night." Les said after a reconnaissance.

"Well, please be careful. Arrange the guard post for the night watch. I have a bad feeling." Nori pulled off the horse, looked around, and said seriously.

Night fell quietly, and a rotten hand broke out from the ground, and a layer of shadow enveloped the village below.
Chapter completed!