In fact, the people present had never heard of the name [Alfred].

But in front of the Pale Knight and the Bone Dragon, everyone wisely chose to shut up.

Those who can make such powerful legendary creatures surrender are not the supreme monarchs in the Dead World, but also the powerful existence second only to them.

Among all, there is only one person who is dissatisfied with this person.

"Let me go, I smell the world of the dead!"

Such a roar sounded in Lance's heart.

He was as deep as water on the surface, and his heart was already full of anger. The Demon Sword Orphe, a guy who didn't know how to live or die, actually wanted to kill a few pale knights and bone dragons to taste the taste? He even wanted to attack this consul of the underworld who was obviously not easy to mess with.

Lance no longer knew how to complain. For his life, he had to forcefully control his left arm and resist the idea of ​​rushing up and chopping.

"Give me some peace!" He angrily rebuked in his heart: "Are you fucking wrong with it? You only have the power of the second-level peak now to provoke a group of third-level guys? Do you think you are still the fourth-level magic sword?"

Under Lance's anger, Orphee calmed down a little. This guy obviously did not realize that after leaving the body of the magic sword, his power had dropped significantly. Perhaps Lance could kill a Pale Knight with his sneak attack and the powerful attack power of the magic sword, but immediately afterwards, he could guarantee that he would be killed by the other Pale Knights in one fell swoop.

The second-level wizard has no chance of winning in front of the third-level strongman. The cross-level battle can only be seen in the legendary genius wizard. The higher the level, the bigger the gap in its strength. Although Lance can use some special means to destroy the second-level wizard at level 1, he dare not face so many third-level creatures head-on in the early stage of level 2.

Perhaps after entering the second-level high-level and improving the strength of the magic sword, he may have the opportunity to fight against the third-level strongman, but it is definitely not now.

What's more, he didn't know the purpose of this consul of the underworld.

At this moment, you can only hold your breath and watch the development of things quietly.

Alfred is tall and has a thin face. His skin is very white, but his lips are extremely rosy. Excluding some cold temperament, this consul of the underworld is actually a rare beauty, especially the black and white cloak behind him and the bone dragon under him, which can add a lot of style to him.

"It's a very rich mark of death, and I saw the most annoying wizard of the undead."

The consul of the underworld slowly walked down from the bone dragon's back. He walked to the corpse of the undead wizard, with a look of disgust on his face.

The profession of the undead wizard is not only difficult to be accepted by peers in the wizard world, but also hated by strong people from the world of the dead. After death, people turn into dead spirits, and should have sat on the boat of the dead, drifted along the river of the plane, and sank into the world of the dead. This is the natural law in the super universe.

Perhaps this universe full of bubbles has many planes, but the final destination of these planes is the mysterious world of the Dead. The world of the Dead is ruled by many kings, and these kings respect each other and have their own territory. There are many creatures from other planes under their command to serve them. These creatures may not be undead, but after becoming the subordinates of the kings, they will automatically gain some of the talents and abilities of the undead race.

The consuls of the underworld are the most important part of the administrative system established by the kings.

Their mission is to ensure that the undead on each plane can be successfully sent to the world of the dead. As the undead wizards who use the undead as weapons or mediums to lead the road to immortality, they are naturally the most hated by the consuls of the underworld.

The situation between the two sides was like water and fire, and there was no room for ease. So Alfred was so disgusted when he saw Ferey's body.

This knowledge is part of the planeology, and Lance has long been familiar with it. He has also had a certain understanding of the world of the Dead, so it is not surprising to the performance of the consul of the underworld.

However, Lance was still very surprised at why Alfred appeared here.

Logically speaking, the witchcraft interference and time and space barriers between various planes determine that even a person like the consul of the Underworld cannot come and go freely. Criland belongs to the middle and upper plane in the nearby super bubble universe. If he came here deliberately from the world of the deceased at the bottom, what is that?

"It may also be, just passing by..."

Lance guessed uneasily.

At this moment, he suddenly saw the marks of death lingering on his body.

"Is it these marks of death that attracted him?" This thought suddenly appeared in Lance's mind.

"You killed this undead wizard?" At this moment, the consul of the underworld walked towards Lance with great strides.

He took off his leather gloves, stretched out his white hand, and said politely: "Let me introduce myself, Alfred, the ninth-level consul of the underworld, and the first consul under the monarch of MGM. I came here today because I happened to pass by and noticed a large amount of the aura of death marks."

Lance subconsciously reached out his hand and shook it with him: "Hello, Lord Alfred, I am Lance, a wizard."

Alfred's hand was very cold, but when he held it in his hand, it was very delicate and smooth. At the moment of letting go, a feeling of reluctance arose deep in Lance's heart.

This thought scared him and quickly retracted his hand.

Alfred didn't mind Lance's rude behavior. He looked at Lance's left arm and his face gradually became solemn.

After a while, he suddenly ordered: "Please pack these marks of death."

Before everyone could react, the bone dragon that had held the portal crookedly suddenly raised its head and sucked it hard.

In an instant, the wind stormed, and all the flowers, plants and trees were rolled back, accompanied by the marks of death, sucked into the nostrils of the bone dragon.

The wizards used some spells to stabilize their bodies, thus avoiding the tragedy of being caught in the belly by the bone tortoise.

"Nothing!" Alfred looked angry: "Mr. MGM often teaches us that when we are in the middle and high-level planes, we need to pay attention to the etiquette of serving as the world of the dead!"

"No small things can be done well... Humph, remember for me, although you are Lord Rotan's nephew, you still have to abide by my rules. Nothing is allowed!"

The bone dragon whispered and lowered his head slightly. In a vague way, he could still see his shriveled wings trembling.

"This Alfred looks a little angry, but judging from the reaction of the Bone Dragon, he should be a tough guy."

Lance thought, looking at the bare grass and the big trees around him, and couldn't help but shake his head.

A bone dragon can create such a terrifying power with just one sucking of the bone dragon. If you conflict with them, you have no hope of winning. The gap in strength is too big.

Fortunately, Alfred shouldn't be here to make trouble. Lance didn't see malice in him.

After scolding the Bone Dragon, Alfred quickly came to Lance and pondered for a while. Suddenly speaking:

"Mr. Lance, I'm very interested in you. Originally, I just came here to clean up these marks of death and let them return to the world of the dead, but after seeing you, I changed my mind."

"Would you like to be one of the messengers of the Dead World in this plane?"

The two sides were very close, and Lance could see Alfred's burgundy eyes. His eyes seemed to be slightly drunk, making people tremble.

A faint fragrance penetrated through the pores of Lance's skin, causing him to tremble and tremble, and an unspeakable sense of quickness rushed up his forehead along his spine!

Just by looking at him, he felt that he could not control his body!

"What's wrong? Didn't I notice before that I was actually a...?"

Lance turned his face away with shame. He didn't dare to look at Alfred again. The inexplicable feeling made him confused.

However, with his strong physical fitness, he quickly calmed down.

"Mr. Alfred, I don't quite understand what you mean. As you can see, I am a wizard and a living person." He asked a little strangely.

"It doesn't matter, only living people can stay in this plane for a long time." Alfred smiled and explained: "I will not turn you into a dead soul, like our subordinates; I will give you the greatest freedom, in fact, it's just a part-time job."

After Alfred's explanation, Lance suddenly realized.

It turns out that in order to fight against the necromancers or ghost blasphemers in various planes, the Dead World usually recruits some spokespersons of the Dead God from each plane. The purpose of these people is to eliminate people who violate the laws of the Dead World as much as possible, such as the Dead Wizard, and send the mark of death that does not belong to this world to the Dead World.

Alfred himself has at least a level 4 (legend) strength, so he can naturally see the strangeness of Lance's left arm at a glance. Although the magic sword Orphee likes to devour the resentful spirits, if it devours the resentful spirits of the undead wizard, it will instead help the world of the deceased. Because these resentful spirits have been blasphemed, even if they are sent to the world of the deceased, they can only be shattered. What is really precious is the mark of death on them.

The vengeful spirits swallowed by Orphee will leave the body of the undead wizard and wander naturally in the air. If Alfred or other agents from the Dead World come here to collect, these death marks will be integrated into this plane for a while and will be wasted.

"In the world of the dead, the gap in the mark of death is very large, so I need someone like you to work for us." Alfred explained:

"Mr. Lance, if you wish, I declare in the name of the First Consul under Lord MGM that you will become the agent of the third God of Death in this plane."

"Your title is a first-class consul of the Underworld."

"It should be noted that the first two spokespersons of this plane were killed in the process of hunting the undead wizard, so if you refuse, I won't be angry."

He said with a smile, while looking up and down at Lance.

The latter was so furious that he naturally understood the meaning of his eyes.

"I...will."

His Adam's apple rolled away and said.

PS: The next chapter is probably around eleven o'clock
Chapter completed!