Opening the letterhead, Todd read the invitation letter from the "Relief Society" carefully. The letter was written by Theodore, the president of the "Relief Society". The friendly words and the tendency to cooperate between the lines make people wonder, what exactly do these radical terrorists want to do?

Rachel sat down and said: "According to the news I just received: 1. The monster in the North Stone Fortress is the latest experiment of the "Relief Society"-"The Necromancer"; 2. The Knights are in the North Stone Mine. A cave was found in the field. Hundreds of corpses were stored in it. There were civilians from the kingdom and slaves of the barbarians. There were signs that, as a subordinate organization of the "Presbyterian Church"-the "Relief Society", these corpses were used as materials. "Heirs of the Necromancers" are being manufactured in large quantities."

Todd listened to Rachel's report, froze at the table, slowly put down the letterhead in his hand, and asked: "Heir of the dead?"

"Monsters built from corpses and skeletons, some of which belong to the dead "heirs", which can be heads or spine." Rachel's expression has never been solemn: "In the past, because of " The toxicity of Sutherland’s relics is extremely low for ordinary humans to survive after touching them. Therefore, although the “heirs” are terrible, but the number is extremely small. But if the corpse and the relics can be combined to create " Necro Successors.” Then, the people of the "Presbyterian Church" can not only build an invincible army in a short time, but can even rewrite the layout of the entire continent."

Todd looked at the letter paper and thought for a moment: "I guess that the "Relief Society" wants to meet with me this time. One is to figure out whether I am an enemy or a friend, and the other is that they are studying the "Heirs of the Necropolis". Find me to be a collaborator."

Rachel was a little puzzled: "I can guess the first point, but how do you know the second point?"

Todd reinstalled the letterhead and put it on the table: "The "Heirs" troops in Muxi Town can only be hidden for a while, and there is no way to keep them secret. The technology in my hands may be the key they desperately need."

Richel stood up from his chair: "Commander, I have a question."

Todd motioned to her but said it was okay.

"If... If the conditions put forward by the "Relief Society" are very good, would you agree to cooperate with them?"

Todd looked at the unnatural look on Rachel's face, remembered the other party's past pain in the "legend of strife", shook his head and said, "I can never accept the practice of treating human life like a grass."

Rachel looked calmer, held the cross on his chest and bowed, and exited the room.

Todd looked at the disappearing figure of the woman and sat back in his seat, quietly looking at the letter paper on the table, without saying a word for a long time.

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Two days later, the meeting between Todd and Theodore was arranged at the "Sisters Hotel".

The Knights emptied all the staff in the hotel and carried out a carpet inspection, and finally surrounded by three floors inside and outside three floors.

The president of the "Relief Society", Theodore, rode a horse without carrying any weapons. There was only one entourage around him—the throat bone, which was still dressed like an old craftsman who wrought iron.

Seeing that there were only two of them, Todd was a little surprised, and later Hudgens' whispers made him frown.

There are many suspicious people in Muxi Town, who secretly approached the "sister hotel", dressed as merchants, tourists, and some were even residents of the town.

Todd's complexion looked calm, but sitting at the negotiating table, he gripped the hem of the tablecloth tightly.

The development of Muxi Town is too fast. The unrestrained immigration policy and loose and disorderly population management have given these spies and spies many opportunities to hide and hide in the town.

Cumberland is right to say that he did spend too much time on experiments, ignoring the most basic task of a lord-territory management.

After this meeting, Todd made up his mind to establish an espionage and monitoring organization in Muxi Town and start the localized management of the population.

"Todd, oh, no, I should call you the head of the team!" Theodore sat on the other side of the negotiating table, knocked on the table and said with a smile: "We are coming from afar, don't we prepare some food and drink? ?"

Todd nodded and motioned to Huggins to tell the kitchen to start walking.

The throat bone was sitting next to Theodore, looking at the crowds on the opposite side of the table, and said in a tone of half ridicule and half mockery: "Master Todd, you are the same as before. You are still so cautious..."

Looking at Rachel and Hudgens who were sitting next to him, and then at the "Heirs" team behind him, Todd only smiled at the throat bone in the end.

Theodore took off his coat and dropped it on the back of his chair. He said carelessly: "Last time we met, you were just a priest, but now you are the head of one of the four major knights of the church... Fate This thing is really interesting."

Todd waited for the dishes to be placed one by one, and said, "Mr. President, let's get to the point. What does the "Relief Society" want?"

"This dish tastes good." Theodore inserted a steak, put it in his mouth, and chewed. While heartily admiring the deliciousness of the food, he said to Todd: "First of all, I must apologize. , There was a little "argument" between my experiment and your troops..."

Todd nodded calmly, indicating that he was listening.

"After years of experimentation, I found a way to allow the remains of the "Heir" to absorb flesh and blood and grow into creatures with the same combat power." Theodore took a spoonful of soup and put it in his mouth. Mouthpiece: "This method can greatly increase the success rate of "Sutherland Relic" and save the materials to prevent the "Inheritor" from mutating..."

Todd interrupted Theodore: "Then, why did the "Relief Society" come to me for?"

The old man put down the food in his hand: "Todd, cooperate with me. I know that you have solved the secret of the "Heir". With your help, I can improve the technology of the "Heir of the Necro" and Be perfect."

Richel finally couldn't help it: "What then? Theodore? Let the "Presbyterian Church" enslave the entire world?"

Hearing this, the throat bone whispered: "Miss Ritchell, the "Presbyterian" already knows about your betrayal, and you have been formally expelled from the "Legislative of Discord". I believe that there will be a criminal officer in the near future. Come to visit you..."

Rachel raised his head, his face didn't show the slightest timid expression because of these words.

Todd looked at the other side and said softly: "Mr. President, if I'm not mistaken, the technology of the "Necromancer" should be immature, maybe there are major flaws, and there is still a long way to go before practical applications. "

Theodore and Throat Bone looked at each other, the former nodded slightly, confirming Todd's guess.

Todd said again: "Mr. President, you want me to cooperate with you. But honestly, as a different species, I cannot agree with some of the "Presbyterian Church" practices."

Theodore glanced at Todd, then at Richel, his face full of gullies and vicissitudes showed a little different feeling from the past: "Todd, since you are willing to tell me the truth. Then I Also say something to your heart. When I was young, I used to be a member of the "legion of strife"."

Theodore's voice was low and sad: "As a scholar in the Legion, I once participated in a "Eclipse Ceremony"."

Rachel heard the nouns in the president's mouth, and his face instantly lost blood.

Theodore saw Todd look puzzled and sighed: "It seems that Miss Ritchell didn't tell you about this. The "Eclipse Ceremony" is the "Elders' Council" in order to cultivate the successor army, the most obscure Human behavior."

"In order to replicate the abilities of the alien species into the body of the heirs, the "Elders" will select a suitable alien species as a victim every time, dismember him alive, and share it with the heirs. This ritual is full of fanaticism, blood and tyranny, and it is the darkest chapter in the history of alien species!"

Theodore covered his forehead with his hand, shaking his whole body: "I joined the "Presbyterian Church" to fight for peace and serenity for the aliens~lightnovelpub.net~ instead of being an accomplice in this disgusting ritual!"

"After participating in a "Eclipse Ceremony", I chose to stay away from the center of the "Presbyterian Church" and came to the Silver Ring Kingdom to take over the "Relief Society" here. I hope to find a way, a better one. A reasonable and more civilized way to strengthen the power of the aliens." Theodore looked at Todd with hope and expectation in his eyes: "From the first time we met, I knew that you, like me, are both burdened. Scholars with a mission. We pursue the truth, but we have not extinguished our conscience."

Todd took a deep look at the old man in front of him: "Mr. Theodore, the invitation you gave me is probably your own idea, right? What do you want from me?"

Theodore glanced at Rachel: "Over the years, I have learned from various sources that the atrocities of the "Presbyterian Church" have intensified. The so-called heaven has already become hell. Compared with the "Presbyterian Church," I gradually discovered A place more suitable for the survival of alien species."

The throat bone sitting next to the old man heard this, turned his head tremblingly, and opened his eyes wide: "President, do you know what you are talking about?! These people in front of you are running dogs of the Church Knights! Refuge with them It's to join the church!"

Theodore looked at the "Umbrella" sign on the knight's armor and laughed.