Kalanti looked helpless, Onda's mouth twitched, and the accompanying historian jotted down what he saw and heard along the way.

"Not only that, but my mother has a long history of battles and has extremely rich experience in life. There is no way. The senior officials of this continent are not her "old friends" or her "old guest A so much that they hold the red blood domain. No one dared to set foot. Do you know why?" Bai Ji said with a smile.

"With such a great and capable mother, of course we are very good at porcelain."

"Ahem...Your Royal Highness, it's almost time to talk about business." Karanti smiled and interrupted, who couldn't listen.

She now finally understands why the relationship between the queen and the princess is so delicate...

"Oh, sorry, sorry, some small quirks, don't be surprised.

...

"Okay, let's not talk about this, practice is tight, let's talk about some business matters... Bai Ji put away her chattering and laughing appearance.

"Ahem, as His Royal Highness said, we Templars are followers of Lasambo clan who followed your ancestors in ancient times. Templars were formed by her hand, and we are local. Jedo people.

"Are you Jeduo people?" Bai Ji was full of disbelief.

"Yes, don't be surprised, we are indeed Jeduo people." Andy explained helplessly. "However, our surname inheritance methods and cultural traditions follow the blood spirit empire. There is a reason why the local Jeduo people look completely different.

"In short, we believe in Lassambo and inherit the power of the Lassambos, so our appearance is more skewed towards the blood spirits.

"And the city lord outside the city, their ancestors served the Lassambo clan like us, but they changed their beliefs in the middle, and thus lost the power that Lassambo gave them. After thousands of years of proliferation, we are still with them. They share the same origin, but they no longer belong to the same cultural group.

"You said, are you loyal to us?" Bai Ji pointed at herself playfully.

"Of course, La Sambo is our belief. After your Highness becomes a white saint, you will naturally be the object of allegiance to us."

"How can we trust you?"

Andy seemed to have guessed that Bai Ji would say the same, and opened his shirt to reveal his back.

loyalty? ? ...Uh, no.

There is a complex pattern engraved with blood dye on the back. Bai Ji recognized it. This is the text of the ancient blood spirit empire. This group is probably equivalent to the imprint, and it also emits energy. It should be carried out. After some kind of ritual and then engraved.

"This is our oath.

"For the time being, trust you." Bai Ji slowly stretched her head back. "Then let's issue the next order.

"Take us to the capital of Saplan

Chapter 30~The Coup

A flash of lightning flashed across the unobstructed wilderness of Saplan.

In addition to all the blood sergeants, three thousand Templar knights marched thousands of miles in a day.

The remaining Jedo soldiers and Yuzheng were ordered to garrison Yechao's locality. The morale of the coalition forces has dispersed and they are ruined. They are not worried that they will rush to the capital of Saplan before them. Heaven is the first priority.

"These giant beasts are called'Carlo'. They are not creatures of this plane. They were given to us by the White Sage. It was she who formed the Templar Knights and handed over the summoning and domestication of this alien beast. We, from generation to generation." On the back of the behemoth'Carlo', Di Ling explained to Bai Ji.

"This is a summoned creature? That's amazing." Bai Ji sat on the behemoth's broad back, chewing blood sugar, frowning.

As we all know, the summoning spell has many restrictions, such as the number of summons, the duration of the summons, and more importantly, the time limit of the summons.

Theoretically speaking, the summoner’s curse energy is inexhaustible, and it can be achieved to achieve a ‘permanent summon’, but this is only a theory, and there is no inexhaustible curse energy.

"Permanent Summon", at least I haven't heard of it before indefatigable.

"Do you still keep the curse that permanently summons these kinds of creatures?" Bai Ji came with interest. Humans can learn... We regularly obtain ‘Carlo’ cubs for breeding through the portal left by our ancestors. ’

"That's it." Bai Ji nodded.

The speed of the behemoth ‘Carlo’ is very fast, and it’s not an exaggeration to say that it is the lightning of the wilderness. The speed is dazzling and cannot be captured. At first, it was a little uncomfortable, but now it is a little used to this speed.

"His Royal Highness, it's coming soon, and the capital of Saplan State is ahead."

The city emerging from the horizon gradually enlarges in the field of vision.

...

In remote places with severe desertification, the local residents are destined to not be safe and self-serving. Unknown fear has penetrated into the bone marrow and tied the local races firmly like bone gangrene.

"Crack!" The sound of glass and porcelain shattered, and the exquisite and valuable artwork was smashed to the ground like rubbish.

The man was wearing a black and white mask of birds and beasts, sitting on a high chair, watching all this peacefully.

"Hey, a bird-faced man! We have tolerated you for a long time." The burly troll patted the table to his feet, and the inferior wooden table was directly photographed into a pile of debris.

"The rules of my tribe require you, an outsider, to make irresponsible remarks? Just a missionary, do you still want to change the rules of the tribe, thinking that you are something?" Along with the broken porcelain, underneath The troll generals were angry and looked at the bird-faced man sitting on the main seat with righteous indignation. The "Orgong" worry green clan is a branch of the trolls. Compared with the trolls, they are relatively backward and remote. They rejected the leadership of the troll headquarters and insisted on living in this uncivilized desert.

This level of civilization is impossible to produce such things as porcelain, and everything must start with the bird-faced man in the main position.

This suspicious guy who claims to be a missionary came to this barren village about three years ago and expressed his hope to cooperate with your tribe to spread the belief in the ‘true god’ he believes in.

The trolls are not Mr. Haohao, and the violent temperament directly intends to drive this nonsense guy away. However, this suspicious preacher has come prepared.

It not only brings a large amount of grain food that can be cultivated in the wilderness, but also beautiful and convenient out-of-town containers.

This is an irresistible temptation for the Green Clan people who had started to eat in the famine.

Under his persuasion, this isolated tribe began to communicate with the outside world. The missionaries took advantage of the hot iron to carry out trade in the local area and took the initiative to give benefits to the locals.

With his help, the life of the Green Clan trolls is flourishing, and within three years, the phenomenon of starvation and insufficient food has been almost eradicated.

The quality of life has improved, the existing class contradictions have increased day by day, and the phenomenon of exploitation has emerged one after another.

As the gap between the rich and the poor continues to evolve, the lives of the nobles have become extravagant, while the situation of the common people has become worse.

While the rich wine and meat smell, the road with frozen bone.

Missionaries took the initiative to fund this, establishing a free house orphanage to take in the homeless people, and buying land to build schools for children under half their age to study.

This caused dissatisfaction among the nobles.

Naturally, they didn't intend to give this piece of cake to unrelated civilians. When they lived a wealthy life, they thought about killing the donkey. In fact, the missionary's act of buying people's hearts made the nobles very uneasy.

Therefore, under a long-premeditated conspiracy, the missionary was called to the main account by the nobles to "discuss", and the one who waited for him was the sharp knife.

"Everyone, if you want to kill me, you have to give a reason." The bird-faced man looked through the frame of the frame, calmly watching the troll aristocrat who was throwing a cup. "Even if someone has no mercy to you, at least he has no hatred, right?

"Reason? Haha, don't pretend to be foolish for us, why do you kill you, don't you have any points in your heart?" The bright sharp knife was pulled out, and the nobleman who had gained enough wealth decided to completely tear it apart with the missionaries. Cheeky.

"You are buying people's hearts, and you really want to punish those stinky civilians, Xiaohui, so obviously, are you afraid that people will not see your ulterior motives?" Troll nobleman coldly snorted.

"Oh, everyone, this really misunderstood me." The Bird Face smiled and waved his hand. "The homeless children on the street are really poor. Someone can't bear it and give them food, clothing and shelter. What's the problem? h "What's the problem?" You really said it, you can't keep the head on your shoulders if you continue to play stupid! "A troll nobleman threw a document full of guilt at the feet of Birdmian.