Lord of the North

"Jason Lopez and the others seem to have gone to the barracks. You send someone to follow them and watch outside the barracks."

Gilbert thought for a while and told Keith that he always felt that something would happen against his plan after Jason went to the barracks.

"Yes, master, leave it to me." Keith bowed his head and responded. He thought it was best to go to this kind of thing himself, and he was worried about leaving it to those subordinates.

"Just stare at them from a distance, and remember not to get too close to them, that man's strength is too terrifying."

Gilbert recalled Lancelot's terrifying aura that night again. He had only seen the gluttony in the dark blue cross star have such strength when he became serious.

At the same time, Gluttony was the only person he admired. He didn't have enough talent, and he reached that level only by unremitting hard training.

"I understand, master." Keith immediately agreed, he didn't want to die young, and he also knew the horror of Lancelot.

"Go and prepare, too." Gilbert said with a wave of his hand.

Keith saluted and then retreated. They still need a lot of preparations to ambush Lancelot. It doesn't mean that after the ghost servants are all there, they rush up and it's over.

That would be no different from courting death, and this plan might require Gilbert himself to make it happen.

After Keith left, Gilbert stood there for a long time, picked up his gold coin again, this time did not spin it between his fingers, but held it in front of his eyes.

Blood-red swirls appeared in his eyes again, and he stared closely at the devil engraving on it. After a while, the devil engraving on the gold coin suddenly seemed to come alive, and he opened his eyes that had been closed all along.

"Dear little Gilbert, is there anything you want to do with me this time?" The devil sculpture actually made a sharp voice, communicating with Gilbert.

"I need more ghosts. Tell me, what are your conditions this time." Gilbert did not feel scared or uneasy because of this, but communicated easily with the living sculpture.

"Freedom, I want to be free. You just need to let me out of this gold coin, and I can give you as many ghosts as you want?" The demon engraving looked excited, and his voice became sharper.

"The duty of my lineage is to prevent you from running out of here, and change the conditions." Gilbert was unmoved, sneered, and said disdainfully.

"It's a pity, then give me some more blood. You haven't traded with me for a long time, and I'm so weak." The demon carved a lonely face, as if he was very sad for Gilbert's response.

"Hmph, don't pretend to be pitiful in front of me, you will feel weak? You just want to satisfy your disgusting desire."

Gilbert dismissed his words, but still clapped his hands. Immediately, a group of people came out with large buckets filled with dark red blood. They quickly took out a pool on the left side of the hall. Filled with blood. .

"I'm really sad when you say that." The devil engraving's tone was lost, but his eyes were fixed on the blood pool in the distance, full of greed.

"But you are really unkind. It's actually mixed with animal blood. What I want is human blood." He smiled bitterly, looking at Gilbert and said dissatisfied.

"It's good to have blood, and you still pick and choose?" Gilbert was very upset, and said gloomily, "It's not easy to get so much blood in Lucca."

"Okay, but thanks to the blood, I can only give you fifteen ghosts. If I have more, I won't be worth the loss." The demon sculpture smacked his lips, a little impatiently.

"good."

Gilbert agreed after a little thought. If he got fifteen ghosts, ten ghost servants would be born if he was lucky, which would be of great help to his next plan.

"Then... send me in?" The devil sculpture said anxiously, he couldn't wait to taste the taste of blood.

Hearing this, Gilbert raised his hand and threw him into the pool of blood. After the gold coin fell into the blood, there was no movement.

After a while, the whole pool of blood began to boil,

The blood gradually decreased, and the attendants on the side watched this scene in horror, and the only one who could keep calm was Gilbert himself.

This gold coin was obtained by Deep Blue Cross in a large city in the south when it was formed.

At that time, the monsters in the gold coin were rampant, and hundreds of thousands of people were sucked dry of blood. A terrifying senior in the dark blue cross spent his life sealing him into the gold coin, and then Gilbert's lineage The person who guards and takes charge.

And this monster can secrete an energy body called Ghost, which can allow an ordinary person to obtain energy similar to extraordinary power, and all he needs to pay is blood.

However, the people of Dark Blue Cross Star were worried that the powerhouse spawned by the ghost would be controlled by this monster, so they had been forbidden to use his ability. However, some newborn calves in Gilbert were not afraid of tigers, so he thought he could control this monster.

A few years ago, he couldn't help but conceal that the top management of the organization used the power of this gold coin to make a deal with this monster.

Fortunately, no accidents have happened so far, everything is under Gilbert's control, and he has even developed tremendously with the help of this monster.

But going on like this is not an option. Gilbert stood by the pool of blood and looked at the tumbling blood. When his background was enough, he had to get rid of his dependence on this monster, and all those ghost servants had to be destroyed.

The attack on Lancelot this time is an opportunity to get rid of the Ghost Attendant, which will not let the monster notice the clues, but also achieve its own purpose.

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"I reject."

On the other hand, after hearing Zora Odinson's words, Jason immediately refused very simply. Is this thinking that he is being ordered by others?

"I won't eat you again, it's just that a piece of armor is a bit difficult to get off, I just want you to help me." Sir Zora was a little bit dumbfounded. This armor has been used for too long, and it is stuck today.

"What the hell do you mean?"

Jason frowned and asked, he really couldn't figure out what Sir Zora was thinking. Is this the attitude one should have when facing a member of the royal family?

"I'm really stuck and just want your help."

He was so angry that he broke the joint between the helmet and his body with his hands and yelled.

It sounded like a woman's voice.

"Jason, you bastard can't be so stingy?!"

"who are you?"

Jason suddenly felt a sense of familiarity, as well as an inexplicable uneasiness.

"I am Zora, Sir Zora Odinson! Will you help me?"

Jason hesitated and didn't answer. He pinched his eyebrows and thought hard, but his memory was too vague, and he couldn't remember any interaction with this person at all.

"Oh shit!"

Sir Zora cursed angrily, and with both hands, he crushed the lower half of the helmet that had been with him for several years with a "click"!

Then Jason put the broken one aside while Jason was stunned, revealing a handsome face full of heroism. Sir Zora Odinson, who is full of mystery to the outside world, is the commander-in-chief of the army directly under the northern royal family. A woman in her twenties at most?

But what made Jason even more incredible was that he knew this woman, and it should be said that he had a deep memory!