"Yes, to promote the corresponding legendary story." Leonard answered simply, and opened the door and walked out.

Pallez Zarathustra was silent again, and then said: "Besides writing poems, you should pay more attention to the encirclement and suppression of the Rose School of Thought."

Leonard finished walking the stairs, entered the street, looked at the pedestrians coming and going, nodded slightly and said: "Yes."

At this moment, as he walked towards the bookstore, he seemed to have returned to Tingen, back to the time when he was the "Midnight Poet". At that time, he was also walking on the noisy street in the same way, preparing to buy a copy of "Ruen's Early Classical Poetry Collection" and a "Selected Poems of Russell".

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Backlund, South Bridge, Harvest Church.

After Emlyn White regained consciousness, he found himself standing in front of a window.

The sun has dimmed outside, and the flowers and plants are flourishing.

Regarding Mister Fool's slumber, his feelings are slightly different from other members of the Tarot Society.

That is, in addition to being heavy, sighing, sad, and confused, there is also the certainty that there will probably be a good result.

Within the blood clan, some marquises and earls are already quite old, even if they have lived longer than most demigods of the same level, and they have reached the twilight years of their lives. At this time, they often choose to sleep and use similar methods to prolong their lifespan , the effect is quite good.

Therefore, Emlyn has long been used to and heard a lot of things like slumber, and knows that it does not mean death or falling, and thinks that if he finds the right way, Mister Fool has a high probability of waking up.

He looked at the scenery outside the window, and said to himself in his heart: "Mr. Fool has fallen asleep, and the oracle of the ancestor is often disturbed, so it is obvious that he cannot provide frequent help..."

After a brief silence, Emlyn sighed silently: "As expected, in the end, you need to face and bear it by yourself.

"This is the fate of the savior."

When the word "savior" was mentioned, Emlyn smiled visibly, with a hint of self-deprecation.

He immediately repeated in his heart: "I can only rely on myself."

Just as this thought flashed through, Father Utravsky's voice sounded from behind Emlyn: "It's time to go."

Emlyn turned his head and saw the priest wearing a brown priest's robe carrying a huge sword on his back.

The length of the giant sword exceeded Emlyn's height, and its width was close to his waist.

Coupled with the mountain-like body of Father Utravsky, the terrifying sense of oppression is as real as it is.

As the Blood Earl, Emlyn returned to normal after being suffocated slightly, and nodded slightly: "Okay."

Today, they will set off to the Southern Continent to participate in the operation to encircle and suppress the Rose School of Thought.

Just as he answered, Emlyn suddenly remembered something, and quickly said, "Wait for another half a day."

He wanted to gather most of the blood clans in Backlund to discuss the matter of the pharmaceutical company initially.

Bishop Utravsky didn't ask anything, nodded and said, "Come to me when you're ready."

After Emlyn watched Father Utravsky walk into the depths of the church, he turned his head and said to the vampires who were about to follow him to the southern continent: "Inform all the vampires in Backlund to come over, there is something that needs to be discussed."

"Yes, Your Excellency the Earl." Those blood races responded respectfully.

When they split up to start their operations, Emlyn looked back at the altar and the holy emblem of life in front of the church�it was a simple baby surrounded by symbols such as ears of wheat, flowers, and spring water.

This made Emlyn suddenly stunned. JrNovels.com