Vol 3 Chapter 1014: Soul Scroll

Soon after Ye Zhongming and others left the Holy City, the city blew a long time without sounding the horn. 8??1? Chinese network W=W≠W≈. ≈8＝1≠Z=W≥. ≥COM
The Royal Guard, the First Royal Team, the two most powerful teams in the Holy City, plus three slaves, are neatly arranged in the square below the Royal Palace.
Many people in the Holy City came to hear the news and see what happened.
However, these teams went out of the city directly, and stopped those good deeds in the holy city.
Bachelet followed the team tremblingly, and he didn't understand very much in his heart, why did the army go out and take him with him?
Yesterday, the transactions with those Chinese were not realized, why bring yourself?
With the blue equipment and powerful man in his hand, the puppet did not give Bachelet the confidence and courage at all. He was still very timid and feared too many things.
However, after all, he was a six-star evolver, and he was not afraid of His Majesty the King, because the old man was very good to him, and even gave him some professional scroll skill scrolls to sell.
So the South American hesitated for a long time and went to see His Majesty the King. He didn't want to know why he took himself, he just wanted to know if he could go back.
The guards naturally wanted to stop him, but not everyone could see His Majesty casually, but after the announcement, His Majesty decided to see Bachelet.
The South American stooped down and entered the majestic beast car unique to His Majesty.
The hill-like red lion the captain said was pulling the beast car.
"Your Majesty, your dear Majesty, hello, may God protect you forever."
Bachelet knelt in front of the king, very pious.
Yes, kneel.
This six-star evolver actually knelt in front of this old king.
The king sat on the throne in the huge beast car and smiled at Bachelet who was kneeling in front of himself, his face kind.
Among the veterinary vehicles, there are not only these two people, but a dozen people. In addition to the king, there are the guard captain who bullied Bachelet yesterday, the leaders of several teams, the king's favorite son, and so on.
These people looked at this South American with a smile.
Bachelet just glanced up, and then quickly lowered his head again, not knowing why, and an ominous premonition rose.
"Bachelet, what's the matter with me?" King Ahmed asked kindly in German.
When I saw this man kneeling down, King Ahmed was so contented in his heart, this awesome feeling was great.
Most people hate this end-time and yearn for the old world, but Ahmed is different. He thanks and praises this end-time.
Because it was the end of the world that made him a dying old man, he had a second spring.
The shrivelled old body was younger, the dizzy old eyes were clear, and the semi-deaf hearing was restored. He even had the ability to conquer women in bed again.
That's what he hasn't tasted for years.
After that, he evolved all the way to the current seven-star level, which not only extended his life, but also mastered a greater strength.
As for how many human skeletons and lives his evolutionary level represents, Ahmed does not care.
He is now one of the two kings of West Asia.
Among the rights he holds, what fascinates him most is the control of the life and death of others.
Now, he has to do such a thing.
"Your Majesty, I, I am not a warrior, and I ask you to agree that I return to the Holy City to continue my scroll manufacturing."
Although Bachelet didn't feel very good just now, he thought that his profession would be useful to His Majesty. Even if His Majesty couldn't use it himself, he could create value for him. To thank your majesty.
However, the answer he hoped for hadn't arrived, and later, he heard a sentence that made him so distracted.
"Bachelet, you know, the advent of roulette puts all luck in this world in a very high position. Many people are not so talented, so brave, and not so hard, but But I got something more than those who are more talented than him, brave than he worked hard, I think it is unfair."
Ahmed looked down upon the South American who was kneeling on the ground, like a deity!
"And you are such a person."
Bachelet was shocked, suddenly raised his head and looked at His Majesty, not knowing what he said, and the sense of crisis in his heart became stronger and stronger.
"Before, although we all knew you were weak and timid, there was no way because we needed your ability, but now, your ability will not be your exclusive."
"Han... next, you, what do you mean?"
"My father means that you have to deprive your ability, and then give it to someone who is truly qualified to own it!"
Next to King Ahmed, a seemingly grown-up young man stood up. His body has strong fluctuations and is very pure. If Ye Zhongming is here, he will know that this is only taking evolutionary medicine without A situation unique to any professional skill evolver.
"what?!"
Bachelet stood up, strangely, at this time, his trembling body calmed down.
"Someone presented a picture to my father Wang Jin... The Scroll of Souls, which can perfectly strip out the occupation that one has, is truly perfect, retains the grade proficiency formula of the occupation, etc. Now you should understand? "
The young man smiled because he was the'qualified person', he was the king's favorite son, he didn't want to go out to fight and his father didn't want him to go, for this reason, Ahmed Intentionally let people'jinxian' give a scroll of soul-lifting, so that he can stay in the palace and enjoy his safe and happy life.
Bachelet fell into the ice cellar. He suddenly thought about a lot of things, and his mind was never sober.
Then, his whole body began to tremble again, but this time, he deliberately.
Then, in the laughter and disdain of these people, he quickly put on the blue war armor and pants shoes, and summoned the puppet.
Also, he turned towards himself, not knowing how many auxiliary scrolls were used!
Bachelet, who had never had a formal fight, desperately.
At this time, if you do not desperately, then you are really dead.
It's a pity... he didn't succeed.
His level is not low, and he secretly does not give himself ‘take’ various attributes to improve the scroll, his physical attributes are all in ‘degree’!
He even learned some skills.
However, after all, he was too inexperienced. He did not know how to combine his abilities. If he used these abilities, he only insisted for more than ten seconds, and the puppet was killed, and he himself was pressed to death Off the ground.
"You really surprised me, Bachelet, was the Chinese made for you?" Ahmed stepped down from the throne and came to the South American who was still struggling, touching the brand new blue armor In the eyes, there is no hidden greed.
"I like you and I like the Chinese people who are wearing hundreds of well-equipped outfits brought by Hamantan, but you are still going to die."
After he finished speaking, a black swarthy scroll appeared in his hand, which was imprinted into Bachelet's last scream.
After a while, the South American turned into a corpse, and on his corpse, a professional scroll of the writer...
"After a day of cooling down, my dear son, this is yours."
Among the beast cars, congratulations sounded one after another.