Volume 1, Chapter 65: The Battle for the Candidate

Instructing General Kalinin to clear the battlefield, Roland immediately returned to the "Rudolf," randomly selected a secluded cabin, and took out the "Angel's Horn" left to him by Palatina for identification.

Bestowing human names with the surname "Wind," imposing blood-related restrictions on human marriage and mating, and drawing a strict distinction between humans and beasts, and so on.

Thinking thus, Roland activated the "Eyes of Destiny" in an attempt to identify the emblem on the bronze bell, yet the ensuing system prompt caught him completely off guard.

When in Rome, do as the Romans do. Since he was going to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, a standard set of medieval attire was essential.

"Alright, and as for those chickens and ducks, we cannot guarantee the exact quantity we can provide for you either, but whenever I have them, I'll bring them over. How does that sound?" Lin Xue and Ouyang Zhiyuan exchanged glances. In truth, she was dying to ask if fifty chickens, ducks, and geese a day would be acceptable, as she really wanted to empty out the chickens, ducks, and geese in that spatial dimension.

There was only one territory-building stone. Without territory protection, it was fine during the day, but in the pitch-black of night, it would be extremely difficult to get through.

That day's abysmal live-streaming effect had already shocked them to their core; what kind of visual feast would this high-definition, professional live broadcast turn out to be?

At that final moment, Bard chose to become the mayor. Perhaps his best option now was to leave this place with his treasures and live in a better place, but this was his home after all—not out of an unwillingness to part with power, but because he still held a deep attachment to this land.

Although his father had ultimately decided to ask Guyong for help this time, which left him quite resentful and somewhat annoyed, he could still understand his father.

After a night, Logan, who had no idea how far he had drifted down the river, followed the current and found a farm.

The procuress did not mistreat her simply because of her good looks, only locking her in the room with an iron chain: She is so foolish; if someone were to trick her away, the silver spent on her would be wasted.

Upon hearing this, Jiang Ping thought—oh... dear me? It seems that tonight won't pass without a few lives being lost to truly resolve this matter.

Two palms slapped against the golden bell, directly sending it flying backward, and subsequently, the man's expression shifted slightly.

Having grown up this large, it was the first time he had ever been treated in such a manner. Instantly, blood rushed to his eyes, filling him with extreme rage.

"To think that the situation here is even worse!" Chen Jie appeared by Cai Xiong's side at this moment, gazing at the mountain-like demon king with a face full of apprehension.

It was said that Zhuang Singong wanted to claim credit for himself, but the Crown Prince believed he had simply gone to scavenge for achievements and refused to grant him an official post. The two argued until their faces were crimson, and Zhuang Singong departed in anger.

Zhao Ling tumbled down from his horse, climbed onto the carriage, and glared fiercely at Biyu, snapping: "Speak up earlier next time!" Putting his broadsword back into its scabbard was simply too inconvenient.

Seeing their leader defeated, the crowd from River Creek stirred into a commotion, rushing toward Wang Shi's direction one after another! However, standing opposite them were also the men of Qingfeng.

Dou Zun experts were all supreme powerhouses throughout the entire Central Plains. Because of a treaty stating that those who achieve Saint status must not enter the mortal world, no Dou Sheng had been seen manifesting in the Central Plains for hundreds of years.

When Ye Mingze returned that evening, he was informed of this matter. Upon hearing it, Ye Mingze felt a slight trace of doubt, but did not ask any further.

Yet at this moment, he had to rely on the physical pain to suppress the trembling of his heart and hold back that heart-rending grief.

"Oh? What's wrong with you? Did you run into some trouble?" Tong Yao's expression was plain for all to see. The moment Lin Chuyin stepped into the classroom, he saw a capital letter "Jong," so how could he possibly fail to notice?

The Brocade-Clad Guard, apart from intimidating declining aristocratic families that had long since lost their real power like the Jia family, would give a wide berth whenever they encountered the meritorious officials of the Zhenyuan era.

To think she could come up with such a "brilliant" idea, preferring to sell herself just to repay the debt.

First came four cold dishes: five-spice beef, white-cut pig ears, roasted potatoes, and a serving of goose liver.

As the group arrived at the back courtyard, they caught sight of a pitch-black, bottomless abyss. While they were still puzzled, a deep, rumbling vibration echoed from the pit, kicking up a cloud of dust. From amidst the dust protruded a cyan-gold sharp claw—it was none other than the exotic beast they had encountered earlier, which had used the Buddhist shrine to drag everyone here.

"His Majesty has arrived!" A single announcement shook the heavens, cutting off abruptly and swallowed back down. Overjoyed, they pinned their hopes on a savior, tears welling up in their eyes before they even knew it.

Whether Dou Wei liked it or not, the students who had finished drafting their assigned topics all made their way toward the partitioned cubicles already assigned to them.

In truth, it would have been better if Lin Zhongbin had not bothered to cool things down with those words; once spoken, every single student dining in the restaurant began rolling up their sleeves and getting raring to go.

He had already recalled many things from the past. Although his memories were still incomplete, his own seal upon those memories had begun to loosen.

At that moment, Ron returned, and the cats and dogs of the old folks barked excitedly, struggling to break free from their leashes and the restraining hands of their owners, eager to follow their leader for a proper stroll.

The eunuch behind Prince An stepped forward and placed a tray before him. Prince An's pupils constricted; he glanced at Empress Jiang, clenched his back teeth fiercely, poured the poisoned wine, and placed it into Empress Jiang's hands.

Zeng Yanfang's face turned pale as a sheet. She sat on the sofa, unsure whether to leave or stay, and cast a pale-faced look toward Mu Jingchi, who sat beside me.

Ever since completing the full course of events once, the mixed-breed police dog Hala had grown increasingly exceptional, and the time taken to complete the entire training routine grew shorter and shorter, gradually closing in on the twenty-second mark.

Finally, Mu Jingchi asked me about some other matters, all of which I answered honestly. It was not until this meal was finished that I realized I had fallen into his trap; he had successfully diverted the topic, making me forget the real business altogether.