Although it can also gain considerable benefits by directly exposing the identity of Gray Lich, it is obviously not in line with the principle of maximizing the interests of the dragon clan.

However, how to negotiate with a crazy believer is also a big problem. After all, pure faith is destined to be unavailable from the beginning. Since Gray appeared on the mainland, the only one who negotiated with him and successfully reached an agreement seemed to be Pope Augsger III. It was based on Augsger III's consensus with Gray in some respects. Without this, it would be impossible for Augsger III to surrender.

Because there is one in the Knight's oath - sacrifice, sacrifice for comrades, sacrifice for faith. When your opponent takes pride in sacrifice, there seems to be no possibility of compromise.

This made the dragon clan, known for being stingy, petty and profit-oriented, very distressed.

Cedric V had to arrange for Gray to live in Black Dragon City. For a moment, the two sides seemed to be in a stalemate. They were unable to start the second negotiation.

At the same time, Molkar of the Lion King Capital is facing a huge "crisis".

...

Midnight, Molka's estate.

In the room where there was only one candle, a group of lichs surrounded Molkar. One by one terrifying skull, a pair of pale and thin bone claws, under the fire, it was so terrifying.

Molkar has seen this scene countless times. However, he still can't help but get goosebumps. After all, he is just a normal human being, a poor home.

After a few months, although he was not a lich, he was better than a lich. He was thin, had a haggard face, and had a deep eye socket, and was full of skeletons.

Have you ever heard of readers who feed the author stimulant so that he can't sleep and can only write books well? The Lichs are just there. They also gave the author a special Lich doctor to ensure that he will not die suddenly because of some strange potion. It is simply useless to do anything.

"We don't like to watch "The Story of the Lich Paladin and His Seventy-Two Wifes", please rewrite it." Brutu, as the leader, sat opposite Molkar's table and gently pushed the written book back with his bone finger.

"There is also "The Adventure Story of One Hundred and One Sons of the Lich Paladin." Molkar gritted his teeth and pushed it back.

"I don't like "The Adventure Story of One Hundred and One Sons of the Lich Paladin." Lucy pushed back with expressionless face.

"Actually, I wrote another version." Molkar took out another book and pushed it over again: "This is the story of the Lich Paladin's cultivation into the Holy Spirit."

"It's so exaggerating, we don't want to see it." Simon pushed it back again.

"So what do you want to see?" Molkar was almost crying.

Bubble stood next to him, so scared that he didn't dare to move.

"We want to watch "The Lich Paladin Sequel 2"" Brutu said with a hand on his hands.

"But the Lich Paladin Sequel has been written."

"We're talking about sequel two." A lich emphasized.

"He hasn't had a new story yet, what can I do?"

"He has gone to Black Dragon City, right? This is a new adventure, we have brought you all the news." A lich spread his hands.

"But the whole story has not been completed yet, and I can't write it now. There are still too many things to be clear about."

"We don't care. You have to continue writing anyway, otherwise we will abandon the book!" a lich shouted.

"Oh, that's great." Molkar was so excited.

"We will kill you before abandoning the book!" a lich threatened viciously.

"That...is actually not bad. Life is worse than death now."

"If you kill you and become a lich, we will abandon the book. You have to continue writing and come back to see it when we have time. In fact, we have always been free." A lich added gloomy in Molkar's ear.

"Uh... then please let me think about it carefully." Molkar's scalp was almost scratched, his hair fell one by one, and he seemed to be about to turn bald.

This group of readers is really scary. Molkar has been crazy three times in a few months. What’s even more scary is that the lichs cured him again...

You have to admit that the Lichs have very superb medical skills, and curing a human is simply a pediatrician. In order to speed up Molkar's writing speed, they even put two more arms on him. So now, Molkar has four arms, and has become a "non-human creature" and cannot even get out of the door.

"Well, I can write it well." The lichs commented.

I can't get dizzy, I can't die, I can't die, and I can't get rid of my crazy life, and I can't get out of the door. What kind of life is this?

Molkar could only quietly look at the readers in front of him and swallow tears of regret.

If possible, Molka really really hopes that she has never written this book.

"So what do you want to do now? The new story has not happened yet, and you don't like it. Why don't you leave for a while first and I will continue to write it to you when the story happens?"

"No, we can't wait!"

"What should I do?" Molkar spread his hands and looked like he was at slaughter.

"We recommend taking him directly to Black Dragon City and set off now!" a lich suggested: "Get closer, so that he may have inspiration and will be helpful for his creation."

"Well, I feel so too." Other lichs cheered, and the Lich Council quickly passed a new resolution: transfer to Black Dragon City.

Amid the cheers, the desperate Molkar slammed and his forehead hit the table, and there was no movement.

"Wow! He was in shock again! Hurry up! Hurry up!"

"Let me do it-! Try my new medicine! It will definitely succeed this time!"

...

Just when Molkar was worse than death and lived like years, Gray and Cedric V were still in a stalemate.

The north wind blew gently.

March in Black Dragon City is still very cold, and sometimes snow and rain, wet. The whole world seems to be wrapped in a piece of bone-chilling cold air. Of course, this is almost unsatisfactory to the undead knights and the thick-skinned dwarves in the Silver Moon Knights. As for Jones, Dora, and Andrew, the three of them were left in the Holy See Mountain.

Grey was arranged to live in Cedric V's manor. It was not a big manor, but it was more than enough to be stationed in the Silver Moon Knights.

Most people are idle, except for Vivian and Carl who have received the mission.

"We must make the worst plan. If the other party chooses to attack, we must choose a safe evacuation route. So Carl, you are responsible for checking the defense of Black Dragon City."

"yes!"

"Vivian, please help me check the Dragon Clan's affairs as much as possible. If Cedric V attacks, he will most likely use the Dragon Clan's power."

"Okay. But, I have to remind you that our problem now is not the dragon clan, but the agreement between you and the Holy Spirit. If that agreement does not take effect and the power of the Demon Lord is there, we are not afraid of the dragon clan at all. If that effect, we face the siege of heaven and lose the power of the Demon Lord, then even if the power of the Dragon clan is not involved, we will..."

"I understand." Gray nodded.

"But I don't understand very well," said Vivian. "If you knew what Cedric V wanted from the beginning and you knew you wouldn't give it, why do you still come?"

Gray stood quietly, silent for a while, before whispering: "Because I can no longer escape, I came for a result, no matter whether the result is good or bad."

This is a very tangled decision.

Gray firmly believes in the belief in his heart, but the belief in this world is distorted. Once the identity is exposed, it will be the end of the Lich Paladin. It may be fine if Gray wants to survive, but the story of the Lich Paladin will end, and everything he did before will turn into ashes.

"Should we be distorted in order to agree with other people's beliefs and one's own beliefs, or should we stick to our faith and accept destruction?"

As usual, Gray went to the church to worship on Sundays, looking at the statues of gods and asked his own questions. However, there was no answer. It was quiet, as if the Holy Spirit had never existed at all.

He even wanted to get a little bit of enlightenment from the Demon Lord.

The Demon Lord responded to him: "I will not make any suggestions to you. This is the agreement between us. Do what you want, and I will always support you until I think I should not support you. If you are truly a saint, you should have your own answer in your heart."

“Is there any?”

"Isn't there? If not, why did you show up in Heilong City? Why didn't you ask me for my opinion before departure, but after arriving or even an interview?"

Gray didn't answer.

All the sounds around seemed to be silent, just like the cold weather in the north.

In Black Dragon City, Gray's life became like a simpler Holy See monk. He only did three things a day.

Go to the small chapel next to the manor to pray. The pastors of the church were surprised why the dignified chapel would fall in love with this small chapel instead of going to the cathedral where Bishop Gustav was stationed.

He recited the Bible repeatedly in the manor. Although over the years, he had already memorized the Bible and held a book, it was just a ceremony.

Leave the manor and go to the nearby slums to comfort the ragged and unfilled civilians. Pray for them, do something within their power, or give them some money.

In fact, Gray was not rich. Although he had already had a high position and had always had a high position and had never pursued money for so many years. Even the taxes on his territory were cut to low enough. After paying the living expenses of Shelley and Ritchie, as well as the maintenance expenses of Salt Fish Harbor Castle, there was little left. Fortunately, his military expenditure was particularly low, otherwise he would have gone bankrupt.

The more than 100 gold coins on his body were given to him last year by Camilla.

"Gray, have you ever thought that when your identity is revealed, these people will be your enemies?" asked the Black Cat.

Looking at the commoners who were happily holding the flour sent by Gray, Gray was silent. After a long time, he whispered: "I believe in justice and sacredness. This is my own business and has nothing to do with them. I am just doing what I think is right. As for how they are going to treat me, that is their problem."

Life passed day by day, and Gustav soldiers guarding the manor changed one after another. Gray's simple life was as simple as if he had lived here, as peaceful as if he had forgotten that there was still a huge crisis waiting for him.

However, during this period, the public opinion of Black Dragon City that was originally one-sided to Gray began to undergo qualitative changes.

"Oh my God, such a good Paladin, will anyone actually suspect that he is a lich? Have you ever seen such a lich? Go to churches to pray every week and give flour to civilians whenever you have time? Yesterday I saw him send someone to build an orphanage."

"Maybe he's just covering up, trying to confuse us?"

"I admit it even if he is confused. Listen, you are not allowed to say bad things about him in front of me in the future, otherwise I will turn against you!"

"Unless the Paladin took off his helmet in front of me, I would not believe anything you said!"

"If such a paladin is a lich, please give me a fight of lich! The more the better!"

"Really?" Simon, the lich who was wearing a mask and wrapped himself tightly in various fabrics poked his head out from the side.

"Who is this? Why is it dressed like this?" All eyes gathered at Simon.

"Uh..." Simon scratched his head and said, "I'm just a curious human being. I just wanted to ask, it doesn't matter if you just said that Paladin Gray was a lich, is he serious?"

"Of course it's true. Even if he is a lich, I will support him!" The fat man who had just spoken said confidently.

"Yes! We support him!" Others also echoed: "He did not do anything bad, why should we oppose him?"
To be continued...