White Stone Fort is deep in the Whispering Forest. The Whispering Forest belongs to the Kingdom of Glenmai and is located in the southwest corner of the Kingdom. Go out from White Stone Fort and walk east for 2 days, you can see the town of Glenmai Kingdom.

Nominally, White Rock Fort is within the Kingdom of Glenmay, and Phumia is the people of the Kingdom.

Of course, it's just nominal.

Now, a 'worm' who claimed to be the Glenmay royal family stood in front of Vermia, and he naturally looked at him differently.

The 'bug' continued, "Yes, my name is Alice Charles, the third daughter of the Duke of Turin."

Vermia was stunned for a moment, and he looked at the 'worm' in front of him again. After watching for three minutes, he laughed: "Alice Charles, the most gorgeous rose in Turin in the legend, tsk, interesting, really interesting. However, I have only heard of your reputation, but I have never seen a real person. You must find a way to prove your identity."

As soon as he finished speaking, the suppressed appetite cursed again, and Vermia had to take a big bite of the roasted rabbit meat.

He chewed viciously, cursing in his heart: "Damn curse!"

The 'bug' nodded proudly: "No problem."

She reached into her pocket and took out something glittering silver: "The Mithril pocket watch is covered with the Charles family emblem Immortal. The pocket watch was made by Master Salin, with impeccable details and very precise walk."

Vermia took the pocket watch and looked carefully.

As the bug said, the pocket watch is very finely made, and the cover is indeed printed with a beautiful bird with spreading its wings and reborn in the fire. When you open the cover, you can see a circle of fine rubies embedded around the dial. Under the light, the rubies shine brightly, like burning flames.

After a few glances, Vermia closed her pocket watch with a 'slip': "It's indeed a rare good thing."

"Did you believe it now?" asked the 'bug', his voice a little urgent.

Unexpectedly, Vermia shook her head: "Not enough, the evidence is not enough. Although pocket watches are exquisite, there are so many watchmakers in the world that they can imitate as long as they have money. I still need more proof."

The bug bit her lower lip and took out a dagger from her pocket.

"My family dagger is enchanted with advanced sharp skills. The hilt is printed with the Sun King's avatar. The blade is made of burning iron. It is not only sharp, but also able to break the magic."

Vermia glanced at the dagger and saw that there was indeed a bald fat man's avatar on the hilt.

Although this bald fat man looks so ugly, this image is widely circulated and known to countless people. This is indeed the appearance of the ancestor of the Glenmay Kingdom, the Sun King Spark Charles. As for the advanced sharp art and the material of burning iron, Vermia glanced at it and saw that it was indeed the authentic one.

Such a dagger can be sold at least 50 gold crowns on the market!

"It is indeed a rare good dagger." Vermia nodded, then chewed it with a bite of roasted rabbit meat, and then chewed it hard, making a 'cruff' chewing' sound.

There is not much rabbit meat anymore.

The 'Worm' looked at Vermia expectantly: "Master, do you believe in my identity?"

Vermia focused on chewing rabbit meat, and after nearly three minutes of silence, she finally spoke: "The expensive pocket watch, the dagger engraved with the portrait of the Sun King, is indeed something that ordinary people cannot have. Your identity is definitely not simple. Even if you are not a noble, you must be a wealthy businessman in the kingdom."

The 'Worm' breathed a sigh of relief: "Yes, yes, yes. Then, mage, how many golden kroners do I need to exchange for freedom?"

Vermia ate the last bite of rabbit meat and then made a finger.

"1000 gold crown?" asked the 'bug'.

Vermia shook her head.

"10,000 gold crowns? Will it be too much?" The 'bug' asked again.

Vermia shook her head.

"Master, I don't like guessing riddles, please tell me how to count them." The "Worm"'s face was slightly dark and he was a little unhappy.

Vermia smiled: "No need to do that, 100 gold crowns is enough."

The 'Worm' was overjoyed and his eyes were shining: "100 Jinkron? Oh, mage, thank you for your generosity and kindness, I am grateful."

"Are you happy?" Vermia smiled.

"It is certainly worthy of being able to regain freedom. Of course, thank you for your kindness." The "bug" bowed to Vermia again.

"Tsk tsk, the etiquette is very thorough. Not bad, you have a good tutor."

"Thank you for your praise, mage." The 'Worm's face showed a decent smile.

Suddenly, Vermiya laughed.

"Master?" The bug was a little puzzled.

While laughing, Vermia pointed at the 'worm' and mocked: "Look at your joyful look~ You are too happy, liar~"

"Liar? I can't understand." The 'bug' looked surprised.

Phirmia stopped laughing, and suddenly shot out a fierce light of devouring people in his eyes: "The Charles royal family, everyone has purple-eyed and blonde hair, which is what even the most humble prostitute knows. And you, blue-eyed and brown hair! It is rumored that Alice, the third daughter of the Duke of Turin, has unparalleled beauty, and is known as the most gorgeous rose in Turin. Although you have some beauty, you are far from being beautiful... Do you think I am a stupid country donkey who only knows how to roll in the mud? Can you deceive me by just making some rags?! Well?!"

The 'Worm' was stunned for a moment and hurriedly said, "No, there is a reason for this, please listen to my explanation..."

Vermia ran out of patience and waved her hand repeatedly: "It's so noisy~It's so noisy~Grund, hurry up and shut up this liar!"

Glund took a step forward, raised his arm, which was several times thicker than ordinary people, and swung it around the slender neck of the "Worm". With a "click", the "Worm"'s neck broke, hung crookedly on his shoulders, and his body fell weakly to the ground.

"Master, it shut up forever." Glunder smirked.

"Good job." Vermia praised perfunctorily.

He smelled the breath of blood, and a terrible appetite rushed into his brain. He looked at the corpse of the "worm" and could no longer control his body.

‘Ao~’

Vermia let out a howl like a beast, rushed towards the corpse, grabbed, pulled, tore it with her hands, bite it with her mouth, and swallowed it with her voraciousness.

A terrifying flesh-and-blooded glutton lasted for half an hour before it ended.

The 'worm' was gone, and a pool of blood, a few intestines, and a pile of bones that could not be chewed.

Finally......... Finally......Permiya temporarily repelled the fire of hunger, desire faded, and reason returned. He wiped his face clean, called the ghost servant to change his clothes, and threw a thick thigh bone to Grod, who was drooling beside him. Then, he took out a silver toothpick and leisurely picked up the minced meat between his teeth.

"The Charles royal family...and also called Alice...Haha~ pretending to be bad, but pretending to be a celebrity... But there is a lot of meat. Oh, by the way, two warriors ran away last night."

Vermia said to the one-eyed demon who was gnawing on the bones: "Didn't the two soldiers escape and leave one behind? Go and bring the warrior's body up. I want to see how he escaped my guard."

Although a person is dead, as long as the corpse is present, he can let the corpse speak.

Unexpectedly, after hearing this, Grod stood there and did not move. No, he moved. He lay on the ground with a humble expression, just like the most docile cat in the world.

Vermia was stunned for a moment, and immediately understood. He picked up the broken bones on the table and threw them at Grode without thinking: "You bastard, you ate him, right?!"

"Woo~~~Woo~~~~" Grod let out a whimpering whine.

"A greedy idiot~ I'll let you eat it! I'll let you eat it!"

The anger in Vermia finally had a vent. When he thought, the light and shadow in the air flashed, he used a Cromog whip on Grode.

With just one whip, the strong one-eyed demon let out a shrill scream. He twitched all over, foamed at the mouth, and incontinent at the same time. The air was filled with the smell of feces and urine.

If you whip another whip, it will probably disperse this guy's soul.

"It's really unbeatable." Vermia sighed, and suddenly remembered Roland.

The kid once got 5 whips from him, but not only did he not die, but he also lived to this day. After getting 3 whips yesterday, he could only drink a glass of wine and climb out of his spire. It was really a hard bone.

Thinking of Roland, Vermia thought of Roland's performance yesterday. The more she thought about it, the more she felt something was wrong. Gradually, he stopped picking his teeth.
Chapter completed!