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The soul-shaking pressure climbed up the trembling and weak bodies of the ministers and spread to their hearts.

The ministers looked at the kneeling subhuman army in front of them with a dull look on their faces, and suddenly realized something.

Quentin was even more anxious, pointing at the subhumans outside the hall and said hurriedly.

"Your Majesty! Look at this team."

"They are all subhumans!"

The remaining ministers did not care about the coldness that swept through their bodies, and communicated with each other:

"Yes... they are subhumans!"

"How can subhumans enter the country? Even form an army!"

The ministers became more and more excited, and their voices became louder and louder, completely ignoring Victor standing behind them.

It seemed that as long as the voices were louder, louder.

It would reach the emperor's ears.

The subhumans have very sensitive hearing, and the voices discussed in the hall were clearly transmitted to their ears.

Lowering their heads, keeping calm, just biting their lips lightly.

The fists on their chests were also slightly clenched.

They were not stupid, and they could clearly feel it at this moment.

When those humans looked at them from a distance, their eyes were full of disdain and contempt.

It seemed that they were just regarded as brutal beasts.

The emperor leaned back slightly, his back leaning tightly on the throne, staring at the noisy nobles, with a flash of displeasure in his eyes.

"Then, what do you think should be done?"

When the nobles heard the emperor asking for their opinions, they thought the emperor had given in.

They were a little happy, and even spoke without thinking on the spur of the moment.

A noble took the opportunity and said hurriedly:

"In my opinion, Count Victor should disband this subhuman team and expel them from the country."

"The empire should not allow these non-human races to enter."

"Ha... then don't let me in."

Kokot yawned, sat on the cloud, pointed at himself, and said lightly.

"I'm not human anyway."

Hearing Kokot's words, the noble suddenly shut his mouth and was frightened speechless.

In the eyes of humans, there is actually no difference between elves and subhumans.

Because they are not human.

However, elves are more noble than subhumans.

After all, subhumans have no human rights and can be bullied as they please.

But elves are different.

He doesn't want to suffer any curse in the second half of his life.

At least now, he doesn't want to be hated by an elf.

Especially a powerful fourth-level elf queen.

Although the ministers did not dare to say anything disrespectful to Kokot, they still smiled and refuted:

"That's wrong, Senator Yade, you are an elf, naturally you can't compare to subhumans."

Kokot blinked and looked at the noble who spoke.

"What do you mean?"

"Elves are not human, right?"

The man froze in place.

Aren't elves said to be kind and friendly?

Doesn't this sentence apply to the Elf Queen?

"No... I... I don't mean that..."

"Then the subhumans are not human?"

"This, I..."

He was completely confused by Kokot's sophistry. He rubbed his hands tightly and kept thinking, but his slow brain couldn't give any meaningful rebuttal.

How should he say this?

If he admitted that the subhumans were not human, wouldn't that directly scold all the elves, including Kokot?

Although the elves are indeed not human!

The ministers opened their mouths, but couldn't say a word.

"Have you finished? Then it's my turn to say it."

At this moment, Victor's cold eyes swept over everyone.

The moment the voice sounded, they couldn't help but freeze in place.

"I remember that your families have also bought a lot of subhuman slaves."

"This is not a secret."

The nobles listened to Victor nakedly revealing this cruel fact in front of the emperor.

I couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat.

According to the laws of the empire, subhumans are prohibited from entering the country, and slave traders are prohibited from capturing subhumans and entering the country illegally.

Although subhumans may appear in the empire on their own, the captors can dispose of the captured subhumans at will.

Even if they are kept as slaves at home.

But...

If many nobles have some subhuman slaves in their homes.

Where do these subhumans come from?

It is impossible that a group of subhumans deliberately enter the country and wait for humans to capture them, right?

As long as the emperor wants to investigate, he can naturally find clues of slave traders from them.

At that time, the situation will be wrong.

Victor looked at him with a mocking expression.The meaning of the words of those noble ministers was very simple.

Even you can use subhuman slaves to work, but you won't allow my Clevenna family to form a subhuman army?

As for the danger of subhumans?

Who dares to mention the danger in front of Victor?

"I understand what you want me to prove, okay."

Victor raised his hand and snapped his fingers in the air. As if receiving an order, all the subhumans stood up.

The cat and dog ears on their heads kept shaking.

They stood in place in unison, looking ready for battle.

Judging from the reaction of this subhuman team, its discipline can even be compared with a regular army of the empire.

And on the seemingly thin bodies of these subhumans, there seems to be a sense of danger and cruelty of hunting.

The noble ministers were completely confused when they saw this neat and uniform team.

Although some of them didn't know much about the army of the empire.

But the team of subhumans in front of them could make them feel it clearly.

What is called professionalism?

At this moment, many people had self-doubt in their hearts.

Are they really subhumans?

Subhumans, can they understand human orders?

No need for whips, no need for food, just a snap of fingers?

Then, Victor slowly walked to Quentin's side.

One hand gently patted on his shoulder.

Feeling the heaviness on his shoulder, Quentin trembled all over.

He could not help but slowly turned his head and looked at Victor with great fear.

"Mr. Quentin, as the director of the Monster Management Bureau, you should know better than me."

"Monsters are also intelligent."

Victor's plain voice sounded in his ears.

This is true. The Monster Management Bureau will capture those rare monsters that can cause riots and properly contain those monsters.

Among those captured monsters, many have some wisdom and will not rely entirely on instinct.

"Then, what makes you think that the subhumans have no wisdom?"

"Because you think they are beasts?"

The cold voice seemed to penetrate into Quentin's bones and entered his ears.

He couldn't stop shaking, his voice was a little weak, and his eyes couldn't help but stare at the subhumans.

The subhumans felt Quentin's gaze, and still stood there solemnly, looking forward, without moving a bit.

This is clearly an elite force that can completely obey orders!

At this moment, the big hand on his shoulder slowly took it down.

Quentin felt that the oppressive feeling that made him feel like he was on the verge of death just now gradually dissipated.

Victor walked in front of him, with his back facing Quentin.

"I hope you can understand one thing, I am their master."

"It's not your turn to point fingers."

The moment the voice fell, a strange color flashed in the eyes of the crow on his shoulder.

The next moment, a pair of huge and dark wings suddenly grew from Victor's back.

Red light circulated between feathers, and black pieces were scattered in the air.

The wings fluttered slightly in the air, as if to drive away all the strangers.

The ministers looked at the pair of wings bursting out of Victor, as if they realized something terrible, and were frightened and shrank back into the hall.

Characteristics of sub-humans? No!

That was clearly something that only magic could do.

Quentin was still trembling, and asked Victor tentatively:

"Count Victor, are you... really a human?"

Victor just turned around and glanced at him with cold eyes.

"I'm not a human."

"Are you?"

The mocking words fell on everyone's head, making them feel their hair stand on end.

In Victor's eyes, they were like primitive beasts who had taken off their clothes.

They felt ashamed.

After a long silence, a hearty and vicissitudes of life laughter came from the throne.

It seemed to dispel the oppressive feeling around.

The noble ministers finally took action. They turned around and saw the emperor slapping the chair and laughing loudly.

Aubrey's laughter gradually stopped. He smiled and said to the princess:

"Isn't this ready a long time ago?"

"Aurelian, don't worry and follow your teacher."

As soon as these words came out, the minds of all the ministers present seemed to have ignited a bomb, and with a "bang", they became blank.

There seemed to be a slight tremor in the ears.

The emperor agreed.

Sitting on the chair, Aurelian was looking at Victor's back, his eyesA little star flashed in my heart.

I just felt great admiration.

Emperor Aubrey looked down at the princess sitting below with a doting look, and said with a smile:

"Go ahead, Aurelian."

"Don't let me down."

...

The wild snow and wind danced in the sky, and the howling cold wind kept cutting the visitors' skin.

There seemed to be no color of life on the boundless snowfield.

A group of guards and knights stepped on the deep snow, dragging their feet, and moved forward with difficulty.

Under the white snow, a very heavy smell of blood rose from the earth and diffused in the air.

A voice sounded faintly.

"We are here. This is the place of the decisive battle at that time."

"That is where the demon appeared."

Led by General Vladimir's deputy, Dick, the third in command of the Pale Magic Society, this army from the royal capital was investigating the demon incident here.

The second prince rolled down from the sled, wrapped in a thick fur coat, breathing out cold air, and looked around.

Soon, he narrowed his eyes.

"The breath of the devil."

The second prince could clearly feel that there had indeed been a devil here.

And this bloody smell...

'Is it rage? '

In his ears, a low and sticky voice slowly came.

The second prince had no time to reply to Yem's words, but just looked up and looked forward.

Look at the ice sea.

Some time ago, this snowfield experienced a very terrible war.

At that time, too many barbarians died, causing the blood color of the ice sea here to have not completely dissipated.

He was a little curious about who brought the rage of Jace here.

After thinking about it, he could only think of one answer.

"Victor..."

The second prince whispered the name softly, and then cast his eyes forward.

On the sea, there was a huge ruin covered by heavy snow.

A ruin suddenly appeared on a flat sea, which made him hard to understand.

Could it be that there was some building here before?

Dick explained slowly:

"According to the spies at that time, they did see a complete white temple here. At first they thought it was made by the barbarians."

"But that temple has been destroyed by Count Victor."

The second prince looked at the ruins over there and felt a little surprised.

Is it Victor again?

But what on earth is this.

Suddenly, it seemed like an angry beast stopped roaring.

The wind and snow around gradually subsided, as if it was isolated from a space.

The sky above was gradually covered by dark clouds, gloomy.

But this abnormal weather seemed a little strange.

It was obviously cloudy, but...

Where is the wind? Why is there no wind?

The second prince seemed to sense something and suddenly looked up.

A pair of eyes, like crossing the clouds of shadows.

Towards him.

Or rather.

Towards the ruins of the temple.

Staring at it closely.