"Nowadays, the goal of the second battle is actually very clear, which is 'Arrogance'... Do you remember? Its most troublesome ability is that it can control the living zombies in groups. However, now the living zombies in southern England Almost all of them have been concentrated in London, and are directly led by high-level tribesmen who have opened up their self-awareness. In addition, with me sitting here to resist its influence on the level of soul rules, it will definitely not have any adverse impact on our plan. … Oh, this meat sauce is also good, it has a really long aftertaste, and this—"
"Master, I'm a little off topic."
The Lord of the Living Corpses was talking while eating, and occasionally stopped talking, but his mouth never rested for a moment, and he tasted almost everything on the table that was edible.
In this regard, the two female zombies who always put their master at the center of everything will naturally not have any objections. They often don't say a word at such times and let their master make the decision in everything. There is only that sloppy male zombie who seems to have a lot of personality. Although he usually talks very little, he is one of the few living zombies among his tribe that can remind and dare to remind his master.
"Oh, really?" The Lord of the Living Corpses paused for a moment, then smiled softly and said, "I'm sorry everyone, it's just that this table of food is so delicious that I accidentally got distracted... Where did I just say it? Coming?"
"Speaking of it, the master will sit in the center and resist the 'soul control' ability of 'Arrogance' on our clan."
It was only then that the Gemini girl, who had been listening carefully, finally spoke up and proactively gave a simple and concise answer to his non-question.
"Yes, yes," he nodded slightly before continuing, "So, this second battle will be much easier for all the wizard friends here - oh, I mean, compared to the previous battle." Fury's first battle will definitely be a lot easier. What's more... Miss Granger, you should still remember that Pride has even been injured twice by my hands!"
"Yeah." Hermione nodded subconsciously.
"Yes," he then turned to look at Delphi on the other side of the long table, "So, what is worth discussing is actually the third battle after that, which is the third evil we will face... Hey, speaking of which, where are the two kids we just met before?"
"'Children'? Do you mean Enns and Alexander?" Hermione was stunned for a moment, then shook her head and said, "I'm sorry, they... are too young to participate in any plan this time - I was planning to find someone There is a chance to send them back to France. Well, it should be within these two days."
"Oh, that's really... a bit of a pity." The Lord of the Living Corpses shook the fork with a piece of sausage in his hand, and said with some regret, "Maybe from my position, I shouldn't talk too much, but at least I think , no matter which one of those two children, the potential is no less than anyone here... Ah, this... Miss Sarah Hohenheim? Except for Miss Hohenheim - her power is obviously completely different from everyone else , it’s not easy to compare.”
Sarah, who was sitting a little further away, didn't say anything after hearing this. She just shrugged indifferently. After all, at least her situation was clear to others, and there was no need to explain more to the living corpse.
"All in all, if those two children can be tempered a little more, they may be able to shine in a way that none of us expected in the near future... Of course, I just say this, and you can just listen to it as a casual chat at the dinner table. I just hope it can bring you some small reference."
After the Lord of the Living Corpses said this, he put the piece of grilled sausage on the fork into his mouth, then put down the fork and chewed it with relish.
After a moment of silence, he seemed to remember something again, raised his non-existent eyebrows and spoke again:
"Look at my memory... The reason why I mentioned those two children just now is actually just to say that our third goal after defeating 'Pride'... may be 'Lust'. It seemed to have always been They were all drifting alone on the sea, but recently...the two children must have encountered it when they were crossing the strait, right?"
"'Lust'? Have Enns, Alexander and 'Lust' met before?" Hermione couldn't help but frown when she heard this, and couldn't help turning her head and looking at each other a few times, "They did meet them when they came. Some trouble, but..."
"Both of them must not know, and Harry who went to pick up Enns was still unconscious at the time." Ron shrugged towards Hermione, "Of course, our attention has been almost entirely on the relationship with 'Angry' in the past two days. During that battle, I didn’t remember to ask them both carefully—this is our problem.”
"Indeed," Hermione said slowly, still frowning, "I'll go talk to them tomorrow - if they encounter a demon, they really need to reconsider sending them back. ”
"At least it's best not to leave on the other side of the strait," the Lord of the Living Corpses spread his hands, "but I don't think it's necessary to ask those two kids about it! I know something about 'lust' —At least he definitely knows more than the two kids."
As he said this, he suddenly paused, as if he sensed something was wrong. After a few seconds of hesitation, he picked up the goblet and took a sip of juice, then put down the glass and waved his hand:
"Sorry, sorry, I seem to have said a bit too much... Now that Mr. Potter is still asleep, these things can be put aside for the time being. What's more, these things can be arranged at another time for discussion, and there is no need to put them aside This is a rare banquet... You go on, relax and chat casually! I have tasted the delicious food, so I will no longer bother you."
After saying this, he stood up neatly, and in a blink of an eye he left the hall door in a hurry, leaving only a table of people and three living corpses stunned.
Seeing this, Ron, who had been watching casually today, continued to reach out and pick up a piece of frosted apple pie that had just been praised by the Lord of the Living Corpses, and took a big bite.
"Hmm... Huh? Huh?" He chewed carefully, swallowed it in one gulp after a moment, smacked his mouth and muttered in confusion, "It seems... it's not as delicious as he said?"
"What?"
Hermione, who was still recalling the previous conversation, obviously didn't hear clearly, so she subconsciously turned her head and asked, but saw Ron immediately shaking his head.
"No! It's nothing... Hermione, you made this, right? It's so delicious! Really! It's great!"