Shortly after Ye Zhongming and others left the Holy City, the city had been blew for a long time without a trumpet of war.

The Royal Guard, the First Royal Team, the two most powerful teams in the Holy City, plus the three slave troops, were neatly arranged in the square under the palace.

Many people from the Holy City rushed to see what happened.

However, these teams left the city directly and stopped those good people in the holy city.

Bachelet followed the team tremblingly, not understanding in his heart why the army had to take him with him as well?

My deal with those Chinese people yesterday was not revealed, why did I take care of myself?

The man who holds blue equipment and powerful people in his hand did not give Bachelet the confidence or courage at all. He is still very brave and has too many things to fear.

However, after all, he was still a six-star evolutionist, and he was not afraid of His Majesty the King because the old man treated him very well and even gave him some professional scroll skills to sell.

So the South American hesitated for a long time and went to find His Majesty the King. He didn't want to know why he took him, but just wanted to know if he could go back.

The guards naturally wanted to stop him, but not everyone could see His Majesty at will, but after the notice, His Majesty decided to meet Bachelet.

The South Beauty bent over and looked like a bowing look, entering His Majesty's unique gorgeous beast car.

The red lion, like a hill as the captain said, was pulling the beast cart.

"Hello, your dear Majesty, may God protect you forever."

Bachelet knelt before the king, extremely pious.

Yes, kneel.

The six-star evolver actually knelt in front of the old king.

The king sat on the throne in the huge beast car, looking at Bachelet kneeling in front of him with a kind face.

There were not only these two people in the beast carriage, but more than a dozen people. In addition to the king, there were also the captain of the guard who bullied Bachelet yesterday, the leaders of several teams, the king's favorite young son, etc.

These people all looked at this South Beauty with a smile.

Bachelet just looked up and then quickly got his head down again, and for some reason, an ominous premonition arose in his heart.

"Bachelet, what's the matter with me?" King Ahmed asked in a friendly tone.

When I saw this man kneeling, King Ahmed felt extremely satisfied. This awe-inspiring feeling was so good.

Most people hate this end of time and yearn for the old world, but Ahmed is different. He thanks and praises this end of time.

Because it was the arrival of the end of the world that he, a dying old man, had a second spring.

The shriveled and old body became younger, the faint old eyes became clear, the semi-deaf hearing was restored, and even he had the ability to conquer women in bed again.

That was a taste he hadn't tasted in years or years.

After that, he evolved all the way to the current seven-star level, which not only allowed him to continue his life, but also mastered even greater all-out power.

As for how many people's bones and lives his evolutionary level represents, Ahmed didn't care.

He is now one of the two kings in West Asia.

Among the power he possesses, what fascinates him the most is to control the life and death of others.

And now, he has to do something like this.

"Your Majesty, I, I, is not a warrior. I would like to agree to me to return to the Holy City and continue my scroll making."

Although Bachelet felt bad just now, he thought that his profession was useful to His Majesty. Even if His Majesty himself couldn't use it, he could create value for him. He felt relieved and even began to prepare how to thank His Majesty after getting approval.

However, the answer he hoped for had not arrived for a long time, and later, he heard a sentence that made him lose his soul.

"Bachelet, do you know that the arrival of roulette has placed the luck of everyone in this world at a very high position. Many people are not very talented, not very brave, and not very hardworking, but they have obtained things that are more talented than those who are more brave than him than him than him than him than him, and I think it is unfair."

Ahmed looked down at the South American who was kneeling on the ground and did not rise up, like a god!

"And you, that's the person."

Bachelet was shocked and suddenly raised his head and looked at His Majesty. He didn't know what he said about this, and the sense of crisis in his heart became stronger and stronger.

"In the past, although we all knew you were cowardly and timid, there was no way, because we needed your ability, but now, your ability will not become your exclusive."

"Your Majesty, what do you mean?"

"My father means, your ability, he wants to deprive it, and then hand it over to the person who is truly qualified to own it!"

Aside King Ahmed, a young man who seemed to have just grown up stood up. There were powerful fluctuations on his body, which was very pure. If Ye Zhongming was here, he would know that this was a unique situation for an evolutionary person who had only taken evolutionary potions but had no professional skills.

"What?!"

Bachelet stood up, strangely, at this time, his trembling body calmed down.

"Someone presented a...the soul lifting scroll to my father, which can perfectly strip out a profession that a person has. It is true perfection, retaining the profession's level proficiency formula, etc. Now you should understand?"

The young man smiled because he was the 'qualified person', the king's favorite young son, he did not want to go out to take risks, and his father did not want him to go. For this reason, Ahmed deliberately asked someone to "promote" a soul-lifting scroll so that he could stay in the palace and enjoy his safe and pleasant life.

Bachelet fell into an ice cellar. He suddenly understood a lot of things and had never been sober.

Then, his whole body began to tremble again, but this time, he did it on purpose.

Then, amid the laughter and disdain of these people, he almost put on blue armor, trousers and shoes, and summoned the human puppet.

Also, he looked at himself, wondering how many auxiliary scrolls he used!

Bachelet, who had never had a formal battle, tried his best.

At this time, if you don’t fight hard, you will be dead.

Unfortunately... he failed.

His level is not low, and he secretly "takes" various attributes to improve the scroll. His physical attributes are all in the "degree"!

He even learned some skills.

However, he was too inexperienced after all, and he didn't know how to combine his abilities. If he used these abilities, he only persisted for more than ten seconds and the human puppet was killed and he was pressed to the ground tightly.

"You really surprised me, Bachelet, was this equipment made by that Chinese? "Ahmed walked off the throne and came to the South American who was still trying to struggle. He touched the brand new blue armor, with no hidden greed in his eyes.

"I like you and I also like the Chinese people wearing hundreds of good equipment brought by Hamandan, but you should die."

After saying that, a black scroll appeared in his hand, which was printed into Bachelet's body in the last scream.

A moment later, the South American turned into a mummy, and on his body was a...a professional scroll of the writer.

"When the day's cooling time has passed, my dear son, this thing belongs to you."
Chapter completed!