It had been several days since the fire that night, but the people of Lemia were still scared. Almost every family closed their doors, and the streets became much more depressed.

The sailors who used to boast about being obscenely in front of prostitutes (Blessed by Chaos) women are now anxiously drinking the inferior wine on the dock. The squeezed cargo and the cargo ship that has been unable to go to sea have caused the owners to suffer from anxiety with them.

They looked at the deserted streets, which were supposed to be full of debates over the prices of melons and wheat, but now they are gone. When will the goods be cleared out and they will go to sea?

However, all this is understandable.

Although the defense in the city has been slightly relaxed compared to the previous period, the Lemians are still unwilling to encounter unexpected events before the limelight has passed. I heard that the disaster in that slum this time was brought by a silk merchant.

Then there appeared monsters that looked like magnified lizards in the city, and these monsters were mixed with the city defense force.

In addition, the fact that the entire urban area was leveled was enough shock to the Lemiya who had never seen such a price.

Not to mention the Lemiya people, these sailors dare not go deep into the Lemiya neighborhood.

Inside the palace wall on the other end, Nephreta looked at the backlog of goods on the account book and felt that his hair was about to fall off.

"We can't continue martial law anymore. The tribal merchants outside the city, caravans from the west, and merchant ships on the sea will all be delayed because of these things!"

She complained to Akadiza who was on the desk and said quickly.

"Don't worry, I know martial law must continue."

Usoran, who kept writing reply letters to the leaders of various nobles and business groups, wrote indifferently.

"The Lemia royal family has hoarded a lot of gold over the years. I will buy things from the harbor first? How about it?"

Nevreta's pale skin fell on the silk soft couch, unable to do anything.

"The problem is not the goods, but the trade confidence."

"Even if we buy this batch immediately, those cargo owners will begin to doubt Lemia. How can we restore trade confidence while maintaining martial law?"

"If I wanted to buy it, I should have bought it that night, it's too late now."

Thinking of this, she began to blame herself for her carelessness. They were all eager to deal with the great crisis of Lemia. The corruption of chaos did not give them time to think about other consequences.

Usoran stopped his pen, and the shadow behind him showed a pair of red eyes, which were full of temptation for mortals.

He pointed to the eyes of the true body in the shadow and said.

"I'll be going to have a cocktail party tonight so they can come back at least once, and before that we can definitely solve this damn corruption problem, right?"

As he said that, Usoran turned his eyes to Akadiza, and the prince was struggling to read a slate left by the lizardman.

"It will definitely be solved before that, the problem is not here, in the new legion of Nehekara."

"There are lizard men who help us train mortal army, at least they can resist erosion to a limit, rather than useless, but their tactical ideas do not match our army."

The dark-skinned prince sighed.

"It would be great if Jaliba was there."

"Are you missing that old wolf?"

An old guy who always wrapped himself in black brie and wrinkles appeared in Nephreta's mind. He was the teacher decades ago when the prince was only twenty years old.

When she thought of that old guy, she felt a little dissatisfied.

"Ancart can do those things too, if he improves his abilities."

As he said that, Usoran laughed.

"He is hundreds of years old and is not as good as Jaliba who is decades old. I don't think he has room for improvement."

The cat-like vertical pupils just rolled their eyes.

"Maybe you're right."

At this time, Akadiza shook the Lizardman training plan translated in her hand and put forward opinions.

"If it weren't for the divine power that could not be replenished, we could use ready-made commanders."

"The Ushabits were all champions and warriors of that year. There must be those with superb command capabilities and can command operations."

"The commanders of these lizard men are thousands of years old, and their rich war experience ensures that they will never be defeated in a hundred battles."

Usoran curled his lips.

"Lemia has not been a strong point in combat since ancient times, and the Ushabit of the Horn Viper Legion is not much stronger."

"It's better to say that the Blood Red Jackal Legion in your hometown Astria has a little more hope."

This made Akadiza look up at him. This Lemiya man... ghost, there is no room for him to get rid of Lemiya.

But Usoran's words are obviously not over yet.

"If we awaken the dead, it is better than us awaken the predecessors who have passed the ritual before. If we don't have to consider the overall public opinion influence of Nehekara."

"For example, your teacher, that old wolf, Jaliba, can definitely be the commander of the army."

"But he will definitely scold me for disturbing his purity. If he retains his consciousness, he might give me a knife first when he comes to life. But if he seals his consciousness, there is no point in using necromancers."

Indeed, Akadiza shook her head and denied this idea. Not to mention Jaliba's personal wishes, even as a student, he couldn't stand using necromancer to turn the teacher into a high-level zombie.

Just as they continued to bury their heads, a little girl in a maid's costume ran over in panic and handed Nevreta a piece of silk cloth made of silk.

After a rough look, Nevreta looked at her cousin.

"Let's not talk about those, my bloodborne, are ready."

Upon hearing this, Usoran glanced at the maid who was serving Nephreta, who was less than ten years old, and showed suspicion.

Nevreta exuded his fangs and sighed like a cat, saying.

"It's not them. But I have to remind you that this group of blood descendants has problems, and it is only used to strengthen combat power for the time being."

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! The blood descendants of the past were all orphans she raised in the temple since she was a child. In addition to her beauty and service skills, all abilities including combat, diplomacy, and etiquette have been fully cultivated.

Most importantly, their hearts and thoughts belong to Nephreta.

This group of women who were temporarily transformed had only beautiful appearances, but their abilities were much worse, and their loyalty was also questionable.

"I know this is not as good as the maids you taught (Chaos Blessings) but they are only used for patrols, so there should be no problem."

Usoran turned the pen in his hand and didn't care much.

He was confident that even if the patrol loyalty was problematic, charm and physical control could make them either obey spiritually or turn into a pool of meat paste.

White moonlight shone in the city of Lemiya, where there were almost no lights. A large lizard was illuminating with its glowing weapons on its hands, leading several human mage apprentices in silk robes to explore the ground.

"Maybe the corruption in this area has been really eradicated?"

The apprentice of the mage asked quite anxiously.

Such eagerness is natural. According to the height of the moon, it is already at least ten o'clock in the evening.

Since he was urgently summoned by the old monster from Principal Wasoren last night, he has been helping these big lizards cast spells in this old city.

I worked hard all day last night until tonight, and he had almost no time to rest. He only felt that his eyelids could not stop fighting and wanted to finish his errands early and go to bed in the college dormitory to have a nice sleep.

The big lizard's voice was still slow, making him want to beat the lizard with feathers on his head.

But it is good news at least.

"The corruption here is self-destruction and will disappear soon."

After a long halt, the Lizard Man took up another task.

"I didn't feel that the curse was still in effect, even if it was, it was quite weak."

"This city will rejoin the Spirit Vein Giant Net, and the curse can be eradicated."

Then you can go to work and sleep even more with confidence. The apprentice of the mage wiped the sweat that did not exist on his head, and yawned the lizard man and asked to return to school to report.

As a "international student" in other countries, he had really worried before that everything he saw in Lemia these days would happen to his own country.

The result now finally allows him to have a sleep with peace of mind.

The lizard man beside him tilted his head.

The Hot Blood Seed can't hold on for just this time. It's really not reliable. The Lizardman's work is all year round.

But on the other side, under the same white moonlight, a few black robes carried shadows and a woman walked on the path on the mountain as the city wall and secretly left Laimia.

Their clothes were made of thin linen, and white could be seen vaguely in the moonlight.

The group of people touched the darkness and entered the cold sand at night for a while before the team slowly stopped.

"Let's just put it here."

The leading man turned around and said in a hoarse voice.

The woman still couldn't stop crying silently, lowering her head and holding the swaddle in her hand tightly.

It was almost under the tough snatch of the man that the child with fluff was covered with fluff, but his face was covered with horizontal pupils and sheep horns were placed in the sand.

"I…"

The woman couldn't bear to look at the snow-flake talisman on her child's neck.

This was what she asked from the priest of the temple. The great goddess Asafu blessed her child to have a safe birth and her life was safe, but she didn't expect that it would be like this in the end.

Ignoring the sadness of a mother, the man pulled her hand toughly and dragged her towards a tent about two miles outside the city gate.
To be continued...