As vice president of the Sussex Magicians Association, Quinsa Chandos Greenwell was not from Berhanna and Saxophone United Kingdom, but from the imperial capital of the Samarian Empire.

After careful calculation, Quinza Chandos Greenwell is even the uncle of the current Duke of Montenegro. Although he is not the uncle-nephew relationship of his relatives, this relationship was at least a long time ago. After Quinza advanced to the Sixth Ring Necromantics Wizard, the Duke of Montenegro admitted in public that this close relationship originated from blood.

Therefore, when Quinza violated the taboo of the necromancer because of his opponent's plan in the imperial capital, he would be demoted and sent to Sussex to be the vice president of the Magicians Association, rather than being deprived of all the magician privileges like other unlucky people who violated the taboo.

Before arriving in Sussex, Quinza was quite grateful for the noble bloodline in his blood vessels. If it weren't for the bloodline of the Montenegro Duke family, the most powerful imperial capital of the Samarian Empire, how could he enjoy a good life like Sussex?

However, after staying in Sussex for a year, Quinza suddenly realized that he was still plotting by his opponent, because Sussex, who seemed to be incredibly superior, had a president of the Magician Association who made him want to let him die the next moment.

That's right, the president of the Magician Association, which Quinza hated so much, was Richard Samoyev.

In Quinsa's eyes, Richard Samoyev was an extremely cunning old bastard. Without the nod of the old bastard, he, the vice president of the Dignitary Magicians Association, who has noble blood from the imperial capital, would not even be able to obtain any spell casting material in Sussex.

In this Sussex, those stupid and vulgar country nobles threw themselves into their glory and face as nobles, and none of them dared to confront Richard Samoyev.

Someone actually told Quinsa that as long as it was the secret that Richard Samoyev wanted to know, even if the secret was hidden, he would eventually know it.

If these secrets that Richard Samoyev wanted to know were ultimately considered unfavorable to him by Richard Samoyev, then all those who created these secrets would die in the end, regardless of their noble status or lowliness.

When he first heard about this, Quinsa was very excited. He felt that he had found a god-given opportunity to defeat Richard Samoyev.

But the ruthless fact quickly extinguished Quinza's excitement. His secret investigation was unable to continue at the beginning. The person who secretly told him the above secret also died on the mistress's belly on the third day after the secret investigation officially began.

As a nobleman, it is actually very common to die on the belly of a mistress. Basically, it is true that such things happen every one or two years.

But this ratio is calculated at least based on the scope of a certain principality!

The total population of Sussex is less than 80,000, and the aristocrats who can be put on the table are only 30. In addition, the heirs they are working hard to train and the old old guys, they can't even make up a hundred.

There are only such a small number of country nobles. Since Richard Samoyev became the president of the Magician Association of the City, he has almost exceeded twenty nobles who died on the belly of his mistress in his early ten years!

So anyone with a little brain can see that these unreputable idiots and nobles are very strange to die. Even Quinza, an outsider, can easily draw such a conclusion.

But, what if you can draw such a conclusion?

The stupid country nobles in Sussex had long been trained by Richard Samoyev to become obedient dogs. Everyone said that the guy who leaked the secret to Quinsa was a normal death of 100%.

Quinsa was not stupid. He knew very well that the death of the guy who leaked his secret was the warning given to him by the old bastard Richard Samoyev.

If he continues to do things that are not good for the other party, Quinza has no doubt that he may die on the woman's belly if he doesn't know one day.

Quinsa was not interested in this way of death that was extremely unfair, and he knew very well that he could not go to other places in a short period of time. After attending the funeral of the unlucky guy, he completely stopped and expressed his obedience to the old bastard Richard Samoyev. He swears that he will never do anything that harms the other party.

Although Quinza actually cursed Richard Samoyev in his heart and hurriedly died, the oath made in the name of the decayed Lord seemed to have successfully made the old bastard Richard Samoyev put away his minions and no longer do things that made him Sussex almost unable to survive.

In this way, Quinsa stayed in Sussex with her tail between her legs and like a grandson for five years.

In the past five years, he has indeed done nothing that is unfavorable to Richard Samoyev. No matter what he does, he only follows Richard Samoyev's horse leader.

Perhaps because attitude determines everything, that old bastard Richard Samoyev did not take the benefits he obtained from Sussex alone, but took the initiative to give Quinza some money.

With some material support sent by the Duke of Montenegro from time to time, Quinza can finally quietly enrich her wings in the name of recruiting followers of the wizard.

After a few years, I have achieved some success. This mage follower with about 100 people can be used as a small knight group if pulled out.

However, Quinza could not be sure of one thing. He did not know if there were any spies assigned by Richard Samoyev among the followers he recruited.

So sometimes, Quinza regrets why he chose the faction of the undead witchcraft faction, rather than the corpse herder who never has to worry about having other secret spies among his followers.

Therefore, although he cursed Richard Samoyev in his heart, Quinsa, who had the followers of the mage of a 100-man team, still did not dare to make rashes in front of Richard Samoyev. He still maintained enough "respect" and "loyalty" to this old bastard who was always immortal.

It is precisely for this reason that after accidentally obtaining the ancient ruins buried deep underground in the festering crypt in Sumenasas half a month ago, Richard Samoyev reported this matter to Richard Samoyev without much trouble for too long.

Richard Samoyev's reaction was slightly beyond Quinza's expectations, because the old bastard did not immediately rush to the festering crypt of Sumenathas, but only appointed five magicians to tempt high employment prices. He hired an ordinary mercenary group called the Double-Headed Black Hawk Mercenary Group to form an expedition team.

Quinsa wanted to tell the old bastard Richard Samoyev that the only function that the expedition team of this level could run to the undead land was to give fresh flesh and blood to the undead in the festering crypt of Sumenathas.

But after turning his eyes a few times, Quinsa said nothing.

Soon, the mob of the expedition group ended up almost wiped out in the festering crypt of Sumenathas.

Then, the thing Quinsa was finally waiting for him, and the old bastard Richard Samoyev sent someone to tell him to organize a second wave of expedition.

Ha, this old bastard. Do you think that my five years of dormancy and compromise are really surrendered to his tyranny. I am willing to leave his lackey?!

Too naive!

Richard Samoyev, you old bastard, are so naive! How could I, who is flowing noble blood in my blood vessels, truly surrender to a vicious old thing like you?!

Ha, under this Sumenathas festering crypt, is a Bronze Age ancient ruin hidden!

Go and don't let me discover good things from ancient ruins that can kill you!

Quinsa desperately suppressed the joy in his heart, fearing that the old bastard Richard Samoyev would suddenly repent Quinsa, gathering his followers of the mage in the shortest time, and then equip everyone, including him, with a double horse and ran out of Sussex.

In just seven days, Quinsa commanded his hundreds of followers and arrived near the festering crypt of Sumenasas, which gave him a chance to turn the tables.

Quinza was cautious enough. After joining the last remnants of the previous wave of expeditions and having a detailed understanding of the giant festering crypt from these people, Quinza did not bet on the first time.

Quinsa, who had stayed in the safe area, first released several sentries into the range of the festering crypt of Sumenasas, and went to the on-site investigation of the information to confirm.

Quinza's request for sentries is to make sure to investigate all doubts in serious matters.

Quinza's wish was good, but he ignored the pathfinder sentries he assigned. Although they all responded loudly to his orders after being called, these sentries, like everyone else, were extremely tired from the road.

And what's more serious is that the leader of these pathfinder sentries, Quinza, who had long suspected but never knew who it was,

So, the leader of the sentry with a rebellious backbone reached below zero, riding a few tired sentries with severely fat horses, and finally just circled around the perimeter of the festering crypt of Sumenasas, and then stopped to rest after a quick check.

After a while of laziness, the safe sentries around the Sumenasas Ferocious Crypt in the Bureau returned to the temporary camp and reported to their masters in conjunction with the letter that there was no problem around the Sumenasas Ferocious Crypt, and there were no traces of third-party forces appearing.

No other third-party forces exist?!

OK, great!

This reply was wonderful and wonderful news for Quinza. If it weren't for the fact that his followers were extremely tired from the continuous journey, he would even ask everyone to unite under his banner and rush into the giant festering crypt with ancient Bronze Age ruins.

"Tell everyone that we will rest for half a day. It is best for everyone to adjust their condition to the best in this half day, because after this half day passes, I will lead you into the festering crypt full of treasures!"

After hesitating for a while, Quinza finally compromised with reality. As expected, he wanted to be the author of the corpse herder more and more.

Quinza didn't know that in fact, in the weeds that were not far from him, he was squatting at the moment a person who could not see at all, silently observing his every move of Quinza.
Chapter completed!