Chapter 42

Orianna looked at rolle, who was intimate with her daughter, and looked at the housekeeper who barely got up. She also saw the consternation and shock on his face.

She imagined Rolle's strength and guessed that he might be strong, but unexpectedly, she not only underestimated his strength, but also overestimated her imagination.

The power shown by rolle can no longer be explained by the existing transcendental theory.

Obviously, there is no fluctuation of power, not even perception. What's more, people who have not specifically studied transcendental theory will have this kind of sword skill far beyond common sense?

It's so fast that you can't see the action. It moves almost instantaneously. It's incredible power. It can break the magical function of space cracks

Is this really what simple fencing can do?

What's more frightening is that with her Saint level insight and professor level knowledge, she can't tell how strong Rolle's swordsmanship is and can't really feel his strength.

Orianna looked down at the ground again. After a big war, the originally flat and clean streets became potholes and cracks everywhere.

But none of these traces was caused by rolle.

This means that his control over his power has reached a level that ordinary people can't understand.

According to the existing transcendental theory, the stronger the force used and the stronger the attack launched, the more difficult it will be to control. Therefore, as a saint, she can't fully open her fire in the city, otherwise she won't be so embarrassed.

But rolle seems completely unaffected by this objective law

Orianna wanted to taste the shocks that rolle brought to her for a while, but her mind suddenly got stuck and a strange idea came out of her mind:

Hum! What's the use of being powerful? A pity pig hoof that doesn't understand at all

After the idea came out, she couldn't help but show a helpless wry smile on her face and quickly said to the housekeeper:

"If I have any gaffes later, be sure to bear more..."

After that, she sat on the road as a duck, looked in a trance, her fire red eyes began to become watery, and her tears were ready to go in her eyes, as if she had been wronged.

But the skirt on the leg was well covered and didn't go any light.

Rolle coaxed his daughter, went back to the housekeeper, helped him to stand up, and finally went to oreana. Did he see her lowering her head and wiping her tears?

It can't be true? You're beaten and crying?

"Are you okay?"

Rolle asked.

Orianna raised her head slightly, her eyes were red, sobbed, and gave a delicate cry:

"Hum ~"

Hello? Hello? At least it looks like a teacher!

Lol said something in his heart and asked again:

"Can you still stand up?"

Olliana shook her head vigorously, stretched out her hands to him, with tears hanging from the corners of her eyes, and said Jiao didi:

"Woo ~ I'm hurt, so painful, I don't have strength..."

Rolle is speechless. What's the matter with this guy? Wasn't it normal before? How can you be different at once?

When the housekeeper saw this scene, he couldn't help feeling. It seems that the price of the saint of inflammation is really as legendary

According to the data collected by Anya's father, the artificial artifact held by Orianna, that is, the magical and strange weapon, will make her extremely casual for a certain time after use, which is also the reason why it is rumored that she is very casual.

This price doesn't sound very serious, but in fact, I'm afraid it's not as simple as casual. Look at the appearance of Orianna, where is there any saint? It's like a spoiled little girl.

I'm afraid the price is to lose the will to fight and become delicate and weak within a certain period of time. If there are enemies attacking at this time, I'm afraid she will only cry, scream and squat with her head in her arms?

Sure enough, the performance of the pseudo holy thing, which is between the holy thing and the quasi holy thing, is not much better than the quasi holy thing, but it has to bear a troublesome price, and the cost performance is really low.

Rolle looked carefully at olliana, who suddenly became soft and cute. He found that she should be no big deal, so he ignored her and turned to check the passers-by who fainted around.

Seeing that he didn't pay much attention to herself, Orianna muttered in a low voice with a wronged face:

"Don't you see I'm hurt too? It was so painful just now!"

"Hum! Men are really heartless pig hooves!"

It seems that this price may also have some symptoms of Princess disease

Rolle checked the situation of the passers-by around him. It was ok, but he fell into a deep coma. It seems that the rice cake man didn't waste his strength on these non threatening passers-by, but it is a little similar to his idea.

But he suddenly thought of something. He hurried back to his daughter and took out the pamphlet from his left hand.

He turned to the page where the healing was recorded, looked at the prayer written on it, and said in a deep voice:

"Don't be afraid when you encounter difficulties, face it with a smile!"

As soon as the voice fell, the page turned into a little magic light and fell on Kerry.

Cori's injury was on her shoulder. It wasn't serious. It was just a skin injury, but he was very distressed and worried that she would leave scars in the future, so her daughter couldn't wear a beautiful off shoulder skirt in the future.

So he did not hesitate to use the magic once in three days on his daughter.

"Eh? Dad, what is this?"

Kelly blinked and asked strangely.

"A little magic."

Lol replied, looked at Anya, who was still unconscious, thought about it, turned the pamphlet to the calming technique of stabilizing the spirit, and continued to say prayers:

"The best way to eliminate fear is to face it!"

The light of another divine skill lit up and fell on Anya.

Her originally tight frown was slightly relaxed, her long eyelashes trembled slightly, and her face was much relieved.

Not far away, olivana, sitting on the ground, looked at the scene and couldn't help muttering:

"What about me? What about me?"

Rolle didn't hear her voice, and even if he did, he couldn't help it, so he continued to help others.

Olanna's cheeks swelled with anger, grabbed her skirt with both hands, and said wrongfully:

"Obviously, it's the most serious injury..."

She was really badly injured before, and her limbs were almost cut off. However, the constitution of the saint made her instinctively shield the pain at the moment of injury, complete the hemostasis, and link the broken muscles with psychic power to start rapid self-healing.

So it looks like it's just a slight injury.