Chapter 88

Not only Jeanne suddenly had the illusion of dying, but the two middle-aged people present, as well as the old man Macmillan, also met the same situation.

Fortunately, this feeling didn't last long. They soon recovered. The two middle-aged men suddenly looked pale and exclaimed:

"Ah, I'm dead!"

"What was that just now? Why did the lantern suddenly appear in front of my eyes?"

Although Jeanne and the old man didn't speak and looked good, their backs soaked in cold sweat still betrayed their inner fear.

What a terrible pressure, it's like a mountain

The old man sighed in his heart, and at the same time, he had a strong curiosity about Rolle's identity.

Such existence, why willing to be a gray skin?

Is he the legendary leader of the grey ghost, the 'grey King'?

It is said that the existence is not the oldest demigod in the Empire. No wonder I can't feel the slightest power fluctuation in him, because the level gap is too big

But why did he come to a remote place like ours?

The old man pondered in his mind and saw his student ask Na to cast an inquiring look at him.

The old man nodded and motioned her to continue talking to each other.

Jeanne rubbed her face, stroked the ends of her hair, and looked at rolle sitting quietly aside.

The man sat quietly with a black-and-white sad and happy mask on his face. He couldn't see the expression on his face. Although his body was not strong, his panic memories made his image like a mountain in Jeanne's eyes.

She had a good impression of rolle, handsome, mature, elegant, generous, with the charm of mature men, strong strength and kind-hearted.

But now, she doesn't dare to look directly at rolle. The man's strength and mystery are too deadly

"I'm sorry, Mr. rolle, just now... Did you... Misunderstand our plan?"

Jeanne hardened her head and asked. Her voice was very light and soft. She had no confidence and fullness before. She was like a frightened kitten.

Instead of answering her, Rolle tapped his left arm with his right hand, making a slight tinkle.

He still hesitated to kill the madmen in front of him.

Because their plan is crazy!

They planned to take advantage of the ancient relics to attack the archaeological teams of several major forces, so as to trigger their conflict, involve the Principality of Maud, and use the hands of other forces to solve the regime that oppressed them and create an opportunity for the independence of the fertile valley.

So rolle wanted to kill, because it was playing with fire.

And may threaten your daughter!

In addition, the plan is too short-sighted and absurd in Rolle's view, although if this operation is successful, it is possible to solve the disgusting principality of Maud

But it is more likely to trigger large-scale conflicts among several major forces, even world wars!

What if there is a level 0 ancient mystery that can make regular holy objects in that relic? Such a move is simply adding fuel to the fire!

The level of uprising and revolution of people in this world is really not good. It is far worse than the earth!

And Jeanne is still trying to explain:

"Mr. rolle, please believe me. We will try our best to control the development of the situation and will not trigger a world war. It is also not good for us. We will try our best to control the situation in the stage of local conflict."

"At the same time, we also promise not to attack the imperial archaeological team..."

Rolle took a deep breath, changed his sword from his left hand, then flashed and disappeared.

When he reappeared, he had come to Jeanne, and the cold blade had been clamped on her elegant neck like a swan.

The people present were stunned at first. After two seconds, they reacted and showed a look of amazement. The two middle-aged people quickly pulled out a firerope gun and pointed at rolle.

Rolle gently patted Jenna's pretty face with the blade and whispered:

"This is my last warning to you, don't play with fire, little girl."

Jean Na shed two lines of clear tears in her eyes, as if she were frightened to cry, sobbing and saying:

"Are you going to kill me and destroy the only hope of the people here?"

Rolle replied impolitely:

"Hope? Don't stick gold on your face. If you, a naive and short-sighted guy, can be called hope, the people here are really desperate."

Then he took back his sword and added:

"For the sake of the children at school, I'll leave, but you'd better get rid of that absurd idea."

Rolle turned away and didn't look at the belt any more.

Two middle-aged men had been pointing guns at him, but they never had the courage to pull the trigger.

After he had gone a long way, Nana was relieved and sat down in her chair, sweating.

After a while, she sat up again and asked the old man in a low voice:

"Sorry, teacher, I screwed up."

The old man shook his head, patted her on the shoulder and comforted:

"In fact, you only screwed up half. He didn't kill you on the spot, which shows that there is still hope..."

"In fact, he is not against our resistance movement, but against your plan, which is normal. Even I think your plan is too crazy, although it may be very effective and it is the quickest way to overthrow the Principality of Maud..."

Jeanne could not help lowering her head and said wrongfully:

"Do you even think so? As Mr. roll said, I am a naive and short-sighted little girl?"

"But I just want our people to get rid of suffering earlier."

The old man handed her a handkerchief and continued:

"You shouldn't ask me this question. I'm just an old scholar who has done research in the tower all his life. I don't know much about other things..."

"The people around us are actually the same. Students, farmers, hunters and farmers don't know how to fight tyranny."

"You should ask Mr. Rawl. He can certainly give wise advice. He is the real wise man."

Jeanne's face could not help showing a surprised look. She didn't know how the old man came to this conclusion.

"Remember the legendary story I told you about the 'grey King' of the Empire?"

Jean Na was stunned, and her eyes suddenly glowed again.

"Take that belt and talk to Mr. roll again..."

"However, remember to change your clothes first. You're only 20 years old this year. It's not good to always dress up so old-fashioned."

"Mr. rolle is very gentle with the children. If you dress younger, you will be much better."

The old man continued to remind.