Vol 3 Chapter 320

~ Date: ~ October 23 ~

Businessman lady holding his knees and squatting in the rubble. (Book Title + Mirror Lake Watch the fastest update) She occasionally stretches out her slender neck like a swan to see the condition outside, and her brown eyes roll around, waiting until there is no soldier outside, and then she pats with satisfaction. The dust on the skirt stood up.

"Hay--" she breathed a long breath before she asked: "Sister White, this is what kind of temple, but I don't seem to see Brando!"

Called 'White Sister' is a spirit of a female figure. Her upper body is a beautiful and charming female figure, with a pair of elf-like slender ears, but the lower body is transparent and rotates by a ball. Composed of dust and airflow.

This female image was called the spirit in ancient witchcraft literature recorded on red parchment. Although the Witch King can contract all the spirits, she is particularly fond of the 'white mist' after the north wind, and after the north wind It is the holder of knowledge on the glacier. The ice queen left it to Roman, just to use its wisdom and experience.

'Baiwu' is a beautiful and touching woman, but she has a list of dead fish eyes. She glanced at Romain and replied weakly: "Fate is before you and behind you, mortals can grasp it. Direction, but you ca n’t see its shape. "

"I just thought Brando should be over there. Is the result of divination really accurate, white sister?" Miss Merchant asked, curiously.

"Divination is asking yourself, if you believe, you don't.

Roman crooked his head and wondered if he understood. She walked in a certain direction confidently for two steps and stopped again. He walked back two steps and picked up a mace from the rubble.

This is the holy weapon used by the priests in the root festival to dispel evil. A delicate pattern is embossed on the silver mace handle. A hammer of light was injected into the hammer head. The clergy are usually handled with care. However, Miss Merchant didn't seem to have this concept, she just shook it away-very easily, she nodded with satisfaction.

"Do you want to use this thing to protect yourself? Wisdom and knowledge are more effective." Bai Wu shook his head, disapproving.

"Well, I used to have a hammer in Butch. But then I lost it to Brando." Roman did not think for a while, but he didn't know which bone rack was picked up by ≤ Brando was on his head. How can the big businessman be careful to think that it is possible to lose everything?

Brando sneezed somehow.

The two walked through the ruins of the Grand Temple of Anderleuf, and were walking to one place. Suddenly, a crash of loose rocks rolled down from the inclined wall on one side, and then a person was drilled from below. Come. The man was wearing a noble dress and a long sword. It's just that the hair and clothes are all white lime powder, looking gray and dirty.

Viscount Bergnen's eyes were reluctant to adjust to the sun outside. (Book title + The fastest update from Jinghu Lake) At the beginning, he left from the secret road, but did not expect the earth to crack suddenly, and the magma gushed from all directions. The entourage with him buried the sea of ​​fire at the time, and he relied on a family amulet to escape the calamity, and then found the escape route little by little in the memory underneath the temple.

He looked away from the stone wall, and saw a clever man standing not far from himself, staring at himself with a stun in his hands. Begnin's meticulous personality and extremely impressive memory. Although he had only seen Romain once near Magdale, he recognized the identity of the other person at the moment.

"Miss Roman?"

"Ah," Roman said for a moment, "how do you recognize me?"

"It's me, Viscount Begnin, do you still remember Miss Roman? I was with the princess, and we've met before." Seeing the other side was so gullible, Begnin couldn't help feeling secretly pleased. He didn't know what was happening outside the temple, but he also guessed that the two sides had started a war. At present, the girl was obviously a person with a very close relationship with Brando. If she could hold her in her hands, the princess would have little help.

"Oh oh," Roman nodded absently. "I see. Now that you recognize it, it's impossible!"

"Ah?" Viscount Bergning paused for a moment. What was going on in the conversation? "Wait, I'm a princess—"

He never dreamed that the other party would do it when he said that he would do it. What's more, Roman still hid the killer behind his back. By the time he responded, Miss Merchant had already lifted the mace with a stride and hit him with his head.

Viscount Begnin is also the strength of the black iron peak. It was originally a hammer that was knocked by an ordinary person. It was a pain. However, it was not expected that the mace that the merchant lady picked up was also a ritual offering. A burst of golden light burst into his head.

Our poor Viscount sighed suddenly and fainted.

"I'm obviously a big man and I need to pretend to be a princess, not like this." Roman hummed, learning Brando's idiomatic sarcasm sarcastically, and watching him with a blank face.

"But this guy seems to be pretty good. I'm afraid you can't knock him right away. He will soon wake up. You better find something to tie him up." But Qi Ling is not a kind-hearted person. Her duty is only to ensure the personal safety of her contractor, not to teach her right or wrong.

Romain readily agreed that he was busy pulling out a white silk rope from his bag to give Viscount Bergen a big flower tie. This was still not satisfactory, and he took out a purple silk rope to draw a gourd like this. Sighing sighingly, these two ropes are also very promising. One is the 'Oremese silk' left by the Queen of Ice to connect the realm and the kingdom of the dead. Moral people can walk along this rope. Enter the deceased's territory; another is the legacy of the queen 'Tyva's hair,' Tywa is the king of Titan of Warnder, and it is said that his power is infinite, and even his hair has all the power to pull up this hair. Silk also has the effect of increasing power, but Roman still uses them to tie people up, which is a bit violent.

But it is also absolutely sturdy. As Viscount Bergen said, he was awake after only a little fainting, and his strength and physique at the peak of the black iron were far beyond ordinary people. But he immediately found himself tied up. The rope doesn't know any material, and it looks just like ordinary silk rope. He was struggling, but he didn't move.

"What does that mean. Miss Roman?" Begning asked, looking upset angrily. A blush on his forehead turned pink. A few drops of blood were seeping. Like plum petals in the snow, not to mention how pathetic.

"Catch the captives," Roman answered naturally.

"But I'm on the princess' side, Miss Roman, and I'm Mr. Brando's friend. Her Royal Highness and Mr. Brando are caught in the Temple of Fire and framed by the nobles of the North. They are in danger and we must hurry. Help them! "Begning could not help screaming, his face eager and sincere. He was born with a face that pleased a woman, and in anxiety it really looked like that.

Roman raised his eyebrows and asked in a bland manner: "You said Brando is in danger, who are you from?"

"I'm Viscount Bergnin. Miss Roman, don't you remember being down?" Bergnin sighed, and now he was so mad that he stabbed me as a fish with a knife.

"Oh, I remember! You are the Viscount Begnin!" Miss Merchant, a stunned little nirvana, raised her mace and banged on the opponent's head.

"what--!"

The light bomb had been consumed before, so Begnin was not knocked out this time, but he couldn't bear the tears in pain, "What the **** is this? What am I saying wrong?" His brain was buzzing, while listening as if he heard 10,000 people talking in his ears.

"This guy doesn't treat you well. He's deceiving you, but how did you discover that?"

"Oh, I didn't find it," Roman replied, "I hate that Viscount Bergnen the most. It looks handsomer than Brando, it must be a bad guy."

"I ..." Viscount Begning was bleeding blood, what a logic. For the first time, he felt that his ingenuity was completely useless, because the other party was unreasonable ...

Although Bai Wu is also a little speechless, she will not look so shallow with her wisdom. She nodded. "Your intuition is sharp. This may be the reason why she chose you to inherit this heritage. The witch needs to clear away the mist. Seeing through the line of destiny, using the eyes of the soul is far better than the eyes of the world. "

"Then how shall we deal with him?" Miss Merchant was a little smug for a moment.

"He wants to lie to you, he must have a plan, you can ask him what he originally planned. People can lie, but they can't hide their **." Bai Wu answered.

Viscount Begnin's face suddenly turned white, and the other party's conversation did not avoid him. He also heard it. Although the young lady in front of the merchant looked very deceitful, the one around her was a real wisdom.

People like him, claiming to be clever, like to use their minds instead of violence to solve problems. Begning couldn't look down on the barbarous soldiers, but when the trouble really fell on him, he couldn't help but feel a little bit scared.

"Why did you lie to me?" Roman asked, crouching down beside him, looking at the Viscount.

"I ... I didn't lie to you, Miss Roman, all I said was true." Viscount Begnin clenched his teeth, knowing that it was impossible to succeed, but everyone needed a little luck.

"Speak the truth."

"I'm all talking about ..." As soon as Begnin opened his mouth, he found something wrong, as if he didn't listen to his call, and intermittently revealed his intentions.

The mantra of the word, he looked at Roman with a look of horror-to know that the other party was a witch, he must have turned around as soon as he saw the other party.

Regretfully late.

"It really is a bad guy," Roman said, when he heard that Bergen was going to coax her into beating Brando, but couldn't help but raise the mace and knock Bergen screaming, tears and snot flowing. What was that Earl Brando just said, and what happened? "

Begnin was tortured almost inhuman, but his mouth was still very honest, and he quickly snorted and replied with tears: "Miss Roman ... wow ... Marquis Youxi told us that Mr. Brando might be The true Earl of Yanborg, everyone in the world thinks he is a highland knight or just Toniger's bandit; however, according to the information I have received, neither is possible. Mr Brando first appeared in our field of vision. After Rittenberg, he was not a highland knight at all, but every move was aristocratic ... it is impossible to pretend, but there is no such person in the aristocratic circle as I know ... "

"So we think he may be an anonymous noble descendant of the kingdom, or a pseudonym. Now it seems that Marquis Youxi's judgment may be correct ..."

"That's it, white sister, what do you think?"

"This person wants to murder that person, and you want to help that person. The conspiracy is like a chain. You may wish to ask him the most scared link in his heart." Bai Wu stared blankly at the Viscount Lord who had collapsed into a ball on the ground. .

Begnin's face suddenly showed a look of fear, terror and unwillingness.

"I……"

"Oh? Satisfy Roman's curiosity?"

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(Ps: 3000 words today, take a break, ready to brew for the end of the month. Tomorrow is the adventure of little Roman and Baiwu!) (To be continued)

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