Chapter 153

The man walked around the cemetery, looking confidently for the possible "climber.".

But in the end, he didn't find it.

Then, he saw some footprints beside the wall, extending from the position he had just been to here, and then --

he looked up and looked at a piece of snow on the wall.

"From here again?"

He rubbed his eyes. He didn't see these footprints when he was at the door just now.

"These days, it's too tight."

He sighed.

In order to prepare for this, they have saved up for a long time. If it is completed, all of them have the possibility of promotion.

"Hope to succeed... I've had enough of these days."

Before, the laboratory under the tavern was opened by non incantations, which was undoubtedly a shock to them.

That place is their laboratory. They use the same bottle of warning potion between the sliding door on the ground and the patrolman. Each time they open it, they need to conduct incantation guidance first, or they will warn several patrolmen at the other end of the warning potion.

No incantation was opened, and the three patrol conversion worshippers disappeared, so far no one has been found.

These three conversion worshippers should have been killed.

They can't go to the lab under the tavern any more. They have to watch it.

And here, in this laboratory, he wanted to put aside for observation for a period of time, but... The things inside have entered an emergency, and he must come to check and adjust.

"They'll come back later. I just need to check the anomalies around me first." He drew a black robe from under his thick fur and put it on his body.

"Crow..." put on, he whispered, looking around for crows.

"Crow?" Art frowns. Is the other party guarding against the crows?

It seems that the devil's business has something to do with the people in the Baron's castle, even the Baron himself.

Among the information he knows, blue blood people are absolutely impossible to fall back on the devil, but -

the camp can not betray the camp, but personally will.

The woman who walked out of Todd's room seemed to be the caster when he manipulated the crow to investigate in the merchant's house called Todd, but the other party did not cast a spell, and he did not use the demonized crow to detect the other party -

demonizing the crow is demonizing, with the characteristics of abyssal creatures. For those suspected of demons in the basement of the pub, there are Reaction is not incomprehensible.

As for the woman who pretended to be a maid, he didn't know the identity of the other.

A supernatural being born with extraordinary abilities?

This is not impossible, but the possibility of devil sacrifice or devil Warlock is not small.

And the crow seemed to be aware of it.

He wasn't sure about that, but the woman had been able to look in the direction of the crow's hiding.

He looked at the man in the black robe without any action.

Although you can kill the other party directly now, knowing what the other party wants to do is more beneficial to his action - the less unexpected points, the better.

Knowing the other party's plot, he can also prepare more means to prevent unexpected things, and, knowing the whole picture of the plan, he can know how many prey there are in this place.

Experience value, property.

This is the value of the enemy.

The black hand behind the devil priest and devil warlock in Susa town should be the devil who fought with him remotely.

I don't know how many in this town.

He thought, and then watched the man walk around the cemetery.

...

Todd's house, the maid Pena, or the devil worshipper, is walking in the house with plates.

Those men are really annoying, especially the cook. It's disgusting.

She had been in the residence of Todd, a businessman, since she had moved to Susa town three years ago at the behest of her Lord.

It was originally intended to develop this place into a laboratory for them, and they had prepared a lot of things, but because of the Rose City incident, they stopped all operations in a hurry.

They were really worried that the Duke of the rose would notice what was going on here.

This month, they did nothing, so did Peina. She did not do anything about hunting men. She was starving to death this month, so she could only steal Todd, a man of low quality.

It's hard.

On the inside of the clothes, a dark blue mark appeared on the white skin, with a strange charm.

Although the demonic camp is similar to the demon camp, it is not a demon camp.As a worshiper, she worships and believes in hell and borrows the power of lust through praying.

The worshipper cannot control power like a warlock.

Devil warlocks can control these forces from hell. They trade from the devil's hands to power. They have their own will and are not so affected by the will of hell.

However, the devil worshipers are different, such as Peina, who worships lust, and her behavior pattern is more and more like a lust devil.

Compared with the strong willed warlock, the sacrificial priest was more likely to degenerate and become a degenerate - at that time, she was no longer a human being, but a demon of lust.

Although Peina herself noticed this, she didn't have any rejection. Instead, she felt that it was normal.

If there is a chance to be a degenerate, she is willing to.

She was disgusted by the fact that she was a human being.

Hell is where she belongs.

Her fingertips skimmed over her lips, with a hint of seductive sweet saliva.

Pena is looking for a few men now. If it's a devil warlock, it would be better.

Compared with ordinary human beings, warlocks taste more sweet.

It's a pity that she didn't learn to summon some demons. Otherwise, she would like to try to summon some demons to come over...

there was an attractive blush on her cheek. The male servant passing by her was stunned and swallowed.

Then the servant shook his head. If the master saw him, he would be finished.

I don't know why. Lord Todd has been with Pena recently.

Peina is not very good-looking... Although she is charming, she is not really very beautiful...

but she is really charming...

at this time, he suddenly saw her turn his head, and the soft voice sounded: "what's the matter?"

"No, nothing." He showed his most handsome smile in the past 28 years. "You, you smile very well."

"Puff Chi --" Pei Na chuckled. The pure smile of "no affectation" made him cut off the line directly.

A smile flashed through her eyes, and Pei Na turned away with a light step.

And that pure and beautiful smile, in the moment of turning around, has already disappeared, the rest, only ironic smile.

"After you have cured the fat meat, you can rush to it. It's estimated that they are in a hurry."

The legs with light steps, with a trace of charm swaying, left the servant behind her speechless for a long time.

...

in the pub.

A group of people were sitting around listening to a tavern owner telling about his adventures as a young man.

The tavern owner, who looks in his 40s, has a big beard.

The broad shoulders and the tall figure looked convincing.

All of them were mercenaries who stayed in Susa town because of the cold winter.

For example, a tall mercenary with loose hair who called himself a minstrel.

Or another: a bearded mercenary in a fur coat with a mark on his breastplate.

Or a thin man with a strange belt made of many copper rings. The props on the copper ring indicate his identity as a wanderer.

The most terrible place of winter is not the cold, but the sudden snowstorm, which always comes without any sign.

People who thought they were lucky didn't survive.

"No big scene, but ah..."

the tavern owner looked around the people around him and talked about his "experience" quite eloquently: "the most proud thing in my life was that under the leadership of great clergy, I launched an attack on the Devil Castle and fought face-to-face with vicious demon servants

Listening to his story, the mercenaries obviously didn't expect that the boss, who was no longer young, had such a legendary experience. One of them was even more tongue tied: "this, it is, this is really, it is amazing, you should have participated in such a battle!"

His face was holy and mission like Justice: "that's what we should do! Long live the light! Damned devil! Justice will win. "

He is like a sincere believer in holy see.

Later, he said in a desolate way:

"in fact, when I was young, I wanted to join the Holy See, but my qualifications were not enough... And my family was too poor to be a clergyman..."

such reasons are not very rare.

The bearded mercenary next to him patted him on the shoulder and comforted him and said:

"brother, have a drink."

He raised his glass.The tavern owner also showed a smile, raised the glass, two people will cup a touch, in the other guests in the coax, drink the wine.

Then the tavern owner stood up and said with a smile to the puzzled mercenaries:

"although I can't be a great minister, I'm now a qualified husband and father, and now... I need to perform my duties..."

"Oh ~"

others either smile or pretend to be sad Expression, in the coax to see the boss leave.

...

"he really can dance."

Yat looked at the black man who had been walking back and forth for nearly twenty minutes. He was speechless.

He didn't feel much. The invisible effect of the phantom bird's kiss was just a little less than the automatic response of the dark night poetry.

Even if it keeps going, it will take a day to finish.

The ability to respond to the dark thoughts of poetry at night has begun to take shape.

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