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"Not in a good mood?" After leaving Leon's secret base, Don Quixote didn't take Rommel directly back to the airship, but seemed to wander around the capital of Sambia aimlessly, but Or is it because Rommel's royal blood is too pure, with blue hair, blue eyes, and snow-white skin, such a person walking on the street, anyone with a heart can be sure that she must be the sky royal family.

And according to Rommel himself, her parents are brothers and sisters, so the purity of her blood can be imagined, so at this moment, the two of them are still wearing the wide cloak, looking like two people who have come a long way. There are not too many people who are too concerned about the adventurers who come here.

"Somewhat," replied Don Quixote after walking some distance.

"It's not like you," Rommel pouted, "In my impression, you are a person who never expresses your true inner thoughts on your face."

"People always have many masks," Don Quixote sighed, "I almost forgot what I really am."

"What hatred do you have with that family? It's so far away?"

"Uh~~" Seemed a little tired, Don Quixote found a corner and sat down, looking like a beggar, although no one would dare to think of them as beggars from this bright and beautiful cloak Or, the ground was not very clean, but Rommel didn't bother, and sat next to Don Quixote, and the two of them just stared blankly at the busy street.

"A long time ago."

"Really? Tell me, you have to know, I rarely see you with such an expression."

Don Quixote shook his head, "It is already certain that Li Ang is the subordinate of "Lantes"."

"Oh?" Seeing that Don Quixote didn't want to say anything, Rommel just stretched out his hand and gently stroked his back, and then asked curiously, "How are you sure?"

"Soul," Don Quixote shrugged, obviously he couldn't tell about the mirror of the sky, so he used another excuse, "I am a mage who specializes in soul magic, so I have a good understanding of human beings." His soul is very sensitive. His soul structure is very similar to that of a person I killed before. They are all mixed with a fragment of the soul of another person who does not belong to him. When the soul of the ancestors was still alive, I I talked with him about this issue before, and I guess that Leon's power comes from that piece of soul fragment, that is, the "Lantes" I have always wanted to kill."

"Have you detected his soul?"

"No, it's just a feeling, but the accuracy is not much different from direct detection. You see people as people, and my eyes see people. If I want, I can only have my soul left, and I am even defenseless When he is thinking, I can faintly spy on his thoughts, but what I see is intermittent or even meaningless without using magic blessings, but it is already very useful .”

"Spying into other people's thoughts?" Safman's hand stroking Don Quixote froze involuntarily, and the smile under the cloak also froze, "How... how did you spy?"

"I mainly use the brain fluctuations generated when people think. Of course, they can also be called soul fluctuations. This kind of fluctuation is different from psionic fluctuations. It itself carries a certain amount of useful information, and most spells , Knight, I don’t have much knowledge of this, so I can secretly succeed, and the higher the soul level, the smaller the soul fluctuation when she thinks, because the strength of the soul will make her This kind of fluctuating instinct is restrained." Speaking of this, Don Quixote turned his head to look at Rommel, and smiled cheaply, "So...Although there are not many, I still see a little bit of your thoughts... "

"Pfft!" The calm and strong woman who was so calm, even the incident more than a thousand years ago can be selectively forgotten, blushed after hearing this sentence, especially her own fair skin, so such a Red gives people a feeling as if the crab has been steamed. Of course, fortunately, she is wearing a cloak at the moment, which can be regarded as a fig leaf.

"You... what did you see?"

"Ha," Don Quixote shook his head, and the previous melancholy and indifferent expression gradually disappeared, "Don't worry, I won't mind, it's all understandable, after all, you have such a bad past, Moreover, as a soul mage, I can tell you that this type of brain supplementation is very helpful for you to bid farewell to the shadow of the past, and it can also be attributed to a kind of self-deception, but I like to call it the method of spiritual victory .”

"Only," said Don Quixote, standing up, and patting the dust off his hips with his hand, "the next time you beat me, you'll have to use a whip. I don't like candles."

“…”

"Where are we going?" Rommel, who followed Don Quixote once again, was punctured because of the secret in her heart. Now she has wrapped her whole body tightly. Obviously, maybe In the future, she will intensify her efforts to make up certain things in her own sea of ​​consciousness, but she will never be discovered by Don Quixote again.

"The City Lord's Mansion," Don Quixote also returned to his usual calm at this time, obviously after Rommel's gag, his mood is much better, "I have delayed some things for seven years, and it is time to solve them It's gone."

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The City Lord's Mansion of Sambia is said to be a mansion, but in fact this building in the center of the main city of Sambia is already comparable to a small town. Most of the Gordon people who have no real power also know how many inhumane things they have done. If there is nothing to do and run around the world without guards, it is very likely that someone passing by will kill them, so it is better to squat Be safe at home.

And in this small town, there is a place dedicated to Alvin Gordon, the eldest grandson of the Duke of Mahler. In fact, when this guy was bitten off by Shirley and lost his ability to be a man, he became even more The metamorphosis.After all, the reason for all this is because he has never been a slave to human beings.

In a huge basement.Lying naked.bound.There are many slaves, male and female, and Alvin, who has received the essence of abuse, has never died from injuries, because he knows very well that he can no longer torture them after they are killed, just like the cat man back then.The crisp self-cutting left no place for his anger to vent. No matter how much he flogged the corpse, she couldn't feel it. So from then on, although Alvin played with slaves more and more, he was very good at measuring. Only in this way can he be able to satisfy his aching lower body from time to time, although there is already nothing there.

Just when Alvin was ravaging these slaves with his servants with all his heart, no one noticed that there were also two strangers standing in the same room. For some reason, they seemed to be transparent Of course, this is Don Quixote and Ji Shen Rommel.

"If this Alvin can put his thoughts on these tricks of ravaging slaves in a serious place, he must be a talent," Rommel, who watched the whole process intently for a long time, said involuntarily. , "But it seems that he has no chance."

Don Quixote shrugged, "I won't kill him now, I have endured it for so many years, it doesn't matter if I make him happy for a while..."

Whether playing with slaves or abusing hard work, for Alvin, although it is an indispensable entertainment every day.But the fact is that human energy is limited.No matter how excited he is, he still needs to eat and rest. Obviously, what Don Quixote and Rommel were waiting for was this opportunity. Finally, the dark sky in December came late, and the sky outside was completely dark. , Alvin's servant also reminded his master. Of course, Alvin felt a little hungry, put down the whip in his hand, and left here with a group of people. As for the aftermath, someone will naturally complete it for him. of.

"Let's go." After watching the live training for so long, even Don Quixote felt a little queasy. Obviously, most normal people would not be interested in these.

In fact, even the rest of the Gordon family are very disgusted with this crazy eldest son and grandson, but since he lost his male organs and was deprived of his inheritance rights, no one will take care of him , Give him some money and let him fend for himself.

"Don't look at it," Don Quixote saw Rommel's gaze lingering on those slaves, and naturally knew what she was thinking, "it's useless to change the fate of a few people, their souls are already broken. If you leave here, you will die faster..."

"Wow~" Alvin, who was taking a bath in the bathroom, involuntarily stroked his crotch, then roared in a low voice and beat the wall with his fist. Obviously, even after so long, this man is still full of anger There is nowhere to vent, only murder and sadism can make him temporarily dissipate the anger in his heart.

"Huh~~" He let out a long breath and wiped off his body, and walked towards the bedroom. Since Alvin lost his lower organs, he couldn't see other things in his living place. Human, from a male psychological point of view, he doesn't want to see others have it, and he doesn't want to be seen by others that he doesn't have it. Of course, his life habits provide Don Quixote with a very good opportunity.

"Dingling~" Alvin, who had just been lying on the bed for a while, seemed to hear a crisp ringtone, and before he had time to think about it, he fell asleep. At this time, Don Quixote and Rommel were revealed Don Quixote, holding a brass bell, walked to the bedside, took out the injection from the interspatial ring, didn't even bother to sterilize it, and directly pierced Alvin's artery with one needle, and then extracted a tube of saliva All the drugs were injected into his arteries, and then the copper bell rang again, and Alvin's core consciousness was revealed to Don Quixote like a naked woman.

"Desire to kill people, desire to get the siren, so you will secretly follow Duke Mahler after he goes out to sea, and then you will be discovered by him and brought to the main battleship."

After finishing these words lightly, Don Quixote shook the brass bell again, shutting down his core consciousness. At the same time, he glanced cautiously at Alvin's neck, making sure that the pinhole had healed itself, Only then did Rommel leave his bedroom with a surprised expression on his face.

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"What kind of soul spell was that just now?" Rommel, who was hugged by Don Quixote, soared into the sky again at this moment, but the difference was that this time it was night and the surroundings were pitch black.

"I created a detection spell specifically for other soul-type mages. Even if the other party is a domain mage, don't expect to find anything, because it is himself who modifies his soul, not the psionic power invaded from outside. ..”

In the middle of the night, especially in this unbelievably high place, except for the whistling wind, the silence makes people feel uneasy. After returning to the airship, Don Quixote gently put Rommel down , Of course, this time she didn't stay in a daze anymore, after all, feeling this thing, once in a while would make people very moved, but if it happens often, it will be numb.

But looking at Don Quixote who was already walking inside, Rommel still couldn't hold back and asked, "Well... Don Quixote, you really saw everything, about my fantasy?" (To be completed continued..)

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