Demon Lord

On the other side, Roddy, who is walking towards his seat, is more disappointed because the Knights of Wellington did not teach scouts. No matter what Rody asks, he is always saying "look and talk" or "need to be tested again" Perfunctory and other perfunctory, no matter how you look at it ...

"Hey,‘ Ghost Rider, how can it be so good, it seems that I can only find someone else. M '

When thinking about this in his heart, Luo Di suddenly appeared a glamorous shadow in front of him, a familiar atmosphere with a faint scent came to his face. He opened his eyes and tried to see Sally's appearance and smiled. Some big tongues said: "I-I can't drink too much, so, so don't laugh at me, now I feel dizzy ... dizzy."

"I have something to tell you."

Sally wanted to reach out and help him, but with so many people watching, she could only hold the finger outside the restaurant and asked, "Can you go out for a while?"

Roddy was scratching his head, but walked out of the restaurant in the direction she was pointing. After taking a deep breath of outdoor air, he turned back: "At noon, I--"

"I know you're trying to get me out of there, but that's not what I want to say." Sally stood in front of Roddy, and those big eyes looked at him brilliantly. "I want to say that I decided to follow the Bishop of the Governor 'temple,."

It seemed easy to say such a thing, and Sally also tried to make a calm expression on her face, but no one knew that her heart was really terrible at this moment ...

Roddy blinked, seemingly digesting the meaning behind this sentence, but then felt that Sally thought that there was no problem, so she nodded--

Sally raised her eyebrows, and looked at Roddy, who hadn't responded after "En", and was a bit mistaken for a while-"You're not going to tell me something?"

"That" is also because of drinking, and his language organization ability has deteriorated so much. What he wanted to say seemed to be stuck in his mind. At this time, he basically said anything when he remembered: "The temple is far away from here ... On the road There are several dioceses that you should pay attention to. You have one Ludi diocese and one Saint Jason. Their archbishops should be familiar with each other and talk well later; I remember that you are good at blessing theology, you can find one Tell the old man of Jarvis to learn ... "

Su Xu's words were spoken from Roddy's mouth, Sally was listening with her eyes widened, but suddenly this guy seemed to be far more familiar with the situation of the "Temple" than herself. Those place names and names came out of the mouth. Some of him I've heard it, and most of her is unheard of ...

It's not the first time that Sally has seen Roddy's "knowledgeable". She suddenly remembered that Roddy once said that her age and appearance were "curses". At this time, she quickly accepted it- Then she heard Roddy thinking about a few numbers: "... ¨"

"what?"

Sally, who didn't understand, interrupted him, and Roddy turned his head and asked abruptly, "Will you be back in the year or 591?"

"It should be ... in the spring of 591. The journey from here to the temple takes about four months.

"Although I don't know what will happen when Sarota is dead ..." Roddy frowned slightly, looking at Sally. "But you are in the‘ temple, maybe… you ’ll stay longer. ”

"why?"

Roddy exhaled. Facing Sally's problem, naturally he would not say that the orcs would invade the northwest of the kingdom in winter, and even if there were no invasion events, there would be snow disasters in the kingdom that had not been seen for decades.

This one-month snowstorm swept the northwestern part of the kingdom.Everyone suffered a serious casualty because they were caught off guard.The result was that the road was almost completely blocked. It is estimated that Sally could not find the way when she wanted to return. where.

"Nothing, I suddenly thought I might go to the south of the kingdom during this period, and if I have the chance, I should see you."

With a plan for the future in mind, Roddy naturally wanted to avoid this natural disaster.It is estimated that the leveling site will be transferred to the south by then, so he roughly told his plan with Sally-but he Such a casual word made Sally's original feeling of loss feel better ...

"You said ... really?"

"Well?" Roddy lifted her head in such a serious tone, and saw those eyes staring at herself, and nodded, "There should be a chance."

"So, is that all set?"

Sally raised her palm, as if she had made an "sworn" gesture in the forest of quiet words, and Rodi blinked, feeling that she could not keep up with her thinking, but seeing Sally's interest Looks like, and thinks it's best not to provoke her anymore, and she has to raise her hand ...

Silly, by the time "Rose Cross" can take good care of herself, it is fortunate that you can take the time to meet me and I'm probably embarrassed.

"Well, don't talk about this. Before leaving, be sure to drink a few more drinks with me"

As soon as Sally was gone, she immediately became happy and pulled Roddy straight towards the wine table, while Roddy following her looked at her bitterly:

Damn it, I won't drink

Early in the morning, September 22.

As the city of Hollier gradually returned to its original calmness, a caravan was slowly moving from the west into the vast "Cobb Forest".

Because cities and villages are separated by forests, and the roads are more risky, in this era, the economies of various countries are basically in a "self-sufficient" state. The number of caravans is small, and most of the time they do not make much money-because in most cases, a large part of the so-called "profits" is allocated to the escorts.

The caravans entering the forest at this time belonged to the "Git Chamber of Commerce" and were regarded as the old chambers of commerce in the territory of Everta. There are 24 people in total, of which 14 are mercenaries with weapons around their waists, and the remaining ten are members of the "Git Chamber of Commerce"-but unlike other caravans or teams, This team can hardly hear the conversation. If you follow the team, then the ears will only whisper friction with the bearings and the dull echoes of the collision of armor and weapons ...

Other than this, no one can see that this team is any different from ordinary people, but if you let a normal person follow the team, a very abnormal phenomenon will appear: everyone ... including mercenaries and businessmen, faces None of them showed a little tiredness, and they never even rested once along the way, and never ate food for breakfast.

"As expected, the team should arrive in Hollier City on the 26th."

At this time, the leader of the caravan was talking. He was sitting in the only comfortable carriage in the team, his eyes were calm and calm, his age seemed to be forty-five or sixty, and he was quite imposing during the conversation. High rank and deep city.

The deputy sitting opposite was a bald key person named Derby. At this time, the leader's words, he then said: "Master Magda, this time the task was originally enough for me ... You suddenly joined the team because of Lord Ansadin ... "

"I owe him a favor. He feels that this kind of thing requires me to double insurance, so I will pay him back."

Magda's tone was very cold, but there was still a slight dissatisfaction. He raised his hand and took a look at the parchment, disdainfully: "The defensive power of the Duke's Mansion ... is it all these things?"

"Master, according to the information reported by the eyeliner, the most difficult thing should be these two knights. And there is a cross in the city, a bishop of the overlord and a bishop of the monastery, but if you want to come, they will do their best. I'm afraid I can't help it. "

Although Derby's words have some flattering intentions, it is not a big mistake to put it objectively-because he is sitting in front of him and is a strong man who is known in the Tasman Kingdom as a "wither."

Magda, wearing ordinary clothes, closed her eyes slightly, and seemed to be remembering something. After a while, she slowly said, "Titus, Wellington ... I remember, they followed Angmar fourteen years ago to conquer today. In the southwest of Everta, the strength of the two young people was remarkable. At the time, Ansadin also wrote a report to me. "

Speaking of these words, it naturally shows that his former status is much higher than Ansadin.

"A report on their strength has been submitted, but obviously they are not too strong."

Derby flipped through the information in front of him, glanced over the strangely shaped weapon in the carriage, and looked involuntarily with a little awe.

Magda was not interested in answering his stubble, but looked at the parchment and sighed: "Fourteen years ... how many more fourteen years in the short life of a human being?"

He set aside the parchment. "The Roussillon family has been around for so long. I thought I had seen their third owner at the beginning. Oh ... two hundred years later, everything is changing."

For an old monster such as Magda who has lived for hundreds of years, all glory and glitz have become a sight. After witnessing the rise and decline of each family, he has long lost interest in these relationships.

Eternal life commands that all emotions are difficult to sustain for a long time, and time has consumed everything. The only thing Magda is interested in now may be to seek more powerful forces.

"Master Magda, Lord Ansadin hopes that we will go to Kig town after the mission is over. He seems to be going there in December ..."

"I only help him this time, and I have no other interest ~ www.readwn.com ~ Yes, my lord."

Derby quickly bowed his head.

"It's all a little trick of young people. If I had to participate in the old bones, Ansadin has really ... no progress in these years."

As the "Blighter" Magda said, he raised his hand and picked up the weapon that was always around him-his fingertips scratched the bone-like surface, and then he flicked it on the silver bowstring ...

When this short bow with a strong magical power was condensed by him, the whole bow body was marked by an ice blue light pattern.

In the almost forgotten history of mankind, Mageda, the "Wither", had another horrific title two hundred years ago-

Dark Knight.