Have You Considered Xinyue to Be a Military Division?

The girl is so powerful that it cannot be owned by ordinary people. Her fist is so hard that she can hit the stone wall without getting hurt. This means that her body may have been strengthened by magic power just like herself.

The girl frowned secretly, and turned to look at the black-skinned woman.

And this woman was even more evil, the girl actually felt a familiar aura from her.

Her footsteps, her movement tricks, her defense and attack methods are exactly the same as what I have learned.

But Master Nios should have only taught himself, and he has only taught those children...

Analysis and thinking are not areas that girls are good at. After thinking for a while, she chose to give up.

So now the target has changed from assassination to getting information and leaving safely.

The girl thought quickly, without hesitation, and asked directly: "Lan Mao, why is there magic power on your body?"

Martha was taken aback, subconsciously wanting to answer.

"I should ask you this question!"

Aya raised her hand suddenly, stopped her innocence, and asked coldly: "The breath is blocked, the air is assassinated, the eaves and the wall...

What is the relationship between you and the invisible one, and who taught you this! "

The invisible one?Make a note of it and tell your lord when you get back.

The girl thought for a while, then replied indifferently: "I don't know."

"What a liar!"

Aya became irritable: "This kind of assassin training method can only be learned by members of the Hidden Ones, and it must never be spread!"

"Aya?" Mirtha realized that something was wrong with Aya.

The girl said in a serious tone, "You are not qualified to know the name of an adult."

Such an attitude angered the black-skinned female thief.

"Bastard, tell me!" Aya gritted her teeth, slashed, and charged forward.

"Aya, calm down!" Martha took her arm.

The girl didn't make any more answers.

She climbed up to the window nimbly, without saying anything, just a flash of her figure, and then disappeared into the night, as if she had never existed.

After a long time, the three of them gathered beside the exhausted Aya, looking at each other with different expressions.

(I still remember Martha's big move before the revision: as a rider, holding a staff, she hit the dragon Tarascon like a golf ball and smashed the enemy to death.

Unreasonable association [Lola Takizawa! ])

Chapter 159 Chapter 150 Chapter [-] The Hammer and the Fan

The footsteps were swift and sharp, and Boudica was walking towards Neos while wearing a cloak.

Beside her was Anya, who was clearly in distress, and four or five guards holding torches.

"What's the matter, making such a big commotion?" Boudica casually tied up his cloak, and walked up to Neos with a solemn expression.

Aniya looked at a row of people with different appearances, who were escorted into the dark building by the samurai.

She turned her head and asked, "Master, who are these people?"

"I noticed the spies in the city a few days ago and set up a trap. Today, I closed the net and caught a lot of them." Neos' voice was low, with a sense of horror.

"Sent by Rome, or Gatus?" Boudica frowned.

"It's not clear yet, it's being interrogated," Nios said.

This black building was originally a prison. After it was expanded by Nios, it added a lot of uses, and it happened to be used today.

"The time for completion is just right, it's almost as if you guessed that day will come." Boudica turned his head and looked up, with a sigh.

"A military adviser is a person who plays with intelligence, and interrogation is the work of collecting intelligence, so this is also a necessity for a military adviser." Nios said.

After finishing speaking, with a "snap", the black shadow landed steadily, and Fei knelt down beside the three of them on one knee.

Boudica and Anya were not surprised.

"Why did you come back so late? Is there any accident?" Neos asked.

"Well, I met some unexpected people..." After Fei finished speaking, she looked at the queen and princess with some concerns.

"It's all my own, don't worry, just say it." Neos smiled.

Fei nodded, stood up, and said, "I met an assassin and a strong woman, and I had a short confrontation with them."

"The other party is not weaker than you?"

Nios was surprised: "Is there anything special about it?"

"Well, there is a blue-haired woman with magic power, and the quality and quantity are far better than mine." Fei looked serious.

"But didn't you say that the magic power has long been exhausted?" Boudica wondered.

"Except for the foggy mountains in Britain, it is true that the natural magic power is exhausted, but human beings should be able to find a way to continue the magic power in their bodies." Neos replied.

"The key should be where the person with the magic power comes from, and whether there is only one person." Anya added.

Nios gave a "hmm" to express his agreement, then turned his head and said, "But judging from your tone, girl, it seems that this is not the most unexpected thing?"

Fei hesitated for a while, then nodded slowly: "The key is that assassin, her running skills and martial skills are exactly the same as mine, and she also said exactly the method you taught us, my lord."

"Natural training method?" Neos narrowed his eyes.

"Yes," said Fee.

"So, what does this mean?" Boudica scratched his head.

"The same martial arts as Miss Fei, the same training method as the organization..." Anya held her chin and muttered.

Nios suddenly asked: "Did you tell me what organization she came from?"

Fee replied, "She asked me what I had to do with the Hidden Ones."

"The Hidden One?"

Neos searched the memory palace, but there was no such organization at all. With doubts, he turned to look at Boudica and Anne.

Both mother and daughter shook their heads at the same time.

"Never heard of it."

"Probably because this is an organization that exists outside of Britain, and it's normal that you haven't heard of it." Neos said.

"Maybe, we should find a Roman to ask." Anya suddenly suggested.

Neos frowned fiercely: "You mean Lucius?"

At the same time, a girl who looked like a golden retriever appeared in the minds of the four of them.

Anya nodded: "Well, she is a bard, so she should know these legends very well."

"Well, and usually you can tell from her words that the child is very learned," Boudica put in.

Neos' face changed slightly, he closed his eyes and thought for a long time, then shook his head: "No, forget it, now is not the time to look for some strange organization."

"But it probably has something to do with your past!" Boudica said anxiously.

"Yes, master!"

Anya also echoed: "Using your training method, this organization may be established by you!"

Neos opened his eyes and pursed his lips, not knowing how to respond to the two.

Fortunately, someone interrupted the conversation of the four of them.

Turner walked out of the dark building, saluted Dika, and said to Neos: "My lord, we tried our best, but they still refuse to speak."

Neos frowned slightly.

Turner was startled, and said softly: "It seems that you still need to take action."

Neos glanced at the mother and daughter Boudica, then lowered his head and hesitated for a while, then nodded: "I see, let's lead the way."

After finishing speaking, he turned his head and told the three of them: "You guys wait outside, don't come in."

Boudica was taken aback, and subconsciously looked at her daughter.

Neos followed Turner and disappeared into the pure black building.

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A military adviser is a person who plays with information, and an interrogation is an act of extracting information.Therefore, if a military adviser does not know how to interrogate, then it is like a hunter who does not know hoofprints and a farmer who does not know wheat seeds.

A military strategist who doesn't kill people is talking about war on paper and the benevolence of a woman.

A military master swung his feather fan lightly, killing tens of thousands of soldiers; a knight slashed with a long sword, killing one enemy.

So there is actually no difference between a feather fan and a sword.

A torch was lit in the room, the flames danced, and the room was simple and empty.

The hay was spread on the ground, its heads stained with clotted blood.

The man with bloodshot eyes was tied to a chair, his head was powerless and his face was haggard. There were many tears in the clothes on his body, and the flesh was bloody under the tears.

The cell door creaked, and the man opened his eyes with difficulty.

"Fortunately, he didn't die. What kind of torture did you use?" Neos asked with a smile.

"Uh, I was beaten a few times, and then I was whipped a few times." Turner scratched his head and said.

"No wonder."

Neos understood, looked down, waved to the side, and pointed at the man: "You, wake him up."

The jailer nodded, leaned over and lifted the bucket, and poured a bucket of cold water on it.

The man's whole body was soaked in an instant, and the water-soaked wound burned like a fire, and a miserable scream exploded from his chest!

"See, if you want people to wake up in the future, you have to use salt water, not ordinary water." Neos pointed at the man while teaching the jailer.