Shaman from Afar

Looking at Edward with a grim look, Peter Fasha was speechless for a moment.

That's right, Verlo is likely to lie in order to live, and his words are not credible at all-but Peter is more aware that this is just self-deception and unwilling to believe.

There are thousands of poor people living in the sewers of Ebden, and no one cares about their life or death. Many people do not even know their existence. Even if they die, no one will care.

Yes, is there any better "experimental material" than this group of people?

Just thinking about this made Peter Fassa feel horrified. The Nine-Mount Star Wizard Tower occasionally dismantles death row prisoners, or some unaccompanied corpses are used for experiments. Peter himself once dismantled the plan-although the Wizard Tower was blamed by the church for this, he did not What do you think is this? After all, experiment is the only standard for testing.

But what the Bellini family did ... even if those people were walking dead, they were still living!

That's a living person!

What is the difference between them and the blood sacrifices of the believers of evil spirits and demons? !

Peter Fasha can even imagine that the poor people were very thankful when they received the potion, and regarded the Bellini family as their life-saving benefactor and kind good people.

They drank the alchemy potions that had not been perfected at all. They didn't notice the "good" Alto Bellini. They looked at the group of "experimental subjects"!

"What are we going to do next?" Indifferent Edward is still so calm: "The people of the Bellini family must have been on the road, and it won't be long before they will be discovered here."

"Retreat, the mission has failed." Peter bit his lip bitterly, and salty blood oozed from the corner of his mouth: "But at least figure out the next move of the Bellini family, prepare the next plan as soon as possible-first Hurry to Ditch Alley and Lord Loren Turin will meet, put this matter to an end! "

"about this……"

Edward suddenly said: "I just made a suggestion, but you better not do that. According to the original plan, we should meet him at the stronghold tonight."

"Are you still doubting him?" Peter frowned. "I thought you were the only one other than me willing to trust Loren Turin."

"It has nothing to do with trust or not, and it's enough to have Vera wary of him."

Edward's expression shook his head indifferently: "I just don't want to see an accident. Now you are a dead man in Ebden, and a few of us are wanted criminals-Weirlo was just kidnapped in the front foot, and the back foot appeared in the ditch lane , Even a fool can detect that there is something wrong here.

Lord Loren Turin is now the only one of us who can appear in Ebden in a fair manner. Anything that may expose his identity should be avoided as much as possible, not to mention that the ditch lane itself is a trap against him, where Bailey is all The Ni family.

In short, we cannot allow the Bellini family or anyone to associate His Holiness Loren Turin with us-on the contrary, we must let him disassociate us as much as possible! "

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"You have something to tell me?"

There was a trace of surprise on the face of the dark-haired wizard, and his calm eyes looked at the scarred man who was dying, sitting in a chair and smoking a pipe: "You are almost dead."

"It's only because I'm dying that I can tell you." The scared man grinned as he swallowed clouds and clouds: "Otherwise I dare not talk to you like that, hahahahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh ..."

"Say something soon."

"Don't be so anxious, my old wizard." The Scarfaced Man took a stubborn sigh in the pipe and squeezed the pipe in his hand weakly. His trembling eyes stared at Loren: "If you guessed right, outside People are dead, right? "

Loren didn't speak, just looked at him silently, apparently by default.

"Hahahahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh ... I don't know ... cough cough cough!

These aristocratic masters, they all think of you as a soft persimmon, thinking that you are no different from the nerds of the wizard tower.

They treat you like a fat sheep, but they don't know that they have provoked a hungry wolf, a monster that is a thousand times more terrible than the boss of Festno and can swallow them alive!

They want to die you, but they do n’t know that you will be killed by you in the end-I can see that you are definitely not the kind of soft egg that can swallow and swallow your neck; as long as there is a chance, you will Take a bite of them ... I have followed the boss of Festno for so many years, and this is the clearest! "

The scar-faced man was still muttering, and Loren frowned slightly: "What the **** do you want to say?"

He was starting to be impatient, and he grabbed the short knife behind his waist with his right hand.

"Also, remember you asked us to help you find that ... cough cough ... that person named Isaac Grantham?" The scared man smiled extremely brilliantly: "I tell you we didn't find him ... ... but actually, I actually vaguely know where he is. "

"you know?!"

"Actually, the boss of Festno knew it, but he didn't dare to say ... he didn't dare to fight against that old master Alto Bellini. But I'm not afraid, anyway, I'm already a dead man, and the crutches are finished. , What else am I scary? Hahahahahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh ...

"Then where is he now?" Loren's expression became more and more ugly. He felt like he was being tricked, step by step, in front of the scarred man, keeping himself as calm as possible.

"Just at the port of Eboden, on a particularly remote cliff ... cough cough ... in the hulk." The scar on the scarred man's body was still bleeding, and his breathing became weaker and weaker. Having been there once, you may have to find it yourself, cough cough ha ha ha ha ha ... "

"... Thank you." The dark-haired wizard was silent for a moment, looking at the scar-faced male who had only one breath left. The tone was much smoother: "This matter is very important to me."

"In this case, would you also promise me something?" The trembling head lifted up, and the scarred man stared straight at his eyes and gasped: "Give me a happy heart, dragging here and waiting to die ... Too bad for his grandma's pain Now! "

Nodding gently, Loren drew his short knife from the back. The diamond-shaped tip of the knife is at the heart of his chest. The scar-faced man stared at the tip of the knife, breathing more and more quickly, shaking the pipe in his mouth tremblingly, and pumped fiercely.

Even if you are ready, you will still feel a little fear when facing death.

"The last question." The dark-haired wizard suddenly said: "Why are you telling me this-you are going to die anyway ~ www.readwn.com ~ Even if you don't say this, I can't treat you like that. And Like your scum, you should n’t think about repaying it, right? "

"You're right, I'm going to die anyway, so why don't you say hahahaha ..." The scarred man smoking a pipe laughed hysterically. The smile was brighter than just now, looking at Loren's eyes. Started to be mad:

"Neither you nor the Aalto master of the Bellini family. You are all monsters who eat human bones and don't spit out bones. They are real monsters! Of course, the dregs of our ditch lanes are not much better. We are in your eyes. It's the reptiles on the ground that can be crushed if they want to crush them.

Because of you, half of the dregs in the south of the city are all going to hell. That's right, we deserve it. Our dregs are only suitable as little pieces in the hands of you monsters. Do you know what I want to see most? What I want to see most now is your monster dogs biting dogs, seeing you bitten by each other bit by bit, and then look at which one is going to **** to bury our gangsters! "

"puff!"

The tip of the knife pierced the chest, and the body of the scarred face shook suddenly. The exquisite briar pipe fell from the corner of the mouth to the ground. His eyes were gradually disappointed, but there was a satisfied smile on his face.