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Fortunately, the huge number of sheep-headed monsters are not complete cannon fodder-only the small circle of temple guards around Luria is equipped with the flamethrower projected by her.

Gou Zei Gu's loss of contact did not affect her use of related functions, but her magic power expanded nearly a thousand times. After thinking about it carefully for a while, Loria really couldn't figure out why Gou Zei Gu's existence was necessary.

Waving his hand to release the evil spirit that was nagging and yelling in his ear, the black figure immediately emerged from her shadow and condensed into a smoke-like entity in mid-air. The physical entity of a warrior of physique.

The evil ghost that came out suddenly startled Forrest. The dog-legged smile on his face froze for a moment, and then he moved away from the shadow of Loria without a trace.

Girls nowadays are too scary. When he was young, no matter how rebellious the young ladies were, they could just pull out a traveler pistol and point it at someone's head.

Who has a ghost?

And the black warrior summoned by the fighting on the battlefield, the black smoky figure floated in the air for a moment, stared blankly at the pitch-black spear and shield in his hand for a moment, and then resolutely dropped them.

No. The Sun Warrior of the 18th Dynasty, the sharp blade of Tutankhamun?

The past has long since disappeared, and as times change, soldiers should also keep pace with the times.

He is an evil spirit who serves the cat-eared and cat-tailed goddess, and he only wishes to offer more blood and death for the god.

The black warrior fell to the ground, raised his legs and kicked a goat flying away, took the flamethrower in his hand as his own, and rushed towards the front line of the battle like a ghost with a grinning grin.

How about piercing the Philosopher across the sea with a spear, burning out the black bugs with fire, or using a weapon that spews Greek fire?

Enemies and weapons don't matter at all, victory is the only pride of a soldier.

The evil spirits who are not afraid of disaster venom and sharp mouthparts rush to the place where the insects are most dense, throwing the flames of destruction on the enemy, regardless of whether they are roasted with allies, when the projected small jar consumes When the fuel was exhausted, when the flames of deflagration lost their support and gradually weakened, a large space was cleared by the burning wire that was biting anxiously.

A tall goat-headed warrior wearing golden full-body battle armor came out more and more, together with the goat-headed monsters wearing templar armor behind him, they did not know when they joined the battlefield.

"Templar!" The leading sheep-headed man in golden armor shouted: "Show the light blade!"

"En taro Artanis", the sheep-headed warriors behind responded one after another. They raised their battle axes, smeared some oil on them, and lit them with flames. They held up the burning battle axes one by one, shouting, "For the sake of Artanis!" ...For Fenfur', 'We are Ai... Fenfur's Blade', 'Justice Will Be Done', charge towards the horde of crawling scourges.

Feeling a little weird, Loria looked sideways in embarrassment. These new sheep-headed warriors were naturally new creations that she supplemented with recovered and restored magic power while the black warrior was in a frenzy.

But why are you shouting weird slogans?

It's really embarrassing.

Fortunately, this inexplicable embarrassment came and went quickly. The flaming tomahawks are not just scary to look at, but any disaster struck by them will ignite a long-lasting flame on the wound.

Coupled with the fact that the crazy black warrior came back this time and snatched several fuel tanks, this simple and easy-to-understand weapon that can spray out a pillar of hot fire just by pulling the trigger fascinated him too much.

The battlefield skills that have been honed for many years have become worthless in front of technology.

He ignited the bitter fire to the weary calamity.

Chapter 160 Acceptor

Boburn Ponzi was 'softly' awakened from sleep.

He was lying in his rented apartment dreaming about the skyrocketing stocks in his hands, but he suddenly woke up in the darkness, something was covering his head, and just as he was about to struggle, his abdomen was hit hard What kind of power was that punch, it directly made a tall adult man like him lose the power to resist, and then he realized from the thick accents of those people that he had been kidnapped.

The rope, beat him, move, beat him, the rocking of the carriage, beat him and the damp wind.

Is this to sink him into the river Isis?Bo Boen tried his best to recall whether he had provoked someone he shouldn't have recently, but he had no idea at all. He sent a whole boat of cotton to Pasta Kingdom under the prompt of the pink-haired lady, and earned a lot of money. Less money, and in the process, he gave a lot of profits to the brothers and shareholders who contributed money and efforts... Could it be that his damn big brother is jealous of the money he makes?

As for it!Isn't it just that he didn't bring him along, and made money and taunted him seven or eight times a day?

What ugly jealousy!

I knew earlier that it would be better to strike first.

While thinking wildly, he was easily placed on a chair, and the hood covering his head was taken off.

Then he saw the pink-haired girl sitting on the chair with her legs folded in front of her. She smiled, revealing two shallow dimples, but her eyes were full of cold disdain, appearing flamboyant.

Miss Estelle?

Pink hair, petite figure, pretty face.

Under the dim light in the middle of the night, the girl in front of her mixed with these elements immediately reminded Boborn of his biggest employer, the daughter of the mysterious Earl Fries.

Loria Estelle.

What's going on, he didn't intend to be greedy for money or run away with money, and he didn't reach the agreed dividend date, so he did this to beat him up?

No, although I have only met once, and although they look alike, the temperament of these two is completely different. The girl in front of me is more mature, with a defiant look, which gives him a strong sense of oppression - of course, the oppressive feeling The source may also be the row of old buddies behind her who were still showing their strong and big arms in early winter.

His arms were thicker than his legs, and it looked like he could easily twist his head off.

"I heard that you are helping little Loria manage her money?"

The girl with a face similar to his pink-haired employer spoke, with a slow and soft tone, "She taught you to sell the materials to Pasta?"

what happened?Inquire about this?

But in the blink of an eye, Boborn imagined a grand drama of aristocratic families vying for power and profit, and heirs entrapping each other. That's right, depending on how old this lady is, she has such a similar face... He said: "Sorry, I can't disclose the customer's information, even if you are Miss Estelle's sister."

"elder sister?"

The pink-haired girl recalled 'sister' with a meaningful expression, and looked at Bo Boen with a half-smile, and said slowly: "I don't like your stingy appearance...Kristen Mori."

She waved her hand, and a big man in the background behind him bowed down respectfully and said, "Yes, Yael."

Pushed by strong muscular power, the burly man walked towards Boborn, and took out a piece of paper from the pocket of his small jacket, which was so tight that it was about to burst.

The rope that tied Bo Boen's hands was untied. Only then did he notice that there were several strong men behind him... He didn't have the slightest thought of running away or resisting. He took the piece of paper and realized that it was an acceptance. draft.

The acceptor has paid, and can go to the payee to pick up the goods based on this.

The amount, ten, ten... one hundred thousand pounds?

He was so frightened that he almost ate the money order in his hand.

"Please... Excuse me, what does this mean?"

Trembling, he tried to return the money order to the burly man named Christensen, but he faltered in front of the latter's biceps.

"Take it as a subsidy for my little Loria. I hope you can keep it secret. But I have a small request. I can only give her 560 pounds a month, and the rest is your commission."

One hundred thousand pounds, less than 2563% of the profit is required every year, and the rest can be used as commissions, which can be said to be a good condition. Bobon is thinking in his heart whether this is worth the risk, and he also wants to ask if he can't get it What about the profit of £[-] a month.

Until he met the gaze of the pink-haired girl.

This is not negotiating a contract with him, it is a threat.

If not possible...

"I agree!" he yelled, startling Christensen and asking, "I want to ask, what is this money order for?"

There are huge risks in this, but at the same time it is also an excellent opportunity for him to make a leap forward.

Let these stubborn Britannia know that what flows in the blood of Xihai people is courage, and they love to be accompanied by risks.

"It's no big deal, they're just ordinary trade goods, such as rifles, artillery, and ammunition." The girl said indifferently: "After you find a way to transport them to Pasta, you can also find the owner to provide airships and power armor, as long as You can buy military supplies you can think of."

Boburn Ponzi, who loves to be accompanied by risks, almost had a heart attack on the spot.

Is this called ordinary trade goods?Where is it usually?Ordinarily, if these things dare to go to the West Sea, will they immediately attract the battleships of the Royal Navy?

"You don't need to worry too much, at least in the whole of Britannia, no one will stop you."

After finishing speaking, she lost interest in speaking again, but still looked at Bo Boen with that playful smile.

The two shallow dimples on her face only made Mr. Ponzi's hair tremble... It took him a long time to understand.

Default pass for all of Brittany?Is this going to be on the side of Pasta Kingdom in private... Is it really good to get involved in this kind of thing, no, this is a huge business... This is a good time to serve the queen!

As for how to hide the enemy of the Pascal Kingdom—the Makiya-Ostarich Empire, and transport these materials there?

Free trade flows in the veins of Xihai people, and they love smuggling the most.

"I agree with all your requirements and will include it in my contract with Miss Estelle. Please rest assured that I will pay the 2563 pounds of dividends on time and in full every month next year."

He tightly held the money order leading to his dream in his hand, and saluted respectfully.

This kind of profiteering trade that ordinary people can't touch at all, let alone less than [-]% of the profit, he guarantees to more than triple it!

The pink-haired girl seemed to let out a slightly displeased cold snort.

After she and her subordinates left, Mr. Ponzi calmed down for a moment, resisted the urge to jump up and cheer, and tremblingly looked at the wrinkled money order in his hand.

One, two, three, four, five, five zeros, that's right.

Acceptor:

Roccasianne Estelle.

Chapter 161 Fabiana

Seeing Miss Pink Mao pouting in the mirror for a while, blinking for a while, and smirking for a while and touching the two dimples on her face with her fingertips, Mr. Forrester finally couldn't help interrupting her.

"I said Miss Investigator..."

Can you see where this is?A tough battle is going on ahead. Although those sheep-headed monsters and evil spirits carrying several flamethrowers have beaten the crawling back steadily, they shouldn't be obsessed with looking in the mirror.

If this girl was the captain of a certain battleship, wouldn't she have to order everyone to wait for her to get her make-up done when they approached the enemy?

Think it's possible.

"Huh? What's wrong?"

Loria had a bewildered expression on her face, but she saw Forrest rolling his eyes and looking up at the sky, muttering incomprehensible words like "even if this is the case, I will live and die with the battleship", and looking at herself That crazy evil spirit thug, relying on his inhumanity, is unilaterally burning poor Calamity with five nozzles wrapped in black mist... Even the flames can't burn out Calamity's signature stench, Luria felt that the calamity who was crushed in a corner and struggling frantically was no longer pitiful.

It's just that they seem to be protecting something.

Does Calamity know how to protect?

compassion?Feel the same as the disaster?

How is it possible, she has seen the origin of these things from the murals in the past, and since these parasites also care about things, they must be destroyed properly.

"Duck rush!"

She jumped up on the chair, raised her arms and shouted, and the magical creatures around her rushed forward with all their strength.

If she hadn't met the wonderful Mrs. Pink Hair and got the silk thread to peek into the corner of the future, it would be really difficult to deal with so many disasters.

Miss Loria walked forward unhurriedly, choosing places that were not so dirty to settle down. The ground was full of embers of disaster and the remnants of disgusting slime that had been dried by the flames. She couldn't help but change immediately. I have new clothes.

I don't know if Mr. Wallace was eaten by the disaster, but this commission is really a headache for fans.

When she got close to the front line, the remaining disasters turned into rising torches one by one, completely ending their sinful and short lives.

A large round, white worm appeared in front of her eyes.

The sheep-headed warriors stopped attacking for some reason, and just surrounded it, and the black warrior who seemed to have fallen into madness just now turned into a black shadow and returned to Luria.

"what happened?"

The evil spirit replied in her ear, this thing is not a threat, let alone the will to fight, he will never write the most boring ending for his carnival tonight.

Is it boring? Luo Liya crossed the gap between the sheep-headed warriors to observe the white and fat big white worm, only to find that it was trembling and looked frightened, but it did not try to escape.

Like a swollen sunfish, the skin was so pale that it seemed to have been soaked in water for a long time, so that Luria couldn't distinguish the actual shape of the bug for a while, perhaps because the expected attack did not come for a long time, the bug boldly It was a little longer, and its head was wriggling, almost without a neck, like a head embedded in a swollen body, without sharp and terrifying mouthparts, only a face that resembled a human face.

What the hell is this.

If it weren't for the worm's appearance of having something to say, she would have rushed up and slapped it to death like an ordinary girl.

Well, it looks like a bug the size of a hippopotamus is definitely not something she can slap to death.

It's almost the same for salsa.

Just as Miss Luria was still carefully estimating how many slaps she would need to slap a huge bug to death, and was surprised how she could do such a disgusting thing, the big white bug spoke, and it was an indistinct female voice , mixed with the gurgling sound of liquid surging.

In order to avoid being attacked by the sudden bile injection, she silently stepped back. Anyway, the dry and muddy eyes of the bug were not looking at her at all... nor was she looking at her loyal army of magical creations. Instead, she was staring at Mr. Assistant's bright head.

It says sir please save me and stop these horrible goat monsters.

It said sir, please take me away, I was the wife of the mayor, and I was bullied by everyone, but there are always some good things in my possession, and I can do it in return.

The bug babbled about it, adding a few sentences about its own mental activities at any time, and occasionally an impromptu description of the weather. What surprised Luria most was its great memory, and even drove from Kent How the passers-by I met on the way here dressed and dressed, when and when they said what words, every move and every frown on their faces, I remember clearly and completely recalled at this moment. Carve it down.

This kind of long-winded is not something ordinary people can do.

I think this lady who turned into a worm loves to talk, but no one has listened to it for too long.

Although it described its own experience in a very miserable way, such as how many people in this town gossiped and slandered it behind its back, and even the hired workers at home would laugh at it in the open and in the dark...Cololia still heard quite a lot from it. What a contradiction, in her opinion, this bug is just making excuses for his evil deeds.

And Mr. Forrest fell into a deep and deep conflict. You must know that he has always restrained himself with strict gentleman standards. In the past, he would never hurt innocent women, and he was willing to help when it was a little bit of trouble, but... …can a lady who becomes a hippo worm still be treated as a human being?This again involves profound philosophical speculation on whether the essence of human beings is human body or soul.

He can be ballistic and dislikes philosophical debates the most.