I'm playing Yuanshin in Tivat!

"This corresponds to Rosalia's mission. She uttered a reassuring rambling in her deep sleep, and the mission actually coincided with Fengshen's arrangement. Is this a coincidence or a deliberate arrangement?"

Lu Kong didn't want to think about these unnecessary things, and instead continued to collect clues to push the story to its true peak.

【I'm like that...invisible hand. 】

[It would be great if I could get Rosalia's assassination list, it must record how many treasure robbers there are in the city, so I can send out some information on a regular basis. 】

Lu Kong thought about it, and stopped writing for a while. After a while, she started to write again with the mentality of giving it a try.

[The person who picked up the assassination list had a very bad conscience and wanted to return it to Rosalia, but was afraid of being silenced because of the usual image of the disciplinary nun, so he went around and learned that Rosalia and I relationship, so it is reasonable to entrust me with the transfer. 】

Speculation without any leads.

This belongs to the category of unrestrained and predictable creation. Lu Kong shook his head and laughed at himself. He thought it would be more efficient to go out and find a few treasure bandit camps to spread the news.

"You should be more down-to-earth."

Lu Kong criticized himself, got up and left the newspaper office, and she completely forgot about the typed line.

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After leaving the church, Barbara stayed at her home all the time, fidgeting, and even her hand holding the teacup was a little unsteady.

The white porcelain cup is inlaid with an elegant gold circle, and the rich black tea ripples slightly, and the reflected picture is fragmented, but Barbara can be vaguely seen, she is staring down at the black tea, looking at herself in the reflection.

"Ugh……"

Barbara sighed, now at her own home, she is no longer an idol girl who pretends to be carefree, and has so many troubles that she can write a book "The Troubles of Barbara the Girl".

"Should I watch it or not?"

Her eyes swept to the small book on the table again, which was inlaid with silver-white paper strips and red roses, and the fragrance of roses wafted from her nostrils.

That's Miss Rosalia's stuff.

"Reading people's diaries is really hard to call morality. I shouldn't be like this, but..."

"That's Rosalia."

Barbara thought very helplessly, Sister Rosalia is simply the most mysterious nun in the entire Westwind Church. She escapes when she prays, never sees anyone, never knows what she is doing, and is extremely maverick.

Barbara can be friends with anyone, but Rosalia is always a hot face and a cold ass.

Rosalia's butt can at least stick to two faces, right?

Now is not the time to think about that.

She wanted to know this mysterious woman very much. After seeing the notebook that Rosalia dropped, the first thing she actually thought of was that the opportunity had come.

But that was just a momentary thought.

When she returned home with the diary in her arms, Barbara's impulse subsided completely, and she only thought about how to return it to Rosalia.

"Ugh..."

"It's always going to be very awkward."

Very embarrassing indeed.

Although some people look indifferent, they are soft inside. If Rosalia is such a person, if all these things are written in the diary, and she returns the diary herself, will there be any misunderstanding?

Social death?

Could it be... that the relationship, which was already not good, suddenly became worse?

In case he gets on Rosalia's assassination list...

Barbara shook her head, the curiosity in her eyes had completely disappeared, she stared at the scented notebook like a hot potato.

"To pay or not?"

"If it is returned, how should it be returned to Rosalia, so as not to be misunderstood and become more alienated?"

"..."

"..."

Thinking about it, the mellow black tea has gradually cooled down.

At this time, Barbara would envy those holders of the Fire Element God's Eye.After drinking the cold black tea in one sip, Barbara frowned, feeling a little greasy, and couldn't help brushing her teeth with water elements.

She fell into tangled thought again.

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what to do what to do what to do...

Barbara struggled all night, losing sleep for the first time without slamming a spicy drink.

It can't go on like this.

As an idol, you must welcome the morning of Monde with the fullest energy. If you continue like this, your spirit will be worn down by yourself sooner or later.

Fortunately, I am the holder of the eye of the water element god.

Barbara pulled the sheet with both hands, covering the part below her face, thinking happily.

Even after staying up late, the skin is still moist and shiny, and the eyeballs are also very moist, without even half a bloodshot, and the whole body is well hydrated.

"Why don't you just leave it to Lu Kong?"

Knowing why Rosalia entered the confinement room, the relationship between the two is completely conceivable, and they may be in the same state as themselves.

If Ms. Lu Kong hands it over, the risk will be minimized. If they remain anonymous, the relationship between them will not change in any way, although there is no relationship at all.

Thinking of this, Barbara suddenly widened her eyes and lifted the quilt.

This is so reasonable.

She got up in a hurry, rolled up the white pantyhose and put them on her legs, adjusted the direction slightly to ensure that there were no wrinkles in the tight white silk, then combed her moist and shiny hair, and hurried out went.

The hair is moist and shiny, which is of course one of the benefits of the holder of the God's Eye of the Water Element.

She came to the newspaper office, holding Rosalia's notebook in her arms, stood still for a few seconds, and patted her cheek lightly as if mustering courage.

"Barbara go!"

Barbara cheered herself on, and then, holding her breath, pushed the door open.

Chapter 43: Do you like a big sister who plays with flower guns like a pole dancer?

"Ah this."

Even after a long time of sleep recovery, Lu Kong's condition is still not good, and there is naturally a qualitative gap with the hydrated Barbara.

"Miss Lu, do you need me to help your skin... get some water?"

Lu Kong looked up at her, but didn't speak.

Oh, let's just show off.

"It's okay, don't care about the damage of these skins..." Lu Kong said.

But what she was thinking in her heart was not these, but she secretly thought that the water attribute god's eye is really so convenient?I went to Danfeng, the headquarter of the steam bird newspaper, should I go to the water god to ask for one?

"What's the matter with me?"

She changed the subject, and Barbara handed over the fragrant notebook.

Lu Kong sniffled and suddenly frowned.

"Rosalia's assassination list?"

She said it with great certainty, because the small book has been mixed with two flavors, one is Rosalia's unique rose scent, and the other is Barbara's vaguely scented scent.

She couldn't tell what kind of aroma it was. Considering that Barbara was an idol, it probably smelled like an idol.

Or milk flavor, these are not important.

Lu Kong frowned and took the notebook over, and flipped through it without any psychological precautions. After a while, she frowned and raised her head, and said in a questioning tone like seeing off guests: "Do you want to read it together?"

Barbara shook her head desperately, she asked Lu Kong to act as an intermediary just to get rid of herself, she was definitely not the kind of bad person who peeked at people's diaries.

"It's useless for you to get rid of it."

Lu Kong sniffled: "You won't sleep with it? It's stained with your scent, and Rosalia can smell it right away."

"what……?"

Barbara was dumbfounded.

"I will make it clear to her, you can go back to the shrine and be your nun at ease."

(⊙﹏⊙)

Barbara really wanted to say that the shrine was called Inazuma, and it should be called the church in Mond, but she thought twice, and politely said hello to Lu Kong, without being too entangled in the name.

Just kidding, someone helped, it was too late for her to praise.

After Barbara left, Lu Kong threw the notebook aside and stared thoughtfully at the phantom manuscript paper on the typewriter.

[The person who picked up the assassination list had a very bad conscience and wanted to return it to Rosalia, but was afraid of being silenced because of the usual image of the disciplinary nun, so he went around and learned that Rosalia and I relationship, so it is reasonable to entrust me with the transfer. 】

Lu Kong scratched his head, put his hands on the keyboard, and hesitated to write.

[Is this considered I arranged the plot? 】

[I really can’t imagine it. For the sake of prudence, let’s take it as a coincidence. Now let me take a look at the assassination list and write a new plot. 】

Lu Kong flipped through the book.

If she got this book without knowing anything, she would definitely not read it, but who made Rosalia admit that it was an assassination list?She read it without any psychological barriers at all.

"Let me be healthy...Miss Rosalia, you don't have any secrets with me anymore,"

She said silently, then raised the book again, covered all the parts below the eyes, and let out a laugh or two like a big boss behind the scenes.

It was infected by Princess Fischer.

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This assassination list was written in an extremely obscure manner, and a lot of code words were used.

From a simple look, this looks like a folklore research notebook, which is full of shouts from various businesses in Mond City, [Dandelion Wine Big Sale], [Tomato Buy Three Get One Free], [Fresh small lamp grass, put The washroom can be used as a lighting fixture]...

Some records are very old, like a product of Rosalia's novice nuns.

It is not difficult to guess that this nun, who loves to skip classes by nature, would skip classes and go to the roof of the shopping street to bask in the sun whenever she had the chance, while writing all kinds of yelling from below.

The child of the moonlight, the trial nun walking in the dark, glanced at Mond in the sunlight, and left such a precious note.

"It's like a diary of shame, but why did she say it was a hit list?"

Lu Kong looked at it, and gradually saw some ways.

From the past to the present, not all of the writing on it was preserved, and some of it was crossed out by Rosalia with bright red ink.

Every hawker yell is unique.

Lu Kong didn't know much about the shouting in the early days, but now, such as the tomato peddler, Lu Kong is very clear, but all those who were on this list and were crossed off in the end disappeared without a sound. Mond.

"Is this what the assassination list means?"

Lu Kong closed the notebook with some fear. If it was true, she would never believe that Rosalia would be so contemptuous of this thing.

Obviously that woman was so indifferent that she was deceived by her perfect acting skills.

What is Rosalia doing now?

Lu Kong closed his eyes and fell into deep thought.

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"I'm not a treasure troupe..."

"The evening bell has pointed to your name, don't quibble anymore."

An indifferent voice sounded, light snow and ice fluttered in the warehouse, the thin wooden door was covered with a layer of frost, and the sound of high-heeled shoes pacing slowly sounded, step by step, as if stepping on a person's heart.

Rosalia is hunting down the unstable factors in Mond City again.

In the warehouse in front of me, large and small fruit products are piled up here, which looks very normal, but when the covering cloth in the corner is gently lifted, a complete set of excavation tools comes into view, and Rosalia's eyes do not change at all , seems to have been expected.

These excavation tools were first disassembled into various parts, and then transported to this small warehouse to be assembled. There are also various element bottles, which are very brand new and have not had time to be used.

"You're going to die soon."