Warhammer Throne

"That day, you went to visit the Imperial Royal Zoo. This hotel waiter came in to clean." The two women stood inside the ice cellar and looked at the corpse. Oleka's amber eyes carried some caution: "I thought at the time , This waiter is not normal, so pay attention. "

"Not normal? Where is not normal?" Surya looked down at the frozen body. This was a normal hotel waiter. He didn't have any scars on his body. He was well-dressed, just his face before the temporary There is extreme fear.

"His shoes." The dark elf pointed at the hotel waiter's shoes: "As a waiter, he will not, nor can he wear a pair of white leather shoes, which is very rare for waiters."

When Surya looked down, the hotel waiter did wear white leather shoes, and the female knight narrowed her eyes: "Olika, you found a blind spot."

Generally speaking, people in this industry will not wear white shoes. This kind of shoes is not dirty enough, it is easy to get dust and stains, just like in the castle of Lane, all the maids wear black The only difference is that Olika wears high heels, and the original Emilia and Sylvia prefer to wear small leather shoes.

If it is a less formal place, it is fine, but this is the most formal place in the Imperial Royal Hotel.

"I found out that the situation was wrong and immediately followed." The dark elf stood seriously and said: "I followed him to the mansion of the von Slack family and found that he really came with purpose."

"Purpose, why the purpose?" Suria checked the body herself, but could no longer find out. The knight gradually understood: "He's just a scout? Wait, von Sreek's destruction." Did you do the tragedy ?! "

"Yeah." The dark elf had no guilt about it. Her tone was like killing a few chickens: "I did it."

"How can you do this?" Surya frowned instinctively, and the knight was displeased with the dark elf's approach.

"Or you want Devon Hill to be in trouble? This is the easiest and most effective way, ma'am, and I have found far more than that." Olika still has no pressure, or she doesn't care at all: " If you are willing to listen, you can listen, if you are not willing, you can leave immediately. "

Surya ’s beautiful blue pupil reflected Olika ’s figure. The knight held her hand on the hilt of the sword of Leonards. She closed her eyes: "Stop."

"I came here with this wicked believer and learned their plans." The dark elf told the Duchess what she knew.

Olika overheard the plan of the **** believers after following the **** believer to von Sreek ’s mansion, which is the largest **** sect hidden in the empire Secret plan carefully planned for several years.

This plan has been prepared for a long time.

The Walkers Association, plotting to use a fake child to replace Ryan and Emilia ’s son, Frederick Jr.!

"After eavesdropping on the news, this group of sinister believers wanted to cast a spell, using the little Frederick hair they found on the carpet to release some kind of mystery, which was stopped by me." The dark elf was playing with one of his hands For the Butterfly Dagger, this pair of daggers was created by Lane pleased the dwarf artisan Deron Feinson, specially designed for the dark elves, and has "Swift Rune" and "Harvest Rune", the former can make Orika's movements change Faster, the latter allows Orika to absorb the dissipated life force of the enemy through the runes to restore a little physical strength when she is killed in close combat.

"Stopped by you? Does this mean that the plan has been terminated?" Surya still has a lot of puzzles about the situation now, and the horsewoman asked: "You killed them, does this affect their plan? Otherwise you Why do you have to do it? "

"No effect." The dark elf shook her head indifferently. The butterfly dagger in her hand was really flying in the air like a butterfly: "According to my search for soul, there are more than a dozen in the rich area of ​​Braunschweig. Such a noble family base of sinning believers lurks here, and spread to the entire city, the Hipster Association has hundreds of hidden piles, and these hidden piles are not connected to each other, only the superior and subordinate relations, they act extremely cautiously , Just eliminating a stronghold will not affect their plans at all. "

"After I wiped out this group of people, I controlled a deceased to stay in place for a few hours, and then got rid of the suspicion." The dark elf concluded: "I think it is necessary to let you know."

"In that case, why should you notify me, not Ryan or Emilia?" Suria's expression became more serious after she heard the news: "You should tell us three!"

"The master's goal is really too big." The dark elf shook his head calmly: "His every move will attract the attention of countless people. If let him know, he will definitely make the musicians association aware and exposed, then we may I will never be able to catch this sect, so I decided not to notify the master for the time being. "

"Then why didn't you inform Emilia?" Suria asked next.

The dark elf didn't answer, she just stared quietly at Suria without a word.

The knight's face suddenly changed, and she thought of a possibility, an extremely terrible possibility. She actually felt a little vague, but she never dared to speak out.

"You ... you're tempting me! Dark elf!" Suria immediately pulled out the sword of Leonsay, and the flaming blade pointed directly at Olika's face, a rare anger in Sulia's face Burning: "Do you think I am that kind of person ?!"

"I never judged you, Mrs. Suria." The dark elf smiled. She smiled sweetly and strangely: "My responsibility is to tell you everything, and then let yourself choose, how do you choose and I have nothing to do with it, and I wo n’t recommend any treatment suggestions to you, but I think I can understand that, Mrs. Suria, you simply do n’t understand us, Druzi, and besides, his presence will come to you and to the master. It ’s always an invisible possible threat. Am I wrong? ”

"Olyka!" Sulia finally yelled, and the knight sipped: "You don't force me! I don't want to embarrass Ryan!"

"I repeat it, I didn't force you." The dark elf shook his head: "I just let you choose, I repeat it again, how you choose has nothing to do with me."

After finishing speaking, Olika raised her head, and the dark elf's amber eyes reflected the shadow of Surya: "You have your way to love your master, and I have my way. Furthermore, you have not let me Embarrassing conditions, the equipment on your body may be invincible to others, but it is not to me, you know very well that there are similar marks on your body that are carved by the owner himself, I It will let you choose, just because you are a wife. "

The female knight heard a word of stagnation, and Suria finally showed a trace of helplessness on her delicate face, and she put down her sword: "I am not that kind of person, Olika, don't put your set on the side of the dark elf Moving to our side, I will repeat it again, I am not that kind of person, you know, what that means for Emilia. "

"I see." Olika nodded and she put away her weapons: "This is your choice, so let's join forces, just today, taking advantage of the banquet inside the palace, the Musicians Association has Several people are preparing for the rally here, and the vandalism of the von Slake family has caused these people to be alert. "

"Very well, what is your plan?" Suria glanced at the body on the ground again.

"My plan is, come again." Olika smiled.

Thirty minutes later, a team of escorts and several carriages came from afar, along the road that had been cleared of snow in the rich area, and came to the door of this noble manor. An **** took out a huge copper key, The gate of the manor was opened.

The turning sound of the wheels broke the silence in the night. A nobleman wearing a noble uniform and holding a suitcase in his hand walked down the carriage quickly with the help of the guard.

"Lord, welcome." Another noble said to him: "Everyone is here."

"I know." The nobleman was a famous baron of the imperial capital, Werner von Lac, a famous painter and politician, wearing a bear skin imported from Kislov The coat, the shoulders were covered with snow, with a short stubby head, and his hair was already gray.

He walked quickly into the manor, and the guards immediately began to alert, standing in a circle around the whole manor.

Along the stairs, Werner hurried up to the second floor. He opened the door of the room on the second floor, and then looked at the oil painting mounted on the wall unnaturally.

The oil painting is a grand ball. Many men and women are dancing at the ball. The scene is extravagant and crazy, but if you look carefully, you will find that although everyone is dancing at the ball, they all wear it on their faces. Some kind of fear and anxiety. In the mirror of the ball, there are certain indescribable figures who are having fun with these men and women. Some people are wearing masks, some are not. A strange atmosphere surrounds the painting.

Werner's eyebrows clenched. He said a few words in silence, then walked behind his desk, sat down on a soft chair, lit the oil lamp, and put the suitcase on the table: "Where are they? Did n’t they arrive? "

"My lord, they are still arguing about what to do." An aristocrat with an apparently lower status came in from the outside. He bowed his head and saluted, then went on to say: "Some people think we are exposed, some people don't, we Temporarily stopped the plan to avoid the limelight. "

"Is there any news from Noor?" Werner frowned. He opened the suitcase. Inside the suitcase was a thick stack of documents covered with the Empire's double-headed eagle mark. Get the unique white wolf logo.

"No." The man shook his head. "Ms. Gentle has no command."

"Very well, you go out, let me be alone." Baron Werner reached out and motioned for someone to come out: "Let them get ready soon!"

"Yes!" The person bowed to salute and left the room.

Baron Werner took out the document and looked at it carefully, while thinking began.

The meeting place of the Sinists is very difficult to be discovered by ordinary people, because from the appearance, this place is just an ordinary shop, hotel or aristocratic manor. After thousands of years of incubation, these Sinists have learned how to stay away from those The surveillance of demon hunters and combat priests also learned how to corrupt those nobles and priests inadvertently. Entertainment is the spiritual need of all mortals, and the Association of Musicians understands how to use this. In many cases, leisure and entertainment Walking on the path of worship of sin is only a matter of thought. Even today, some believers of sin do not know what they worship and do not know that they are already chaotic believers.

But the vandalism of the von Sreck family has made Werner, who was lurking in Braunschweig, dangerous. He is ready to go. Tonight, he will set off immediately, return to Nour, and return to the Association of Musicians. Home base.

The dark candlelight flickered in the dark room, and Werner looked at the file in his hand.

This document was sent from Midenheim. The document appears to have no problem on the surface, and it seems to be a quartermaster report.

But when Werner applied a pink-purple potion on the document, a purple handprint appeared on the document.

The Hand of the Purple Sect, the largest sect of the empire, is cooperating with the Musicians Association.

They have used the treacherous young masters given by traitors to create a few "boys" exactly like Frederick Jr., as long as they can find a chance to replace the real Frederick Jr., even if Lane and others are not in a short time Will find problems.

This is the will of adultery and sinfulness. In the face of this problem, the evil **** has reached an agreement. In order to deal with Ryan and destroy him, the two denominations intend to temporarily abandon their differences and reach a consensus.

This is the "Masquerade Project".

Werner frowned, and if he had a choice, he really didn't want to cooperate with the Rogue sect, but the events of the von Sreak family made him realize that perhaps the Association of Hipsters alone could not complete the task.

After looking at the document for a while, Werner felt the candlelight and felt some pain in the eyes. At this time, there was a slight sound of heavy objects falling downstairs.

The baron stunned him, thinking to himself why those people hadn't come: "Anyone? Gael? Are you there?"

"..." In the quiet winter night, only the sound of the wind remained.

"Gail?" Werner's face changed slightly, and he stood up carefully, shredding the document immediately and burning it off, blowing out the candles, and then walking towards the door of the room step by step.

The deep, dark corridor was full of deepness and fantasy. The baron's leather shoes pressed against the floor of the floor, making a dull squeaking noise. He clung to the wall and crept to the stairs.

Four fingers grabbed the escalator, and Werner carefully leaned his head from the stairs of the second floor toward the first floor: "?"

The scene in front of him made his heart contract, the blood flow in his body accelerated, and his head almost exploded.

More than a dozen guards on the first floor plus several sinning believers have all fallen into the pool of blood, and all were killed by one blow. The difference is that some guards were stabbed in the throat ~ www.ltnovel.com ~ some guards were Be cut into pieces or die through heart.

"Uh! Uh-huh! Wow wow!" The baron's eyes burst into tears, he covered his mouth hard, and wanted to make no noise, he lay on the spot on the spot, connected on the ground with his hands and feet. Rolling belt crawled back into his room, in a panic, Werner locked the door of the room in a hurry, then picked up his suitcase, took out a short firecracker, opened the insurance, and hid on the table In front, he gripped the gun grip tremblingly, as if it would give him a sense of security.

"Who ?! Who is it?"

A black shadow appeared from behind Werner, lowered from the ceiling, Werner hadn't had time to respond, the purple light flashed through the room, and in the scream, the short flame fell to the ground: "Slap ~ "

A purple butterfly dagger stuck to the baron's throat from behind, and then a sweet but indifferent and murderous voice.

"Good evening, sir."

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