Zongman: Le Ziren, starting from the powerful shadow

The game was still in full swing, and in the passage where the spectators left, there were only Kleia and Rogue.

“I am satisfied with your attitude of admitting mistakes, and this is the end of today.”

“If I play Missing again next time, I will definitely not let you go so easily!”

Crea released the hand that pinched Rogue’s weakness, and as she spoke, she took out an invitation from her bag and stuffed it into Rogue’s hand.

“This is?”

It looks like a ticket, but the design is quite gorgeous.

“The special seat of the Martial Heart Festival, you also have a place as a seed player of Midgar Academy.”

“But I couldn’t find you at all when I sent the tickets, so I sent them to me at the same time.”

“Oh, got it.” Rogue took it in his hand and put it casually in his pocket.

“Really, I was going to get one for Sid too.”

“In fact, I think he still has a lot of potential, obviously as long as he exercises seriously and diligently, he will also have good results.”

“You too, as an older brother, you are always so accommodating to him!”

Saying that, Kreya’s anger seemed to come up again, and her red pupils stared at Rogue again.

“Again, do you really not know where he went?”

Crea took a step closer to Rogue 753, looking at it in a position like a bad girl bullying.

“I don’t know, he didn’t tell me.” Rogue’s eyes did not dodge.

Well, next time let Sid taste her double anger too.

So, Crea sighed helplessly.

“Gone.”

“This year’s Martial Heart Festival, you must win the championship for me!”

In fact, Crea herself also wants to win the championship.

But she also knows the gap between herself and Rogue, and deliberately releasing water to let her win the championship or something is absolutely unacceptable.

When he finally couldn’t see Kleia’s figure, Rogue said to the empty surroundings.

“Come out.”

It contains the latest information about Oliana, as well as Beta’s decision-making.

Just now, the shadow guard took the initiative to attract Rogue’s attention, also because Alexia came to find it.

Based on Rogue’s unhurried attitude, Beta guessed that the CCBJ people must be planning something, so she didn’t want Alexia to bother him.

Definitely not because of anything else.

“I know, just keep doing it.”

The shadow mage’s aura gradually disappeared, and Rogue sensed the position of the necklace, walking out of the passage while thinking about Rods.

Faced by a figure wearing a gray cloak and an exaggerated long sword pinned to his waist, he passed by Rogue.

At that moment, Rogue stopped.

After a moment of hesitation, the other party also stopped.

At the same time as the two turned around, their gazes under the canopy stared at Rogue.

“The smell of elves.”

It was a husky female voice.

“Do you know any elf acquaintances.”

She asked in an emotionless tone.

“Elf friends, know a lot.”

Rogue had already guessed who he had met.

The champion of the first Martial Heart Festival, Alpha’s aunt – Martial God Beatrice.

“I’m looking for elves.”

“There are quite a few on the street.”

“It’s a cute child.”

Rogue nodded.

“Every elf is cute.”

“Any clue?”

“So, what are the characteristics of the elf you are looking for?”

“She should look like me, my sister’s orphan.”

“Oh…?”

“Do you have any impressions of elves who look like me?”

“So… Can you show me what you look like? ”

Communicating with her is no less difficult than facing Delta.

“That’s what I said.”

She removed the cloak that covered her face, revealing her plain face.

Rogue took a step closer and stared carefully at her beautiful face and pure blue eyes.

“Well, I’ve seen it.”

Rogue told the truth directly.

Her face resembles both Alpha and Olivier, except that her hair color is silver.

“Where is she?” (Read violent novels, just go to Feilu Fiction Network!) ）

Beatrice grabbed Rogue’s arm.

Hearing Rogue’s affirmative answer, Beatrice’s tone that had been anciently calm finally had a slight mood swing.

“Sorry, I can’t tell you.” Rogue smiled and shook his head back.

“This way.”

Beatrice let go of her hand, shrugged her shoulders with a pity look, and drew her sword in a natural motion.

There is no killing intent, not even a preparatory action, a killing blow.

Although this is a sword to the point, Rogue has never given the initiative to the other party’s choice.

With a click, Rogue twisted his neck.

So her sword swung away like this, and Rogue’s figure was lost in front of her eyes.

“Hah!”

In disbelief, Beatery turned her head and quickly looked in front of her.

It was obviously footsteps from behind.

The feeling of extreme danger was still where he had stood.

While suddenly turning around, he saw that the other party seemed to have not moved at all.

He raised his right hand flat in blue pupils, his middle finger against his thumb.

Can’t hide!

This is Béadoris’s intuition.

“Boo!”

Beatrice looked straight upwards, and was flicked on the forehead by the other party.

Obviously in front of him, he was there, but he could not detect his movement.

The gap is bigger than expected.

“Why?”

She just looked up at the ceiling.

“Because whether she wants to see you or not is up to herself.”

“After all, I even forgot my original name…”

“Well, I’m sorry, I don’t know that.”

She finally lowered her head and withdrew her sword, leaving a red mark on her smooth forehead.

“What’s your name?”

“Rogue Kagaino.”

Rogue held out his hand.

“I’m Beatrice.”

She hesitated and took Rogue’s hand.

……

Owe 4, make up for it over the weekend.

It is said that it is very embarrassing to write, redesign the plot behind it.