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"Red?"
The red-haired man said: "Your judgment seems to be wrong, or you still have to doubt whether my hair color is dyed, and whether the pupil color is done with hands and feet, do you want to check it?"
"Uh... no more, no more." Cessani was a little embarrassed.
The red-haired man put on his clothes again and said, "It seems that I should not be Silest in your mouth."
Cessnair asked: "But how did your clothes come from? Dark Fag robe."
The red-haired man said: "I don't seem to know you enough to tell you everything about yourself. We don't even know the other person's name."
"My name is Cezanneir."
The red-haired man said: "I'm not interested in your name. Now I want to read a book. If you have nothing else, please leave."
Cessnair hit a nail and had to leave in a huff.
...
Returning to her hotel room, Césanil lay on the bed in frustration, thinking secretly: "Alice said that the person who attacked at night was like her master. Whether or not she said that the person was white-haired, but That guy has red hair, so he is not the one who attacked us at night. But if it were not for him, who else would be hiding in Shaba Chau, but not a master?"
With a tray, Mona brought a cup of lemon tea and said, "Master, drink something."
"Thank you, I'm feeling thirsty." Cesanil took a sip of lemon tea and placed it on the bank of the table next to it, thinking about his thoughts again. After a while, he found that Monina was still around and asked, "Well, are you still sleeping?"
Monina leaned her chin on it and sat quietly in a chair beside the bed. When the host asked, she said, "If the host doesn't sleep, I won't sleep. What the host needs, Monina can help."
Cesanil smiled warmly in his heart and touched her head: "No, you go to rest, it's late."
But Monina didn't leave, and asked, "Master, what are you thinking? Is it a matter of dark robes?"
"Well. The man refused to tell me how he got the Dark Fai robe. But I will definitely track down this matter, but I am afraid that it will not work by force." Cesanil said: "There is also the matter of Dragon Zero At that time, Teacher Sophia helped me, and I owe her a favor. Since she entrusted me to find a dragon for her, I will try my best whether I can do it or not."
Monina said: "I don't know what Dragon Zero is. But I think the master is not new to Dragon Zero, it seems to have known it for a long time. Master, you become the feather phoenix of our eagle demon clan, but I don't know anything about you. I don’t understand, not even your life story."
Cesanil said: "It doesn't matter if you don't understand, your patriarch trusts me. Or he won't agree that I took away the dark source pheasant and sent you to follow me to help me."
"Don't you think the patriarch sent me to monitor you?" Monina asked tentatively.
Cesanil laughed: "What is it, what is it? I took away such an important treasure of the eagle demon clan, and he should send someone to follow me. It should be your cute little eagle devil. ."
Monina smiled happily.
Cezanneir said: "Right, how do I think you seem to have a lot of opinions on Alice. Usually you are so obedient and obedient, but today you have a little temperament, what is wrong with her?"
"No." Monina denied at the beginning.
"Ok?"
Monina bowed her head and said, "Well, I admit I don't like her."
"why?"
"Because I think the master looks at her differently. When I was in Xisha City, that day after she hit the white skull, you looked at her even more differently."
"Uh, is there?" Although Césanil said this in his mouth, he remembered the look of Alice, and there was a sweet smile with a silly smile.
"Look, look, this is how it is now." Mo Nina suddenly surprised: "Master, are you in love with her?"
Césanil did not deny: "Maybe. I heard that there is a kind of love called love at first sight."
...
Early the next morning, the mysterious red-haired man packed his luggage, covered his head with a gauze, put on a sand-proof cloak, took a camel, and was about to leave here. He happened to meet Césanil on the road.
"Why, are you leaving?" Cessani stopped in the middle of the road.
"Otherwise? Are you planning to live here for a long time?"
"Why did you choose to leave at this time? The bottle with the treasure map hasn't been found yet." Césarnier said again: "Or have you found it?"
The red-haired man smiled and said, "What do you think I came for?
"Is not it?"
"Of course not." The red-haired man said: "Everyone is looking for a magic bottle at the bottom of the lake. When have you seen it? Okay, don't block me, I really have to leave."
Cesanil gave way and watched him go away.
Monina said: "Master, this person is very strange."
Cezanneir said: "Of course he is strange, it is not surprising that I will not stare at him."
"But he is gone, what should the master do?"
Cezanier narrowed his eyes slightly and said, "He walks and we walk."
Monina was surprised and said: "Let's go too!? But..."
Cezanneir said: "Whether the bottle is on him or not, it is definitely no longer in Shabazhou. Since we have no clue, then he is the only clue, even if the bottle is really not from him. We can also find a way to figure out the origin of his dark robes. Go, keep up with him."
"Aren't you going to call Alice you like on the road?" Monina jealous.
Cezanneir just smiled and followed.
...
At noon, Alice could not find a way to find the bottle, so she had to go to Cesanil, and when she arrived at the hotel, she knew that he had checked out. Back to Jennifer together and told them the situation.
Lucas said: "Since he has gone, we have also gone, and those who have taken away the bottle will certainly not stay in Shaba Chau. Cesanil must have thought of this before leaving."
Ruerke said: "But where should we go? Should we go to Cezanneir or go our own way?"
Lucas said: "The sheepskin map is incomplete and cannot be solved. Looking for the map of the tomb is our primary goal. Cesaniir will leave early in the morning, and there are no clues that we don't know. Even if there is no His goal is the same as ours, and he will also try to find people who have taken away the bottle, so we just need to find him."
"But where to find it?" Coldman asked.
Lucas said: "I have thought about this. Whether he is going north or south, he will go to Kongsberg, which is the nearest town to Shaba Chau and a market. East, In the three directions of south and west, no matter where he goes, the nearest foothold is there. Even if he intends to go north to the desert, he will first go to Kongsburg to supply, so it is right to go there."
Everyone thought that Lucas made sense, and asked the hotel to bring the desert toot-bird to the south of Kongsburg.
However, Cezanier did not go south to Kongsburg as they expected, but was walking towards the desert in the north. Or not that he had to go to the northern desert, but the direction of the red-haired man.
In the desert, the red-haired man walked slowly on a camel, and Cesanil did not know where to find a camel mount, and slowly followed the red-haired man.
The red-haired man glanced back at them and said, "When is a person like you also lingering on someone like an impotence."
"Am I entangled with you?" Cessani actually seemed to be a rogue and refused to admit: "Everyone in such a large desert can go, you can, I can, how can I be entangled with you?"
The red-haired man knew that there was no point in saying such a rogue word to him, so he had to knock on the abdomen with his heels to speed up and run forward.
Cesanil grinned: "So I want to get rid of me? Dreaming too much. Monina, stare at him in the air, no matter where he runs, he will follow."
"Yes." Monina flew to the sky, her excellent eyesight allowed her to see clearly the ant-like figure even if she was flying high.
...
At night, the red-haired man stopped and hid behind a sheltered earth mountain and raised a bonfire. Soon a hoof ran over and slowly stopped before the campfire: "I said, don't you want to get rid of me."
The red-haired man fry the steak in a frying pan and said, "I really don't understand why you must follow me."
Cesanil jumped off the camel and sat opposite Monina, saying, "Because I have a gut feeling, the bottle is on you."
"Even if I'm not gray-haired, it's not Silest in your mouth?"
Cesanil nodded: "Yes, even if there are so many unreasonable places, I still feel the same." He turned his eyes and stared at the hand of the red-haired man: "Are you married?"
The red-haired man blocked the ring on his ring finger with his hand: "It's none of your business."
"People who get married as young as you are are rare." Cesanil said: "The ring is pretty. Where did you buy it?"
The red-haired man stopped talking.
Cezanneir said: "You know, married men are generally very happy, especially when they first get married. It seems that your age should be shortly after getting married? Why not stay with your beautiful wife at home, but Running to such a wild country, in case something goes wrong in the desert, isn't your wife going to be a widow? Gee, yeah, it's really pitiful and so pitiful to be a widow at such a young age."
Cesanil added: "Actually I sometimes think that if a man has left his wife for too long, maybe his wife will not be widowed. You think, young pretty widow, that must be coveted by many people. Three feet, plus you have been away for a long time, women, it is unavoidable to be empty and lonely, with any neighbors, friends, boyfriends of female girlfriends, boyfriends of male girlfriends, something strange happens, that is also Something common."
Monina looked at Césarnier strangely. She felt that her master's words had changed today, and she said like a complete rogue rogue.
Cezanneir continued: "But you don't have to worry, as young as you, with good health and ability, your wife will definitely not have a leg with other men. Even if she wants to have it, people who know you will be afraid I’m afraid to cause trouble. But people I don’t know are hard to say. I’ll tell you something. This is a story I heard, but a friend in the pub told me. He told me that there is A man, a very powerful and powerful man, he has a very beautiful wife, as beautiful as a fairy. But this man is not at home for a long time, this wife is very lonely, she goes to hook up with other men. But know Her men didn’t dare to have a relationship with him, because they were afraid that the woman’s husband would teach them when they knew it. Later, guess what, this woman is like a wonderful good way. She, she put on a mask and put herself on Disguised as a woman who has lost her foot, she is singing every day, and she has a new husband every night. Haha, what do you think of her idea?"
Monina blushed when she heard such a story. When she saw the owner's cheesy face, she really wanted to slap him in the past. But she immediately understood the intention of the host, Césanil, to provoke the other party.
However, the red-haired man turned a deaf ear to Cesanil's words and only used his thoughts on the schnitzel. When the schnitzel was half-cooked, he took it down and ate it. But he hadn't eaten his mouth yet, and suddenly a gust of wind hit him, and Césarnier quickly attacked a few tricks, seizing the opportunity to grab the steak in the hands of the red-haired man.
"Well, it's delicious. Your skill of making schnitzel is really good." Cezanneir's mouth is ambiguous, and the taste of the schnitzel is delicious. Until the schnitzel is finished, he licks his fingers, but his eyes are like The eagle looked sharply at the red-haired man's reaction.
What about red-haired men? Unresponsive, he squatted down again and found the paper-packed fresh meat in the bag and placed it in the pan, slowly frying a new steak.
Césarnier smiled and said, "Why, is the impression of taking things away from others familiar?"
The red-haired man waved a small saucepan in his hand, poured some olive oil, and sprinkled some pepper powder and salt. The fresh steak was frying in a small pot. He sniffed it in front of the pan and felt quite satisfied. He turned the steak over and turned it slightly on the campfire.
Cesanil's expression finally changed, becoming less rogue and rogue, and less pretentious. He stared coldly at the silent red-haired man: "Well, you won."
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