Chapter 687: Recorder Avril (center)

"Give him my skin?"
The guard looked down at the red-brown leather on his shoulders. The snake-shaped tress behind his head raised like a spear-throwing arm.
"This is my skin."
Another court guard groaned and ripped off the gray leather on his body and handed it to the Hawks.
"Come."
He said:
"For you, this is a gift from Bitul for the bird."
"Is this some kind of contract?"
Avril asked cautiously that she didn't want to owe a certain Oke's favors indistinctly. Although she heard them occasionally, she also knew that it was good to owe Ouke.
Facing the cautious eyes of the Hawks, the Guardian who handed the leather shook his head.
"No, it doesn't involve any debt, but when you tell my story, you may be able to remember this, and by the way, I am very generous."
"When I tell your story?"
"Yes, haven't you always remembered? Then you will talk about it, and you will remember to say more good things to me at that time, saying that I gave you this piece of Skogelpi, and remember to give Val Ke speaks as a selfish miser."
Avril looked up at Walker, who had just refused to warm her, and was surprised to find that his eyes flashed like a lantern in the cold darkness.
It seemed that he was going to start with Bituul, but he found that Kundraka was staring at himself, and he was frustrated.
"I'm just..."
He mumbled, and the enchantress did not hear much.
Avril wrapped Oak's gift around her body. The smell was not good, but at least it was able to withstand the cold. She had never felt that cold.
After a short breath, she looked up at Okundraka.
"I still don't understand."
"I know."
"No, no."
The Hawks replied in frustration:
"At this time you should explain, at this time you should tell me everything will be explained clearly."
"But I can't say that, some things will be explained, but not everything, because it is never a good idea to explain everything clearly."
They came to the edge.
The long and dull journey came to an abrupt end. They stood in front of a tall building, which may have been the residence of a rich man, but now it is silent, only the occasional low bark and roar in the dark corner , Will break this infiltrating silence.
The road leading to the gate of the mansion continued to extend forward, also hidden in the darkness, and the winter wind blew from bottom to top.
"Where are you going now?"
"Go forward yourself."
Avril went from their side to the depths of the mansion, and through the devastated garden, she came to an antechamber, a bizarre space full of totems and columns, and some kind of weird grunt.
She could perceive a gray figure in the front, a huge shadow entangled in the ruddy firelight, this is the source of that voice.
Avril could still hear a low, rapid gasp, as if it were a giant beast that was troubled by heat.
Later, the figure spoke, and Avril felt that the other party's voice was shaking his diaphragm.
Fear rushed into his heart, but interestingly, it was a clean and simple feeling that was easier to bear than the aversion caused by those totems.
"I do not understand--"
The Hawk Harpy shook her head and whispered:
"I do not understand what you are saying."
The voice thundered again.
"Sir, I can hear your words, but I can't understand that language."
Avril explained again.
Blinking, the figure moved, looking directly at her, and finally the eagle-body banshee saw the other person's face through the suddenly rising fire.
"I heard you know our language."
Mogdzhogen said.
Later, the psionic boss stood up straight, like a rock giant awakened from an ancient sleep.
"Human language, our language, you heard both of them fluently."
Every syllable in his words was mixed with the low roar unique to Ok, the large body of the psionic warlord made Avril stunned, he was far superior to ordinary Ok in every way, it was like seeing a deity.
It seems that there is a classic statue with superb craftsmanship suddenly activated, overlooking the sentient beings with a magnificent posture that is more than 50 to 70% of the ordinary figure.
"Why? Did you stop talking?"
"Sir, I..."
Avril hesitated for a while and said:
"Your Excellency... are you speaking Ukrainian?"
"I am now."
"Then I don't understand--"
The Hawk Lady shook her head. She desperately hoped that her voice would not look so pathetic and weak.
"I was able to speak Ukrainian before I was brought here, but then again, I didn't speak at all until I reached the sinister wasteland, so I don't know what's going on here."
The psionic boss pouted thoughtfully.
"I Xunsi confirms my long-standing view that you have been touched by something in your mind."
"Your Excellency, this is not easy to accept. If it does, then I cannot trust myself."
Avril knew that these occult powers were often abnormal. This is a well-known fact. Even the occupants knew that believing in a crazy wizard was as stupid as putting his head in a fire.
"Imagine what happened to you before~EbookFREE.me~ Mog Drogan's words seemed to have some kind of magic power, and Avril suddenly found that her memories became a blur, everyone, familiar people, they I don't seem to have any impression on my face.
This fact is deeper than the impact of the other party's words.
"So why do you tolerate me? I don't deserve trust."
"Oh, sit down."
The psionic boss said, he held out a giant palm and pointed to a stone chair beside him.
"Sit down, let's talk."
Mog Drogan also sat on a stone chair, and within his reach was a silver bowl full of wine.
His armor only covered the torso and appeared dark, as if it had been smoked in a blacksmith's shop, but Avril felt that it was only the effect of the shadow of fire, she believed that this armor would be in broad daylight Gem-like light green color.
This is not the thickest and firmest Avril has seen, but it must be the most scarred armor.
A variety of sword marks and gunshot wounds spread all over it, and they were also decorated with many leather knots and inscribed insignias. Mogzhogen had a piece of black pleated leather on his shoulders. The woods, or the dark clouds that pierce the mountains.
He is different from the average thin neurotic boy, his muscles protrude, and his skin is like the green leaves of midsummer. After getting close, Avril can see a faint aura appear on his head.
Lord Psionics has a very stylish Sgouge hairstyle, thick braids hanging on his breastplate, and a smooth stone at the end, and the rest of the hair is fixed by wax into a sharp mane.
Avril watched Mog Drogan sit down. He took a sip of wine from the bowl from time to time, still breathing with a grin, like a huge beast that was so hot and unable to remove its fur.