Chapter 47: Song of the Wind Song (6)

Tang Cuo feels that this world is really very unfriendly to him.
The tassel earrings seem to be clear now, and his eyes fall on his sword, and his face hidden under the mask reveals a sudden expression, saying, "It turned out to be the boy of the White Knights, what would you do if you said I killed now?" How about it? It must be fun."
Tang Cuo leaned on the sword and stared at him without speaking.
The tassel earrings continued: "It's much more fun to kill you than to kill Grand Duke. I think that the Grand Duke would have preferred to die instead of you."
Tang Cuo understood what he meant.
Frank is just a Principality within the genre of the Hundred Flowers. If Theodore dies here, his family will surely hold the royal family accountable. What's more, this box was sent by Xie Li as the Duke, who was assassinated.
This trick is indeed wonderful.
Tang Cuo wondered what this person had to do with the Rose Sect. He is so powerful that if he is to do anything against the Grand Duke, they will never have the opportunity to save people.
It's about his eyes are too straight, the tassel earrings smiled suddenly, "I like your eyes very much, like your brother."
But the way he expressed his preference was-kill you.
The powerful magic attack struck again, but Tangcuo couldn't avoid it this time, and could only use the sword of adjudication. The consequence of the hard connection is that he vomited blood again, and his body was as pained as being crushed.
"Cough, cough..." He knelt on one knee, his hands trembling with the sword.
Jin Cheng wanted to shoot, but his skill list and equipment bar were almost all sealed gray, and when his hand just touched the string of the small harp, the tassel earrings looked over.
"If I were you, I would not move."
Jin Cheng "Maybe we can talk about the conditions?"
Tassel earrings "Do you think you have any conditions to talk to me?"
Jin Cheng "Look what you want."
The tassel earrings tilted their heads and thought for a long time, but they didn't answer for a long time, and the tip of the umbrella had been lifted, and they were aimed at Tangcuo.
A moment of life and death.
All the air seemed to be compressed between square inches, not because it couldn't breathe, but that the air had completely blocked the trachea, constantly expanding, squeezing the original position of the blood, making the brain unable to think.
The little girl at the front desk covered her mouth tremblingly and didn't dare to make a sound. Others who were cleared by Jin Cheng from the magic circle also seemed to be strangled by their necks.
A drop of cold sweat slipped off Tang Cuo's forehead. He intuitively felt that Jin Cheng's language negotiation might not work. Sure enough, the tassel earrings looked back and said, "At this time, it is more interesting to kill the descendants of the White Knight."
He was laughing, and Tang Cuo's heart sank to the bottom.
However, neither Tangcuo nor Jin Cheng is a person who gives up easily, and death and admitting fate are completely different.
Tang Cuo still stared at the tassel earrings. The eyes belonging to Theodore were not so black and white, but the persistence in his eyes was exactly the same.
Under the deterrence of the umbrella tip, his right hand holding the hilt slipped quietly, the blade cut his palm, and blood flowed instantly.
This is called gambling.
In all stories with fantasy colors, whether it is Eastern or Western, blood is one of the important media that can evoke more powerful forces.
What effect will Theodore's blood drop have on the Sword of Verdict?
Tang Cuo doesn't know, but he can bet.
As the blood flowed down the sword of adjudication, the tassel earrings raised their eyebrows and opened their mouths to make a syllable. The colorful and kaleidoscope-like magic power gathered at the tip of the umbrella.
The next moment, the torrent of magic swept away to Tangcuo.
Jin Cheng also moved at this time.
His fingers quickly fluctuated the strings, and the attack of the sonic wave that was originally used on the bow strings was forcibly grafted on him. In the sound of "Zheng--", the strings made of sharp spider silk cut his fingertips.
The blood bead splashed and was shattered by the sound wave again.
The powerful sound wave collided with the magical torrent, like the wind stirring the sunset, the beauty was beautiful, and the sudden burst of energy shocked all the people present to vomit blood.
"Boom!" The ground was cracked, and the dark golden light of the magic circle flashed wildly, absorbing most of the impact, but it couldn't seem to completely resist it.
Tang Cuo gritted his teeth.
Pierce the ruling sword hard into the ground in front of you, and fix yourself firmly there. At the same time, the palm of the hand held the sword firmly, and the blood almost stained the silver sword red.
"Zheng--" Another sound of piano, a second shock.
Jin Cheng did not save Tang Cuo, but rushed towards the tassel earrings. When he was about to get close, he stooped down and pulled a short dagger from his boots. The cold light appeared, and the dagger flew out.
All of this happened in just three seconds.
"Tick." A drop of blood dripped from Tang Cuo's wrist, making a soft noise. The soft sound was infinitely magnified in his ears, and the torrent of magic was also in front of him, and at this time, the ruling Shenghui finally skyrocketed again.
The strong white holy light collided with the bright magic torrent, which was also mixed with the aftertone of the piano sound. In an instant, the entire second floor was swept in.
Tang Cuo lost his sight and soon lost his hearing. The internal organs seemed to be filled with broken blood vessels, shielding him from all perception. He could only hold his sword tightly and tried his best not to be knocked down.
This process is very long, but it may only take a moment.
After a while, the cracking sound of the "bang" window was forcibly inserted.
"Aesop!" The cold anger drew with warmth.
Tang Cuo barely opened his eyes and saw a familiar halo set on himself. He didn't dare to open his mouth, fearing that he would fall down, but his eyes could still see the figure in black dress.
Roger Reed.
Two figures, one black and one white, fought. Roger Reid and Aesop in his mouth were almost equal. Jin Cheng finally had the opportunity to approach Tang Cuo, and he immediately decided a bottle of high-level healing medicaments to infuse him, holding his crazy falling health.
"Cough, cough..." Tang Cuo finally took a sigh of relief, opened the character panel and looked at it-familiar 3.
Jin Cheng actually suffered a lot of injuries. Although Aesop’s magical attack was directed towards Tangcuo, Jin Cheng dare to attack in person, but broke into the storm center directly.
"Go." Jin Cheng backed Tangcuo and retreated immediately without saying a word. He doesn't care what Roger Reid and Aesop look like.
It made people quickly retreat to the first floor, while the bounty hunters on the first floor were attracted by the fight between the two big brothers, and no one noticed them for the time being.
But as soon as the two of them came downstairs, the system began to play prompt sounds.
"Ding!"
"Ding!"
"Ding!"
Jin Cheng immediately opened the system panel and found that the main line mission had changed from "survival" to "rescue alliance member". The heroic and upright knight Theodore, and the kind minstrel Lancelot, will definitely not save others from death.
Oh, this copy of humane caring role-playing.
In order not to be struck by thunder, Jin Cheng had to carry Tang Cuo back again.
The second floor has already fallen. Under the strong impact just now, everyone was injured although they were not dead. Jin Cheng put down Tangcuo and quickly filled everyone with medicine,
After busy with all this, the main line task changed again.
The current mainline mission tells Roger Reed the truth.
hat?
the truth? What is the truth?
Jin Cheng's head was instantly covered with question marks, and it was then that Roger Reed came back. He still came in from the broken window, carrying a broken rag doll in his hand, glancing at the seriously injured Tang Cuo with one eye, and a face full of ice.
"What's going on?" he asked.
Jin Cheng only hesitated for three seconds, "ding", and the system gave him a reminder again.
Life and death question and answer.
Jin Cheng didn't change his face, and answered "It's Dr. Albert. The person you called Aesop just now lurked in Française under the alias of Dr. Albert. I knew that tunnel from him. I didn’t say it directly because I wasn’t sure—Dr. Albert was a good person, and he saw me.

After hearing this, Roger Reed asked again "Why would he tell you the truth?"
Jin Cheng then said solemnly, "He wants to get me in."
Roger Reid gave him a deep look, and he couldn't see the letter or not, but he didn't ask any more, and the system didn't continue to play Jin Cheng's prompt tone. Jin Cheng knew that it was over.
As for whether Aesop is a doctor or not, Jin Cheng is not sure, and he is still betting.
At the end, Jin Cheng looked at the puppet in his hand and couldn't help but ask, "Your Excellency Roger Reed, what is that?"
Roger Reid "The Doll. Aesop is not here. If he comes in person, you will have died."
Jin Cheng didn't rashly ask about Aesop's identity. Such a powerful person may be as famous as the supervisor Roger Reid. It's strange to have never heard of it.
Soon, Roger Reed left.
Celtic hurried back, seeing a mess on the second floor, his entire face collapsed. When I learned that Roger Reed was gone, I even thumped my chest, "How can I not keep up!"
According to Celtic, there were several magic formations discovered in the white leaf area, all with obvious Rose style. The specific uses of these magic arrays are still under investigation, but fortunately they are discovered early, no matter what the use is all strangled in the cradle.
Celtic was happy when he said it, but Tang Cuo didn't think so.
He opened the system panel, and the main task became again-back to Baiye District.
Celtic still said, "Not only is it a red priest now, even the rebel Aesop has appeared, Fran is just a little duchy, I really don't know what they all gathered here to do? I have to inform the headquarters as soon as possible, let They will send more people to come."
Aesop the rebel.
Jin Cheng's eyes turned and asked, "Is he famous? I just came from the country of Yueyin. I don't seem to have heard of this name."
Celtic wasn’t Roger Reed. He didn’t think about it. Instead, he showed a little interest when he heard the words
Moon Hidden Land
and said,
I have rarely seen Moon Hidden in France for so many years. The people of the country are really far away, and I haven’t heard of Aesop’s name. It was normal. He was originally a prince of a country, and his status was distinguished. Later, he somehow turned to the Rose Sect and became an incarnation of evil. Rebellion Aesop is well-known, and his strength is similar to that of His Excellency Roger Reid. You should be careful when you see him later."
At this point, the potion had already worked. Although Tang Cuo's injury was not good, he had recovered his ability to move. He stood up and said to Celtic: "The box was sent by the Grand Duke. This matter should be notified to the palace immediately."
Celtic slapped his head, "Look at me, how can you forget such an important thing."
After the speech was over, Celtic did it immediately. Tang Cuo and Jin Cheng exchanged glances. While no one else came to talk, they immediately found an opportunity to leave the office and proceeded to Baiye District according to the task instructions.
Tangcuo changed his clothes halfway, and he was injured from time to time. The scrap rate of clothes was too high, so he simply prepared two more sets.
"Aesop and the red priests are a group of people, but their course of action is different, and I am afraid that the relationship is not close." Tang Cuo said while walking.
"How to say?" Jin Cheng said.
"Assuming that Aesop is Dr. Albert, then he has been lurking in the center of the city for so long. With his strength, it is possible to break into the palace directly. The assassins spent so much energy and still failed to succeed. Dr. Burt is not at home."
"Which of Aesop and the Red Priest are stronger?"
"Aesop."
Tang Cuo relies on intuitive judgment, but he is very determined. The priest in red looked very powerful with a rose bomb in one hand, and there was indeed a way to escape from Roger Reed, but Aesop felt more terrifying. Only one magic figure can achieve absolute power crushing, so strong that people do not know how to resist.
Jin Cheng said, "Aesop looks like it is free from the Rose sect, whether it is dressed or acting in a different style from the previous people. Perhaps they have a disagreement? Aesop has Aesop's plan, but the red priest While he was away, he took the lead in implementing his own plan. Aesop may not be in his early position, but he must be irritated by the authentic leak, so he just had what happened."
Tang Cuo "The question is, which school is Pastor Peter?"
Judging from the current situation, Peter and the red priest should be together, but there is no absolute thing.
Baiye District.
The guards patrolled everywhere, but now the Grand Duke is no longer here. The guards follow him back, and there are not many people who can be divided here. When leaving the office, Tang Cuo saw that Celtic urgently issued a bounty mission in the name of the Ivy League-to let ordinary members of the Ivy League search everywhere in the Principality, including but not limited to the white leaf area. The traces of the Rose Sect Magic Circle, whoever finds it, can get a gold coin reward.
This gave Tangcuo a new understanding of the Ivy League, which is not only crowded but also rich.
The two entered the white leaf area, but the main line task was not updated, so they decided to go to see the residence of Lancelot and Buzz first. From Buzz's words, they should live in a place called Dongjie.
Jin Cheng said, "We always have a special relationship with the street with the word "dong"."
East Street is easy to find. The place with the most rented rooms is that all the houses are crowded and leaned against each other, like a mix of black building blocks. Fortunately, it is still clean.
Based on Baz's enthusiasm, Jin Cheng determined that most of the people here should know him, so he found the less important old lady nc on the roadside, and successfully obtained Baz's specific address.
128 East Street.
No. 128 is a group rent apartment, a dozen families live here, the lighting is not very good, and the aisle is only one meter wide. The key in Jin Cheng's hand opened the door of the room at the end of the corridor. It was a small but clean room with a small blue wind chime hanging on the only window. There was even a simple kitchen next to it.
A stove, a pot, and a cutting board hanging on the wall. Coal and various debris were piled up neatly in the corner, not messy at all.
There was only a simple single bed in the room, and Jin Cheng found a floor under the bed that could be pulled out. The quilts are spliced ​​with rags, but they are all made of cotton and feel soft to the touch.
In addition to this, there is no extra furniture in the room, and the clothes are stacked in a large rattan box. The box was used as a table, with a broken clay pot as a vase, and a few fresh wildflowers inserted, and the floral scent slightly diluted the lingering medicine in the room.
Jin Cheng fiddled with wildflowers and said, "Baz is indeed a good friend."
Tang Cuoshen thought so, but he thought he would trigger a sideline plot here, and turned around in circles, but got nothing. Jin Cheng sometimes looked at his pale face and saw him seeing it almost. He touched his belly and said, "Go out to eat, or fire here?"
Tang Cuo turned back.
"are you not hungry?"
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"You just seemed to come back to me."
"You see it?"
Jin Cheng spread his hand, he felt that Tang Cuo's expression was simply too readable, and those who could not understand might be stupid.
Tang Cuo continued to be expressionless. He wondered why his thoughts could always be seen by Jin Cheng. In the long run, he is not good at secretly cursing people.
In the end, the two decided to go out to eat, so as not to mess up the house that Baz worked hard to clean up, and before leaving, it was rare for the conscience to find the ground back in place.
"Go." Jin Cheng clapped and stood up.
Tang Cuo still squatted on the ground, reaching for the dark lines on the floor and frowning slightly.
Jin Cheng wondered, "What's wrong?"
Tang Cuo didn't answer immediately, but quickly checked the floor in other places, and finally scraped his nails through a crack in the floor before putting it under his nose—
"The smell of blood."