Vol 2 Chapter 68: Just want to understand 1 thing

> The person in front of me is the demon who decapitates 34 officers above the rank of a single person, and is also his former colleague and boss. The shock and fear in Eindal’s mind is involuntary-perhaps only this kind of person can stand The position of the giant of the heretical ruling is stable and no one dares to shake it?
"Now call me Maxim, the third consul of the heretical ruling court. Don’t use that creed to deal with me. I’m tired of it."
The bald head raised his hand suddenly, the ground vibrated, and then an invisible barrier enveloped the two. The noisy sounds around him disappeared instantly, as if a layer of cover was buckled in the ear.
"Sound barriers, I don't think anyone will mention all the conversations in the future, but only if you tell me what you know. The "regional rule" of the creed does not allow you to investigate beyond the boundary. Explain the reason."
Short deadlock and silence.
"Because Sulfuras Scepter."
Irindal told the truth after a psychological struggle-she understood that any tricks she would face before this guy would be a joke, one fight is one thing, and the judgment after realizing the reality is what a mature assassin should do In the shadow, she should have cold blood but not the warrior's blood.
"It seems that you still use permissions to read through the information."
Maxim seems to have sorted out the causes and consequences without asking any more questions, and Ilyndal’s quick thinking made him unable to keep up with the rhythm.
So, you are now investigating in danger? I can tell you about the group of the Japanese elves. Death has something to do with the scepter, but if you change your mind, you will find that your efforts are not worth it."
His pair of never-feeling eyes looked at Elindal, but he seemed to be staring at a fellow.
"For that scepter, three round table knights, three golden compass council mages, an "always night" class assassin and the "giant sword Gordon" all paid a painful price, and it was not just elves that were affected. The same is true of humans."
Irindal was silent, but the current message had rolled up in her heart.
"If you are a member of the general creed, I will not talk so much with you, "creed" has now changed, and it is no longer the original organization that adheres to its creed, no matter what is the reason for your violation of the organization’s regulations, I will Surely you have the courage that deserves my recognition."
"I won't work for you."
The Japanese elf suddenly interrupted Maxim's words and pointed at the point.
Maxim didn’t seem to be annoyed by Irindal’s attitude, but just smiled, reached out to remove the soundproof barrier, and when the dense elements in the air gradually disappeared, he turned away and whispered:
When consulting that information, Your whereabouts have been closely monitored, the consequences, I need not say more?"
After talking about it, Maxim disappeared into the darkness, while Irindal slumped slumped on the ground, breathing fresh air in his sweat-sweet mouth--Maxim had no end to himself in the soundproof enchantment. The horror of eruption erupted, and Ilyndal was under tremendous pressure.
The release of the breath alone is so terrifying, Ilindal can hardly imagine how powerful this horror butcher is.
But now, she has come and gone to investigate Murphys and Sulfuras Scepter, the former senior member of the creed, now known as Maxim, has sentenced Ilindal to death with the last sentence before he left.
"damn it"
Irindal hit the ground fiercely with his fist, and when he raised his head again, his eyes brought a bit of decisiveness and rebellion, got up, and suddenly jumped over the giant tree in front of him, and the figure of the Japanese elf disappeared in a blink of an eye. In the jungle.
Murphy got the letter Lilith gave to him the next day.
He had been tense for days, finally he was relieved, sitting on the wood and reading it several times, and finally threw the letter into the bonfire that had not been burned, looking at the smoke that was floating.
Byzantine's attitude is clear in the letter written by the prince-wanted will be gradually withdrawn, but Murphy will not immediately obtain a legal status, because he was convicted of a felony such as "heresy" and "blasphemy", he may be in three years It will not be qualified to disclose his name in the empire within five years. Of course, another meaning of this sentence is that after three or five years, Murphy should return to Byzantium to continue to be the heir to the nobility.
At least in terms of the current attitude of the royal family, there is no resistance.
The letter did not mention any private matters, not even the only words or greetings of the Duke of Akar, which is one of the reasons why Murphy was somewhat stunned. At the age of 16, he seemed to have a little concept of family relations for the first time- -There are always people who are willing to stare at themselves in the distance, paving the road silently without asking for anything in return.
Murphy had an inexplicable emotion, and he suddenly wanted to go back to Constantine, to sit in the cathedral at Tarrens College, and watch Aquinas' vicissitudes and indifferent voices lecture.
"The army of Gabriel is moving."
Connor's figure appeared silently beside Morpheus. "They are evacuating from Fei Leng Cui in an orderly manner, and they don't seem to want to stand in this protruding area as a target."
"The mission is complete, ready to evacuate." Murphy, who was interrupted by his thoughts, got up and walked to several tents not far away.
Connor bowed back, not expecting that the hard-working plan for such a long time would be completely completed after less than a day of fighting, but he still turned around without any complaint to gather the scouts of the Hollier family, raised his head and looked up to the sky It seems that the Earl blood family has forgotten the days when the Meeks family slept in the old castle.
Ten meters away, Murphy opened Christina's tent and walked in without any worries, but he saw the widow just got up and changed his clothes, but the young boy had a superfluous expression. None, directly asked: "Give me an address of your secret dark pile in Fording, I need to transport something from Byzantium."
There was no room for politeness in the straightforward request.
Christina, who was half-dressed, was embarrassed and abnormal, but soon realized her current position, and continued her movements. She wore the noble robe that had not been changed for a long time with her back to Murphy. Write a series of addresses with a quill pen and reach out to Murphy.
She raised her arms without realizing the crumbling of her full breasts, but only the unspeakable tension and panic-she understood that it was related to her life after all.
"Clean up things and leave before dark."
Murphy, who took the parchment and left, only left this sentence. From the beginning to the end, his eyes did not even have extra movement, which deeply frustrated countless Christina men.
However, as a weak woman, except for her economic acumen and full body, she did not help Murphy. She also understood that whether she could survive depends on how much she could help Murphy next.
Thinking of how to reply to Lilith, Murphy came to the Ashkandi tent, Ting stepped and asked, "Ashkandi?"
no respond.
Murphy frowned and found that he could not feel Ashkandi's breath in the tent.
out?
Some hesitant Murphy reached up and raised the tent, but after taking a step closer to the strange eyes of the pair of eyes.
"Hello there."
Unfamiliar voices, unfamiliar expressions, unfamiliar eyes and eyes, the only thing that is familiar is the black robe and the "Roland Song".
The pages are opened, and the third page of "Roland's Song" is displayed in Murphy's field of vision. There is an illustration in the middle of it. It is a knight holding a battle flag and pulling the reins forward.
Pale and slender fingers held the book lightly, his cheeks raised slightly on his side, his smile was light, but friendly and quiet.
Murphy's head went blank almost instantaneously--what went wrong?
Encountered by this mutation, he almost reached for his sword, but stared at the woman in front of him, unable to think.
At this moment, what Murphy had instinctively thought was not whether Ashkandi had a new personality in front of him, but a sudden inexplicable fear.
He was scared, and the red eyes queen disappeared.
This uncontrollable emotion caused Murphy to take a step back, his lips trembling, but he finally said two words: "Hello."
Ten seconds of embarrassment and silence.
The two heads faced each other again, Murphy was dumbfounded, but Ashcandy was curious-the green eyes were pure and green with the girl, and they were clearly looking at each other, but not because of shame. Look away.
"Murpheus &ampbull Windsor, I am from Byzantium."
The ghost was so miserable, Murphy introduced himself softly, and Ashkandi didn’t have any precautions, smiling: "Ashkandi &ampbull Misrae, I’m from the Fording Empire, your Fording The language is very good."
Murphy, who was standing in front of Ashcandi, somehow answered.
He was hesitating, should he ask that question bluntly-but when he turned his attention to Ashkandi, his brow suddenly shrugged.
The woman in front of her seemed to have some problems with her legs.
Ashcandy noticed this gaze, and said without hesitation: "It has been like this since I was a kid, so I have no way to get out."
She smiled indifferently, but Murphy felt worried.
The helplessness brought about by the cruel reality reminded Murphy of what he did when he told Tang Jidi's story about his comrades-in-arms. Although he often laughed, his eyes were always quietly moist. Now I want to come, maybe it is the sorrow and It hurts.
"Is there no way to use a cane?"
Murphy's agitated mood gradually calmed down and calmed down, following Ashkandi's topic, but naturally walked to this humble bed. Seeing Ashkandi didn't object, he sat gently beside him. Come on as a stool stone.
"My father won't let it." Ashcandy felt a little helpless and reached out to lightly manage her hair. "Where is this place?"
"A camp in the wild, I am the captain of the mercenary," the crappy scam made Murphy nervous. "Can you remember how you got here?"
His heart was beating fast, even though the strange Ashcandi did not have any dangerous breath, it made him feel more unacceptable than the queen who had been in trouble.
"Sorry, I am always amnestic," the woman whose legs are slightly weird and unable to walk out of bed has some blushing, "Father let me go with me, so-- glad to meet you, Murphy, I want to know What do I need to do now?"
Murphy swallowed and was very entangled with Ashkandi, who seemed to be no different from ordinary people. In order not to make any baskets, he responded quickly: "You are the target of the mercenary team. Departure, do you need breakfast? Ashkandi-Miss."
"Just call me Ashkandi, if there is breakfast, I think I need a copy, thank you."
Very polite reply, educated, but not pretentious, compared with the black eye Ashcandi, Murphy was almost unable to generate resistance. He left the tent and took a deep breath after walking out of the tent.
Leaving step by step and turning back, when Murphy walked into the tent with bacon and bread three minutes later, what he saw was Ashcandi stretching his waist to cover his mouth and yawning.
The red eyes turned, and the familiar queen lazily rubbed her eyebrows, saw Murphy walk in with the food in her mouth, and raised her lips slightly, saying, "Why? Start learning how to deal with women?"
This kind of joke made Murphy froze at the door and took a deep breath, as if sitting on the stone as if collapsed.
Ashkandi looked at him, UU read www. uukanshu.com is unknown, but after seeing Murphy take a few deep breaths, he gently passes the bread over.
The movement took the bread naturally, but Ashcandy was stunned at the next moment, because she saw that Murphy was pulling out a dagger to silently slice the bacon. But the queen who was about to say something suddenly had no idea what to do.
Has anyone ever cared about the Red Eye Queen?
From the day of birth, full of hatred and hostility, from the beginning to the end of the killing, maybe the person with Ashcandy in mind, all eliminate her as soon as possible, right?
"Is something wrong?"
Ashcandi asked instinctively, and then saw Murphy cut the bacon's dagger for a moment, then the teenager looked up and said, "It's nothing, but suddenly I want to understand something."
It's just one thing.
Murphy stretched out his hand and placed the sliced ​​bacon on the bread in Ashcandi's hands, smiling slightly.