Vol 3 Chapter 5: A knight with a story, an efficient assassin

>Only after entering the house, Murphy did not ask her to sit down politely, but said nothing, but Jeanna, who was a dark servant, knelt on one knee, and bowed her head with the knight's loyalty to the lord. in silence.
The simple relationship between master and servant forced by Sulfuras' scepter is doomed to not have too much nonsense at this meeting.
"As your master, I need to understand a few things," Murphy looked at the high-level knight in front of him: "Explain the reason for your sudden rise in strength."
In the previous battle, soaring to the top of the high-level knight and even faintly showing signs of breakthrough, Jeana was quiet and abnormal at the moment. She raised her head and whispered: "The number of demons has increased, so my strength has increased simultaneously."
"Will it continue to increase, is there an end?"
"Until the day I die."
Let Na look expressionless, still the look of the war machine, and doesn't seem to care about death at all.
"If the monster disappears, what will happen?"
Murphy pointed his finger at the faint bulge that let Na walk past her arm at the moment, and he had clearly felt that the number of monsters was much greater than before.
"This will cause the body to withstand the sudden withdrawal of strength and the collapse of the soul, and then collapse ♀ is the result of the research of the heretical verdict."
Jeana’s voice was still cold. Those godless eyes stared at the ground, her long dark blond hair hanging down, and no underwear was worn under her gauze. This may be a habit unique to a pure warrior, even on her chest. The two raised points are exceptionally obvious.
But no one cares about this at the moment, because there is no one in the house who thinks with his lower body--especially Murphys, a teenager who has no extra "fun" at all.
Facing Jeanne's answer, Murphy sighed slightly, and then pointed to the seat next to him: "The following questions, I said as a "partner", you have the right not to answer."
Jeanna stood up obediently, sitting opposite Murphy, sitting upright and breathing, but the veil and gauze and the uneven figure were sprayed with fatal temptations, but she didn't realize it herself.
"A great knight who has survived painful experiments and became a new type of test for the heresy ruling. What is her past like?"
"Training, training, and training."
Jeanna's eyes revealed a dead silence like a cemetery, gray and lifeless.
"Earlier?"
The answer to Murphy was silence.
Just when he wanted to continue to say something, there was a movement in the master bedroom-this made him frown, and then immediately got up and walked over, pushed the door, and told Murphy a few minutes ago to go to bed Ashcandi was looking at him with an innocent expression.
With green eyes, she was reaching out, trying to reach a bookcase not far from the head of the bed, but because of the inconvenience of her legs, she upset a book to the ground.
"let me help you."
Unlike the first meeting, Murphy had already made some psychological preparations at this moment, and immediately walked over to pick up the "Foyed Travels" that the hotel used to decorate enough, and gently handed it to the Ashkan Dee. .Bull bb☆Net
"Thank you."
A light but sweet smile, Ashcandi took it in his hands, gently hugged it in his chest, and raised his head to ask: "Murphes, where is our team? Is this going to go home?"
"Home"
This vocabulary made Murphy, who was originally trying to answer something a bit dazed, turned his head, and Jeana, who was sitting in the hall, looked at himself indifferently, and then turned back, Ashcandi looked at himself with curiosity--" Your friend?"
"Yes, a member of the Mercenary Corps." In order to continue his lies, Murphys waved to let Na come. The knight in a shirt stood a half head higher than Murphys when he stood in front of the bedroom door. Looking at the Ashcandi, there seemed to be no doubts or confusion.
"Jeana &ampbull de &ampbull Francois, Knight."
"Ashkandi &ampbull Misrae, nice to meet you," the queen who had destroyed dozens of people in the face of Jeanne now became a good girl next door, she greeted softly, but suddenly said A word that surprised Murphys--"Your life seems to have come to an end, knight."
The atmosphere froze for a moment.
Murphy stared for three seconds, then broke the deadlock and asked with a hesitant: "Why do you say that?"
"Her soul is dying, isn't she? I saw her "shadow" incomplete and full of holes, as if it had been eaten by worms."
Ashcandi's green eyes narrowed slightly, looking at Jeanna seriously and said, "Is this your own choice, knight?"
Her voice was so clear and clear that all of a sudden, the whole body exuded a strange breath that made Murphy's hair stand upright--that was not the power of Queen Ashcandy, but a sharp sense directed at the heart!
This unknown power puzzled Murphys, but at the same time he made the knight who wanted to nod and respond suddenly suddenly hesitated.
In the end, after a moment of confusion, Jeana gently shook her head.
Then what made Murphy feel incredible was that her eyes, which had never had any excess feelings, were softly dripping with tears.
When the sunrise came and Murphy stood on the balcony staring at the distant sun, his mood was still hard to calm down.
Throughout the night, the knight made Na unusually face the green eye Ashcandy and tell her all the past: the knight of the heretical ruling court who once belonged to the noble lady, became the Vatican from the moment of her death. The Holy See's "tool", she unconditionally dedicated her faith to the deity, and what she harvested was the result of the ruling court's inclusion of her in the list of experimental subjects.
Killing, being killed, she has no choice.
The unbelievable life experience is not what surprised Murphys. The only thing he is shocking now is the ability of this green-eyed Ashkandi-see through the soul? Murphy did not know how to describe it. With only a pair of eyes, she could see that Na’s soul defect was beyond common sense. The most incredible thing was that after one night’s conversation, Na’s eyes gleamed with some unprecedented charm.
If there is anything that can be explained, it is Ashkandi has a certain "soul repair" ability.
Murphy shook his head, not understanding why such a woman turned out to be a patient with multiple personality schizophrenia. Was she too punished because she was too powerful?
More importantly, this quiet and unspeakable personality didn't even know the existence of his other two personalities. Similarly, the red eyes seemed that the queen did not know her.
Murphy didn't have much time to think about this. He was completely black with psychological aspects, and he couldn't think of it, so he began to deal with the next night's affairs of the night watchman-his location has been sent by mail. Christina, he is waiting for Yi Zuer's legacy, which is a card that is vital to him, and can't be missed.
Then he began to look at the scout's report and began to get a general understanding of the city's composition, but the more Murphy perfected the data on paper, the more strange he felt.
The huge city of West Sellin is bizarrely polarized in terms of wealth—there are a lot of slums, and the nobles are not as luxurious. The army of the lords is terrifying, and the peasants engaged in production are extremely aging.
There is a serious lack of entertainment venues, and there are no large public venues such as the Colosseum Theater. This shows that the ruler has completely disconnected from the underlying society.
This is a disconnected territory-after seeing these, Murphy seems to have grasped something.
The last time Irindal used his power as a regional intelligence chief was within the territory of the sacred Gabriel empire.
After she parted from Maxim, she extracted more than 70 pieces of information about the scepter of Sulfuras at the fastest speed, and gave her men more than thirty-seven possible saffrons on the mainland. All information about the Scepter State.
Subsequently, she completely disappeared from the creed's official information network.
This smoke bomb is not clever, but it is the only thing Ilindal can do. After she got the news that the Murphys team passed through the Fording Empire and headed south, the mission failure rate was less than 100%. One day, the elf embarked on the quest for Murphy alone.
Irindal needs to find Murphy and find the scepter holder.
Her figure appeared in Christina's territory, but no one knew it. Then the elf with high tracking skills went all the way north to find the scene where Nahedra "washed" the bandits, although the corpses have been bitten by the vulture wild wolf. The food was not good, but she also confirmed that the cause of death of these people was indeed from the target she was looking for.
Passing through the village of Pariki on the land that has not been restored to its original shape due to blood rain, Irindal continues to pretend to be various characters, including ordinary peasant women, caravan guides or travellers, and bards in Balice. Popular street artist.
After holding a mandolin and performing a cheerful step at the city gate to sing a song "Bris Sun", Irindal smiled and bent down to pick up the copper coins rewarded by passers-by on the ground, and no one entered the West. Sellin City.
Pretending to be a master of technology, she is now posing as a male with a small bazi, and the accent is pure Balice-style Fording, and the map of the city she has already memorized, so in After turning a few corners, Irindal "inadvertently" walked into a dark alley.
Holding the mandolin in his hand, Irindal looked around curiously as if he were a lost traveler. The wide alley of the two was dim, but he could see a beggar standing at the end of the alley, holding a dirty hand A cruel crutches, holding a broken bowl in his hand, begging with his head down.
Irindal, who walked with his beard, touched a copper plate from his pocket when passing by the beggar. His thumb flicked. The copper plate changed a beautiful arc. The broken bowl had not fallen into the hands of the beggar. Seeing Irindal's figure start suddenly!
"Come on."
The copper plate fell into the rice bowl, but the person holding it in his hand found that his neck had been pressed against the throat by a butterfly blade.
"Pretending to be unqualified, novice, beggars will never be alert, they will only look at the world with numbness and despair."
Elindal's voice was soft and soft, but at the same time it was also cold.
Raising his hand to stun the "Sentinel" of the creed, Irindal reached out and pulled off the gray and worn bard costume at the moment of turning away, the original red and white robe flashed in the shadows, then disappeared completely .
And not far away, the Hollier family scolded indifferently by not paying attention to what happened in this alley.
Three hours later, Ilindal appeared in a slum in the city of West Sellin with an inconspicuous piece of cloth in his hand. Looking at the humble dwelling in front of him, he walked into it.
This is one of the creed's contact and information transmission methods. The seemingly inconspicuous items have keys that ordinary people can't find at all. After the label above is cracked, the address of the current member's stronghold will be displayed-that is, the "creed" information Relay station, and if every member of the creed encounters something unexpected, this is the unique identification of the identity.
The room where Ilyndal walked into was empty. She did not immediately search for any information, but walked into the house in a strange sequence of steps, bowed her head, and entered the backyard after a series of evasive travels~www.mtlnovel. com~ Looked over, went directly to a wall root, gently extended a hand, broke apart an unremarkable brick on the wall, and pulled the hidden handle inside.
The ground vibrated gently, and a secret door opened.
From the beginning to the end, her behavior was almost without any hesitation. It was not like the person who came to this place for the first time. In fact, as a senior member of the creed, she was using her actions to confirm that "there is the most demolishing of her own desk." Efficiency".
After a series of footsteps to evade the organization and leave traces, Irindal quickly looked through and wrote down the information he needed, turned around and left, and still did not attract any attention when she disappeared on the street corner.
Late at night, Irindal stopped in front of a tavern.
This may be a major flaw in Murphy’s current strength and meager heritage. For the behemoth, all his disguise and whereabouts are easily identified after a certain selection, and Irene, who is a hotel waiter When Dahl came to Murphys's room and knocked on the door gently, the responsible Jean and Compton did not even have any vigilance.
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