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Chapter Eleven
Shark, the headquarters of the witcher in the suburbs. Wudu☆Novel Reading Network (genius only needs 3 seconds to remember) Please visit the latest free chapter of this book.
The cold-faced man holding a letter sealed with wax walked quickly towards the Tower of the Moon Night; he lowered his head and glanced at the secret letter representing the highest level of threat, the cold-faced man's originally cold expression became more and more serious, even There is a faint feeling that strangers should not be approached; so that the rangers who met the cold-faced man along the way, after slightly saluting, immediately avoided to go to the distance——Pednange retreated behind the scenes, and It didn't affect the position of the cold-faced man in the headquarters of the demon hunter; although he was cold, his impartial decision-making and outstanding ability were well known and talked about. The unique tolerance of the hunter makes the cold-faced man still hold an important position in the headquarters of the demon hunter
A position similar to a secretarial consultant between the tower guard and the upper management; therefore, as the knights directly under the headquarters of the demon hunter, they will salute to the cold-faced man to show their respect—but , It is precisely because of this position that the cold-faced man at the moment understands the meaning of the secret letter in his hand.
From being adopted by his teacher, until he became an excellent witcher on his own, and then returning to Shark as his teacher and now Hessel's secretary consultant, he has only seen this twice in total. Secret letter; but no matter which time he didn’t want to recall—broken limbs, rivers of blood, loud roars, helpless wailing, numb eyes...
Once again, they came out of his mind one by one, especially when he thought of the scene of the old witcher who had been taking care of him as his life mentor, his head was beheaded by a sharp sword, a feeling that he couldn't ignore Irritability rose from the bottom of his heart, and the sad anger suddenly shocked his whole body—like a cold current blowing from the icy hell, it radiated from the cold-faced man's body to the surroundings; The patrolling rangers looked sideways and stopped. Wudu△Novel Reading Network (Genius only needs 3 seconds to remember)
These rangers looked at the standing figure in horror. From the opponent's body, they felt the cold air that would freeze the air. Even with the cover of armor, they couldn't control their trembling bodies—character Being cold does not mean that there is no anger; on the contrary, when a person with a cold personality breaks out into anger, it is truly frightening, especially when the person with a cold personality still has considerable strength.
"Huh? Isn't this our little Nuofa? Why is his face so ugly? Could it be that you have a bad stomach?"
Just when many rangers thought they were about to become ice sculptures, a joyful and playful voice suddenly appeared in everyone's ears. With the appearance of this voice, not only the surrounding ice disappeared, but everyone returned to normal ; and the cold-faced man who was immersed in the sadness and anger also came to his senses, and subconsciously looked towards the end of the corridor where the sound came out—Mordred, who was dressed in a decent robe and had a thick book under his arm, saw The cold-faced man who looked over couldn't help waving his empty hand with joy, and walked quickly to the cold-faced man.
"It's such a nice weather, we met by chance in front of the central castle, I'm really happy." Mordred, the tower owner of the Tower of Thorns feared by countless people, said words that were completely inappropriate and even slightly inexplicable : "How about it? If you don't mind, treat me to lunch?"
"Lord Mordred"
Facing the person in front of him, the cold-faced man saluted respectfully, and took a step back subconsciously—there are many things that can annoy the cold-faced man, but the cold-faced man can be sure that even if he gathers all the annoying things Together, they are not as restless as the man in front of him who looks like a teenager brings him
Inexplicable, confusing words, as well as constantly changing expressions and clothing; the cold-faced man has already classified the other party as a lunatic; Stay away with respect; after all, a lunatic is worrying, but a lunatic with strength and status is frightening—even if the cold-faced man doesn't want to admit it, he has to say that standing in front of the other party, his heart There will always be an involuntary feeling as if facing a beast that is addicted to things, especially the unclear relationship between the other party and his teacher, which makes the cold-faced man keep away from the other party.
Of course, this time is no exception.
"I have an urgent letter to send to His Excellency Hessel, please allow me to leave first."
After saluting respectfully, the cold-faced man who straightened his waist did not wait for Mordred's answer, and immediately walked around him quickly, and continued to walk quickly towards the Tower of Moonlight - Mordred who was standing still did not stop him The cold-faced man left, but scratched his head in distress, with a rather regretful look on his face.
"Are you worried about losing a 'toy' again?" Blank, belching, appeared beside Mordred, shaking the wine gourd still full in his hand, Drunk-eyed and said: "Be careful if this continues, Pedenanger will trouble you... Slightly..." A belch made Blanc have to pause, looking at the frowning Pedenanger in front of him, he couldn't help laughing: "Or did you plan to let Petnanger trouble you so that you could..."
Unable to see the influence of drunkenness at all, Blank quickly turned sideways, and a long and narrow sword that looked like a rapier passed by the tip of his nose and nailed it to the wall behind him.
"Hey, it's just talking, there's no need to be serious." Blank, who dodged the sword, shouted at Mordred in front of him—with a cold smile, Mordred, who retracted the long sword, narrowed his eyes. With slender eyes, the low-pitched, cold voice like a file slowly said: "Remember, there will be no next time and you who seem to have created a holy artifact have fulfilled your greatest wish, and you can die without regret Bar?"
"I really have no sense of humor." Blank couldn't help but pursed his lips, continued to pick up his flagon, and asked behind him: "Are you right, Jéngde?"
"Are you really idle and have nothing to do? Can you die without regret?" Jéng, who is strong and tall, strode past Blank, and his powerful voice echoed in the entire corridor: "Because Because of that kid Ye Qi, you have indirectly completed the forging of a holy artifact, which is far from your original goal."
The originally extremely powerful voice, with the accentuated intonation, the words "indirectly" and "far apart" suddenly became extremely ear-piercing.
Looking at the back of the other party walking towards the Tower of the Moonlight, Blanc raised a middle finger indecently; after taking another sip of wine, he also staggered towards the Tower of the Moonlight, muttering Faintly came the sound—
Has your head been clamped again? Are you still thinking about jihad? what a troublesome church
p It's raining... It's been raining all day... All kinds of wetness...
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