Qiara said to herself, Roman seemed to have finally recovered. She turned around and asked: "What are you talking about, Qiara, I know that woman, she is a bad woman."
"That's for you and that guy," Qiara smiled: "Although it is not ruled out that the prime minister of the empire is at odds with his daughter, the possibility is very small, as can be seen from the arrogance and paranoia of that woman. A daughter who cannot be loved by her father, can't do that step, hum!" She snorted softly, obviously not having a good impression of the prime minister's daughter, but Roman has not asked her where she has seen that one. The prime minister's daughter, the latter quickly skipped the topic, staring at Pori Fire Anvil and continued: "In my opinion, the greater possibility is that this guy is probably a traitor—"
Chiara stared at poor Mr. Pori with a look of cat teasing prey, and her beautiful sapphire eyes were full of danger: "That is to say, Prime Minister Niederven is not necessarily the traitor, but This traitor is at least not far from the top of the empire—"
Polly Fire Anvil shivered. He thought that the other party was just a wayward noble lady who lost his temper. As long as he breathed out himself, he would let him go; and about the prime minister’s daughter, he even said a word. I didn’t dare to say more. He thought he would get away with it, but he didn’t expect that he was only half right. This eldest lady really didn’t like to reason with her defeated men, but she possessed something beyond her. He should be old and shrewd. He didn't say a word, but the other party had guessed it.
Pori Fire Anvil began to feel that he had chosen to do the wrong thing at the wrong time. He looked at Qiyala as if he had seen the demons in the legendary hell that saw people's hearts.
"Why do you say that, Qiara." Roman asked.
"It's not easy. What are the people doing with a prime minister's daughter? If their target is the prime minister of the empire, then they will never take action against the woman of Delphine. Although the young prime minister can't compare with his father , But she will not betray the empire for a daughter. On the contrary, doing so will only provoke him." Qiara replied with some disdain, as if these conspiracy and tricks seemed to her to be written in a book. As in the book, there is no secret at all: “So knowing that this will anger the prime minister of the empire, but he wants to do it. Whoever thinks this way, this person must be the enemy of Little Nidven, perhaps just Retaliation, perhaps to make the Prime Minister of the Empire make mistakes."
"However, no matter what kind, the average person will not be enmity with the prime minister. Even if they do, they will not have the ability to retaliate. Those who can do this have at least the same status and status as the prime minister of the empire—"
"Because only conflicts of interest can lead to hatred. An inactive lower-class nobleman, or a small workshop owner who works all day for his livelihood, will never intersect with the prime minister of the empire. Does that mean it?" Roman replied with a unique businessman's logic.
"This is a good analogy. In fact, there are only a few such people in the empire, but a few dukes, commanders of several legions, leaders of local nobles, or high-ranking people in the Temple of Flame." Qiara nodded.
The elf listened to the cloud and mist. She looked at the Demon Slayer's Spear inserted in the ogre’s mouth, and after thinking about it, she pulled it out of it with a bit of disgust, and then rubbed it in the nearby grass. Rubbing again, trying to wipe off the blood.
Qi Ya raised her brows, as if she had found a new doubt: "There are more interesting things in this. This guy is mixed with goblins and has something to do with Qiao Gendigang," she poked again with the magic wand. The big nose of the dwarf said: "It is more likely that the person connected with Qiao Gendigang is not him, but the big man behind him. This is interesting. Someone in the top of the empire has betrayed the empire. The invasion can be so right, and the situation above the surface can be felt so clearly."
"Stop talking, you devil!" Pori Fire Anvil's face was earthy.
"Dare to tell me to shut up, it seems that you still haven't figured out your situation," Qiara replied viciously, but she suddenly saw the dwarf begging and changed her mind: "Okay. Well, for your poor sake, it’s okay if I don’t say anything, but in exchange, you have to tell me what you plan to do with that woman in Delphine? She and that guy have hatred, but it just so happens at this moment. Appearing in this place, wouldn't you tell me it was a coincidence?"
"It's Earl Freud," the dwarf replied tremblingly, "His son Elman died because of that Eru, but he thought it was Miss Delphine who encouraged his son to avenge Faina. For this result, she should also be responsible for it. He deliberately lent the Demon Slayer Gun to Miss Delphine, hoping that she would die with the Eruin."
"What is the Tumo Gun?" Roman asked.
"That is a weapon passed down by the Freud family. I heard that it possesses power that is close to a sub-sacred weapon."
"Ah, then Brando will be fine, right?" The merchant lady was startled.
"An Xin is good. That guy is so dead that even the devil can't kill him. There must be no way to slaughter him." Qiara replied disdainfully, and she stepped on the dwarf with her toes: "Floyt The earl hopes that the prime minister's daughter will die with that fellow. Why, does the Slaughter Demon Spear have a self-destructive function? This lady rarely reads, so don't lie to me."
Pori Fire Anvil shivered: "Miss Delphine was supposed to wait for the Eruin to arrive in the imperial capital before doing it. My task is mainly to persuade her to come to this place, and then find a chance to expose her to Qiao Gendigang people..."
"How did you persuade her? Tell her that the guy won't go to the imperial capital at all, because he led these cavemen to make trouble for the imperial. He will fight all the way to Rusita, and even if he can't, he will return. Eruin, you tell her that the Eruin and Qiaogenigan are already allied with Toquinine, right? Let me think about it, that guy has a team of caveman guards, so this is a scam. It's not that it doesn't make sense."
Qiara knocked on the magic wand and analyzed it word by word, but Polly Fire Anvil seemed to have heard something incredible. He couldn't help but gradually opened his mouth, because what the former said was exactly the same as their original plan.
"But there is still a question. Why is Earl Freud so aware that the Georgonians will be here?"
"Because he is a traitor?" The elf intervened in a daze.
Poor Pori Fireanvil seemed to have thought of this problem too. He couldn't help looking at Qiyala with pleading eyes, only hoping that the latter could be a little bit stupid, or even just a momentary confusion.
It is a pity that Qiara obviously let his hopes come to nothing, and the latter shook his head confidently: "If Earl Freud is a traitor, how can he offend the prime minister of the empire for this little thing? It's not self-exposure. This guy has a dishonest mouth. In my opinion, the most likely thing is that Earl Freud was also kept in the dark. He was just being used."
She looked at Mr. Pori Fireanvil somewhat jokingly: "I don't see it, you are still a multi-faceted spy. This man wants to deal with the prime minister of the empire, but also allows Earl Freud to take the blame for him. He looks like a big man. Can you tell the employer behind you who he is?"
The dwarf was trembling with fear, but he dared not say a word.
"You must think that you don't say a word, and I, a soft-hearted girl, don't dare to do anything to you, right?" Qiyala angered: "Well, I really won't kill you, but now I Now that I know so much, I can claim to the public that you told me. You see, you can't tell your master. I guessed these things out of thin air, right?"
"You can't do that, I didn't tell you anything, you can't lie, you devil!" Poor Mr. Pori Fireanvil yelled.
Xianni whispered to the elf: "This is really a soft-hearted girl..."
Both people shivered quietly.
"You can't stop me from saying this, just like I can't force you to speak," Qiara said to the dwarf, "but if you tell me the cause and effect, I can let you go. In this war, there is nothing People know you are alive, don't they?"
The dwarf was panting, but still did not dare to speak.
"Hmph, it seems that the person behind makes you feel very scared, even so scared that even if you hide your name from now on, he can find out where you are. This person must have an unimaginable power. In this way, even though you didn't speak , The number of people we can doubt has been further reduced, but there are only two or three people." Chiara saw the look of the dwarf for only a moment, as if reading a message from the other's horrified eyes.
"You kill me, you devil." Pori Fire Anvil shouted feebly: "You might as well kill me."
"I won't kill you, I'm a lady, but sometimes I think how good it is that I am not an elegant noble lady, so that I can cast some spells on you. There are few secrets that people can keep. Few."
Roman seemed to think of something suddenly, and said: "Qiyara, it seems that I can do such spells."
Qiyara was startled slightly, she said that was just empty words to scare the poor old dwarf, but she did not expect that someone around her would use this spell to gain insight into the future. That is the category of astrology, and to pry into the heart, it is black magic. She looked at Roman in surprise. She actually had some guesses about the identity of the other party in her heart. She was very curious and said to the merchant lady: "Are you going to try? I haven't seen a spell like that. Woolen cloth."
"I'm not sure," Roman also replied enthusiastically, "Because this is a dangerous spell, which has unknown dangers to both the caster and the subject, so I haven't tried it either. Maybe the effect is limited. , It may turn people into mouth-watering idiots, or let's try it."
"I beg you, two respectable human ladies, even if you are thinking about your own body, since this is a dangerous spell, I think we should avoid this danger from happening!" Turning into a babbling idiot, Pori Fire Anvil finally couldn't help but wailed.
"That won't work," Qiara shook her head very dissatisfied: "The attitude of seeking the truth is not afraid of hardship, and a little bit of danger, how can you shrink from it."
Roman nodded vigorously, feeling that the little girl really said to his heart, that curiosity and fun are more important than danger.
"Get ready to cast a spell, Miss Roman," Qiara said solemnly, looking at the dwarf: "Knowledge and truth will remember your contribution, Mr. Dwarf, will I be lucky enough to know your name before then?"
Poor Mr. Pori Fireanvil finally broke down and couldn't help crying like a child: "Damn it, don't turn me into an idiot. I will tell you everything you want to know."
"That won't work!" Roman said anxiously, as if he was afraid of losing the opportunity to cast this spell, but this time Qiara stopped the merchant lady. The dwarf was about to be scared to death by them. She pointed her magic wand at each other. The tip of his nose: "It's really useless. I'm crying for such a big person. Let me tell you who is that person behind you."
The dwarf replied with a nose and tears: "Damn it, oooh, I really don't know who it is, but I know the guy who contacted me, his name is Freeman, and he is from the Royal Archaeological Society. "
"Who is that?" Roman asked.
"Freeman Lelis, my brother told me about this person. He is the vice president of the Cruz Royal Archaeological Society. He is from the Lelis family. Have you heard of this family? He belongs to the Cecil faction. ."
Roman sits on a moss-covered rock, knees standing side by side, round-toed leather boots stepping on a piece of rotten wood, elbows on his thighs to support his chin, two eyes gleaming at Qiyala—what does she mean I didn't understand.
However, Qiyala was very interested: "The Cecil family is the noble family closest to the Temple of Flame in the empire. He comes from this faction, which means that he has a connection with the Temple, but the Temple of Flame is absolutely impossible. Qiao Gen Digang colluded with each other. The joint person chosen by the opponent is very interesting. This person is probably a pawn specially selected by them for the purpose of muddling the pool of water."
"It means we can't know who is counting us behind?" Xianni asked, lying on the head of the elf. As for the latter, she squatted uninterestingly on the ground and counted the ants. There are various colorful insects in the forest for her to identify.
"Has he calculated for you?" Qiara looked at Miss Pseudo-Dragon curiously.
"...That's not true, but according to your human terms, when we put ourselves in such a huge conspiracy, don't I seem to be more immersive when I say that?" Xianni spread out her paws and replied. .
"That's true, this is indeed a very fun game," Qiara's eyes lit up: "But Ms. Xianni, you said one thing wrong. Although the clue is broken here, in other words it also contains something else. According to the information, the person who designed all of this even did not hesitate to get involved in the temple of flames, at least to explain two things, either he is not afraid of the temple of flames, or he is a fearless fool. But if a fool can do this step , I have to admit that I am a fool, so there is only one possibility."
"Perhaps you guessed it wrong. That person may be a high-level spy placed in the Temple of Flames by the Earth Temple." Xianni asked her cheeks with her paws, and she seemed to like this reasoning game. .
"First, I can't guess wrong, and second, why I can't guess wrong, because if that person is a spy in the Temple of Flame, there will always be doubts in any spy, but it is different from more and less. That’s all, the only way for this type of person not to be discovered is not to make himself suspicious, but to minimize the attention of others, so what he should do is to prevent anyone from doubting himself, but now he has done it. This is why when we thought it was him, the answer might be the same as ours."
After hearing this, Miss Pseudo-Dragon was convinced for the first time by human beings. What surprised her was that this human being was just a little girl about ten years old from the outside, and even her tone of voice hadn't gotten out of her childish voice.
Qiara used the magic wand to poke the dejected dwarf: "Since these goblins can recognize you, I think you should have a connector among the Qiaogendigang people."
"It's Ms. Shagos," Pori Fireanvil replied feebly.
"Who is that?"
"An underground lizardman, I only know her name, but she should know my existence."
"In other words, she knows your mission, or at least knows that you are in this place for some reason?"
The dwarf changed his face: "You, what do you want to do."
"Don't do anything, you can take a break first." Qiara smiled triumphantly, she turned around, secretly raised her hand and slapped Roman lightly.
"Don't you need to cast that spell?" Roman asked curiously, holding his bag.
"Not for the time being," Qiara shook her head: "But you really know that spell?"
"It will be a little bit, but the so-called voyeurism is just to know a person's current emotions, for example, whether you are angry or happy. This spell can show your true emotions and make the caster feel the same. "Roman thought for a moment, and replied seriously and quietly.
"This is the category of black magic, right? Can this spell really turn people into idiots?" Qiyara asked.
Roman glanced at the dwarf: "No matter what magic spells can't turn an idiot into an idiot again, Qiara."
Qiyara thought it all: "I think so too."