Cthulhu Gonfalon

"Adult, the airball is not responding." The night is getting darker. The lobby of the hotel, which has been requisitioned by the Church of the Nobility, is brightly lit. A knight wearing a black lock blade walks down the stairs and sits close to the door. On the chair, take a book and take a leisurely reading report of the woman.

The woman put down the book, and there was a hint of surprise and doubt on the good face: "Weird... It’s said that Crick should have escaped now. Is it not even a reel or a return scroll on his hand?"

"Maybe he wants to go out of the city." A female mage sitting on the table next to her legs said, "The Keen family has been operating for generations. Maybe there is a tunnel far away from the city. ""

She said lazily stretched her waist and exchanged her legs. When she exchanged, she opened the high-forked mage’s robe under the spring, and the nearby knight’s eyes were bright and bright, but they I turned my head very tacitly and didn't dare to look at it.

This woman's means can be amazing, nothing to provoke!

The woman who is reading the book is Ma Qi Smith, the principal of the aristocratic **** church. She indulged and shook her head and said: "Before the Kean family was infiltrated by me, I have never heard of any authenticity. Although Crick's kid is now a good means to exclude all of my people from the decision-making level, it is impossible to suddenly come up with more tunnels. This is impossible!"

"That is, he is stupid enough to react yet?" the female mage asked. "I think a character who has been quite famous in just a few months can't be so stupid."

Ma Qi nodded slightly, pondered for a while, and suddenly asked a big man with a heavy body around her. "Paul, what if you are, what do you do?"

The big man is very tall and looks very powerful. The most rare thing is to look upright and live off the feeling of a decent hero. He heard Ma Qi's inquiry and indulged, saying: "As a vassal under the Grand Duke, I can't escape the responsibility that I should have, so I will arrange the aftermath and then prepare to go with the Ministry. Of course, It may be necessary to delay the time. After all, you can live more than one day."

Ma Qi and the female mage looked at each other and suddenly realized.

For those who put themselves in front of everything, "self-sacrifice" is a choice that is absolutely impossible to use, so the two did not think in that direction at all. But the Baron Keane was a character who was simply a moral model in the aristocracy. A call for a call was enough to force him to die. What he ran away was not in his mind.

These are two very different outlooks on life and values, so it will produce a situation that is “not visible”.

"You did a good job." Ma Qi smiled slightly, nodded slightly to the big man, and praised him. He was satisfied with the look of the big man who couldn't help himself, but his heart was quite dissatisfied.

In order to deal with this creek, she used a lot of means, made a lot of arrangements, and assembled a lot of people. In the end, she found that everything was useless and the opponent died. This made her feel that she had a fist to hit the cotton, very uncomfortable.

It’s like she has spent a lot of arrangements, and she has also convinced a decent adventurer to disguise himself as the adventurer Paul, who had saved his life when he was in a dangerous age. He used this fake to deceive himself and always worship. Paul's brother. Originally intended to find an opportunity to swindle the genius but stupid stubborn brother into the trap, if the **** resolutely refused to change his faith, then he would kill him as a sacrifice to the noble lady, the result of the idiot but because of the knight God is a god, and ran directly to the eagle kingdom to die...

(Damn! Damn! Too bad! That bastard! To die, I can only die in my hands!)

She closed her eyes and made several deep breaths in succession, pressing down the irritability of her heart. This regained her calmness and ordered: "If this is the case, everyone will rest well these days. Wait for Crick to die." When the news came, we killed his sister. Anyway, since we have come, the territory and industry of the Keane family must be grabbed!"

The hands of the people readily obeyed, and the hardships in the original plan became bully girls, naturally it was easy and happy. The most important thing is that there is no discount on the benefits, so what a cool!

Maggie regained the "Art of Performance" by the famous poet Sovarie von Stolovski Franz and read it carefully.

She is not a genius, so we must seize the time and strive to improve ourselves, in order to grasp the correct direction in the stormy waves of life.

Probably at this time, in a room in the Eagle Wing City, the clerk of the Viscount Eric was writing something seriously.

He used a brush from the Void Mask Chamber of Commerce, carrying a pungent green ink and writing on a **** red skin.

And what he wrote is the situation of the scouts who applied for the day. Particular emphasis was placed on Ryan’s work, recording all the information of this young thief guild elite as detailed as possible – appearance, attire, habits of words and deeds, major abilities, assessment of personality, and so on.

Filled with the words of the whole animal skin, he checked it carefully and determined that there was no mistake, he took the hide and threw it into the burning brazier on the side of the ground.

It is also strange to say that this animal skin looks very strong, but it can be quickly burned as soon as it encounters the flame. The flame is very small, but the burning speed is very fast, almost one or two sentences, the whole beast The skin has been burned into a white ashes, stacked in the brazier, without any traces.

The clerk carefully inspected the brazier, covered the remaining ink, wrapped it carefully, and received it in an inconspicuous box. The box is made of special wood that absorbs the odor, and there are many such inks and hides in it.

After doing this, he cleaned up everything on the table, took out two magic scrolls, cleaned his body, absorbed the smell inside the house, and then turned the magic scroll that lost his magic into a blank parchment. Burned together, and finally opened the doors and windows, the wind for a while, so all traces are gone.

After everything was done, he extinguished the brazier and went back to sleep in the bedroom.

In the orc army camps thousands of miles away, there is a heavily guarded tent. A few inside the tent, you know that the good orcs are sitting there seriously, paying attention to the sheets in the air magic array. Animal skin.

Those magical arrays are made of precious materials. Each magical array corresponds to a contact point. As long as there is a message from the contact point, it will be received immediately.

At this moment, a piece of text floated on a piece of animal skin, and soon it was covered with the whole animal skin, exactly what the clerk wrote.

An orc took the hide and changed it to a blank one, then carefully looked at the information.

"Oh!" he said with a little worry, "The human side has come to a great role!"

Next to an orc came over and looked at it, and frowned. "Where is such a sly character? The stealth ability of high-ranking thieves, the shooting ability of high-ranking rangers, keen observation... such scouts are simply Call the trump card!"

"This news should be reported quickly, and someone must be arranged to clear this guy and remove this unsettled factor as soon as possible!" The orc-headed singer said coldly, "The great majesty of the emperor must not be hindered by any enemy!"

The orcs were silent, and an orc immediately took the document and went out to report.

After a while, the document was sent to a person who even wore a hood in his own military camp and could not see his face.

"Altai, this is what Iro let me give you." The ambassador reported that "Ilo adults let you arrange the manpower as soon as possible to eliminate hidden dangers."

The hooded man did not speak, just nodded to show that.

After the messenger left, he unfolded the rolled animal skin and carefully read it again. The cold laughter came out under the hood.

"A little guy with both thieves and rangers, and high-level guys on both sides... No wonder they are so worried! If this person appears in the scouts, I don't know how much trouble it will bring us!"

"Well, I am idle and idle, and I will take a look at it and make sure to eliminate this hidden danger!"

As he said, he went to the door of the tent, handed the hide to the guard, and smashed a few words, and the whole person disappeared into the shadow without warning.

Just a few minutes later, his figure appeared in the Air Force's camp. He asked the quartermaster for a battle that was not strong enough, but he was able to fly around the clock and fly very fast.

"Altai, I wish you a smooth trip!"

In the farewell of the soldiers, the most powerful sneak and assassination masters of the orc army, inherited the dangerous characters of the name "Assassin", waved to the ground, riding the flying World of Warcraft that has been refueling and steadily rising, slowly rising Going up to the sky, heading south, it quickly disappeared into the night.

Leon, who was sleeping in the room of the Viscount in Tariq, was suddenly shocked and opened his eyes.

The light flashed on his hand, and the "Holy Avengers" had been pulled out. The moonlight reflected through the window, the silver-white sword had strange ripples. He closed his eyes and concentrated his spirit on the sword. The mysterious power linked his mind to this sword, and made him feel like the whole person seemed to be a breeze and ascended into the sky.

In the sky in the north, a dark red breath is slowly approaching.

The strange ripples gradually subsided, and Leon opened his eyes and showed a sneer.

"It seems that someone on the other side of the orc is coming to me..." He snorted and said uncomfortably, "The eagle kingdom has been infiltrated into a sieve. I have just arrived today, and the orcs actually know. !"

"Forget it, it’s not what my ‘dead man’ should do to trace the traitor. I’m still prepared to ‘welcome’ the ‘friend’ from afar!”

He looked at the cold sword, and his mouth curled up in a dangerous arc.

"Must give him a lesson of 'unforgettable life'..."