Dawn of the Grey Tower

The cheese looked at the Bacchus, and then looked at the arms, using the two arms that were not his own as a temporary prosthetic limb or even for casting spells, which was not a problem for the gray robe. The question is whether he will do this, and if he does not, what will be the consequences, "If I refuse? Will you attack directly?"

The magic aura in the eyes of Dionysus surged after the words of the cheese fell, and anyone familiar with the caster knew that this was obviously the situation at the time of casting! But the cheese didn't move, he didn't want to defend or attack, he didn't do anything, and there was no halo of magic flashing in his eyes. Did he give up resistance? Are you waiting for death now? Or does he actually understand the Dionysian's thoughts more than the Dionysian thought? I'm afraid no one can tell, but the light in Dionysian's eyes did go out after a few seconds, and even with those hands, they disappeared into the darkness again.

"Do you think I won't do it?" His actions have proved this, but the Dionysian still wants to know why the cheese made such a judgment. This judgment was enough to kill him.

"First, I will not accept the gifts from my opponents before the battle, especially the part of the spell formation. I would rather not have an arm, nor would I pretend to borrow you." The cheese said with a smile. After the notes and articles you left in the tower, there is no internal or external body. The revelation given to me by that article is quite large. "

"As for the second," the mage said that his face was bleak. "I don't see the reason why I and you want to play here. To be honest, I don't see any reason for conflict with us. We all We were trained from the Grey Tower, and only we were trained from the Grey Tower. In this world, we are alone. "

"Life in this world is not alone. Since you have read my article, you should know it." Shen Shen said, but his words are not over yet, he is not all to refute the views of the cheese. Because he can hear the complex emotions in the words of the cheese, there must be some stimulus that leads to this emotion, "How many died? Who killed?"

Needless to say more clearly, they all know what the Dionysian is asking, "I only saw one, I was supposed to be the second. Now maybe there is already a second, maybe there are more than two. Everyone It ’s possible to kill, and anyone can be killed. Is n’t that strange? After all, when we are hostile to each other, no one will keep their hands, keep their hands, the one who dies is himself. ”

With a long sigh, the trees and vines wrapped around Dionysus slowly moved away. His feet fell naked, and he pulled a large piece of cloth from the gap between the trees and vines, and covered it with his backhand. His gray robe. The cheese can see the emblem appearing on the gray robes of Dionysus. It is a ball with arms, legs, branches, wings and other limbs extending outwards. The center of the ball is a tower that protrudes. The insignias of the gray robes will have more or less the shadow of the gray tower, even the cheese itself. The main body of his insignia is a mouse wearing a hood and a robe holding a lantern, and behind this mouse , Is an isosceles triangle symbolizing the gray tower. Not to mention that the main body of the emblem like the curse is the gray tower.

Bacchus raised his hand, the light source in the room changed, and the light change originally concentrated in the center was evenly distributed in the room. It can be seen that this is not just a place for people to live in, as it seems on the surface. Among them, the gray robe has a closer and more complicated relationship with the building in this tree cave.

"Water, or wine?" He walked to the table transformed into a tree root like a host for a neighbor, picked up two cups upside down on it, and poured light red liquid into one of them , Then looked at the cheese and asked. Now the Dionysus no longer has the slightest hostility, the magical breath of his body has also disappeared, and he seems to have no intention of starting.

"Wine." The cheese walked to the same door, and the arm that led him to this place raised the glass of wine in front of him. "Although we all call you Dionysus, you didn't touch the wine before."

"You wouldn't accept the food provided by others, especially those from the same class. I remember when you were a kid, we used to want to make you a cake to celebrate you passing the exam. That cake was later thrown out of the window by you. You have been Alina protects too much, or she controls you too tightly. This is not my evaluation, most people think so. "The Dionysian shrugged, his age is older than the company , Something that was a childhood for the cheese, in his view was not so long.

"Correct it, in fact, it was not her meaning to throw the cake out the window. Although she did instruct such things, but I really thought that the cake you made would poison me. I can't understand a group of gray robes at all. , How can a person who can accurately dissect the heart make a cake like that. "The cheese shook his nose like he remembered something that scared him," Until I also try I went to the kitchen. Then I understood that maybe cooking is more confusing than dissection. "

"Completely agree." Bacchus finished drinking the liquid in the glass, his eyes stayed in the empty glass. For a long time, "You actually haven't changed that much, just smoother. Although you asked for alcohol, didn't you drink it at all?" You are just perfunctory. "

"That's probably because I'm not used to being fed and drunk ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ and I don't want you to poison me as simple as that." The eyes of the cheese glowed with blue light, the wine glass held in the hand Suddenly cracked. The red liquor was flowing down between the fingers, and a half-thick worm was struggling between the fingers, as if he could not understand his situation.

"How do you know that I am going to poison you, not give you another cake?" Dionysus was still looking at the glass. One detail is that his wine and cheese were poured from the same jug. Does that mean that the wine he just drank had such bugs?

"Given that there is no window to throw out, I hope it is not a cake. It is not too late, you can stop. I have seen the master of these things, and he is definitely not the same as you imagine. I have seen your Article, I believe what you write in it. I hope you have read mine. They are not what we are after. "

Bacchus blinked, "Maybe it's not yours. But how do you assert that it's not mine? How many years have you left the Grey Tower? Three years? Five years? Less than ten years. Do you know how long I have left there? He I once promised us that this world has the answer we want. But if there is this answer, why did he even leave? Maybe the answer is not here at all. "

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