Duke of Grief

Misleading!

The word popped out of his head at once, and Cervantes came out.

No matter what I did before, there was no clue and evidence left, but what happened in this place, but left a flaw? No, that is not a flaw, just misleading!

'That was just an ordinary businessman, but with obsessive-compulsive disorder, and his life was very regular. This morning, he found that he might have contracted wind and cold. He was going to see the hospital when the snow stopped, but he failed to wait until the snow stopped. Has passed away...'

This is the news that the goddess of wealth asked the maid to help. As long as something happened, Cervantes and the maid will keep in touch with the mind for almost a whole day, so even here, he can get the news.

Since that is the case, is this thing Ziegler doing?

Everything is back to the original point. Perhaps the black hands behind the scenes do not know that Latinia is a god, but will help them in this kind of condescension, so the previous misleading can conceal the ordinary priesthood, but can’t hide it. Latina.

He might have blamed Ziegler, because the red dragon knew very well that Latina would help.

However, it may also be another misleading of Ziegler, wanting to divert their attention, put the suspected object on other people, and wash away the suspicion on themselves.

However, this kind of feeling is really good...

After experiencing disappointment, Cervantes discovered that the black hand behind the scenes was still alive!

He is dead! Cervantes could not restrain his smile from appearing on his face, and a gruesome grin appeared on the face of the dragon again.

‘The black hand is not dead behind the scenes, this is really great! ’

At this moment, Cervantes was so excited that his body was trembling, and it seemed that every cell on the whole body was releasing a thick, dark viciousness to the surroundings.

"Hehe..." The emotion that had been suppressed for a long time burst out of his throat, and Cervantes raised his hand to cover his face and smiled like a mental illness.

Since someone has done something here, trying to blind their perception, then he will definitely leave traces!

‘Sera, let a few mages sneak in, even if you use [Stealth], it doesn’t matter, as long as it’s not noticed by others! ’

After adjusting his emotions and confirming that his malice could not infect the maid, Cervantes touched the ‘spiritual thread’.

‘Seth, you seem to be in a good mood... Did you find any clue? Asked the maid in doubt.

'Yeah...' Cervantes narrowed his eyes, slightly restraining the corners of his mouth that couldn't help rising,'You sent some mages to come over, and after receiving my signal, close the blockade of the fan lock. It's dead! ’

It is impossible for the black hand behind the scenes to escape Wind City, regardless of whether the carrier of the plague was set to trigger conditions or was detonated by the black hand behind the scenes. Before that, the “clues” that Ziegler said were dealt with, if that behind the scenes If Blackhand is not Ziegler, he still stays in Wind City.

Although the "Locking of Spells" has not been turned on in the Windy City's Mystery Lock, anyone who uses teleporting spells in the city will surely be noticed.

‘Spell Wave Monitoring’ has been activated since the day the lock was activated, so Cervantes can be sure that the black hand behind the scenes has not left Wind City.

If the black hand behind the scenes was really Ziegler, did he not leave the city?

Judging from the current trend, the suspicion of the red dragon has been much smaller. The real behind-the-scenes hand may have someone else, but with the disgust of Zingele, Cervantes still put Ziegler in his heart. The position of the'suspect'.

Cervantes waited for a long time. He sat on the bed and closed his eyes to relax. When he opened his eyes again, the air twisted behind the open door, and several hooded wizards appeared in front of him. .

"Explore around here and tell me when there are signs of spells!" Black Dragon said coldly.

Several mages hesitated for a moment, because they had never seen the appearance of Cervantes, and their lord lord rarely ordered them.

The wizards spread out and walked to every corner of the hotel. Although he was a little scared, after all, there was a plague here. Although it had been disinfected, no one knew whether there was any plague.

But in the face of power and unquestionable orders of the Black Dragon, they chose to execute.

Cervantes continued to wait, but the corners of his mouth were slightly curled, clearly winning.

It didn’t take long for the stairs to hear rapid footsteps, "Lord Lord!"

A mage ran upstairs and reported: "I found some traces in the hall downstairs!"

"Master Lord, I found some traces in the room directly above this room!" And at this moment, another report also reached Cervantes' ear.

At this moment, Cervantes' eyes were filled with smiles.

If he had been deceived by those illusions before, he would definitely not let anyone explore the possible signs of spellcasting here.

"Who is it?" Thinking of this, Cervantes couldn't help mumbling, "So know me, and understand Ziegler... Recognize Ziegler, and know how Ziegler behaves, in After being found here, I will use illusions to cut off all doubts and speculations here! Knowing that I have just stunned myself, knowing that I am arrogant and arrogant...Oh, who is it?"

The mages stood aside, listening to Cervantes' whispered voice, and couldn't help getting goose bumps.

A creepy feeling rose from the bottom of my heart, as if my heart was enveloped by unspeakable darkness, there seemed to be someone in my ear whispering a "poetry" that they could not understand in an unknown language, but would be afraid of it. .

"You go back first..."

Sitting on the bed, leaning forward, with his elbows on his knees, Cervantes' hands crossed his fingers to support his chin, and he looked at the mage with a smile, "I have some things to do... "

Several mages hurried to salute, and then left the hotel in a panicked footsteps-they left as they came, and did not appear in front of people.

They never knew that the Lord Lord, who always had a big smile on his face, would show that terrible gesture and expression.

As long as you see those dark golden eyes, you will feel that you are being eroded by darkness!

"Okay, next, it's time to get that guy out."

Cervantes stretched out and stood up from the bed, the smile on his face slowly becoming brighter.

Pleasure was about to pop out of his throat. Using extraordinary stealth techniques, he left the hotel and walked towards the hospital.

‘Sera, let’s get started! ’

The maid who was far away from the hospital sighed. Although he did not know what the **** was going on, but since he had already said so...

"Doctor, I want to go to the toilet..." A sick bed with a puffy face on the face of an infected person said weakly.

There is no such thing as a urinary catheter in Asatome World, so if the patient wants to excrete ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ also need to be accompanied by a nurse to the toilet.

After hearing the infected person’s request, a carer wearing protective clothing untied his belt and took him outside the toilet.

The infected person took a deep breath and walked into the toilet with weak steps, and closed the door.

Soon after, the sound of excretion came from behind the door, which also relieved the caregiver guarding the door. After all, they did not allow the patient to scratch the pus on the body, which would cause a second infection.

The waiter stood outside the door for a while, but found that the sound of excretion did not stop, and knocked on the door, and there was no movement behind the door.

When the nurse takes the opportunity to twist the door lock immediately, after opening the door, there is no one behind the door!

A stream of water came out of a water balloon suspended in the air and flowed into the toilet.

He looked dumbfounded...

"Hi, man, where do you want to go?" Suddenly, a light laughter came from the ear of the infected person, or "black hand behind the scenes."