The Strongest Deduction of the Comprehensive Comics

The knight who understood the big deal immediately yelled into the walkie-talkie.

"Lola Stuart was found in the alley on the other side of "Budgens" in West London. The other party was three men and one woman, heading northeast, asking for support, asking for support!!"

Taking advantage of the knight's shock, Stiyl quickly got up and walked in the direction the four left, shouting while running.

"Big Bishop, let's go, I'll take the back seat!!"

"Fuck, who is this guy, that bitch, who of you know him!!"

Hearing the yelling behind him, the little black brother Martel's face turned green. His meow is the biggest bishop, who the hell wants you to be the back, and you catch up to dry hair! !

"Still Magnus is a well-known prodigy in the Puritan sect in recent years." Charles, who was running, turned his head and glanced at Steele, who had already chased him to the alley, and his expression immediately turned embarrassing.

"Damn it, if you let him keep chasing and shouting, the knights from the nearby neighborhoods will rush over here. The plan has come to an end, but it's exposed here!!"

Clayton on the side scolded angrily, his face was gloomy as if dripping water, he observed the ground left and right, and then said.

"Let's go underground and get rid of him!"

"It's useless. The opponent is an expert in the Nordic rune system. It is impossible to deliberately catch up with you without the means to restrain you from stealth." The saint who was running aside said calmly.

"I'm going to hold that child prodigy, you go underground." Charles said in a calm tone.

"Hey, don't be kidding, you want us to leave you alone?" Martel's face changed slightly, as if he couldn't accept it, and he said excitedly, even the food he had been protecting in his hand fell to the ground. don't care.

"You and Clayton are the key to the plan, and the saint is the brain of the plan, so I am the only one who can be left behind." Charles said calmly, as if he had already been mentally prepared.

The saint on the side was silent for a moment, then said. "Delay for 3 minutes, and then retreat as much as possible. If you are out of danger, use the contact spell on the watch to contact us."

"I understand!" Charles nodded, then stopped running, and turned to look at Stile who was rushing towards him.

"Grab my shoulder, I'm going to perform a spell!" Clayton shouted, and the saint at the side immediately pressed his shoulder.

Martel looked at Charles, then at the saint, gritted his teeth, and finally put his hand on Clayton's shoulder.

The ground immediately became sticky like a swamp, and the three of them gradually sank into the ground.

"Don't try to escape!" Stiyl yelled angrily, and took out the rune paper from his pocket, but at this moment, his expression changed, and he jumped to the right suddenly.

At this moment, an irregular piece of gravel passed his face with a whistling sound, and in the howling wind, it traveled hundreds of meters, crossed a small river, and hit the glass of a shop.

"Hey, this strength? It doesn't look like some small characters." A drop of cold sweat dripped from Stiyl's temples, then he turned his head and looked at the burly young man who raised his head and showed his face.

"That face?" Stiyl's pupils narrowed slightly, his expression became serious, he looked at the burly young man with brown hair who took off his hood, and said in a low tone.

"The Barbarian King Louis Charles Martel, a descendant of Charlemagne actually came to London in person, there is nothing good in London to entertain you, the eldest son of the French duke! ! "

Charles ignored Steele's witty words, but looked at him with a solemn expression, and the muscles that were tightly attached to the clothes seemed to be gradually bulging.

"London's prestigious genius magician, the genius who developed the pope-level spells - Stiyl Magnus? It's a little strange, you don't look like you are 14 years old."

"He's quite sharp-tongued."

Stiyl took out the rune paper, completely ignoring the knights coming behind him, and directly pressed it against the wall.

Charles moved his fingers silently, and his knuckles made a crackling sound.

In the next second, the two sides faced each other and rushed forward.

...

Foxton

In the carriage at the exit of the Eurotunnel, Carissa sat in the spacious carriage compartment, looking through the window at another carriage that temporarily housed Kanzaki Kaori and Index.

But only the knight leader at the side understood that Carissa cared about the third princess Villian in the carriage.

This ruthless iron-blooded princess is still struggling with the risk of completely cutting off Katina and her family affection.

To be honest, Carissa, who has been hesitating, is not a real iron-blooded lord, but it is precisely because of this that the knight leader has no regrets about his allegiance.

But at this moment, the urgent communication made the knight leader's face change. He took out a communicator, talked for a while, and his face turned cold.

"What happened?" Carissa asked, looking out the window.

"The knights in downtown London reported that Stiyl Magnus claimed to cover the retreat of Lola Stuart, but after the large army arrived, they found that Magnus was with the "barbarian" Louis Charles. Carters engaged in a fight, and the initial witnesses claimed that when they met Carters, the other party acted as a foursome, one of whom was a blonde woman, who was the main reason for being mistaken for Laura Stuart. "

After hearing the report, Carissa's face turned cold. She knew very well that Laura's old fox was drinking tea with Queen Elisa at Windsor Castle.

Then, that blond woman who was mixed with the most famous French young warrior, "Barbarian" Charles...

"Interesting, really interesting, the French saint actually came to London in person, and it was at this critical moment."

A bright smile appeared on Carissa's face, as if a lioness had seen its prey.

"Prepare the space transfer spell for me. Since the French saint is visiting, as the future Queen of the Eagle Kingdom, wouldn't it be rude not to greet her?"

"yes!!"

Chapter 309 Do you need me to listen to your epitaph?

Because it is an ancient capital, the architectural style on the streets of London is very strange.

High-rise buildings in the new century are very rare here, and more are stone Gothic buildings, composed of red, gray blue and white bricks and stones, each of which has a century-old history and is full of mottled ancient buildings. .

The reason for the large number of ancient buildings is somewhat simple, because the government cannot afford the compensation after demolition, which is probably unimaginable to the people of the Celestial Dynasty.

Thanks to the ancient streets and intricate alleys everywhere in London, it didn't take long for the saint and others who escaped from the previous encirclement to come outside the encirclement, behind a slightly yellowish white Gothic building. middle.

The tiled floor inside the building bulged slightly, and a group of three people jumped out of it not long after.

This is an old house that has been idle for a long time. The beige tiles on the floor have long been covered with gray dust. There are tattered spider webs left in the corridors and corners of the building. Occasionally, one or two spiders the size of half a palm can be seen. black spider.

A group of people didn't care about the bad environment of the house, and sat directly on the tiled floor, breathing heavily, as if they had been held back for a long time.

The only one who was not abnormal was Clayton who activated the stealth technique. He walked to the window vigilantly and looked in the direction he came from.

In the distance, the fiery red fire light illuminated a small part of the sky, and there seemed to be some kind of beast roaring faintly, and the ground was shaking slightly, as if there was some kind of large ferocious beast running on the ground.

Clayton carefully observed the surrounding area, and after confirming that there were no enemies, the cat got on its body and returned to its companion.

"It seems that the prodigy was delayed by Charles, and I don't know how long he can delay."

"Although the child prodigy looks weak, it is said that he has raised a fire-breathing devil. I think Charles will... I hope Charles is okay."

Seeing Clayton's warning gaze, Martel smiled dryly and quickly changed his words.

"So, Your Highness, what should I do next?"