The Summoner

Lofid reacted here, covering the neck with both hands subconsciously, but the blood still penetrated through the gap between his hands, his eyes widened, and finally collapsed to the ground with a thud, twitching to death.

Dorans was still lying on the small table, reaching for the metal jawless skull. His face was covered with splattered blood, but his expression was full of enthusiasm after the conspiracy was formed, and he was even excited to be all over. Shivering: "Lord of the Dark Sun, your might is the strongest in this world, and your believers adore you!"

His prayer at this time was a little more pious, but the look of his face was still mad, looking at Lofid's body, and the madness also had an unparalleled pleasure. This was his first murder.

"It's that simple?"

Dorrence's heart was beating fast.

He seemed to have undergone a fierce movement throughout the whole body, sweating and oozing through the pores of his body, but his legs and feet were soft when he wanted to struggle, and an eager pleasure appeared on his waist and abdomen, accompanied by the whole body Shivering for a while, he was paralyzed again at the small table, but he felt weak all over his body, and his mind was as if he had entered the sage moment peacefully, but his thinking was extremely sensitive.

As a 17-year-old boy who murdered for the first time, instead of fearing all this, he felt that there was a kind of excitement from the soul, a kind of fun from the soul, and an unforgettable...the pleasure from the soul!

Dorens even wanted to laugh.

It's really

…So funny!

And he also thought a lot in the sage time brought by this pleasure.

"It's murder, it's still Lofid. It doesn't matter. I can blame the identity of the dark believer on him. The fool of Barrett testified for me. I just accidentally came to dig a trap to provoke Adrien. "

"He wanted to kill me with his short sword, because I destroyed the temporary shrine he arranged in this storage hut, oh, it seems that this holy symbol will also be placed on the body of this guy, Loved, it’s a pity that this holy The emblem can release magical skills once a week to murder a low-level enemy, but it is worth doing so, and can wash my charges."

"Well, as for **** Lofid, it’s very simple, cut his throat with his dagger, yes, that’s it, because I am a trainee mage of the enchanting department of the Mystic Mage Tower, and my apprenticeship is over. Later, he successfully entered the enchantment of the enchanting teacher, and quickly learned the zero-level trick stun."

"This is a simple and perfect proof that Susan was dead before. The cold and selfish guy Mandel will definitely cover up for the face of the turquoise family. I will at most be questioned internally."

Dorrence's thinking in the sage's time soon created various excuses for his success.

He wiped his face.

The blood spots on his face were smeared, but even more terrible with his smug smile: "Loved? Thank you for your death! I seem to have opened the door to a new world! Oh, Lord of the Dark, this feeling... etc. ,someone is coming!"

There were footsteps outside the hut, which were very rhythmic and heavy, as if there were many.

Dorans struggled to stand up.

The wet underwear made him a little uncomfortable.

But he still managed to show his painful expression, stepped over Loved’s body, dropped the holy emblem, and stumbled the door and ran out: "Help...Help!"

"stop!"

What responded to him was cold drinking.

Just outside the hut, ten elite burly figures wearing heavy armor, armed with sword shields, stood there, just neatly arranged in a row, blocking all the space that Dorens could escape in the garden, and that The chain glove has also raised the sword handle at the waist, and the eyes under the iron helmet are even more indifferent.

That gaze was not like looking at a living person, making Dorrence's heart seem to be clenched. He stopped trembling, but found an old man with a straight waist standing behind the row of people.

"Old Owen!"

There was a hint of joy in Dorons' eyes.

His expression was even more painful, and his standing figure also wobbled, seemingly weak, pointing at the storage hut in the back and shouting in horror: "Lofid... Lofid guy... that guy is A cultist who believes in the Lord of the Dark Sun! I came here and broke his secret! He wanted to kill me! He wanted to kill and kill!"

But right in front of him, behind the row of elite heavy warriors, Old Owen didn’t respond in the slightest. Only the person on the left who seemed to be the captain of the warrior slowly opened his mouth, and his voice was like the friction of the sword coming out of the sheath: "More Lens?"

"It's me..." Dorrance nodded gaspingly, "I'm Master Barrett..."

"Rapid advance!"

But an indifferent murmuring interrupted his introduction.

The captain who asked inquisitively came to him with agility that did not meet the heavy armor soldiers, raised the shield in his hand, and with a strong wind, patted heavily on the side of his cheek: "Dizzy shield strike!"

"Uh-huh..." Dorans felt the head suddenly dizzy with a huge force coming from his cheeks.

"Fatal penetration!"

Still indifferent boring.

A long sword was pulled out of the sheath, and with silver awns, he instantly pierced through Dolens' abdomen. The strong and strong heavy armor warrior even pierced his thin body with the long sword as the center, like a skewer. Wear it in mid-air.

"Boom--"

Then it fell to my feet like garbage randomly.

But Durrence was trembling slightly. The huge cuts and penetrating wounds on the chest and abdomen had completely destroyed his internal organs. The mouth and nose were full of blood from the back infusion, struggling to say something, reaching out to grab The heavy armored soldier's chain armor boots fell into the dirt and died.

The other heavy armor soldiers looked at all this indifferently. Old Owen stepped forward, still as decent as a nobleman, leaning on the palm, his voice was also somewhat dissatisfied: "Today is not a good day to see blood."

The captain of the heavy armor soldier replied indifferently: "I have seen blood."

"Ok."

Old Owen nodded: "I will find someone to wipe it off."

The heavy armor captain withdrew the long sword: "That's your business." At the same time, he looked at the corner of the garden next to his eyes, and indifferently commanded the other team members: "The mission is completed, let's go!"

"Yes!" the other heavy armor fighters responded, leaving behind the captain quickly.

"It's a bit awkward."

Old Owen smiled at the corner of the garden: "I can't order them."

There is a figure in the corner of the garden.

It was blurry in the night.

But if you look closely, you can also vaguely find the delicate flowers planted in this garden.

Adrien leaned forward and sniffed slightly. He nodded satisfied with the flowers planted in this corner, turned around unpretentiously, and asked the old Owen calmly, "Who are they?"

"Night Owl." Old Owen replied: "It belongs to the elite of Master Mandel."

"Well!"

Adrien raised his eyebrows: "Is the professional level low?"

Old Owen nodded: "5th-level fighters are a hurdle, they are at least 7th-level fighters."

Adrien seemed to shrug in surprise: "Wow, what a horror!" He looked at the tragic corpse of Dorens, and some said strangely: "Looking at the simple means, the lower fighters can't really do it."

Old Owen smiled: "This is the heritage of the turquoise family."

"This way?"

Adrien nodded: "Come to kill him?"

Old Owen also glanced at the body of Dorrence: "Order of Viscount Mandel." His tone paused, and his gaze also looked into the cabin, and Loved's body was lying at the door: "Captain Nalovide What about?"

Adrien calmly said: "Dorens killed."

"Huh?" Old Owen looked at Adrien deeply: "So?"

"that's it!"

Adrien nodded.

He waved: "Neither of these guys is a good thing, is it?" The tone doesn't matter: "It's up to you here, Owen, I think you can handle it well, right?"

"This is my job." Old Owen leaned back slightly.

"Ok."

Adrien stepped away: "I left without me."

Old Owen looked at him, and when the two were intertwined, he opened his mouth gently: "Master Adrien, I thought you would be as selfish and cruel as your father, as a qualified member of the turquoise family." Dayton: "But I found that I was wrong. You are not like your father, Mandel."

"Huh?" Adrien chuckled: "What do you mean?"

"It's simple."

Old Owen bent over his chest.

He even bowed his head to show respect to him, and said in a calm tone: "Actually, Master Adrien, you are more cruel, selfish, and higher than your father." Slightly calm: "You don't treat people as humans at all. ."

Adrien smiled: "Is this taunt or satire?"

Old Owen said: "You can be regarded as praise."

"Uh huh!"

Adrien shrugged: "Aren't all nobles like this?"

Old Owen was a little silent: "Is this the nobility?" He raised his head again, looked at the body of Loughfield in the wooden house, and his eyes also saw the holy emblem next to the body. The hand shape appeared there, and at the same time picked up the holy symbol and came to the front: "Is this the holy symbol of the Lord of the Dark Sun?"

"The Master's Hand?" Adrien raised his eyebrows, and was a little surprised in his expression: "Old Owen, I have never known that you are still a Master, which is really surprising."

"As you grow stronger, you will know more."

Old Owen looked calm.

Looking down at the holy symbol in his hand, he also had a bit of disgust in his eyebrows: "This thing is really not easy to handle." He reached out to Adrien: "Master, can you help deal with this holy symbol? ?"

"I?"

Adrien reached over and took it, the cold touch made him seem to be holding ice cubes.

A dialog box pops up immediately on the retina.

[Hint: Discover the energy source]

Stunned.

He smiled at the corner of his mouth and nodded: "Happy to serve."

Old Owen also smiled: "This thing is very troublesome to handle. The reputation of the turquoise family has been affected, and no accidents can continue. This is what Master Mandell does not want to see. If you can share the worry for the Lord, then The master will never skimp on his reward."

Adrien put the holy symbol into his pocket: "As a member of the turquoise family, no one will sit and look at the honor of the family and I will not be ashamed. I will not." He stepped away: "See you later."

"See you later." Old Owen lifted his chest and watched him leave.