These big shots are actually me

At this moment, Isabel suddenly received many sincere prayers from her vassals.

When Isabelle listened to a few words curiously and happily, she couldn't help but have black lines on her face...

And inside the Fog City Palace.

Mo Zuo also let out a sigh of relief after watching the Queen leave.

The mirror image created by Chun Tianping for him had already set off, and had been following behind the two poor survivors.

It’s just that I experienced it once in the Forest of Holy Trees. But this experience from two perspectives still made Mozo very tired.

Fortunately, there was nothing major happening in Fog City, so he could focus most of his energy on Victoria.

The female officer who came up behind Mo Zuo at some point also bowed down very respectfully at this time and said:

"Your Majesty. Please allow me to take you to your palace."

After taking over Luo Lan as the quasi-king, Mo Zuo naturally had no reason to live in his own mansion.

So Mozo moved into the palace.

Regarding the words of the female official, Mo Zuo nodded and said:

"Of course, I happen to be a little tired."

He can change the positions of the mirror image and the main body at any time, but Mozo himself is still in the palace at this moment.

Mozzo planned to wait until he fell asleep before changing places and searching for Victoria wholeheartedly.

What surprised Mozo was that the room prepared for him by the palace was exactly the same as the one he had in the North. Oh, I can't say it was exactly the same, the bed was still different.

Moreover, Mo Zuo could not help but smell it and said a little surprised:

"smell good!"

The female officer immediately chuckled and said:

"This is specially prepared for you by Her Majesty the Goddess. How about it? Are you satisfied?"

Mozo nodded with great satisfaction and said:

"Of course, that's great."

But after saying that, Mozo came back to his senses and looked at the female official and the other maids who did not leave.

"Um, what are you doing?"

Mozo, who was used to being alone, still had trouble getting around the corner.

The female official said matter-of-factly:

"Please allow us to change your clothes. In addition, do you need a bedmaid? But I must regret to tell you that this bed is not suitable. Because that is the place of your two majesties. But for the rest of the place, you are willing to condescend to it. Then."

"No, no! Just go out. I'm more used to being alone."

For a moment, Mozo felt that what the female official said was very tempting. But Mozo immediately woke up.

He is just the king of fakes, so it’s better not to commit suicide in this kind of thing.

The female officer chuckled again, then bowed with a little regret:

"Everything is as you wish! Your Majesty. But if you have any needs, please ring the bell. Please note that you can call us for any needs!"

After the female official pointed to the bell on the bedside, she led the maids very respectfully and left the room backwards after bowing.

After finally seeing off the maids, Mo Zuocai fell on his bed exhausted both physically and mentally.

Hmm, it really smells good, um, but why do I think this smell looks familiar?

At this moment, Mozo thought of La's lap pillow, then Hedwig's body fragrance, then Victoria's candies, Jasmine's arms, and even Mozo thought of the witch...

I must be too tired.

After shaking his head, Mozo closed his eyes.

After opening and closing his eyes, Mozo appeared on an airship rushing to Saragan.

267 Orange Mask

Even though he was far away from the Fog City Palace, Mo Zuo still felt that the strange fragrance was still lingering around him.

After taking a deep breath, Mo Zuo shook his head and forced himself to wake up.

Mozo looked around to make sure he was still in the cabin room from the beginning.

Then next door to his room will be the room of the two poor survivors.

Mozo didn't rush to find the two of them, because Mozo himself didn't think much about what identity he should appear in front of the two of them.

Is it possible to just go there and tell people that I am the master of painting?

Mo Zuo himself would not believe this, let alone others.

And the key to this matter is not how he should prove that he is Angel, the master of the painting. What Mozo needs to do is how to properly solve the orc siege, and then find out what happened to the world in the painting and Victoria. What's up.

And if you want to find out the latter, the former must also be dealt with first.

But right now, Mozo is having trouble solving the orc siege. And behind the orcs is the Duze Dynasty.

I don’t know how far the King of Light plans to invest in this matter. Is it inevitable to win, or can he give up?

The King of Light's goal should be the extraordinary characteristics he sent into the world of the painting, but if the world of the painting is really destroyed, then the fundamental reason for his intervention will no longer exist.

But regardless of whether the world in the painting is still there or not, the fact that few extraordinary beings from the artist path have appeared in so many years determines that neither the King of Light nor the orcs will give up.

Because only the answer you come up with is truly correct.

They wouldn't believe the rest, which was the fundamental reason why the Queen directly pointed out that the King of Light would not give up. In addition, Mozo also judged the safety of the world in the painting because he had never seen the extraordinary person who was an artist.

I just didn't expect such a problem to arise.

Similarly, since extraordinary beings without the artist path have appeared widely in recent years, does it also prove that there is something wrong with the information held by the survivors?

It is indeed impossible for them to lie successfully in front of the Queen. But since extraordinary people in the artist path have always been scarce, even if the world in the painting is really destroyed, there should still be something left.

What is most likely is that the world framework that still barely exists still firmly binds all extraordinary characteristics.

Only in this way can we most perfectly explain why the remnants have no time to lie and why there are not a large number of artist channels.

There may be other possibilities, but this is the most likely in Mozo's knowledge, and if this is really the reason, then Victoria's status may also be very optimistic?

After thinking about this, Mozo couldn't help but sigh.

"Victoria, what happened to you? No matter what, please wait for me!"

-

Next door to Mozo's room, the old man and the middle-aged man also sat facing each other in silence.

After a long time, the middle-aged man couldn't help but said:

"Are you really not going to seek help elsewhere?"

After a glimmer of hope flashed in the old man's eyes, he quickly buried it.

"There is no hope. If the people of Luoran who have direct friction with the Duze Dynasty are not willing to help us, then others will be even less likely to fight against a powerful dynasty for a group of remnants who have nothing to offer."

The middle-aged man couldn't help but move his lips a few times. Although he didn't say anything, the old man understood what the other party meant at a glance.

"Are you trying to say that no one is helping us because we can't give proper compensation? If that's the case, why can't we use heavy profits to deceive others first?"

The middle-aged man nodded, he indeed thought so.

As long as they get rid of the enemy first, then the helpers who directly confront the orcs and even the Duze Dynasty will have no choice but to go to hell.

This was unkind, but they had no other choice. Only those who survive are qualified to pay attention to etiquette, justice and integrity.

The old man shook his head after coughing a few times and said:

"Impossible. This is not a question of whether it should be done or not. This is something that is fundamentally impossible! You also saw it in the Loland Palace. The majesty of the high-sequencers cannot be defied. They have a thousand or even There are ten thousand ways to tell whether what we say is true or false.”

"So what you want is fundamentally impossible to succeed. And those who can't tell the truth from what we say, let alone harm others. That's not asking for help, that's backing up."

The old man convinced the middle-aged man, but also because of this, the middle-aged man became more puzzled and said:

"Since these big men have many, many ways to tell whether what we say is true or false, why don't the beasts believe it?"

When the beasts suddenly attacked, they tried to negotiate, but the beasts ignored them.

"Because they have already done it, they will naturally reach the end. And most importantly, the extraordinary characteristics that Her Majesty the Queen brought into the world of the painting have indeed never appeared."

"Let them come in and investigate on their own?"

Seeing that the middle-aged man was still confused, the old man's cough became more and more violent. But after calming down for a while, the old man still explained helplessly:

"It's because they won't find anything, so we have to keep fighting with them. Otherwise, our end may be much more miserable than you can imagine."

Since the hideout was discovered by the orcs, their only way out was to hand over everything the orcs and the Duze Dynasty wanted.

But the trouble is that they can't come up with anything at all!

What is even more frustrating is that when the other party firmly believes that the thing is in their hands and they refuse to hand it over life or death, it is self-evident what the other party will do.

It must have been torture beyond their imagination and life worse than death.

So resistance may seem foolish, but it is their only option.

At least the former royal city is still indestructible even after countless years. That was the only way the survivors could rely on.

Besides, dying in battle is countless times better than being tortured endlessly.

When the middle-aged man also realized this, the atmosphere in the room returned to its original silence and depression.

But just when the two of them were extremely silent, there was a sudden knock on the door of their room.

as they hesitantly opened the door.

A strange mask with orange light constantly flowing appeared in front of them.

268 Undercurrent (3k)

Looking at this orange mask, the middle-aged man on the warrior path immediately put his hand on the short knife behind him.

But before he could pull out his dagger, he was stopped by the old man.

"Daddy Hank?"

The middle-aged man didn't quite understand the behavior of the old man named Hank. The person in front of them wearing a strange mask did not look like a good person.

Why should we prevent him from taking advantage of others?

Old Hank shook his head and then looked at the orange mask in front of him and said:

"I once saw a wedge-shaped stone tablet from the distant past in my hometown. It said that there had been an ancient and mysterious organization since the beginning of the Gods. They called themselves the audience and all wore strange streaming masks."

"Are you one of them? The one from the Shadow Courtyard?"

Courtyard of Shadows? Upon hearing this word, Orange Mask chuckled and said:

"Perhaps you mistranslated the ancient stone slab you saw. The name of our organization is not the Shadow Courtyard but the Formless Courtyard!"

Seeing that the other party directly pointed out the name that he deliberately said wrongly, Old Hank finally confirmed the other party's identity - the orange mask of Wuxiang Courtyard!

After confirming the identity of the other party, Old Hank immediately said to the middle-aged man:

"Okay, Cole. You don't need to be so guarded. This gentleman is not a bad person with evil intentions. He is a member of an ancient organization, and this organization is known for its absolute neutrality."

"Besides, this is a quasi-angel!"

The previous words only made the middle-aged man Cole put down his guard, because they, the remnants of the ancient dynasty, were not very interested in ancient things.

But when he heard the word quasi-angel, Cole immediately became solemn.

In the extraordinary world, the strong are respected. This is an eternal and unchanging iron law.

Orange Mask shook his head and smiled:

"It's just about having this opportunity. Many outstanding seniors in the history of our organization were Angels who failed to make it to the second level, let alone me."

Old Hank didn't say anything about this. With no hope of help, he was in no mood to talk to Orange Mask.

He just maintained basic etiquette, pulled out a stool and said:

"Please take a seat. But may I know what the Orange Mask Master from the Wuxiang Courtyard wants to do when he comes to see us two little characters?"