Warlord of Chaos

Chapter VIII is not afraid of fear

The woman was so frightened that the splash of glass fragments covered her, and even a piece of semi-finger, sharp triangle shaped pieces pierced her eyebrows. If she turned it further, it would definitely turn her into One-eyed dragon, but she was scared to feel no pain, staring at Han Jin and others, and at the corner, a maid who was cleaning the bookshelf was frightened, throwing away the rag, using Hands clenched his mouth tightly, and his body almost collapsed.

"You go out, there is nothing wrong with you here." Han Jin said to the maid faintly.

The maid stood up in a panic and rushed out of the house without looking back.

"Stand up!" Han Jin suddenly shouted.

The maid was shocked again, and put her back on the wall, her arms and legs were shaking slightly. In fact, she couldn’t walk anymore, and footsteps came from outside the door. I walked in and walked in, followed by the two middle-aged people, who still had a nose-skinned cook in their hands. Obviously, when they rushed upstairs, they were blocked by the cook, and Schumann was not at all polite. Direct command is under the control.

"Schumann? Is it you?!" The woman dressed as a lady screamed.

"Do you know her?" Han Jin asked.

"Of course I know that she is the wife of General Quincy and the only wife." Schumann replied with a smile.

“Quincy?” Han Jin felt that the name was very familiar.

"Quincy's strength is not very good, but it has the trust of Desmark, only after Gerald, but I heard that when General Quincy had a mission, the mysterious disappeared, um... It seems to be underground."

"Oh..." Han Jin smiled. He remembered. Quincy was the general who was trapped in the abyss, but this was a few years ago.

"Schumann, what are you doing to me?!" the woman screamed.

"Don't pretend, Mrs. Mesa of Aster." Schumann turned cold: "Let's take a trip with us."

"What... what aster flower?" The woman asked in amazement.

"I still don't give up?" Schumann sneered: "Master Gibran, look at you."

Gibran just stepped forward and Han Jin waved his hand to stop Gibran's movements. His eyes turned to the maid: "Mrs. Mesa doesn't know the aster flower, you should know?"

"Ah?" The maid was wide-eyed, and her delicate face was full of confusion and fear.

"Tell me, who is the blade?" Han Jin asked softly. No matter how perfect the performance of the maid is, it is not his insight. When ordinary people are afraid of something, they will always make all kinds of meaningless actions. If you shift the focus elsewhere, use the corner of your eyes or feel it. By filtering out the tremors that are disguised, you will find that the maid's body posture is very stable. Moreover, the lady has been scared, sitting on the ground for a long time can not climb, a maid is actually stronger than the owner's psychological quality, how much can not be said.

According to Han Jin’s understanding, each plant has a guardian behind the aster flower, usually by high-ranking professionals. Elma was killed late at night and was mistaken for death due to illness. It is the handwriting of the blade holder. Other branches such as the flower and the filament are easy to say. Only the blade holder must be removed as soon as possible. The people around Han Jin are not all strong. Schumann often turns around the streets. Stillberg and Mirien also like to hang out in the city. Hillett is in the gentle township all day long. There are still many people who will become flaws, and Han Jin cannot send people to protect them all.

"What? What are you talking about?" the maid said in a trembling voice.

Han Jin was not interested in nonsense. He whispered the blasphemy and raised his right hand. The maid suddenly hugged his head, and his mouth screamed and shook his body a little.

"Yes, very strong mental strength!" Han Jin made a cold cry, his right hand slowly gripped into a fist.

The maid jumped up, and the tragedy in his mouth became more and more fierce. Then he ran into the house like a madman, knocked over the bookshelf, knocked down the round table and the chair, and finally hit the wall. The maid's movements became so excited that it seemed to find an excellent venting channel, holding his head and struggling against the wall, and the wall was dull and squeaky, with the appearance of a piece of blood, but The maid not only did not stop, but the frequency of the collision was faster and more crazy.

This incredible scene made Gibran and Kirk stunned, and they remembered a terrible magic, curse! However, in their impressions, there seems to be no cursing magic that can induce people to commit suicide.

Han Jin’s situation is not easy. He has a feeling of riding a tiger. He wants to forcibly strip the soul. The first condition is that he must have a thousand times more than the other’s mind. Of course, there is no problem for ordinary people. Yes, but when encountering a professional with strong mental strength, then Han Jin’s situation is dangerous. If he is slightly careless, his mind will be hit hard.

He thought that the strength of the other side was between the sixth and seventh steps. Who knows that the maid's strength is far beyond his expectations! This should not be, according to the analysis of Gibran and others, this small building is just a 'flower stem'. If the strength of a flower stem is so strong, then the power of the entire aster flower will be re-evaluated.

"Open!" Han Jin screamed, and the Soul Eater on the left wrist bracelet slammed out and flew straight to the waitress's back.

With a slamming sound, the soul-dropping beads fell into the hair of the maid, and the maid trembled abruptly, and the screams came to an abrupt end. Her figure flung on the wall and then fell down a little.

A smog of smoke flew out from the waiter's back, and it became the shape of Harley. Han Jin sighed with relief, and his sweat was oozing out from his forehead. It seems that this method cannot be used often, at least Can not be used without protection.

"Hare, how?" Han Jin asked slowly.

"Good power, oh..." Harley smirked.

Han Jin recruited beckoning, Harley changed the black and faint beads, shot into Han, and reloaded the soul-seeking beads on the bracelet. Han Jin swept away from the nose and swollen the kitchen and the lady. Needless to say, the lady is just a woman with no hands and no force. At the moment when the window is broken, Han Jin always observes the reaction of the lady, and does not evade it, letting the glass fragments spill on her body. One piece of glass broke into her brow bone and almost turned her into a scorpion. Faced with such danger, most professionals could not control their instinctive reaction, so Han Jin would turn his attention to That maid.

"Let's go." Han Jin whispered.

"Adult, is this going?" Schumann asked in surprise.

"What else do you want to do?"

"At least you have to send someone to control it, lest the news leak out." Schumann said: "And... they both heard it, we are looking for a blade!"

"No, I haven't heard anything!" The lady was shocked. She gave the meaning of Schumann's words and screamed with her ears. It seemed like this would prove that she had really heard nothing.

"You go to Alexandre Reiter and let him send a few mountain soldiers to come over." Han Jin said slowly, he deliberately ignored the words behind Schumann, because there is no need to make a poor widow, let alone General Quincy equals He died in his hands and killed the poor little widow, giving him a feeling of copying the family. He didn't want to be so vicious.

After that, Han Jin first jumped out of the broken window. Schumann looked at Mrs. Mesa coldly and waved her hand and walked to the door. The two middle-aged people threw the nose-skinned kitchen to the ground. Also followed Schumann went out.

"Raphael!" Gibran caught up with Han Jin in the court and whispered: "Why are you so troublesome? Just kill them both."

"How?" Han Jinyi, according to the character of Gibran's past, should not be so cruel.

"You didn't find out? Mrs. Mesa should know who you are. There is hatred in her eyes!" Gibran whispered: "She seems to have learned about General Quincy, but... we have not said to outsiders. How did she know?"

"There is no wall in the world. When the time is long, there will always be people who say that they are leaking." Han Jin thought about it and smiled. "Forget it, hate me and hate me, what can a little widow make?" ”

"But I have a feeling of uneasiness in my heart." Ji Bolun said.

"Oh?" Han Jin’s footsteps suddenly stunned. For others, he may not take Ji Bolun’s words seriously, because he feels that this kind of thing is the most unreliable, but Han Jin is different, as a former private detective, he I believe in my instincts. Similarly, he will not ignore the intuition of others.

The wind blew in from the broken window and made a creaking sound. Mrs. Mesa sat quietly on the ground, and the cook licked her mouth and couldn't easily get up from the ground. When she saw the vulgar body of the maid, she scared. I have to have soft legs and another **** sitting on the ground.

"Get out," said Mrs. Mesa coldly.

The cook didn't dare to disobey the master's orders, but she really couldn't climb up. Finally she cried and smothered her hands and feet and climbed to the door.

In the setting sun, a well-dressed, graceful and graceful old man walked slowly into the holy crown city. Although the melee between the elves and the orcs was in full swing, the holy crown city was not affected, because Fossa made Almost none of the strategic plans were realized, and he did not have the energy to play the idea of ​​the Holy City.

Therefore, the warning of the Holy City is not very strict, pedestrians are free to enter and exit, but only the human race, the elves and the orcs can not be concealed. If the two appear at the gate, the treatment will certainly not be the same. .

The old man walked at a slow pace. While walking, he looked at the scenery on both sides with great interest, but he did not stroll around without a purpose. It seems that he also had a certain understanding of the layout of the holy city, and did not ask anyone, When I went straight, I went straight. When I turned, I turned around without hesitation. Finally, he stopped in an alley, looked around and opened a courtyard door and walked in slowly.

There was only one person in the house. He was staring at the wall. The old man pushed open the door and no one walked in. The two men collided with each other. The owner of the house slowly stood up and said in a humble voice: "You come. It is."

"Who are you?" The old man's tone was not at all polite, full of a condescending taste.

"My name is Curtini." The man in the house bent slightly and bent: "My master asked me to wait for you here."

"Your master is Raphael?"

"Yes."

"Let Raphael come to see me." The old man waved impatiently.

"Your tone is a bit unfriendly." Curtini said faintly: "And... I want to make a point, Rafael is the owner of the city, and you are just a guest, correct your attitude, Good for you and for us."

"Friendly?!" The old man was furious: "In my eyes, you are just a group of small reptiles. What are the qualifications for me?!"

With the snoring of the old man, an invisible pressure swayed, the windows on both sides of the room were simultaneously opened, the dust on the roof was shaken, and Curtini’s face became pale. However, his body is still quite straight.

"If you really can't control yourself, then everything becomes simple." Curtini sneered: "The dragon guardian Xia Zuo is here, I am looking forward to the two scenes."

The invisible pressure disappeared without a trace, and the old man’s face became extremely unattractive. He paused for a moment and said in a word: “Xia Zuo? What did he come here to do?!”

"That's not what I can know." Curtini's eyes showed a smirk: "Would you like to be quiet? Hehe... It turns out that the most powerful upper dragon in the mainland is also guilty."

"You..." The old man took a breath: "You are deliberately irritating me?!"

"No, I just want to get back to justice." Kurtini said coldly: "You just insulted my master, didn't you?"

"I can kill you." The old man squinted at Curtini: "Since Raphael can find me here, I can never refuse to cooperate with you because of you."

"I don't care." Curtini smiled. He really didn't care. Since Han Jin and him personally buried the ashes of Zaguned, he knew what to do in the future: "This is the Raphaelite. Things, and I just need to do what I have to do, just fine."

The old man's look became dignified, staring at Kurtini deeply, for a long while, he sighed: "Do you even want people like you to be loyal to him? Can you give everything? I... really is the more The more curious you are."

"I am just a negligible servant." After recovering his face, Kurtini’s tone has also eased. He does not want to be mad at the other side. Of course, if the other party continues to be proud and rude, it is another One thing: "Now, are you willing to talk to me?"

"Is you coming to talk to me?" The old man's brow suddenly stood up.

"Of course not." Curtini smiled: "The situation in the Holy Crown City is now complicated. The owner does not want to see an accident. Therefore, before the owner makes a decision, I will be with you for the time being. What do you have? Question, although I can say that I can answer you, I will answer you truthfully."

"He hasn't made a decision yet?" The old man had to be angry, but he never gave up the pressure: "What did he do for me?!"

"Because at that time, the guardian of the dragon domain Xia Zuo did not contact the owner." Curtini whispered back.

The old man closed his mouth, and the muscles on his face twitched at the same time. Kurtini’s explanation was profound. Xia Zu took the initiative to look for Han Jin. The Holy Crown City already had many choices. The Holy Crown City is not afraid of you!

After a long silence, the old man had to lower his posture, and his tone became softer than Curtini: "How long has Xiazu been?"

"It seems to be... a few days." Curtini smiled and said: "I have been staying in the house, rarely going out, so I am not too sure."

"So..." The old man suddenly became swallowed, he wanted to say, but didn't want to say, because the secret was too big.

Kurtini waited for a long while, seeing no following, could not help but shrug his shoulders: "What do you want to ask?"

"Xia Zuo... already knows the whereabouts of the Dragon Heart?!" The old man finally couldn't stand it.

"I don't know." Curtini shook his head.

"You don't know? What do you know?!" The old man angered.

"A lot, because I am involved in a wide range of fields, magic, alchemy, right, and poetry, what do you want to talk about?" Curtini whispered back.

"You... very good, very good." The old man said in a very blunt tone. If he changed a scene, he would not hesitate to crush the person in front of him into blood, but now he can only bear it.

"You have a good reputation." Curtini smiled: "I just said, I am just a negligible servant."

"When will Raphael come to see me?"

"I will pass your message to the owner, but when will it come... it will be up to the owner to decide."

"If Raphael doesn't come for a month, will I wait here for a month?" The old man laughed.

"That's impossible. If you don't see you, how does the master know which kind of decision is sensible and appropriate?" Curtini's face was getting more and more smiling.

"Let's go." The old man slowly closed his eyes: "When you see Raphael, don't forget to tell him that my companions are in the middle of the forest two hundred miles away. My message is long... ...their patience is not as good as me."

"I will tell the master." Curtini did not change: "You have nothing to say to me?"

The old man waved his hand, and he counted it. It didn't make any sense to talk to someone who was not humble and slick.