Assassin’s Chronicle

The second fifty-seventh chapter is congenitally insufficient

"Is it really impossible?" Buzureiano’s eyes oored with sadness.

"I can't find it, maybe my ability is not enough." An Fei shook his head and looked at Buzureano with sympathetic eyes. He talked about how to settle in and understand the realm of harmony between man and nature. His There is a strict set of exercises in the family martial arts. The method that Buzureano taught him was too rough and too simple. No wonder Buzureano has been handing over the heart of nature, and has not been able to communicate with the heart of nature. Otherwise, it should be Buzureano, not with him.

Buzureano’s gaze turned to Silanberger, and Slanbek sighed softly: “I’ll tell you about the temple right away. It’s better to have them help.” The head turned, just to see the headless cognac body, could not help but hurriedly walked up.

Buzureano stabilized his emotions and then released a natural magic. A vine appeared in the hands of Buzurea, crawled against the window against the floor, and climbed through the window along the outer wall to the ground. As long as the snake is gone, it’s gone.

"Is this man killed by you?" Slanberger pointed to the headless body on the ground and turned and asked, his voice filled with surprise.

"it's me."

"What method did you use to kill him?"

"He is too big." An Fei shrugged his shoulders.

"Is that madman?" Buzureano also noticed the white bone staff.

"Yes." Shilanbei shook his head with a wry smile, whispering a spell in a low voice, and the sacred flame appeared again, shrouded over the white-bone staff, under the burning of the Holy Flame, the white bone method. The rod trembled for a moment and turned into countless dust.

Buzureano also showed a smile. Although the madman in his mouth has a considerable gap with him and Shilanbeige in strength, it is a terrible existence in front of Anfei and others. According to common sense, Anfei and others are unlikely to pay. At any cost, it is easy to kill this madman, but since the basic teachings of the natural goddess can also be overthrown by Anfei, it is nothing to be subverted.

"Two adults, I don't know if I should say it or not." An Fei said softly.

Syracuse and Buzureano looked at each other: "An Fei. It doesn't matter, if you want to say something, you can say it."

"If you just want to find out the spy and kill Nana, the two adults don't have to work so hard. If it is to clear the world's filth more quickly, we should deliberately let them escape."

Slangeberger sighed for a moment and sighed: "I was angry for a while, I didn't think so much, but it was your child. It was amazing to think carefully."

"You said that he is Nana?" Buzurea said, pointing to the broken body.

"Yes, he is the city owner of Punk City." An Fei nodded. "I think if we go to his city house now, I might get some gains."

"Yes. Let's go, let's go now!" Sri Lankan fever came to the spirit, and it seems that he is also very dissatisfied with this result.

"Adults, now punk city has lost the city owner, I am afraid that some people who are unconcerned will make rumors secretly. This is likely to be chaotic! The great Bucuriano is a great druid with lofty prestige and prestige. There are also temples of the goddess of nature and a large number of believers in the city. If the adults of Buzureano can come forward to rectify the order of the city, those people will not look down on any storms."

"Old, old, and now this thing needs children to remind." Buzureano said with a smile: "Well, you go with the Slangbe hot, here I will hand it over."

Although it is already in the middle of the night. But there are patrolling soldiers on the street, just looking for a team, no need to say anything, the priest's robes surrounded by the sacred atmosphere of Shilanbeige have proved his identity, the patrols respectfully put Anfei The people have been sent to the front of the city government.

On both sides of the main gate of the city's main house, several night-time soldiers saw the hesitant face before the meeting, first carefully looked at the priest's robes around the Slangeberger Huaguang, and then confirmed it with respect: "Adult. You Problems?"

"Crap." An Fei shook the black eleven to give him the waist card. Said coldly.

In fact, the soldiers did not know what the waist card in Anfei’s hands meant, but they could feel that the head was too small. I couldn’t help but smile. "Adult, wait a few moments, let’s go and inform the city owner."

"No, we can go in by ourselves."

"but……"

"Let's get out!" Anfei said impatiently.

A few nights looked at each other and they showed a bitter smile. No matter how many people in front of them or the city owners in the house, they all could not afford to sin, and they could not help but feel dilemma. However, there is a smart person who has figured out the key places, took the initiative to go to the door, pushed the door open, offended a few people in front of him, and may soon bear the consequences. God knows what to do. If the city owner blames it in the future, at most it is changed. A job can't die.

Someone has set an example, or has a scapegoat, and other soldiers have followed back to the side. Here is something that has nothing to do with them.

The furnishings in the city's main house are clean and simple. It can be seen that Nana is not a luxury person. At least half of the rooms are empty. The rest of the room is home to servants such as housekeepers, maids, and cooks. A few guards, An Fei did not know how to judge whether there were any undead mages in them. This is the responsibility of Slan Bégé, in the light of the Holy Flame, unless it is the same as the undead mage of Slangeberg. It is possible to pass the eyes of Scranberry, and the reason why the magic of light is called the nemesis of undead magic is not unreasonable.

After all the people were awakened, they first accepted the assessment of the Holy Flame, and then they were free to move. Several of the guards saw An Fei during the day and hesitated to ask what happened to Anfei. Anfei did not explain, but only indicated They are behind.

This is where the Necromancers are inherently deficient. They can use lies to deceive others to serve him. But once the truth is revealed, they become rebellious. Almost everyone does not want to see the whole world ruled by the dark, rejecting The sense of transcending nationality and transcending race has reached the point where everyone is united, which is the root cause of the repeated defeats of the undead masters.

Therefore, An Fei was relieved to let the several guards follow, although they have been serving Nana, but after knowing the truth, they will never choose to stand on the side of Nana, but will suddenly reveal all doubts they know.

From the first floor to the second floor, and back to the first floor from the second floor, all the people were called, but the Slangeberger never found anything of value. Anfei took a long gun from the weapon rack, all the way. Knocking and knocking, especially in the study and bedroom of Nana, the whole beat a circle, and there is no gain.

"Adult, what happened? Where did our city owners go?" A guard couldn't help it. He asked, and the other guards quickly put their ears up, which they wanted to know.

"Nanna is a necromancer." An Fei said faintly.

"What??" The guards exclaimed.

"This is the great priest Lanbee, this is the daughter of the chief court magister Sol, and I am a student of Sol Master. We will prove it, do you still believe it?"

"Nanna is a man... is it really a necromancer?" A guard still didn't believe it, but his voice was louder, he was heard by a maid, and she didn't know what she thought of, and she screamed and stunned on the ground. .

"Can such a thing be a joke?"

The guards looked at Shilan Beige carefully and looked at An Fei's dignified look. He no longer asked.

"Right, I heard that Nanna has a wife? Why didn't she see her?" An Fei suddenly remembered the hatred that Nana showed at the time.

"Mrs. went back to the country to visit relatives, um... I haven't come back for almost half a year." A guard returned: "The young master was taken away by his wife."

“Is Nanna and his wife feeling good?”

"Not very good, adults... Oh no, the necromancer hates the lady and hates the young master."

"why?"

"Because the young master has been hiding from him since he was a child, he can't hide and cry, as if he has never called his father. It has been a long time, and the necromancer would not want to see them again."

"I feel... the lady doesn't seem to go back to the country." A guard suddenly picked up.

"Oh?" An Fei brows and picks his eyes and turns to the bodyguard.

"Mrs.'s brother has been here two months ago. I accidentally heard him and the guy say that he wants to see his sister, so... I feel that my wife has not returned to the country."

"Later?" An Fei asked.

"Later... Later I never saw my wife's brother again, it seems to be leaving."

"He didn't see how the lady would leave?" another guard asked.

"Then I don't know, anyway, I have never seen him again."

An Fei was already ready to give up. Hearing these words, he felt something faintly, and his eyes turned to Slangbee. If there is something hidden by dark magic, only Slangeberg can find it.