Dawn of the Grey Tower

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"Aren't we going to send them off?" The second floor of the Chihongzhitong Tavern, with one eye, sorting out the information reported by his men recently. She didn't wear a mask on her face, which meant that the only person listening to her in the room was Emia. The witch, still in red, heard the words from one eye and turned from the window to hug the latter from the back. Emia put her chin on the lover ’s shoulder and whispered in her ear, "Young people should have them Story. Besides, I do n’t have the heart to leave you and Hill facing this mess. "" You didn't help here, uh ... "After going through a series of events, everyone will change somewhat. For One-eyed and Hill, they found that the witch they served became much more cheerful than before, which is a good thing, but the willfulness that came with it made people feel a little weak. Perhaps to compensate for the time lost in fear, the one-eyed, struggling from the witch's hug, thought so.

On the other side, in a small house in the port area, Roland is repairing his props. Now is the time when people's hearts are low. Moderate entertainment after labor can stimulate the morale of the residents in the royal capital. "Sir, how do I get this?" Spyro, who was sitting next to the old man, held a small tube with the thickness of his thumb. He volunteered to help Roland, but because of the limitations of knowledge, what the little sparrow can do Only help wipe the stains. "Is this? I'm looking for it, um, here." The magician rummaged through the pile of props on the ground and took out a thin wooden stick with fine fluff at one end. "Slightly wet this, poke it in, and gently pull it out. Remember, it must be light. There are dark threads on it, too rough will cause wear." Sparrow nodded and carefully placed the fluff beside it. Stained in the small bucket.

Looking at the serious sparrow, Roland nodded. He put down the props on his hand, reached for the pipe that was set aside, filled the tobacco and lit it. In the exhaled mist, the old man's thoughts became distant. In vain he used to laugh at Clark's loneliness, but after all these years, his youngest apprentice has grown to such a point. However, he is still alone in a wagon wandering around. "Oh, maybe, we are not even adapted to this world."

The magician ’s contemplation did n’t last long. The door of the warehouse was gently pushed open, and a sharp and thin voice came from behind, “Mr. Roland, there is an Edward who wants to see you, and needs me to smash his nose with a stone "Oh, my dear boy, please don't do this. Hatred can only grow hatred." The old man said as he stood up, instructing Sparrow to continue to clean up the props, but he himself walked to the door and turned his hand out. A candy was delivered to the dwarf who reported. "I believe that Lightning doesn't want to see you like this." "Okay ..." The dwarf seemed a little lost when he heard Lightning's name. It took the candy in Roland's hand and didn't put it directly in his mouth. The magician smacked his mouth. He thought he might have said the wrong thing. These little guys had not come out of the sacrifice of their patriarch. So Roland patted it on the head. "But I believe that a proper mischief is definitely something Lightning would like to see. You know, like adding salt as sugar to Edward's tea."

The dwarf walked away, and the magician tapped his forehead gently with his index finger. Hatred, especially hatred between races, how could it be something that can be eliminated in a few words? The resentment between the dwarf and the ghoul, and the batman who assisted the ghoul during the rebellion, they must pay the price for the betrayal, and Roland is very clear, and even if he understands this, he cannot blame the two. People of all races, but hatred always finds an object to bear. This may be the reason why he voluntarily stayed. The old magician has seen too many similar situations. He does not want to repeat the nightmares that will wake him up at midnight. "Well, let me try it. See where I can direct this hatred." Roland said, holding the big hat hanging outside the door and buckling it on his head. "If I can change the destiny of tragedy, then this, It should be the best magic in my life. "

"If I were you, I wouldn't send the army at this time. Especially the iron knight. The sword in his hand can make a lot of things easier." The highest level of the royal castle, Sigt The window overlooked the troops who had left the capital completely and walked into the wilderness. The black figure behind the king said speculatively. "Atticus is very sensitive. If I leave him by his side, he will definitely notice you." "Oh! This is really my honor!" The man bowed exaggeratedly, but his tone There was not much emotion in it. "Enough, devil. Put away your tricks. I haven't dealt with your kind." The king turned, and the bearskin cloak behind him knocked against the wall with a muffled noise. With the swing of the cloak, you can see that Siget's waist is rarely seen with two fist blades. These two blades are the best weapons for the king when he was young.

"Hey, hey, the Slayer, the Demon Slayer. I've heard your name before. If it weren't for you, Karus wouldn't be able to cause us so much trouble as now." The devil wearing a smile mask With a terrible laugh, he said. "Then you should know that the rules of the game for you and yours are not applicable to me." The king of Cang frowned. He hated talking to the devil, but the conditions imposed by the other party forced the king to accept it.

"Woo ... don't be so angry, Your Majesty. Please be assured that you are already on our blacklist, so this time, I'm not here to make a deal with you." The devil took two steps back and seemed to be really Afraid of Sigt, he even raised his hands ~ www.ltnovel.com ~ made a gesture of surrender. "Remember? I'm here to help you." The king gritted his teeth because of his anger. I really want to kill this obnoxious guy with a knife. But he also knew that he was no longer the free adventurer. As a monarch, he had to negotiate with various people for help in the interests of the kingdom, even if the other party came from the deepest part of the darkness. "You'd better be like this. If you let me find anyone you are trying to confuse Cangshi, I don't mind killing another devil."

"Oh, you are so imposing, I can understand why people in this country are willing to serve you as a master. Even if you don't have any heirs."

Sigter's eyes shook, "Hern's curse will be cut off from me, the devil, you and your master who are buried deep underground have no chance." "Of course, of course. Your self-control is all I've seen The strongest one among the mortals, hehe, I really hope that the little guy who stole my things can have your consciousness like this. "The man said, looking away from the cheese and other people in the direction of the city wall.

Sigt's eyes narrowed, and his hand touched the blade of his waist. "You'd better not pay attention to Marcus, devil, otherwise, I will make you pay."

"What can I do? You have already pulled him far away for me, and found him a group of bodyguards who are so reliable. What can I do? Ha ha ..."