The Emerald Tower

"Head Nite, I think you should leave for a while, the next scene may make you feel very uncomfortable!"

After Dean glanced at the opponent, his gaze was completely on the assassin.

Compared to Nite, who was completely kept in the dark, this assassin who was mixed into the Crimson Flame Mercenary Group deserves Dean’s attention. After looking at the opponent for a moment, Dean stretched out his hands and placed it on the opponent’s He stroked the neck back and forth, searching very carefully, and then, when Dean found a strange bump.

Sneer!

Just like the sound of tearing paper from a book, a Zen-like human skin mask appeared in Dean's hands.

Without the cover of a human skin mask, the true face of the assassin was also revealed.

This is a middle-aged man with an ordinary face and pale skin. Obviously, he is the one who has not seen the sun for a long time.

"You, you... Where's Dilfen?"

Seeing the face different from that of her companion, Nite, who had been stunned, finally recovered, she questioned loudly.

The assassin didn't speak, but just sneered.

Suddenly, Nite, who had just received the message of ‘there is no betrayal from his companion’, was delighted and plunged into darkness again in an instant.

Because the attitude of the other party clearly stated that Dilfen was dead.

"I will kill you!"

Nite roared and threw out her fists.

Snapped!

But he was easily blocked by Dean. Looking at the glaring opponent, Dean pointed to the assassin and said, "This is my captive. You have no right to deal with him!"

"But. I died two companions. The most important companion!"

Nite retorted.

"Dying in a mission, isn't it the best destination for a mercenary?" Dean asked, "I don't know what mission you took, but when you received the mission, it was destined to be now. You can’t blame others for this situation!"

"Are you mocking me for failing to measure?"

Nite was breathing heavily, her face flushed.

of course. There is no other strange thought, just because of anger and anger.

"This is true!"

Dean said, kicking the broken flail hammer to the opponent, and emphasized again: "I invite you out now!"

"you!"

Nite was angry, but seeing the hammerhead at her feet, especially after the five clear fingerprints, her anger was stagnant.

Subconsciously, Nite thought of the previous scene.

From that kind of situation, Nite easily guessed. The other party already knew that this assassin was around.

Then, step by step led the opponent into the trap.

"Such strength, scheming..."

Inexplicable. Nite doesn't think she should offend the other party again.

Being able to become the head of the mercenary group at such an age and as a female, Nite will definitely not be as reckless as she seems.

Looking at Dean again, Nite picked up the hammer and left the side hall.

"It's a good mercenary, isn't it?"

Dean said as he looked at the assassin in front of him.

The assassin remained silent, obviously he was going to die to the end.

"Such silence is not appropriate... You are not a dead man in the true sense-look, this is the latest evidence!"

Dean tore off the opponent's shirt, and on his shoulders, there was a brand: the flame dragon spewing frost!

The flame dragon is lifelike, it will wriggle with the changes of human muscles, just like alive.

"Brand of the King of Conquer! Every time I see it like this, I feel a little bit angry..."

Dean spoke slowly, placing his fingertips on the head of the flame dragon brand, and then slowly pressing down.

The slightly white fingertips, at this time, instantly became white, as if they were sharp as a blade, and they were directly submerged in the brand.

Chicks, chicks!

The blood began to overflow along the finger hole.

The assassin groaned even more, especially when Dean’s fingertips touched the opponent’s shoulder blades and kept pulling the sharpest part of the fingertips. The assassin couldn’t bear it anymore. Screamed loudly.

"Look, you are not as strong as you imagined!"

Dean pulled out his fingers, his tone was still slow, as if everything was under control, putting psychological pressure on the assassin who was already physically tortured.

Torture is a science.

This is what the old thief once told Dean.

Although Dean is not very interested in this subject, for some things, he has to get himself a passing grade.

And such a pass is enough for most of the time——

"Leaving the Frost Elves and their descendants under the command of the Conquer King, they use the frost dragon entwined with flames as their mark, but some descendants of the frost elves still stay under the command of the Conquer King. They are marked by the frost-spraying flame dragon. ; Even with the disappearance of all the frost elves a hundred years after the founding of Jade, this situation has not changed!"

Dean pulled out a white handkerchief, wiped the blood on his fingertips, and said in a retelling tone a secret of the frost nobles.

"You, you know?"

Trembling, the assassin spoke, looking at Dean in disbelief.

"Of course, I can be regarded as one of the descendants anyhow-even if the family is broken, some things that must be known are all inherited!"

Dean smiled, as if telling the truth.

Of course Dean knew these things. In the previous life, he had worked hard to deal with the Prince Gaosai.

After all, the Frost Nobles who tend to conquer the king have always been the guards and guards of the Gaosai royal family.

"Then what else do you have to ask!"

When he found that his persistence was so useless, the assassin lowered his head weakly.

"I just want to prove something, and get something!"

Dean said this.

"what do you want?"

The assassin looked at Dean vigilantly again.

"Don't worry. We have a lot of time-I have a variety of methods here. They are enough to make you understand your situation more deeply... At that time. You can't wait to tell everything I want to know. I!"

With that, Dean turned around and looked at Huck aside.

"Starting from tomorrow, I will break the bones of his limbs little by little, one inch a day, until they are all broken!"

Dean said coldly.

"Yes, my lord!"

Huck did not hesitate to respond with respect, then. Carrying the opponent, he walked towards the barracks cell. The assassin didn't yell at all along the way, but stared at Dean viciously.

In response, Dean smiled and even stroked his chest with his right hand, making a noble ceremony.

When only Dean was left in the room, Dean sat in the chair again, the brazier in front of him after Xiron added a few sticks of dry wood. The flame grew stronger, the temperature of the entire room. It improved a few degrees again in an instant.

"If I obtain Frost Swordsmanship, then my identity will no longer be doubted by anyone; however, this is not a simple matter. It will take a long time to defeat that guy’s psychological defense. It’s mid-to-late February, and there is not much time left for me!"

Although Emerald's Frost Nobles, unlike those of Gaosai, have been reused, most of them have been dilapidated, but the accumulation of countless years still makes them not to be underestimated.

Whether it is a suitable talent, or those accumulated body-building secrets, secrets, etc.

If he could, Dean would never let it go.

And this requires a major premise, he proves his'blood'.

Although he has [Dragon Swordsmanship] and has taken a trace of dragon blood, and the name of the territory is also the surname of the Frost Elf royal family like Zelgan.

However, this cannot be recognized by everyone.

At least, Dean needs to show some of the ‘characteristic’ of the descendants of the Frost Elves.

Frost Swordsmanship is undoubtedly the best proof.

Of course, it can't be Dean's kind of fancy, but it needs swordsmanship that can really stimulate the power of frost.

"Because of the smooth development of the Red Flame Mercenary Group in Vauban City, the original mission has been abandoned-it should be a mission to test whether I am capable of Frost Swordsmanship... She will tell the publisher of the mission, and not forget to send her own The deputy came to tell me that it was obviously for the sake of meeting the source of the two sides, but it gave the assassin who had just been eyeing them when she accepted this task...Of course, it was mine!"

Dean tapped the armrest of the chair back lightly.

There was a crisp sound of'clang, clang' in the whole hall.

Until the Grand Duke’s swordsman, walked in, the noise stopped--

"Need my help?"

The Grand Duke’s swordsmanship did not speak in the name of Grand Duke Jade, but in his own name.

"The Deta family, are you willing to participate in the muddy waters of the Frost Nobles?"

Dean looked at each other and chuckled lightly.

Yitris Deta, the full name of the Grand Duke Swordsman, Nangang County, the southernmost of the three southern counties, is the territory of the Swordsman family and is controlled by the other's aunt.

Although it is a lady, or a woman of a certain age is more accurate.

But if anyone really thinks that the other person is a woman, it is easy to bully, then it is absolutely wrong.

The easiest ~www.readwn.com~ go to the dock in Nangang County to see the hung pirate carcass, it's clear at a glance.

If it is said that Grand Duke Emerald is willing to help him because he has the potential and can truly become the pillar of jade, the Deta family is willing to help him, it is definitely a plan.

The nobility of the nobility is absolutely based on interests.

Perhaps the Grand Duke’s swordsman has no idea himself, but once the family is involved, Dean must be careful—

"Or is it because certain frost nobles have become a force that the Deta family can't ignore in Nangang County?"

Dean asked slowly with a careful tone.

ps second more~

I have a cold and have a runny nose...

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