The salt cube was quickly brought and held in Brant's hand, and the dragon-winged angel shrank back forcefully, for fear of being stained with a little bit of salt.

"I've heard that creatures cursed by God are afraid of salt," Brant's blue eyes gracefully gazed at the undulating lumps of salt in his hands, "and it hurts like fire." Maureen," he said to the boy, "turned his head, the picture was too bloody. As he spoke, he pressed the salt cube on the arm of the winged angel, only to hear a hissing sound, and a puff of white smoke rose from the arm, accompanied by the screams of the winged angel, and reached the roof.

"It seems that the books are not all lies." Houdini blushed in satisfaction and came to a conclusion.

Brandt glanced at Houdini, thinking to himself that this guy really has a debt to pay, "What's your name?" ”

The Dragon-winged Angel looked at the prince with suspicion, and it took a while to squeeze out a word from between his teeth: "Lawn." ”

"All right, Lawn," Brandt said, taking another piece of salt from Merlin's hand, "and if you don't tell the truth, I'll have to shove all this salt into your mouth." The threat reminded him of Vanessa after he became a man, "I have a friend," he said to himself, "I used to disapprove of his actions, but now it seems that it is necessary in the present situation." He could tell jokes and listen to people screaming in his ears until he had the information he needed.

"I want to meet that friend of yours!" Houdini exclaimed happily.

"Ten, ten." Lawne gasped, like a cow with blood on its head, "There are ten of us in total, flying from the east of the legendary continent to find something to eat. ”

"But you didn't eat the flesh of those people," Brandt looked at the prey in the net, and suddenly remembered the taste of fear that had been sucked away, "so this is God's curse on you?" "It became clear that God's curse on the Dragon-winged Angels was to feed on the fears of humans for generations, not on people.

"It seems that you really have a bit of knowledge about our race," Lawn glanced at Brant, and noticed that the young man dressed in the rough clothes of an ordinary sailor had a faint nobility on his face, so he replied to him, "We claim to be descendants of the Dark Angel, but after all, we still have dragon blood in our bodies, which makes our race destined for a different way of magic and survival at the beginning of its birth, we are not hostile to humans, but we also have no good feelings, you are just a major source of food for us, and the battles on the ground have nothing to do with the Dragon-winged Angels." ”

"Then why did you hack those innocent sailors to death?" Brandt said angrily.

"Because of our chief! She feeds on fear, and we must do it," replied Lawne in a loud voice, "not only to do it, but to go around looking for food for her!" "Obviously he didn't want to participate in the slaughter of the leader, but there was nothing he could do, "The Dragonwinged Angels are divided into factions according to the recipe, there are happy factions that feed on 'joy' and bitter lemons that feed on 'pain', and we," Lawne looked at his fingers, "We are terrorists, we feed only on human fear, and nothing else. ”

Brandt snorted, like a jack of the top. It turns out that they have sucked all the humans in the legendary continent and come to Europs to find a new hunting ground!

"Where is your cave?"

"Aren't you very erudite," Lawne looked at Brant challengingly, "There are only a handful of large caverns near Queen's Point. ”

Brant tugged at the corners of his robe, "Nice clothes, this moon is embroidered quite decently, I think it should be the handiwork of the Crescent City Lord." ”

Finding that his lie had been exposed, Raun glared at the prince reluctantly, "You guessed early in the morning that I was from Crescent City?" ”

"Not only do you guess where you come from, but I bet that your leader is dying, or he's going crazy, or he won't fly to human territory to prey on it with great fanfare." Brandt spread his hands, "You see, we only need three people, and it will take you down with almost no effort, and those ten of the same kind in your mouth are not enough for the royal magicians here to play for a whole day." ”

"Well, she's not just a madman," Raune muttered, "and she's a tyrant, a pervert, a sibling-killer!" ”

"That's easy," said the king, flicking his fingers, and the silver net was immediately turned into a silver chain by Houdini, wrapping the dragon-winged angel like a moth through a cocoon, "take us to her." ”

"You want me to betray the leader?" The Dragon-Winged Angel looked down for a moment, then looked up with a smile, "That's a good idea. ”

"But you have to tell me how your magic works," Brant tore a tablecloth from the corner of the table and put it on Lawne's eyes, "don't mind, it's to prevent you from sneaking up on us." ”

"You think I'm going to sue you?" Lawn tugged at the corners of his mouth, "It's okay to betray the leader, but if you want me to betray myself, don't even think about it." I'm going to keep my life going home. ”

"Aha," Houdini and the prince looked at each other, "it seems that you are at your weakest when you cast spells, thank you for your cooperation." Maureen burst out laughing again.

The Dragon-Winged Angel wasn't too angry, but said, "How can I find my way back if I'm blindfolded all the time?" Besides, you humans don't have wings, and you have to walk for dozens of days to Crescent City, and then the leader will find out that I'm gone, and I'm afraid I'll have already moved away. ”

Brant pressed Lawn's wings, and showed him a chilling attention, "I think these wings are strong enough, and they should be able to bear the weight of two hundred stones." ”

Lawne hurriedly turned around to prevent the prince from touching him, "What do you want to do?" ”

"Fly with us." Brandt looked at the physical condition of the dragon-winged angel, he still remembered that when he and Kama were cornered in the battle of the hotel, Vanessa and Katrina came to relieve the siege on a happy bird, and the strength of the happy bird was far less than that of the dragon-winged angel in front of her, and if she could carry two passengers, she would not have a problem with Houdini and Morin.

"Nope! That's impossible! The Dragon-Winged Angel exclaimed, "I will never let a human climb on my back!" ”

"Looks like you're going to have to make an exception for humanity." Brandt laughed, "Unless you want to lend me these beautiful wings." ”

Lawne retreated in panic, but still stiff-mouthed, "Even if you saw them off, you wouldn't be able to use them." ”

"I can sell them to the circus of the Free City-State," Houdini leaned forward with a hippie smile and gestured at the base of Lawne's wing with a knife, "believing it will sell for a good price." ”

"I agree! Take the knife off my back! Lawne shouted.

Brant looked at Houdini and smiled knowingly.

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