"Should emotions be broken?"

"Downfall, it's a bit exaggerated, and the collapse is even more distant. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info"

The carriage that had been following me stopped outside the prison under a withered banyan tree.

"Is that a Netherworld Stalker? It seems to be there all the time. ”

"No, it should be the trigger of some feelings, no matter what, the bond of blood can't be diluted."

"Then give up the eviction, what should we do next?"

"Continue the journey of visitation, the occasional friend who comes from afar."

According to the intelligence, Stavo succeeded the emissary who was punished by me as the permanent ambassador of the Black Breaker to the country of Cologne.

"Isn't Bell surprised?"

"What? Could it be that I have directly ignored it and caused a blind spot? ”

"The signboard of the embassy has a strange sense of disobedience."

Is the black falcon with its stubborn mouth biting the python, a symbol of warriors?

"All living creatures in nature have the opportunity to complain."

"Maybe, after all, it's already a curtain of depression!"

Strae Porti, once the gathering place of embassies, was annexed and decayed, and only a solitary building remained, swaying in the cold wind, about to topple.

"Stop, where did the naughty imp come from?"

The shouts of the guards, igniting the sleeping environment, were majestic.

"We're friends with Stavo, please get out of the way!"

"Your Excellency's name is also something you can belittle at will? In addition, threatening soldiers is even more ridiculous! ”

The guard drew his sword, and all the roots came from barbarism.

"I think you're a little mistaken, even Guerrero, I'm contemptuous, watching with God's vision!"

The Guerrero III that Omiritje spoke of was the leader of the Broken Black Realm, and now he was like a rotten dead wood.

"What a rampant tone, you dare to challenge the authority of the Guerrero patriarch, let me teach you how to admit your mistakes!"

The rioting soldiers, wielding their swords, are like clowns in a circus, showing off the so-called funny.

The result was not suspenseful, and the soldier who collapsed under the leather boots of Omiri did not even have room to struggle.

"Hey, you idiot, how dare you be so presumptuous!"

The voice from the courtyard of the house rebuked the ignorance.

"Hmph, boy, don't be arrogant, Master Stavo will let you know what pain is!"

The soldier adjusted his concussive breathing and roared with all his might, unaware of his awkward situation.

"Really? Then erase the evidence first! ”

Omiriya picked up the sword that had fallen to the ground, and after falling freely, plunged into the soil.

"Two, I'm so sorry, it's my discipline that can't be managed!"

There is no doubt about Stavo's straight bow and external sincerity, but there is no point in pursuing it by hiding behind the door and watching.

"It's okay, he's also punished, how is your new life?"

"Compared with the smoky miasma of Turan, the environment of the country of Kelun is commendable, of course, it is still a vast grassland, more comfortable!"

Starvo's seemingly general answer has been mixed into the position, an incompatible exclusion between the states.

"Oh, it's a bit redundant, you two, please come in!"

Stavo walked ahead, strange architectural design, a kind of eerie eerie.

"Earl, I heard that you have been promoted again, which is amazing!"

"The destruction of the country of Turan, in fact, there is your assistance, so I should thank you for such an analysis."

"It's just a small strength, I don't dare to ask for credit, and I am even terrified!"

"Oh? Can't Mr. Stavo adapt to the climate? ”

"Thank you for your concern, compared to the chill of the body, the fear of the inner monologue should be more biased."

Stavo clenched his breath, teasing some kind of concealment.

"I'm afraid you're here for this too, causing a succession of destructions, and we're the next prey to be locked!"

"It cannot be denied that your speculation is reasonable, but I am now managing financial and political disputes, which is far away."

The president of the United Chamber of Commerce of the Coronne State is the only one I have identified, and the rest is a beautified knighthood.

"I'm even more distant, I've been running the courtroom, and trivial matters have made me forget what politics is."

"Oh? So, are you just here to visit me? ”

"No, that's just bait, it's more prudent to be in the next link, even if it's me running for the Chamber of Commerce."

Stavo's wandering eyes suddenly calmed, and it seemed that he had caught some kind of strange smell.

"Yesterday on the outskirts of mine one of my caravans was attacked and five carts of silk were plundered."

"That's a big loss, didn't the Count survey the scene?"

"In order to avoid blackmail that blinded me, I led the law enforcement to intervene in the investigation, but I was surprised to find it."

Omiritje pulled out the silver arrow he had prepared in advance and showed it to Stavo, his face flushed with redness.

"I wonder if Mr. Stavo knows this?"

"No, there is no relevant impression at all, but if it is this sign, it is the will of the Black Country."

Stavo didn't deny it, but he also cunningly dodged the crux of the matter.

"It's a mercenary, but it can't clear the suspicion of breaking the black country."

"I know this, I'm going to check the relevant issues, two of you, please wait."

Stavo's departure may be to complain about the mercenary's poor operation, or to hide the flaws in the mirror.

What does Bell think the explanation would be? Reparation, or denial? ”

"If you had the choice, what would you do?"

"Hmm... Deny it, the compensation is small, maybe it will create other contradictions, and then things will be more troublesome. ”

"Vague shirk, denial without hesitation, and then compensation for the grievances of the victims."

"Absolute denial? Sounds good, do you want to debunk? ”

"Since it's acting, let's cooperate, after all, this paragraph depicts the inner struggle of the protagonist."

When Stavo returned, he was followed by a surplus of minions, presumably improvised actors.

"Tell the two adults about being blamed."

"Yes, I'm the Cameron transport officer, and I've been in charge of the preparation of supplies, about a week ago, in the desolate area outside the city, a batch of feathered arrows from the Black Broken Country was looted by mountain bandits, and I verified that this arrow was the shipment."

"It's strange, if I'm not mistaken, the country of Coron has always provided supplies for defense, so why bother with long-distance transportation? Could it be that there is a conspiracy, hum. ”

Omiriyah critically questioned that more than these, he should care more about the loose frontier defense and make some changes.

"My lord, you don't know, as a tribe on the grassland, we have special habits, so we have something to hide."

"So, the investigation of the caravan robbery can only start with the criminals?"

"Eh, have there been any traitors who have been caught?"

"Well, it's just stubborn, but no one can endure the torture prepared by the court."

"Yes, that's known as the 'gentle slaughter'!"

"Earl, this is the indemnity I have prepared, in any case, the blame lies with me, besides, can you find out something?"

Stavo pushed open the chest full of gold coins and asked in a low voice.

"Say it, if I knew."

"On that day in the suburbs, was there only the count's caravan?"

"What do you mean by that?"

"Oh, that's right, the nearby villages don't know what the situation is, I'm a little worried, and I'm ready to allocate funds to help them."

"It's completely unnecessary, the suburbs are like a desert now, and besides, there is no trace of the rest of the people."

"Is it false information?"

"What are you muttering?"

"Nothing, just glad to have saved a fortune."

Stavo smiled awkwardly, presumably, a little bitter. (To be continued.) )