Ned withdrew his eyes from the farce and raised the wine glass in his hand to the silver-haired man in front of him: "The director has returned from a wandering, and his subordinates have failed to pay a visit in time, and they are still looking at Haihan." The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info "A seemingly sincere smile appeared on his face, and even the blade at the corner of his mouth was hidden in the layers of laugh lines. Dante calmly touched his glass and asked, "Hasn't there been any news from the hunting team that disappeared in Bemont Falai before?" ”

Ned's heart jumped, he didn't know what Dante's intention was to provoke this at this time, although he didn't know the past of the entanglement between Dante and Trevor, but he knew what kind of tricks the man in front of him who controlled the real power of the inquisition before him, if he wanted to investigate, he would definitely notice his own feet. Ned avoided Dante's gaze and shook his head in feigned distress, "It's been almost a week since they lost contact. ”

"The Principality is in turmoil." Dante ends the conversation with a formulaic exclamation. Ned looked at Dante's departing back, Rao was as old as him, and he couldn't figure out Dante's city tonight. Is it temptation? Or is it just a conversation? But Dante asked plainly, and Ned answered cautiously, saying that it was a bit far-fetched to be tempting, and that it was too sloppy to say that it was a conversation. He unconsciously looked at Kia on the other side of the long table, who was softly comforting the nun of hell, and the young man had just said something that was difficult to distinguish between truth and falsehood, and he himself was impatient to send out the silver ghost, and if that was Kia's words at Dante's behest, then his own feet were more obvious. Ned's face was gloomy, and Yogett's serpent-like tone turned over in the depths of his mind:

"If you want to die alone, a quick knife is enough."

How fast does it take to cut off one's own head in front of the top warriors of Sarion?

……

Eshu reached the end of the passage, where the flame of the ever-bright lamp came to an abrupt end, leaving only a clump of vines that clung to the wall and grew upward. Eshu reached out and tugged hard, a strong touch echoed from his hand, and the vines seemed to have taken root in the cracks in the wall. Eshu hung himself on a vine and slowly crawled towards the darkness above. Eshua climbed slowly at first, and the old drunkard had not taught him how to climb quickly on the vines, but he gradually found a knack for using his two arms to carry his body upwards. Soon he came to the exit, and he gently pushed open the hidden stone slab and rolled over into the shadow of the stone pillar. Not far away, a voice was heard: "This is a prisoner of the Empire, you take good care of him." ”

"Yes!" The grinding of metal sounded loudly, and the person who answered seemed to give a military salute.

Captive of the Empire? Estheu's heart moved slightly, he had been lurking in the Lion Tavern for the past few days, and the gossip news from all over the world had flowed through his ears, and he naturally knew that Sidolius, the commander of the tower sword cavalry, had become a prisoner of Sarion, but he didn't expect that he would be imprisoned in the underground palace of the royal city!

Eishu did not dare to appear rashly, and waited until the footsteps of one of them faded away, before poking his head out and taking a quick glance, he saw two tall men in silver-plated heavy armor standing in front of a makeshift cell, like two statues of muddy iron, crimson cloaks hanging behind them, and heavy swords hanging from their waists.

Janissaries of Sarion...... Eshua frowned, with his bare hands he would have a hard time putting down these two iron cans that had been repeatedly forged by the highest metal craftsmanship of Sarion, and the close-fitting short fights he was good at couldn't get the slightest advantage against that heavy armor. He picked up a few stones from the ground and knocked down the oil lamp in the dungeon with the technique of a scorpion assassin's dart. When the two Praetorian Guards heard the fierce wind, their vision had fallen into darkness where they could not see their fingers.

"Stay vigilant!" Worthy of being the most elite hoplite in Sarion, the two Praetorian Guards stood back to back, their swords and shields standing in front of them, forming a tight defensive position. At this time, they are the strongest metal fortresses in the Pander Continent, and it may be the most unwise decision you've ever made to fight them head-on!

The Janissary Guard's expected surprise attack did not come, but a strange sound sounded from the ceiling, as if a huge gecko was crawling over their heads, and then their heads suddenly lightened, and their heads, which were covered by helmets, were exposed to the cool air of the dungeon, and their hearts were also cold, and before they could react, a strong hand covered the back of their heads, and clasped their heads together like a coconut. "Boom", the two Praetorian Guards fell to the ground heavily, unconscious. Estheu landed lightly, their helmets in hand.

Sitorius, who was half-squinting in his cell, was startled by the movement in front of him, and he stared at the figure outside the cell door with some confusion. Who will come to the rescue? Not every speculative adventurer has the ability to infiltrate the royal palace without knowing it, and at the same time, he can also subdue two Sarion's Praetorian guards in an instant. As the commander of the Order's tower sword cavalry, Sitorius had more than once learned the power of these tin cans on frontal battles, and when they formed a phalanx of swords and shields, slowly but surely advancing against the burning rain of arrows of the firebowmen, they were like silver ships marching against a storm! The quality of their individual soldiers

"Who are you?" Sitorius asked, "Who sent you?" ”

"Sitorius, I have something to ask you." The man outside the cell door accurately called out his name in an unfamiliar accent, and then threw out a question that he would never have thought of, which caught him off guard and even inexplicable.

"Ten years ago, Marius expelled the old Pander nobles in Janos, why was it carried out by Sezi's Shadow Legion?"