Rumble!

With the shout of 'King of Killers', a bomb seemed to be thrown into the crowd, and the whole drinking party exploded, and the crowd that had been sluggish a moment ago began to flee in a panic, looking for a place to hide. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

But some people didn't panic.

The young ladies including Lilith.

At this time, the eyes of the ladies lit up with a twinkle.

One by one, they looked at the window.

The bold ones ran straight out, wanting to chase the figure.

Lilith is one of them.

But when they came outside, they saw only the shadows of the moonlight and darkness, and there was no figure at all.

Didn't see who they wanted to see.

But after a moment of disappointment, these ladies became more and more expectant.

"The wind blows through your sideburns, and it's his hand running around your neck."

"The shadow follows at your feet, and it is his footsteps that follow you closely."

"He is the 'king of killers' like the wind and the shadow."

A nobleman's daughter involuntarily let out a low groan.

"Like the wind?"

Lilith couldn't help but be stunned when she heard this chant.

Then, she turned her head to look at Pud and Rivwize, who were still stunned.

The two of them, who were splashed with Bokod's blood, were still trembling slightly at the moment.

The two young men, who had always praised themselves as brave, couldn't help but feel chills in their hearts after witnessing Boucot's death.

Balkod, an opponent who was not much different from them and was on par, died in front of him so silently, which undoubtedly caused a huge impact on the two young people.

They were scared.

They were scared.

Moreover, in a panic, they did not hide such a look.

Looking at the pale faces of the two, Lilith's eyes showed disappointment.

The priest of the Temple of Love, instead of greeting the two of them, took a step and boarded his carriage, which quickly disappeared into the night with the sound of the coachman's whip.

At all times, the contrast is always terrible.

No matter how perfect an object, a thing, or a person is, when compared, it becomes unbearable.

Especially in the case of preconceived notions.

Tonight is destined to be a sleepless night.

The ladies were excited by that blurred figure.

And those who had spoken out were beginning to tremble, and they were afraid that they would become a second Boucold.

Balcord's death was like pouring a scoop of cold water into a hot pan of oil.

Everyone knows that the wrath of the Temple of Sins is already inevitable.

Countless people are waiting to see what the Temple of Sin will do.

Of course, there is no lack of malice in such expectations.

You know, as one of the four major temples under the Temple of Thunder, the Temple of Sin has always been the least popular one.

However, these have nothing to do with Qin Ran for the time being.

Qin Ran, who had already returned to the secret stronghold, carried the processed head and walked to the secret room on the side.

In the secret room, more than a dozen 'greenstone' killers controlled by him stood quietly on the edge of the magic array.

This magic circle completely covered the ground, and it was a basic magic circle with a square pattern set in a circle, and the inside was neatly divided into nine grids.

In each compartment there is something different.

Heart, liver, and kidneys in jars.

Bare. Lu was placed in it, with a severed thumb and little finger.

There is also the pelvic bone that has been completely shaved off the flesh.

Only the middle spot is empty.

Qin Ran raised his hand and put Bowcod's head inside, and then retreated outside the magic array, signaling more than a dozen 'greenstone' killers, as well as Myerzer, Pilke, Meiser and others to enter the periphery of the magic array, a circle with a square in the four corners.

Then, a whispered incantation began to sound.

The magic array began to glow faintly.

Flames began to appear on the items inside the grid, and as these spellcasting materials burned, the aura of the person standing in it increased slightly.

It was faint, but it was enough to make Qin Ran satisfied.

Because, it means that he has successfully cast the spell.

Of course, strength enhancement is not the point.

The point is: keep it a secret.

Among the secret techniques given by Titch, there is a way to confuse beliefs and prevent prying eyes.

Similar to the Fraud of Thorns weakened version.

There is another 'protection' on the soul.

Anyone who wanted to spy on the souls of his subordinates would have something interesting to happen - after meeting the priest of the Temple of Sin, Qin Ran knew that he had to do this, otherwise his secret could be revealed at any time.

And that's definitely what he doesn't want to see.

Of course, killing these people can also keep secrets to a certain extent.

But it's not 100% safe.

Although it is often said that only the dead keep secrets.

But, that's under normal circumstances.

The dungeon world in front of you is not applicable.

Because, there are gods here.

Here, there will be a soul after death, and belief in certain gods will directly enter the kingdom of God after death.

Even, the gods can track down the dead.

The one in the Temple of Sin is known for this.

More importantly, he is now the leader of Greenstone, and he must have a group of men to live up to his status.

Qin Ran stood outside the magic array, watching as the spellcasting materials were fully burned, and then waved his hand at the completely trustworthy subordinates in front of him.

"Divide into three teams, one team each for Myrzer, Pilke, and Meiser, and take turns keeping vigil."

Qin Ran commanded.

"Yes, sir."

After the three of them bowed down, they moved quickly.

Although the secret stronghold is concealed enough, it is necessary to be vigilant.

After everything was arranged, Qin Ran returned to the room that belonged to him.

This was originally Rep's room.

Originally, the layout was rather crude, mostly a disorderly pile of gold, precious stones, etc., but after Mimosa took over, it immediately became different.

What the specific difference is, Qin Ran can't say.

He is not good at this kind of appreciation, but that doesn't stop him from appreciating mimosas.

Especially, after seeing the golden roast on the table.

"I promised you a barbecue with honey, and I made my own juice, I originally wanted to make wine, but I didn't have enough time."

Mimosa, who wears a black and white apron and sleeves, said.

"Good enough!"

"And I don't drink."

Qin Ran stretched out his hand and tore off a two-finger-thick piece of barbecue meat and stuffed it into his mouth.

The crispy, sweet and fragrant taste suddenly made Qin Ran squint his eyes pleasantly.

The honey barbecue in front of you should be the hind leg of the pork, and when it is marinated in sauce after deboning, it is beaten more than once to make the meat more elastic, and when it encounters charcoal fire, this elasticity will become more crispy, with the honey that is constantly brushed, the sweetness will not only absorb the flavor, but also drive away the fishy smell.

However, what surprised Qin Ran the most was the little coolness on the tip of his tongue.

"Mint?"

Qin Ran was stunned.

"Well, before the barbecue, I rubbed the meat with mint leaves, which can remove the greasy and sweet, but unfortunately there are no Aisu leaves, otherwise it will taste better with it."

Seeing that Qin Ran tasted the difference, Mimosa couldn't help but laugh.

What could make a chef happier than meeting a good diner?

That is, this diner not only protects the chef with all his heart, but also tastes the chef's ingenuity.

"I'm really looking forward to the taste of Aisu's leaves."

Qin Ran said as he buried his head in eating.

When all the barbecue meat was swept away, Qin Ran picked up the juice next to him and drank it all.

Call!

Qin Ran leaned back in the chair and let out a satisfied sigh.

But the two system prompts that followed made Qin Ran sit up straight, with a can't help but surprise on his face.