The mimosa behind the memory of the other party immediately bowed elegantly.

"Hello."

The voice was cold, with indifference.

Such etiquette saves mimosas quite a bit of trouble before knowing the nature of the mimosa, and Pol clearly does not know the essence of the mimosa.

He's more focused on the mimosa's gear.

In his perception, the mimosa in front of him is full of danger.

Look at the six rings engraved with the words of defense and healing arcane methods and the necklace that looks ordinary, but still exudes an extremely negative energy aura.

There are also arcane characters on the belt that are similar to 'light body' and 'dexterity'.

The pants should be some kind of ferocious skin, giving people a cold feeling, and there are teleportation runes on the shoes.

What's more......

Pol's gaze involuntarily looked at the backpack around Mimosa's waist.

That backpack gave him a chilling feeling.

It was as if he would be doomed if he did anything at will.

Therefore, Pol stood straight.

"Is 2567 here?"

"I'd like to meet him if I can."

"My name is Pol."

Pol said.

"Wait a minute."

Mimosa said and walked into the room.

The moment the door closed, he let out a long breath.

Although the garden is also considered a part of the room and is protected by the system, the fear of seeing a stranger still sends a chill down the mimosa's back.

Thankfully......

Mimosa looked at Qin Ran.

With him.

He is my strongest backing.

"What's wrong?"

After feeling the mimosa's gaze, Qin Ran, who was washing the dishes with a very skillful movement, raised his head.

"There's a player named Bol outside the door who wants to see you."

Mimosa said truthfully.

"Pol?"

Qin Ran frowned.

He is quite wary of this player, who is obviously unfamiliar, but gives him a sense of familiarity.

"I'll take a look."

Qin Ran said as he picked up the cloth and wiped his hands, took off his apron and handed it to Mimosa.

After putting on the apron, the mimosa watched Qin Ran's departing back, and when Qin Ran completely disappeared behind the door, he quickly cleaned the dishes and chopsticks.

As for the matter of Qin Ran and Pol?

Mimosa believes that Qin Ran will handle it.

……

"It was I who asked the people in the tavern that you came here."

As soon as he saw Qin Ran, Pol said the reason why he found this place.

Qin Ran was not surprised by this.

He didn't hide that he came here, and the people in the tavern at the time should have known about it.

However, this does not mean that Qin Ran will relax his vigilance against the other party.

"I have no ill will."

"Just wanted to talk to you after learning something about you."

As if sensing Qin Ran's vigilance, Pol said.

"What are you talking about?"

"The only title 'Sword of Dawn'?"

"Or is it about 'Guardians'?"

Qin Ran tentatively.

Obviously, Qin Ran knew very well that there was something about him that was worthy of others' attention.

And in fact, it is also true.

When Qin Ran said these two words, he could clearly feel the slight change in Pol's breath - he tried his best to hide it, but Qin Ran was keenly aware of it.

With the increasing strength of spiritual attributes and perceptions.

Some people's cover-ups, in Qin Ran's eyes, have long been useless.

"The only title is my secret, I don't want to say."

"The Guardian is also a private matter of mine, and I don't want to share it with you."

Qin Ran didn't stop, and said directly.

And at the moment when he finished speaking, Qin Ran turned around and left.

In Qin Ran's opinion, this is a stranger.

A stranger who needs to be wary, but not to be cared about.

"Wait ......"

Subconsciously, Pol was about to raise his hand to stop Qin Ran.

But at the moment when he raised his hand, a narrow-bladed long sword shot out of his shadow and stayed at his neck.

The blade is sharp.

Full of gore and malice.

Pol could even hear the wails of the undead from above.

This is an 'ominous' sword.

Pol was the first to confirm.

And this confirmation also made his raised hand turn into a high-pitched one.

"I have no ill will."

Again, Pol reiterated.

"I don't care if you have bad intentions."

"I only know that you and I are strangers, you are not my friend, and I am not someone you trust, so don't probe me with unnecessary temptations."

"It's a huge city."

"Death, it's common here."

Qin Ran didn't look back, and said in a very flat tone.

yes, it's a huge city.

A so-called machine enforcer, but with too many ways to get around them.

Killing, that's not the subject here.

But it is an accompaniment that will never change.

Looking at Qin Ran's figure without looking back, Pol was filled with a sense of powerlessness.

How similar he was to the other party.

He was in that era.

It's the same as the other party.

Therefore, he is very unwilling to come to this era.

I am unwilling to be controlled by that woman like this.

I was unwilling to be ridiculed by that woman like this.

Even if it's ......

Die!

He's going to slap the woman hard.

Thinking of this, Pol took a deep breath.

He lowered his voice and said, "I know a secret of the witch. ”

The Witch's Secret?

Qin Ran paused.

"I don't know if this secret has anything to do with her legacy, but I can assure you that it must be related to the 'Guardians.'"

Looking at Qin Ran's stopped, Pol sped up his speech.

Then, he took off the glove of his right hand.

A strange smiling face surrounded by crimson lines appeared on the back of his hand.

It's like an induction,

When the weird smiling face on Pol's right hand appeared, the back of Qin Ran's right hand trembled slightly.

He immediately turned around.

When he saw the weird smiling face on the back of Pol's right hand, Qin Ran's eyes narrowed slightly.

"'Witch Mark'!"

"That's what we called it back then."

"Maybe it's something else now."

Pol looked at Qin Ran, who turned around, and said slowly.

"Now it's called 'The Witch's Gift.'"

Qin Ran replied.

"Gifts?"

"That's right."

"At some point, it does make a gift, but only before you 'offend' her."

Ball's tone became heavy.

"'Offended'?"

Qin Ran, who squinted his eyes, chewed on this word.

In this vocabulary, he sensed too much of the unusual.

"yes."

"How can a servant with a mark surpass his master?"

"Once the servant overtakes the master, it is naturally offended."

"By that time......"

"You're going to be like me."

Pol's voice was low, very low, and full of hatred.