The four hundred and fifty-second true body

Pointe-Noire, the Lord's Mansion.

"Young Master, is it really okay?"

"I always think that kid is lying to us!"

Balta took advantage of Roman turning a corridor and disappearing before their eyes, walked quickly to Morey's side, coughed to cover the tremor of his lips, and whispered quickly.

Because Roman couldn't bring too many people into the City Lord's Mansion, and the aura of those guys in the dark department was closer to the gloomy Drow warriors, so this time Morey personally took the people from the dark department to the City Lord's Mansion to respond, while Bert took the rest of the people to sit in the rear, just waiting for them to give an order to do it inside and out, but he didn't want to stop his dark team at the gate of the City Lord's Mansion.

Under the disadvantage of being a teacher, it is normal for Balta to have this question.

"Hehe, although I'm not sure what he wants to do, he definitely doesn't have the same heart as the nobles of this Black Corner City!"

If it weren't for that, seeing that his group of people actually recruited them without even asking them the purpose of their trip, would there be such allies in the world?

Unlike the castle lord's mansion in Momiji Castle, which is a separate castle with several conjoined buildings, the castle lord's mansion in Black Corner is a cave between huge stone pillars, and if you shrink it infinitely, you will find that it is an enlarged version of an ant nest.

It's just that unlike the nest, the queen lives in the deepest part of the nest and is buried deep in the ground, while the mother of Blackhorn occupies the uppermost space of the nest.

So don't look at this city lord's mansion is just a round building that looks like a cave, but counting the underground space, it is estimated that it is not much smaller than this old city.

Along the way, Morey and Balta were twisted and wound by the Roman, as if they were walking a maze, one would be a fork in the road, the other would be a slope, before Morey still had the heart to remember the route with his naked eyes and brain, but he quickly gave up and let the blood moon collect data through the naked eye to generate a three-dimensional map.

But in the face of the same corridor, there is no sign of the fork in the road, this Roman did not even hesitate, led them to walk quickly in this huge labyrinth, and soon helped them find two rest rooms close to his room, which made Morey wonder if this Roman was just a giant ant pretending, and he could quickly find the route with only the pheromones left before.

Although there were not many guards encountered along the way, Morey could feel that there were deadly traps lurking everywhere in this labyrinthine passage, some of which were trigger-type, but more of them were controlled by someone, because he sensed that there were magic fluctuations sweeping over his body more than once, if it weren't for the person in front of him who was a European pharmacist from Wushui City, I am afraid he would have been shot into a hornet's nest long ago.

Perhaps the low passage of the ant nest was too depressing, and Roman only led the way silently in front of the head, until the waiter gave the keys to the two rooms, opened the door and welcomed the three of them in, and then left silently, and then he said the first thing he said after entering the ant nest.

"Stay here until you hear my orders!"

After saying that, Roman raised his feet and was about to leave.

"Master Roman, can you tell us what the approximate mission is?"

Morey hurriedly opened his mouth and left him behind, it is very dangerous to go deep into the enemy's lair alone, it is better to ask the task first, so that he can know it in his heart.

Roman thought for a moment, nodded, and said:

"Well, the main thing for you is to make a move and divert the defenses here as much as possible, so that I can get my hands on the things."

"But there is one thing, this power should not be too much, it must be maintained to a degree."

"It's the kind that is very dangerous, but can be extinguished with some effort."

Roman's request is not simple, if he attacks with all his might, Morey has a way to complete the goal of taking the city of Black Point without damage.

After all, they are all elites who came this time, and there are meat shields like the ironclad team that resist beatings, so there is no reason why they will be defeated at the hands of these natives of Black Corner City.

But now they have to divide a small part to be used as bait to attract power to themselves, and the danger is great.

Seeing Morey's hesitation, Roman continued:

"Don't worry, you won't have to hold on for long, as long as I get what I want, you can play to your heart's content!"

"Whether you want to kill all of these people or sell them to the surface, I won't interfere, and I will even buy you time not to be attacked by the rest of the drow!"

Roman's conditions weren't very good, but since he had reached the established strategy of breaking into the interior with the help of the chief pharmacist, Morey was naturally not the kind of person who was careful, so he happily accepted it.

It's a big deal to put a few iron golems to attract firepower when the time comes, anyway, I have a lot of money now, and I'm not afraid of burning.

The lounge is not large, perhaps to save the cost of digging rock, and there is no extra space for a wooden bed that can only be used to lie down and even turn over, a set of wardrobes built into the stone wall, and a set of tables and chairs that can be folded.

Such a small space made Morey very uncomfortable, and he couldn't sleep in bed for a long time.

"Why have you been around for so long?"

Yarman's figure suddenly appeared in the room, and Morey immediately got up and stood up.

"Teacher!"

Seeing that Morey was not injured and that there were no signs of captivity on his body, Yarman was relieved.

Morey had mentioned to him that he wanted to come to Blackhorn City before, thinking of what this disciple had done in the Dongwei Principality before, and then thinking about the weak defense force of Blackhorn City, what he was going to do was almost ready to say.

It's just that the distance between Black Corner City is not far, and at Morey's speed is only half a day's journey at most, plus the elimination of those remnants of the defeated generals, a day is more than enough, but Morey has no news until night, although he knows that Morey has many ways to escape, but Yarman is always a little uneasy, so he ventures to call the mark hidden in Morey's body, and projects his shadow to see what is going on.

The crisis was resolved, and Yarman immediately noticed Moredrow's disguise.

"Hmph, look at yourself now, what you've learned before! The drow near Black Horn belongs to the shallow surface system, which is often referred to as the gray-eyed drow, and your two blue eyes are blue and shiny! ”

Seeing that his teacher was about to use the question to play and beat himself, Morey quickly changed the topic.

"Master Roman? Chief Pharmacist of Wushui City? ”

Yarman thought hard, but still shook his head;

"This person should have used a pseudonym, in my impression, there is no predecessor of the bloodline transformation family with this name, let alone the chief pharmacist of Wushui City."

"That Wushui City's so-called ability to conduct research without taboos is also attractive to those middle and lower level alchemists who have no way, which of the real masters is not challenging the taboos that the gods 'bestow' on us!"

When talking about the taboos given by the gods, Yarman looked disdainful, which was very "mage".

"Well, wait, you said that this person is good at transforming human bloodline?"

Yarman asked suspiciously, as if something had come to mind because of the word "taboo".

"Yes, teacher!"

"I can feel that the human bloodline in his body is extremely strong and powerful, and it is not weaker than the bloodline of ordinary dragons at all, so I am convinced of his identity."

The look of relief on Yarman's face faded and was replaced by a solemn expression.

"If I'm not mistaken, this man should be a "mad dog", the Sith. Gelman. ”

"Mad dog?"

The nickname doesn't sound like a compliment, and although many of the eccentric pharmacists are deviant and often called crazy, this is the first time Morey, who has been called a mad dog, has heard of it, and it seems that the master under the pseudonym Roman has a bad reputation.

"Well, if someone has an enmity with him, he will also add a prefix to him, a mad dog from Dietey."

Although I don't know much about animals, I also know that the dogs of Dietetshire have a primitive urge to be excited, which is comparable to humans who are releasing their energy all the time and in any place.

Could it be that this Sith master has a flawed reputation because his private life is too chaotic?

Morey thought so, but he quickly threw away the childish thought, because the other party's behavior was completely beyond his imagination.

"Sith. Gelman was both a genius and a madman, and he admired the blood of human beings immensely, believing that as long as they reproduced naturally, human beings would continue to evolve themselves and become gods. ”

"So he unscrupulously collected a lot of pure-blooded humans from all over the continent who had brought a certain human ability to the extreme, and then personally intervened in the process of reproduction."

"Even he will break through the taboo of morality and reproduce from generation to generation with his own descendants, just to create the most powerful human bloodline."

"That's where his mad dog name comes from!"

"Own offspring?!"

Seeing Yarman's cautious nod, Morey's heart suddenly chuckled.

In this way, the Sith is a guy who has completely abandoned morality, and no glory or contract will work for him, and he is a complete egoist.

This kind of madman, who has no moral burden in the slightest, is indeed the object of everyone's jealousy.

It's no wonder that his teacher's expression became extremely solemn when he thought of him.

"Now that you know his identity, you have to be more careful, he is not the kind of tyrannical person, he is just extremely selfish."

"From your description, it can be seen that the Sith's strength has not yet returned to its peak, but don't despise him because of this. He is called a mad dog, and another reason is that he can secrete special saliva, if swallowed or accidentally come into contact with blood, in a short time, he will become a humanoid mad dog that is completely irrational and only attacks with his hands, feet and minions, and is at his disposal! ”