"You mean, he's not really Mr. Lecter?"

After listening to what Marcoolo had to say, Miss Lena Barros questioned it strongly - it was a fantasy, and Lena preferred to believe that it was a joke made by Marcoolo. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

She placed her hand on the long table and stared at Marcuro and again. Her cousin had never been in the habit of joking, and his serious expression didn't look like a lie.

Outside the window, a pair of gray geese jumped from the branches to the ground, quacking. Miss Lena remembered that night, and a sweet memory flashed in her eyes, and she knocked on the long table and looked up at Marcuro:

"What about the evidence?"

As a mage, Miss Lena's mind is emotional and logical. A mere conclusive judgment could not convince her completely. Next to her, Kia is munching on a small round cake coated in thick butter - a delicately crafted and expensive pastry. In those years when the common people of the Northland were prevalent in black bread and coarse wheat, such food was undoubtedly a pleasure to enjoy.

Seeing Kia smiling as she ate, Miss Lena also picked up a piece from the clean small plate, but she didn't immediately put it in her mouth. She glanced at Kia and then at Marcuro, hoping to get a convincing answer from him.

"Duke Nogo's chief military staff is still in Kartha."

Marcoolo held a round cup with half a cup of hot tea in both hands, and said lightly, he quickly added, "Judging by the date, the time conflicts with the one upstairs, and it is impossible for two Lecters to appear at the same time. ”

"So, one of them must be a fake?"

"Yes."

Macuro nodded, "Miss Cecilia told me about it, and they met the Mr. Lector in Karthus. ”

"That's your proof?"

Miss Lena used her imagination to refute, "Maybe the one in Karthhas is a stand-in." ”

Her suspicions were not unfounded. Some of the great nobles or important figures of the military, in order to confuse the opponents or enemies of the struggle, often arranged for their men to perform similar tricks. In her opinion, it is also very possible for "Lecter" to take the same means and come to Afron in real form.

"Didn't you see him?"

Marcuro looked at Miss Lena, shrugged and smiled, "There are no scars. At least, it doesn't look like a warrior who lived through the Sixth ETA War. ”

"Warriors? Aren't they generally dressed in armor? How can it be injured? ”

Kia interjected. In her opinion, within the thick and solid metal carapace, injuries were completely avoidable—Miss Lena and Makuro laughed in unison as soon as Kia finished speaking. The naïve and romantic girl has always believed that war is nothing more than a contest between nobles under the constraints of etiquette:

In an open field, the duelists dressed in well-fitting ceremonies and beautiful and ornate knightly armor on the outside, saluted each other, raised their swords and attacked each other. But real war is not like that at all—Miss Lena has seen some veterans of war, and the scars on their bodies are the mark of their exploits. Some of the more severely injured people have even lost part of a limb.

Thinking of this, she gradually became suspicious, the "Mr. Lecter" upstairs, as the legendary hero of the Northlands, has no scars all over his body, and his skin seems to be too smooth and neat......

……

When Glo woke up, he didn't go back to sleep. He sat at the head of the bed, reaching out and caressing his back—the bandages wrapped around his upper body, wrapping him tightly and tying him so tightly that he was a little breathless.

He stood up, put on a garment, and came to the window. The sun reflected on his face, he stretched, there was a pulling sting pain from the stretched skin, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and suddenly remembered something:

Before the explosion, Marcuro and the knights and mercenaries who appeared in the crypt mines. Wait, knight! He remembered those familiar faces—the three knights behind Marcuro in that uninhabited village with a strong necromantic atmosphere in the Nogo Mountains some time ago:

He was impressed by the tall, blonde female knight with her beautiful face;

Dressed in flashy hollow armor, that bag, and a little white face that looks a little annoying;

On that rainy night, he and his fellow bandits had fought with the knights and their knight minions. They are true nobles of the kingdom, and now they have come to Afron......

Glo picked up this series of events from his memory, and his heart had some more hidden worries. He quickly put that aside, though, and remembered that before the injured comatose was unconscious, there seemed to be some synthesized electronic sounds in the system that seemed to be emitting.

I guess it's the combat class level that has increased, right? Hundreds of cavemen, and a LV25 caveman leader, roughly calculated, such a large amount of experience is enough for him to step into a certain level.

In order to verify the facts, he immediately opened the system, and in the column of the unique view character panel, the bright green subtitle information is displayed as follows:

Glo (human, male, asthenic)

Age: 19

Faction: Elantra Kingdom;

Combat Class: Ranger (LV21); EXP140/850；

Life occupation: blacksmith (LV7); EXP190/210；

Power: 18.8 (27.6);

Dexterity: 25.0 (40.0);

Constitution: 20.3 (30.6);

Spirit: 15.1 (20.2);

Will: 17.1 (24.2);

Health: 48/223 (358).

Mana: 0, the character does not have a mana pool open.

The parentheses are preceded by the existing attribute values, and the upper limit of the current attribute is in parentheses.

Sure enough, after contracting almost all the monsters of a secondary map, his combat class level soared from LV13 to LV21, and he browsed the attributes of his character, but these values were a little bitter.

Now he may not be as strong as when he was not injured, especially his health, which is less than 25% of the upper limit makes him feel a little weak. Blood, I won't let people make up for it—but now this place seems to be Marcoolo's Shamrock Manor, and the scenery around it is familiar. By the way, Miss Lena was also taking care of him just now, and it seems that there is no danger in staying here for the time being.

Unexpectedly, the "Witch of Fire" actually had such a gentle side, Glo recalled the situation between the two just now, and was embarrassed for a while-he thought of Ladia who was far away in the Ampton mines, and he didn't know how Miss Mage was doing these days. But Miss Lena Barros's tenderness gradually made him a little nostalgic.