The merchant lady hugged her knees and crouched in the ruins. She occasionally stretched out her slender swan-like neck to see what was going on outside, her brown eyes rolling and rolling until there was no more soldier outside, and then she patted the dust off her skirt and stood up with satisfaction.

"Hay" let out a long breath before she asked, "Sister White, this is the temple, but I don't seem to see Brando!" ”

Known as the 'White Sister', she is a female Covenant Spirit, with a beautiful and charming upper body with a pair of elven-like slender ears, but the lower half of her body seems to be transparent, consisting of a swirling cloud of dust and air currents.

This female figure is called the Covenant Spirit in the witchcraft texts recorded on the red parchment in antiquity, and although the King of the Witch's Battle of the Holy White in Act 320 can be contracted to a Qiē Covenant Spirit, she is particularly fond of the 'White Mist' after the North Wind is the keeper of knowledge on the glacier, and the Ice Queen left it to Roman, hoping to borrow its wisdom and experience.

'White Mist' was a beautiful woman, but with a pair of listless dead fish eyes, she glanced at Roman and replied weakly: "Destiny is both before and behind you, mortals can grasp its direction, but they cannot see its form." ”

"I just thought that Brando should be over there, is the divination really accurate, white sister?" The merchant lady couldn't help but ask curiously.

"Divination is asking oneself, believing is what you have, and not believing is not."

Roman tilted his head, not knowing if he understood. She confidently walked in a certain direction. After walking two steps, he stopped. Woo took two steps back, picking up a mace from the rubble.

This is a sacred weapon used by the priests in the root festival to ward off evil spirits. The silver mace handle is embossed with delicate patterns. The hammer was infused with a round of holy light. Usually the clergy are careful to handle it with care. However, the eldest lady of the merchant didn't seem to have this concept, and she shook it casually, and she nodded with satisfaction.

"You want to use the battle of the Holy White in Act 320 IV to protect yourself? Wisdom and knowledge are more effective. White Mist shook his head, not quite approving.

"Well, I used to have a hammer in Buch. However, it was later lost by Brando. Roman thought about it for a while, but he couldn't come up with the hammer, and finally he didn't know which skeleton picked it up. Anyway, it's better to plant the blame on Brando's head first. How can a big businessman be careful and lose everything, it's all to blame on Brando!

Brando sneezed inexplicably.

The two of them walked through the ruins of the Great Temple of Under-Bustueur, and were about to come to a place, when suddenly there was a 'thud' and a loose rubble tumbling down from the sloping wall on one side, and then a man emerged from below. The man was dressed in a noble dress and wore a sword at his waist. It's just that his hair and clothes are all white lime powder, and he looks gray.

Viscount Begnin blinked, barely getting used to the sunlight outside. When he left through the secret passage, he did not expect the earth to suddenly crack, and magma gushed out from all directions. His entourage was buried in a sea of fire at the time, and he relied on the family amulet to escape, and then found his way to escape little by little through the secret passage under the temple in his memory.

When he lifted the stone wall, he saw a pretty man standing not far from him, looking at him dumbfounded with his hands behind his back. Begnin has a meticulous personality and an extremely amazing memory, although he has only seen Roman once by Magdal's side, but at this moment, he recognized the other party's identity.

"Miss Roman?"

"Ah," Roman was slightly stunned, "how do you recognize me?" ”

"It's me, Viscount Begnin, do you remember Miss Roman? I'm with the princess, we've met before. Seeing that the other party was so easy to deceive, Begnin couldn't help but be secretly happy in his heart. He didn't know what was going on outside the temple, but he also guessed that the two sides were at war, and at the moment the girl was obviously a very close person to Brando, and if she could be mastered, the princess would have one less help.

"Oh," Roman nodded thoughtfully, "I see, now that you've been recognized, there's nothing you can do!" ”

"Huh?" Viscount Begnin was slightly stunned, what is the process of this conversation? "Wait, I'm a princess"

He never dreamed that the other party would do it when he said it, and what he didn't expect was that Roman also hid the killer weapon behind his back, and by the time he reacted, the merchant lady had already raised a mace and struck him in the head with an arrowhead.

Viscount Begenin himself is also the strength of the pinnacle of black iron, and it was originally painful to be knocked by an ordinary person at most, but what he didn't expect was that the mace picked up by the merchant lady was also a ceremonial item, and a hammer hit his head and suddenly burst into a burst of golden light.

Our poor viscount let out a scream and fainted.

"Even if you're a big man, you have to pretend to be a princess, so you don't have to bring anything like this." Roman snorted twice, and sneered sarcastically, learning Brando's idioms. The white mist next to her looked at her speechlessly.

"But this guy seems to be in good shape, I'm afraid you won't be able to knock him to death when you are just that, he will wake up soon, you'd better find something to tie him up." However, Chelsea is not a kind-hearted person, and her obligation is only to ensure the personal safety of her contractor, not to teach her what is right and what is wrong.

Roman readily agreed, and hurriedly took out a white silk rope from his bag and gave Viscount Begnin a five-flower tie, which was not satisfied, and took out a purple silk rope to draw a gourd in the same way. The white mist next to him sighed, these two ropes also have great origins, one is the 'Silk of Oremis' left to her by the Ice Queen to connect the present world and the country of the dead, mortals can enter the realm of the dead by walking along this rope; The other is also the legacy of the witch queen's 'Taiwo's hair' "Taiwo is the king of the Titans of Vaulnd, and legend has it that he is so powerful that even his hair has the power to pull up a qiē, and this hair also has the effect of increasing strength, but Roman actually uses them to tie people, which is a bit tyrannical.

However, it is also absolutely strong, Viscount Begnin really did as Bai Wu said, he was dizzy for a short time before he woke up, and his strength and physique at the peak of black iron were still far beyond ordinary people. But he immediately found himself tied up. The rope is made of unknown material, and it looks no different from ordinary silk rope. He struggled for a moment, but he didn't move.

"What does that mean. Miss Roman? Begnin asked, looking up, in exasperation. His pale face was flushed with red on his forehead. A few drops of blood oozed out. It's like plum petals in the snow, not to mention how pitiful it is.

"Take the prisoners." Roman replied as a matter of course.

"But I'm on the Princess's side, Miss Roman, I'm a friend of Mr. Brando, and Her Royal Highness the Princess and Mr. Brando are being framed by the Flame Sanctuary and the nobles of the North. They're in danger, we need to help them! Begnin couldn't help but exclaim hoarsely, with a look of eagerness and sincerity, he was born with a face that was pleasing to women, and he really looked like that in a hurry.

Roman raised a small eyebrow. He asked solemnly, "You said that Brando is in danger, who are you?" ”

"I'm Viscount Begnin. Miss Roman, don't you remember going down? Begnin sighed, he was so angry that he was going crazy now, but unfortunately people were swords and I was fish and meat, so I could only endure it.

"Oh, I remember! You're that Viscount Begnin! The merchant lady looked suddenly small, and at the same time raised the mace and slammed it on the other party's head.

"Ahh

The Holy Light Bullet had been consumed before, so Begnin was not knocked unconscious this time, but it was so painful that he couldn't hold back his tears, "What the is going on?" Am I saying something wrong again? His mind was buzzing, and he heard as if he heard 10,000 people talking in his ear.

"This guy has bad intentions for you, he's cheating on you, but how did you find out?"

"Oh, I didn't find out," replied Roman as a matter of course, "I hate that Viscount Begnin the most, he is more handsome than Brando, he must be a bad man." ”

"I ......" Viscount Begnin was dripping blood in his heart, what kind of logic is this. For the first time, he felt that his ingenuity was completely useless, because the other party was unreasonable......

Although Bai Wu was also a little speechless, she would not see the problem so shallowly with her wisdom, she nodded, "Your intuition is very sharp, this may be the reason why she chose you to inherit this inheritance, the witch needs to cut through the fog to see through the thread of fate, and use the eyes of the heart to be far better than the eyes of the mortals." ”

"And what are we going to do with him?" Miss Merchant's was a little smug for a while.

"He must have something in mind if he wants to trick you, you can ask him what he originally planned. One can lie, but one cannot hide oneself. White Mist replied.

Viscount Begenin's face suddenly turned pale, and the other party's conversation did not shy away from him, and he also heard it, although the eldest lady of the merchant in front of him looked very deceitful, but the one beside her was a Cunzi who had real great wisdom.

People like him, who claim to be smart, like to solve problems with their brains rather than violence. Begnin had never looked down on the barbaric soldiers, but when the predicament really fell on him, he couldn't help but tremble with fear.

"Why are you lying to me?" Roman asked, crouching down beside him, tilting his head to look at the viscount.

"I ...... I didn't lie to you, Miss Roman, what I said was true. Viscount Begnin gritted his teeth, although he knew that it was impossible to succeed, but everyone needs a little luck.

"Tell me the truth."

"I'm talking about ......," Begnin began to open his mouth and realized that something was wrong, as if his mouth did not listen to him, and intermittently confided his intentions.

Spell mantra, he looked at Roman with a look of horror to know that the other party was a witch earlier, he must have turned around and left the moment he saw the other party.

It's a pity that it's too late to regret it.

"It's a bad guy," Roman heard that Begnin was going to coax her to blackmail Brando, and couldn't help but raise his mace to knock Begnin on his head and scream, tears and snot flowing, "What kind of earl did you just say Brando is, and what's the matter?" ”

Begnin was tossed almost out of shape, but his mouth was still very honest, and he quickly replied with a handful of snot and tears: "Miss Roman...... Whining...... The Marquis of Yuxi tells us that Mr. Brando may be the real Earl of Swallowburgh, and that the world thinks that he is a knight of the Highlands or just a bandit of Toniger; However, from what I have learned, neither is likely, and Mr. Brando's first appearance was after Redenburg, and he was not a Highland Knight at all, but he was an aristocratic man...... This can't be pretended, but there is no such person in the aristocratic circle that I know......"

"So we think he may be an unnamed noble descendant of some branch of the kingdom, or a pseudonym. Now it seems that Marquis Youxi's judgment may be correct......"

"I see, white sister, what do you think?"

"This man wants to murder that person, and you want to help that person, the conspiracy is like a chain, you might as well ask him what he fears the most." Bai Mist looked at the viscount who was limp on the ground with an expressionless face.

Begenin's face suddenly showed a look of fear, fear, and unwillingness.

"I ......"

"Oh? Satisfy Roman's curiosity? ”

……

(PS: 3000 words today, take a break, ready to brew for the end-of-month outbreak.) Tomorrow is still the big adventure of Little Roman and White Mist! To be continued!! wW