Roland had just passed around the corner, and after briefly causing the stalker to lose vision, he immediately summoned the remaining three vines.

If Roland had been given another three days, he would have been able to fully learn the magic of winding, instead of relying on an incomplete version of the magic inscribed in the Holy Name that was limited to a few times a day.

At that time, with the natural energy provided by Roland's perceptual attributes, it would no longer be a problem to manipulate ten vines at the same time. In that case, Roland's mobility and lethality will rise to a whole level.

But now Roland could only use the four winding spells stored in the Holy Name per day. When he was still in the official rank, this could indeed bring him a lot of help, but now, a second-ring divine technique has begun to gradually fail to keep up with Roland's rhythm.

If you talk about attack ability alone, with Roland's swordsmanship, without using the sword momentum, the attack efficiency can be close to three times that of the winding technique. The current winding technique is more effective for Roland by climbing various terrains, so that Roland can get the ability to maneuver in three-dimensional space.

Then, under Roland's black robe, three emerald green vines shot out and wrapped around the protrusions of the nearby building.

A man in black with a dog-faced mask seemed to hear something, and turned back with some confusion.

That's you!

Roland's eyes flashed, and his right foot stomped on the ground without hesitation.

- Charge, launch!

The black shadow flickered like a wolf. The man in black was only halfway back when Roland pounced on him.

In order to prevent the sound of the sword from being unsheathed by the people in front of him, Roland didn't even take out the sword.

Roland raised his right hand and slashed at the back of his neck like lightning with the momentum of the charge.

There was a crisp sound, and Roland knew by the feeling of his hand that this person's spine had definitely been shattered.

In order not to alarm the people in front of him, Roland took advantage of the situation to hold his weakly fallen body, lay it flat on the ground, and then took off his mask with his hand.

The three emerald green vines exerted their strength, and Roland jumped with the strength of his strength, clinging to the roof several times in a row, and left here far away in less than ten seconds.

Roland didn't pause.

He knew of a place where he could escape from Farina.

That's where the mayor of Ram town lives.

Although most of his power has been overridden by Farina, less than half of the city guards are left in control. But in this place of Karal, even if the mayor has no power at all, he can retire a group of people just by virtue of his name.

Of course, Roland didn't want to ask the mayor to help him deal with Falina or take him in for a while - it was rare that he wouldn't come back again, and of course he had to reap all the benefits he could at once.

After shaking off the group of people for a while, Roland no longer avoided the gaze of passers-by, but relied on vines to constantly borrow power from the surrounding buildings, crossing the terrain and reaching his destination at great speed.

As he got closer to the mayor's house, Roland's leap slowed down significantly. Then he made a large circle, avoiding the guards' guards, and leaped lightly into the mayor's backyard.

Roland didn't go straight in, but put the mask he had snatched on his face.

The pale green halo flashed under his feet, and the magic of walking in the wilderness was instantly blessed.

Originally, this magic could not be effective in a place where civilization flourished, but due to Farina's overcrowding, the mayor of the town, a lord, was forced to the outskirts of the town - or rather, the original town center was forcibly changed by Farina.

With what she learned in the City of Wealth, Falina was keenly aware of the problems with the layout of the current Ram town. In order to override the mayor and make money, she moved the town's market to the southwest where she controlled better, and at the same time sent two silver-level stalkers to force the old mayor not to dare to go out, and transferred power step by step.

At the same time as the market migration was completed, Falina overstepped her authority and issued several decrees. With good political decisions, the new market quickly achieved four times the gains of the old one.

Falina publicized this brilliant result in a big way. The townspeople were easily persuaded that the income was related to the relocation of the market, and at the same time embraced Farina's "temporary decree" with unprecedented cohesion, even if the proceeds of the market had nothing to do with the lives of more than ninety percent of the townspeople.

After the mayor's days of being forced to leave the house by Falina lasted for some time, Falina began to build Ram Square around the new town market, promoting the concept of the so-called "new city center" and making her die-hard loyalists show up - to put it bluntly, as a to.

When have the townspeople of such a small place seen such a stance. Under the overwhelming publicity, the concept of living in the new city center was quickly ingrained.

At this time, in the name of repairing the old house, Falina carried out the activity of replacing the old house with a new one. With the houses near the old market, that is, the houses near the old mayor's house, a little more money can buy a smaller, but well-furnished house in the center of the town.

The townsfolk emptied almost all of their family's savings for a house in the center of the town, and then thanked Dade for the generosity of Lord Farina.

The change of the house is accompanied by a change in the scope of life. The relocated group of Ram townspeople quickly settled into life in their new location. Because they haven't seen the mayor's house for a long time, the mayor's existence has gradually been forgotten in their hearts.

At this time, Falina made a decisive move, forced her way into the mayor's house, poisoned the old mayor and some of his most loyal servants, and controlled the young mayor's son. Then completely empty the houses around his house.

A week later, when Falina lied that the mayor had died of illness and that the mayor's son had inherited the title of lord and mayor, many Ram people remembered that they also had a mayor.

The mayor's son can't be said to be incompetent, but at best he is a mediocre talent. He was powerless to take back power from Farina, so he could only ensure that what he lost was as slow as possible, and he lived a drunken life every day, with the idea that he could live one day at a time.

To be able to force a hereditary lord like this, I have to say that Farina has a pretty hand.

Roland drove the wilderness to eliminate his footsteps, but as soon as he entered the house, he couldn't help but laugh and find that there was only one person in this big empty house.

It was a young man in his twenties. His face was haggard, his body was slightly fat, and his skin was yellow, like a man of the people, and he could not see that he was a lord and sat in a town.

He clutched a wine bottle tightly in his right hand, tilted his head, and fell asleep in a rocking chair.

Roland thought about it, then went to pour a glass of water and threw it on the mayor's face.

At the moment when he woke up, Roland didn't give him any chance to call for help, so he hurriedly asked, "Mayor Town, I am Lord Farina's person." Have you ever seen a man in a red dress passing by here? ”

The young mayor was visibly stunned. It took about five seconds for him to react, his face full of light blood soaked in anger: "Farina's person is amazing? I'm at least your mayor! Without my father, you untouchables wouldn't know where to die—"

Before he could finish his sentence, Roland reached out and grabbed his throat with a clatter.

"I'm sorry. I just want to know your voice and tone. ”

Roland shrugged at the young mayor's corpse and threw better than nothing experience into the pool of experience of the Ash Guys.

Then Roland moved him to the bed and posed as he had just woken up, with his head bowed and his hands on his temples.

Turning around, Roland took the mayor's wine bottle and went into the closet behind the bed.

"Come on, you turtles who have never seen the world, let me put on a good show for you......"

A malicious smile bloomed like a flower on Roland's face.

“…… It's called, Death to Maori! The Conan Murders - How? ”

The voice that came from the half-hidden closet was hoarse like a snake, like a poppy. Millet is general, highly poisonous and tempting. Confuse.