No matter how reluctant she was in her heart, Xia Li did not go against Robert's will and did not continue to fight her unreasonably. The leader of the mercenaries followed the maid's guidance to the castle of Van Zhuo. And her subordinates, naturally, stayed outside and did not enter with them.

It's already summer, so there's no fireplace lit in the castle hall. I saw that the leader wrinkled his nose, and the accumulation of years still made her keenly capture the faint fragrance. It's the smell of some kind of expensive wood when it's ignited. The carpet beneath her feet was so soft that even her steel boots were silent. The walls of the hall are also stylishly decorated with several tapestries. With the current relationship between the empire and the infidels, I don't know how the master of Van Zhuo got it.

After a slight glance at the castle hall, the leader had a little bottom in his heart. Although Roland is credible, it is very rare for a lord to give such favorable conditions to mercenaries at once. The lords have always shunned these war hounds, seeing them as a source of chaos. Even if there are some special moments, you have to use them, and after using them, you can't wait for them to leave immediately, how can you be willing to let them stay.

It's like a night pot.

However, I heard Roland say in the letter that the patriarch of Fanzhuo is very young and so rich, maybe he has any special thoughts in his heart. If that's really the kind of person, it's okay to give the kids (to him. Wise and ambitious people always know how to treat their minions well. At least, than by those stupid aristocrats. It is much better to sacrifice it as a consumable.

The leader was undecided. I saw the maid bowing slightly: "Please wait a moment for this lady, and I will go to invite the master." ”

"I'm tired."

In the magic workshop of Hermint. Sinloth was spreading his dark wings, following Andiel's instructions, channeling the magic in the air bit by bit into his wings. Perhaps because of the materialization of mana, there was always a strange feeling when the dots of magic entered his wings. It's numb, itchy, but it's very comfortable.

"That's it, Sinloth. Gather your spirit. Slowly absorb the magic in the air. Don't be too fast, follow your breathing, yes, inhale and breathe remember this rhythm, don't mess around. ”

Magic is the root of any magic, and without magic, it is nonsense for a magician to want to take any step forward on the path of magic. The same is true for Sinloth under the system. But his case. It's a little bit special.

If the traditional magician stores the magic safely in his own body, the children who learn the magic of the guide are stored in the core of their own thoughts. And Sinloth. It is stored in the zài's own wings. The pair of wings came from inexplicable, but the power was really not to be underestimated.

It is either stored directly in the human body or placed in the core of the mind. There's always a limit to how much magic can be stored. But Black Wing, which is itself made of magic, does not have this limitation. If it weren't for the spiritual power to maintain the shape of the black wings. Sinloth even had a feeling of this pitch-black wing. It can absorb all the magic in the world infinitely. Eventually, the whole world will be under the protection of his wings.

What a. Sinloth laughed at himself and continued to absorb the magic in the air. After another moment, I felt that my will was gradually becoming unsustainable, and then I stopped. Although there is no saying in this world that excessive cultivation of internal strength leads to going mad, there is always nothing wrong with steady and steady.

Andiel apparently agrees with him: "Good, Sinlos. You are not continuing to absorb the magic, and it is correct to be sure to remember this. ”

Obviously, for the group of children in the Sunday school, they are always a dead face that no one can approach, and it is as cold as winter. And for his younger brother, it is always as warm as spring. Even a small improvement in Sinloth could make a small arc at the corner of his mouth - which was already rare for this iceberg man.

"Well, I understand." Black Wing is good at anything, and can allow Sinloth to freely deploy mana, but its material nature is a bit troublesome. Every time he meditated, Sinloth had to take off his shirt. The viscount casually put on his shirt and continued to say to his brother: "By the way, brother, you seem to have said last time that you wanted to build a mage tower?" ”

"Yes, I've seen the towers in the castle. Although it is dilapidated, it is not completely irreparable. Now that there are more and more things in your territory, I can't expect you to keep an eye on it all the time, if there is a mage tower, it will be much better for Nanorka's cellar to be used temporarily, it's really been a long time, and it's always not good for people. ”

"Well, then there's Brother Lao. I"

Just as Xinluo was about to say something more, outside the workshop, he suddenly remembered the voice of the head maid: "Excuse me, master." The people invited by Lord Roland have already arrived in the hall. ”

"Got it."

Sinlos agreed, nodded apologetically to his brother, buttoned up his shirt, and walked out the door. Andiel watched his brother leave the workshop, and then he took out his notebook and turned to the page that had been recorded only last night.

"In the case of the Mage Tower, it's really still black is the best, but Sinloth may not like this color, what should I do?"

When Sinloth arrived in the hall, Arian Heard and Mariana were already waiting in the hall. A middle-aged woman was staring at the mural on the wall of the hall. No, it wasn't a mural, it was Desmond's plan.

When William saw this self-defeating plan, he laughed at him fiercely. But this middle-aged lady was different, she stared at the plan, her brows furrowed. It seems to be confused, and it seems to be thinking. She was preoccupied. I didn't even notice Sinloth's appearance.

"Ahem, this lady." It's all this distance. He hadn't even been spotted yet, such a mercenary. Is it really reliable? Sinloth coughed twice to get her attention, "I am the master of Desmond, the patriarch of Van Zhuo. Are you the head of the Storm Shamisen? Don't know what you call it? ”

Hearing Sinloth's voice, the lady came back to her senses. Even though it was already summer, the lady dressed in red was still uncharacteristically draped in an overcoat. And above that coat, a fierce furry bear is roaring in the sky. And when Sinlos saw the woman's face clearly, his brow jumped wildly, and it took a lot of effort. Sinloth barely managed to quiet himself. Oncoming is as if there are countless blades, which make people's scalp tingle.

The woman had long blond hair, but it was somewhat yellowish compared to the sun-like blonde of Arian Hurd. And the owner of the hair obviously lacks the idea of taking care of it, and just lets it be scattered over his shoulders casually. When she was young, this lady was supposed to be a great beauty, but now, she can only have that figure that has not yet gone out of shape. and the charm between the eyebrows and eyes, you can detect one or two.

However, this is not the most attractive thing about this woman.

As in the most vicious joke, the whole half of the lady's cheeks. They were all brutally burned, leaving large and terrible marks. The years have washed away the lady's face, but they have left more precious things in her. It's as if you've crossed countless brutal battlefields. The softness of life and all kinds of beautiful things have long since left her, and all that remains is the cold blade.

The soft curves of the face. It has long been replaced by incomparably hard lines. The lady's whole being was like ice carved out by the cold Siberian wind, cold and hard and unshakable. Obviously she was just standing casually. But like a warrior who has just stepped down from the battlefield, his body exudes the smell of gunsmoke. There was obviously no malice, just the simplest look, which made Xinluos's whole person nervous. It seems that the next moment, the two sides will draw their swords and see each other.

Sinloth felt slightly better as he sat down on the throne and Aryan Hurd and Mariana stood beside him. Despite this, the heart in the chest is still beating wildly.

What the hell is going on with this woman! How many people do you have to kill to develop this terrifying killing intent?

"Ah, yes, this lord. I am the leader of the Storm Shamisen, and you can call me Balalaika. As if trying to hide her gaffe, the middle-aged lady named Balalaika pulled out a cigar from her bosom, rubbed her fingertips slightly, and the golden flame rose and lit the cigar.

In the faint smell of tobacco, the lady stated her conditions: "Master Fanzhuo, I don't want to waste each other's time, so let's follow the conditions agreed in the letter." This time I brought a total of one hundred and twenty-seven brave children. All have followed me for years, brave and reliable, and there will be no problems. But this time, I have to go back to Rose, and I believe in Roland, and hand them all over to you. ”

The balalaika, commonly known as the grand piano, is a folk stringed instrument unique to the province of Rus'. At the same time, it is also one of the three major symbols of the Rus, the other two being the woolly bear and vodka. However, the name Balalaika is not the usual naming habit of the Rus' people. With the name of the group of the storm shamisen, I don't know if this name is the real name. But for Sinloth, it didn't matter.

The lady smoked a cigar and puffed on the smoke, but it didn't detract from her charm in the slightest. Compared with weak roses and praise, it is really tobacco and weapons that can be worthy of this beauty. The other party was so straightforward, but it saved him a lot of effort. Thinking so in his heart, Xinluos's eyes flickered, and he began to consider the conditions proposed by the other party.

If the new army is gathered, it has always been necessary to disrupt the organization. However, judging from Desmond's current strength, there is no need to do so - there are only a few people in total, how can it be disrupted. Rather than this, it is better to directly retain their establishment and preserve their combat power to the greatest extent. I will have a big move in the near future, and it's not too late to adapt it after this time.

"Lady Balalaika, you and your men have been together for many years, and you must know each other's temperament and behavior. I believe Roland, just like you. You can continue to lead your men, and I won't let that happen."

"No, no, no, Lord Fanzhuo." Balalaika held a cigarette in her hand, her eyes a little confused, but she still refused, "It's not what you think." For some reason, I had to go back to Kip, and the children couldn't go back to their hometown. ”

Mercenaries, most of them can't get along in their hometowns, and then come out to beg for a living. It's normal not to be able to go back. Sinloth was not very curious, and was not interested in the woman's past. She was so crisp, and no matter what Xinluo insisted on, she seemed to be hypocritical.

"In that case, then I won't force it." Sinlos pressed his palm on the table and continued: "Although I believe in Roland very much, but for the sake of getting along with each other in the future, so"

Balalaika flicked the cigar in her hand, and for the first time, her ice-like face showed a sincere smile: "What an interesting little guy, since you want to play, then I'll play with you." ”

"That's what I mean!" Before Xinluos finished speaking, the golden flames on the two beside him had already begun to burn.

Rumble! (To be continued......)

ps: Editor-in-charge, I'm no longer a man! (Jojo face, I decided to watch three more tomorrow!) Let's study the fight tomorrow, so much high-end combat power, how can you do it without a few mixed word numbers R1292