Chapter Eighty-Seven: The Smell of Bird Poop
"Huh?" Jack frowned, realizing that something was wrong, that the owl had actually flown straight at him, and then ...... The flying body stopped on his head......
"Does he seem to like you very much?" said Roland, who suddenly smiled like a flower.
Jack was flashed by Roland's smile, and his desire rose, and he replied absentmindedly: "It does seem to like me......"
"Poof. There was a sound, and Jack suddenly asked with a foul smell.
"Hey, he's on your head!" Roland said in surprise.
"What!" Jack stretched out his hand to grab the big bird on his head, but the owl flew up, and in Jack's dull gaze, it turned into a red-robed man and landed behind him, it was Angle!
Jack didn't have time to wipe the bird droppings off his head, and then a flash of light hit, and Jack turned into nothingness in shame......
"Angele!" Roland raced towards Angelle with a smile he couldn't stop. All the familiar people around him died, all the strangers around him, the family territory had been occupied, and the moment Roland, who had nothing to lose, saw the mysterious and powerful Angelley, he seemed to have found the backbone.
"Wait a minute. The corners of Angliel's mouth smiled slightly, and a pair of wings behind him flew into the air, feeling the large number of papal personnel in the castle, Angliel took out a bottle of fluorescent potion and drank it.
Ten minutes later, there was no one else in the entire castle except for Anglie and Roland.
"Where do you want to go?" asked Anglie as he came to Roland, killing hundreds of people without a trace of blood on his body.
"I want to follow you. Roland surged out of nowhere, and his big eyes stared at Anglieu tightly.
"You're too weak, and you don't have wizarding talent. Angel frowned, shook his head and refused, this time to save Roland, in addition to the previous contact with her, there is also a reason to retaliate against the Holy See to vent his anger.
It is possible for Roland to have wizarding talents, but the current success rate of transplantation is too low, and the price of failure is death.
Roland's eyes darkened, but he didn't expect to take the initiative to speak but was refused, after thinking about it, Roland's eyes returned to brightness, "Then take me out of here first, okay?"
"No problem. Anglie nodded, and walked out of the main gate of the castle with Roland.
The two men looked for horses and traveled all the way to another town near Roland before stopping.
"I wanted to find a place to rest. It was dusk, and Roland spoke.
Angre nodded, "You'd better make your decision by tomorrow, because I'm leaving the South Coast soon." Roland didn't ask about Nate, and Anglie didn't intend to say it.
By the time the Black Cloud Storm Egre found out about the Holy See and contacted Anglie again, that is, when Anglie left the South Coast, there was not much time left for Anglie.
Roland nodded silently.
This town is not far from Roland City, which is a relatively prosperous town, and the two found a luxurious hotel in the city and shared two rooms.
Late at night, in the room, Anglie played with the silver badge in his hand, thinking about the Wizarding Alliance.
There was a knock at the door......