916 in the Calendar of the Gods, 13 March 3, six o'clock in the afternoon.

The sun was low, the clouds were thick, and the twilight was approaching.

Under Roland's decision, everyone dug the top of the sewer in front, hoping to dig directly from this kind of direct to the center of Ribblade Street, and catch the undead by surprise.

Decker, on the other hand, took the initiative to ask for help, and stayed behind with Roland to lay a trap for the people on the roof who came down behind. Let them not delay the "business" of Roland and his party.

"It's snowing."

Roland looked up at the color of the indicator light at the top of the sewer and whispered.

"The Moon of Shadows has arrived...... Someone will freeze to death again. ”

Dekker who was following him sighed deeply.

He had answered in passing, but before he could do it, Roland turned his head and stared at him with eyes under the black robe.

"No one will freeze to death," Roland repeated, "no one will freeze to death this year." ”

Dick frowned and looked at Roland, staring at him intensely. Roland also looked at him without fear.

After a long time, Dekker finally took a step back in compromise and bowed slightly to Roland.

"Well, no one will freeze to death this year, Mr. Orlando."

At most, it's just to send some cotton clothes to the homeless people on their streets.

To be honest, didn't even want to send them cotton clothes. It's best to freeze to death.

In his opinion, these tramps are simply the scum of the scum. I never work, I don't want to give anything, I just want to live a nourishing life.

But if that's all there is to it, it doesn't matter if you keep them like dogs.

But the most hateful thing is their ridiculous and arrogant tramp intelligence.

These poor and hateful little things are much sharper than the rest of the inhabitants in some things. They can always find out whether a regional manager is truly merciful, or whether he hides his hideous face under a mask of compassion.

Then they will form groups to live in the streets of those benevolent managers, splashing and rolling around in everything, dedicating themselves to sucking every drop of blood from these street managers, or simply forcing them to abandon their kindness and harden their hearts as hard as iron.

And there is no reason why they can't kill these homeless people. In the chaotic land of the City of Wealth, rules are very important, and you must follow the rules you set.

So they could only pay for the bloody fingers to kill these homeless people silently and throw them into the sewers.

But there are just too many homeless people.

It's too much, it takes a considerable amount of money to get them out of their streets, and when they get out, they will desperately talk about how bad this street manager is, and the reputation they have won for their good deeds will soon be wiped out.

These miscellaneous and annoying people are going to die, bullying the soft and afraid of the hard, it can be said that the existence itself is enough to give people a headache.

"No," Roland shook his head unexpectedly, "that's not what I mean. ”

What else do you want?

sighed vigorously and looked at Roland with a deep frown.

He couldn't refuse if it wasn't too much, after all, the people of Broken Throat Avenue still need the help of Mr. Orlando to survive the professor's scheme.

After all, he couldn't go back to Farajo.

also heard that the two little ones that the old mountain king entrusted to the protection of the silent wizard were captured by the people of the green fruit lock, and the little girl who had a good relationship with the little mountain king and was likely to become the queen of the mountain people in the future was also enslaved. Collar - It can be said that Marcus will die, the difference is that he will cut himself or the mountain king himself will put a noose on him.

If Dake returned to Fararu, he would have been questioned as well. But in fact, the old mountain king did not want to give up this piece of power in the city of wealth, and at the same time, a well-trained sword wizard was also a very cherished resource.

He was confident that if he pretended to be stupid and didn't go back, Fararow would never send someone to summon him.

However, Master Marcus is sure to die. Now the question is how to keep this piece of territory.

"I just wanted to say ......"

Roland looked distressed and pressed his forehead with his hand.

"Those who have houses and jobs will not be too afraid of winter, and those who do not have ...... Maybe this year's explosion will kill some people? ”

"Unlikely. Even if it's ...... them."

Halfway through his sentence, suddenly stuck.

No, he understood. He knew what Roland meant.

A damp damp dread that resembled his previous damp gaze slowly enveloped him.

But at the same time, he was also deeply attracted by Roland's words. It has to be said that Roland's statement is very tempting.

We all know that Broken Throat Avenue and Ribblade Street are two streets where homeless people like to live, and there are quite a few homeless people.

Today, there is a terrible explosion here......

So, if these homeless people disappear in large numbers, no one will care, right? No one has ever been in touch with them, and who knows how many homeless people were killed?

That's it...... Marcus had said that he was going to find an excuse to get these homeless people out, and now this explosion is a very good time!

At this moment, has subconsciously regarded himself as the next manager of Broken Throat Avenue, and carefully considered Roland's statement from the perspective of a regional manager.

Maybe you can send someone to kill them all and throw them down the sewers...... No, it's not normal if no one escapes at all, and it's not good for your reputation.

By the way, let's first kill the group of stinky crows on the Broken Throat Avenue. In this way, except for himself, no one knows how much the loss of the Broken Throat Dao is......

Thoughts quickly crossed's mind, and he never even thought about what he would do if it wasn't him who took over as regional manager.

Wrong. To be more precise, that thought would have been dismissive even if it had crossed's head.

Even the clever Wizard has thought of a good way to clean up the crows, and isn't it natural to take over the position of leader?

“…… I understand! ”

He nodded excitedly: "Thank you, Lord Orlando, for your advice!" ”

"You don't have to thank me yet,."

Dick saw Lord "Orlando" lean over slightly, and a faint floral fragrance with the smell of blood and peppercorns emanated from him, full of natural fragrance.

…… Orlando, is it a woman?

's mind had a vague thought.

As pondered, he suddenly realized that something was wrong.

The cold sweat on his back came down all at once.

"Do you want to know, how did I know your name?"

Lord Orlando's slender index finger was pointed at's forehead, the nails were not very long, but they were sharp and frightening. With just a slight poke, Dale felt his forehead punctured.

"Of course," Orlando's voice was as hoarse as a snake, mixed with a low laugh, forming a mad harmony that bordered on terrible, "Before you died, I pleased you when you prayed—"

At that moment, Dekker seemed to see a flash of mercury under the black robe.

What is the color of mercury? How is it possible for a human being to have eyes of that color......

But soon, such inconsequential details were ignored by Dyck.

"You're saying I'm going to die soon?"

"Exactly."

"Orlando," Lord Orlando asserted.

"One of your two colleagues is a ruthless man. The guy named Rowling found a professor's bomb. Bomb, intending to blow you up here in order to take the position of leader. ”

Rowling?

She actually wanted to kill me?

How dare she kill me! How could she-

's pupils narrowed, and anger surged up in his heart.

Since Lord "Orlando" can know the woman's name, he will surely see how he will call her in the future. You know, the names of the sword wizards and astrowizards are top secret, and this is the source of their strength. It is also their biggest weakness, and they will never reveal it to outsiders.

The truth of the prophecy, then, is beyond doubt.

Now Dakker is extremely glad that he was able to find a professional in the prophecy department and befriend him.

What he wants now is to use the prophecy of Lord "Orlando" to strike first and find a chance to take that. The son died.

"Please help me! Orlando adults! ”

Thinking of this, knelt down very decisively and immediately.

"Don't—" Roland grabbed him.

took advantage of the situation to change his bow to half-kneeling, bowed his head and kissed the fingers of Roland's left hand, and then looked up at Roland with a sincere face: "No! Please save me! Lord Orlando, I don't want to die yet! ”

"Of course, you won't die. If you listen to me. ”

A strange smile appeared on the corner of the black-robed "Orlando" adult's mouth. But at the moment, Dick couldn't care about anything.

"Of course I'll listen to you! I'll listen to you for everything! ”

"Good. Now, then, come with me to the front," Roland leaned over and whispered to, "and I'll prove it to you." ”

Five minutes are coming.

"-- The first bomb, bomb, dear colleague of yours will be in the position you are standing in now."

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The second update, please recommend.