The surgery was a success.

Roland tightened his hood and looked at old Joseph who had reopened his eyes—or better known as Joseph now.

His striped face, old and young, was calm. The eyes, which had been mirror-like and sharp just a few minutes ago, had completely lost their brilliance.

Without the cruelty, the madness, the terrible gaze that seemed to be always longing for something to grow from Roland, Joseph's face became much more ordinary.

If his wrinkled and smooth face gave people a nightmarish sense of fear before, now it can only give people the same sense of antics as a makeup-worn play.

"Good afternoon, Joseph. How does it feel? ”

"Good afternoon, Lord Orlando."

Joseph said to Roland listlessly, "It feels terrible." ”

"You should rejoice, Joseph," the corners of Roland's mouth could only be seen rising slightly from under the hood that covered most of his face, "and there is a chance that this operation will make you a fool." ”

"I feel pretty much the same now."

"Maybe."

Roland's gaze cut through the shadows and stared into Joseph's eyes: "I want to ask something. You might get the idea...... Or do you yourself say it's better? ”

"As you wish, Lord Orlando."

Joseph looked at Roland with a tired, calm gaze.

"I didn't betray you. I just want a higher status. ”

"If I was to be more religious, I might be more religious now...... There is nothing warmer and calmer than a long sleep. ”

Joseph replied crisply.

"Lord Orlando, I killed Cruvine. Claudia's life may also be in danger. I don't want to do anything right now. If you get angry, kill me. I want to see the Elder Sleep Teacher right now. ”

"No, you can't die yet. Joseph. ”

Roland shook his head and whispered his rejection.

"I'll give you a long sleep. But not now. I still need you. ”

Roland whispered over and over again.

"Then Joseph. Do you remember your wish now? Are you still motivated? Do you still want to fight? ”

"Remember...... But it didn't work. There is nothing left. ”

Joseph moved his lips, as if trying to pull out a smile, but obviously failed: "Lord Orlando...... I used to think that you were worthy of taking away your affection by making me a sword, a ...... Killing machines. But now...... I became a piece of waste. ”

"Waste or not, your value is to live."

Roland narrated in an almost merciless tone, as if to state the truth: "If you want a long sleep, I will give it to you; If you want affection, I will give it back to you. But not now. ”

"If you keep your feelings, you're going to kill yourself too easily. As long as I'm not with you, you'll lose all your lives once you enter the fight. Not to mention the origin of awakening. It's impossible to even enter the Golden Tier. ”

"Now, all you have to do is live. In due time, I will heal you with an innocuous chant. ”

Joseph simply shook his head in silence.

Roland looked at him and sighed with mixed feelings.

In fact, he had wanted Joseph Sr. to become a crow.

In the early days of the plague revival, Roland was bound to run out of manpower. Joseph Sr., who had considerable experience in underground work, was supposed to be his right-hand man, but now he was deprived of his affection by Roland for his self-proclaimed appointment as a martyr.

Roland actually hated the operation.

But martyrs are too precious.

And not only Joseph, but the other martyrs, Roland, would find a way to gather them to himself.

In order to prevent these unstable existences that explode like balloon fish, they will expend their strength on some small scenes. Roland is afraid that he will use this method to seal them away in the future.

Those martyrs who have the potential to awaken their origins will become humanoid resurrection coins, and those who are destined to fail to awaken their origins, Roland will return his feelings to them with a harmless chant when he uses them, and let them rush out and blow themselves up.

The only difficulty. It's a question of their loyalty after they get their relationship back.

"Actually, you don't have to worry about Claudia."

Roland opened his mouth and said softly, "She is the saint chosen by the mentor himself. Our attacks, whether they start directly or indirectly, will not be able to hurt her. ”

"But the shield can. Gravity is even better. ”

Joseph's cold answer caused Roland's pupils to shrink instantly.

Roland had a very clear idea of how terrible the power of a silver-tier martyr could be at the cost of an arm, even better than Joseph himself.

Combined with Roland's knowledge of Kruvien. He immediately understood what had happened before.

That's right, Claudia couldn't have been injured by any of the attacks from the followers of the Sleeping Mentor. But sadly, neither Claudia nor Cruvien. None of them knew about it.

As long as Cruvine abandons Claudia, maybe both of them will survive. At least Claudia couldn't have happened.

In a ridiculous self-sacrificing spirit, Kruvien threw Claudia out or knocked her shield away - underestimating him, and Kruvien might even be stupid enough to throw Claudia out with the spin of his shield.

The Holy Maiden's damage immunity list does not include immunity to fall damage.

“…… Damn, I've got to go find Anros. ”

Roland gritted his teeth, turned around and ran out in the direction of An Ruosi's uphill.

Now Roland simply doesn't have time.

In the event that Claudia died, the Mentor would inevitably choose another saint.

If the saintess appears next to Roland again this time, the probability is enough for Roland to touch the lottery ticket.

You must know that there is no geographical limit to the faith of the saints. There are not many qualifications to become a saint, and Roland is not sure whether the next saint will appear in Elcatel or Suze.

Either way, Roland didn't have time to develop a relationship with her.

And the Holy Maiden has the absolute right of internal sanctions. If Roland can't tie the saint to his chariot, it is equivalent to leaving an incomparably huge hidden danger for himself.

So, Claudia must not die.

Even if Anros died, or even Joseph died, Claudia would never die!

"Joseph, you don't use! Wait until I get back! ”

With the last sentence he said, Roland started a charge in the direction An Ruosi had left, turning into a black lightning bolt and rushing to the top of the mountain.

But less than five hundred meters after Roland rushed out, he stopped charging, and his running speed gradually slowed down.

Because he saw Claudia, who had a broken left arm on his back, marching towards his side with difficulty.

"Ahh Mr. Roland! ”

When An Ruosi saw Roland, he breathed a sigh of relief, and hurriedly put Claudia on the ground.

"Please...... Give Miss Crowley ...... Heal," An Ruosi gasped for breath and raised his head to show a distressed expression at Roland, "Uncle Cruvien...... Can't find ...... Detecting the humanoid creature can't find him, I'm afraid he's ......"

"You take a break."

Roland gently patted Anros on the shoulder, turned and squatted down in front of Claudia.

But the moment he turned his back, the corners of Roland's mouth hung a cold arc.

He saw it. On the second knuckle of the index finger of An Ruosi's left hand was clearly a shallow black rune.

-- That's proof of a deal with the devil.

Roland swore that he didn't have this thing on his hands just before Ann Ruosi went up the mountain.

The devil will never do a loss-making business.

But Roland could see that An Ruosi had not lost anything.

In other words, did Ann Ruosi exchange something other than herself for the support of the devil?

So, is there anything else for him to sell besides Roland?

If this is still Edward's doing...... Then, Roland seems to have some guesses about this guy who has a lot of Kabbalah enemies at hand.

"By the way, Mr. Roland," An Ruosi asked, as if he had suddenly thought of something, behind Roland, "Although there is still plenty of time, why don't we go directly to the White Tower?" It just so happened that Miss Crowley also needed to investigate the matter about her brother. ”

Ha?

Hearing An Ruosi's last words, Roland almost burst out laughing.

An Ruosi's flaw is too stupid......

Not to mention Anroth's abnormal attitude towards Marken and Kruvien, the last sentence alone is problematic in itself.

After all, from Ann Ruosi's point of view, he shouldn't have known that Edward had a problem.

Roland turned his back to An Ruosi, and his expression suddenly froze.

No...... What if An Ruosi was afraid that Roland would not find the marks on his fingers and deliberately expose his flaws?

The purpose is to remind Roland that there is something wrong with him.

“…… Ah, yes. ”

Roland replied casually, lightly pressing the fingers of his right hand on Claudia's forehead, his lips moving slightly, and singing a silent innocuous chant.

The corners of his mouth gradually raised.

Things seem to be starting to get interesting.......

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