A strange aroma of honey mixed with walnuts slowly wafted out of the large hole in Count Orwell's chest and abdomen, and gradually drifted through the air. After Roland smelled and recognized the smell, his whole person was stunned.

After a few seconds or so, the corners of his mouth rose unconsciously.

"Really...... Interesting. ”

Roland has gradually come back to his senses.

No wonder Roland had a sense of immediacy just now.

This aroma is one of the characteristics of the Flowing Fire Light, but it is not very pure. If it was the kind of pure flame light that Roland had used, it would have smelled of a burning candle when it came into contact with the air.

In Roland's experience, since it will become this color, it is probably mixed with a relatively high concentration of charm potion or dragon power potion - and Roland looks at Orwell's state and feels that it may be the former.

After smelling this iconic aroma, Roland finally remembered where he had seen such a person. Body fried. Play.

It's a city of wealth.

No, it's a bit inaccurate to say that I've seen it. Roland gave a bottle of Flame Light to a stupid homeless man named Old Tom, and after he entered the water dungeon, Roland detonated his body. The light of the fire inside blew up the water dungeon, which was heavily surrounded by the guards, along with the Tyranth Dam, without any fighting.

If Roland hadn't seen him explode, he would have been aware of it when he was attacked by Earl Orwell.

In other words, this person who wants to frame Roland must have a considerable degree of understanding of Roland's methods.

But that's why Roland felt a burst of horror -

Is it a coincidence or a deliberate attempt to frame Roland in this way?

If it was on purpose, did he already know Roland's identity?

And if it's just a coincidence that he used Orlando's tricks against Roland...... What did he want to achieve by using Orlando's methods to blame Roland?

Don't say anything, think of going together - compared to the light of the fire. The professor has a dozen inventions that can achieve better results and have a lower price.

At that time, the reason why Roland used the Flowing Fire Light and not other things was only because Roland had no money.

At that time, the professor was collecting experimental data, so he handed over this box of flowing fire light to Roland. In fact, Roland didn't know why the professor was so generous and really gave Roland a whole box of Flowing Fire Light.

Originally, Roland only wanted three. Even only two streams of fire are necessary, and the rest can be replaced with ordinary explosives.

Under normal circumstances, the Flame Light is used to pollute water or create drifting mudslides, or to use expensive armaments in conjunction with the Tempest. Even after dilution. It would also be too wasteful to assassinate a person.

There are very obvious traces of imitation on this incident. And it's almost nothing hidden.

What Roland didn't know was whether the man behind the scenes wanted to warn Roland that he already knew Roland's secret, or if he wanted to draw Roland's attention to Orlando.

Either way, it's worth Roland's vigilance.

Whether it's malice against Roland or malice against Orlando, it will eventually converge on Roland. And those malicious intentions against Orlando are even more troublesome, because Orlando is dead, and Roland has no position to speak for Orlando at all.

Throwing the pot on a dead man who can't speak has been a skill that humans have excelled at since ancient times.

So, who is it exactly...... Is it a professor? No. No way.

Even if it was a flash of fire, Roland was very sure that the professor would not be able to use such a subterfuge. For him, bothering to think about the ruse of framing others is an insult to himself in itself.

From the point of view of an alchemist, there is nothing more wasteful and shameless than thinking outside of creation. It is an insult to the human intellect, an evil deed that reduces the human mind to the same level as the predation of wild beasts.

If you just follow your instinct to fight and plunder, you can't talk about nobility at all. This is one of the reasons why alchemists hate wizards.

Wait, there seems to be another possibility......

An inspiration flashed through Roland's mind. But before Roland could capture it, a sharp pain in his chest interrupted Roland's thinking.

Roland looked down. He found two crossbow arrows glowing green and embedded in his chest.

"Kid's stuff...... It's ridiculous. ”

Roland chuckled, reached out and pulled the arrows from his chest, tossing them aside as if nothing had happened. When this design is pulled out, it is very easy to break in the body, and the arrow is spit out under the wriggling of the mercury.

After the arrow left Roland's body, Roland's flesh began to heal at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the tentacle-like mercury tangled and bulged around the wound, and even the clothes grew out along with it.

Suddenly. Frightened by this strange situation, the assembled guards suddenly stopped their progress.

The mysterious and powerful impression of the druids has long been planted in the hearts of the people of Karar. Although most people don't know what druids can do, that doesn't affect their imagination.

And Roland's recovery from fatal wounds, and his complete disregard for the specificity of toxins, made these people very clear that Roland was definitely not a novice.

Time. Facing a black-robed druid, the guards of the Earl's Court couldn't help but feel empty.

Just looking at him from afar, the coercion was enough to make their legs tingle, their fingertips cold, and their hearts beating violently.

They have not forgotten what the black-robed druids represent.

If the Earl had committed any serious crime, they would have been guilty of following them, and they would have enjoyed the same punishment as Earl Orwell.

As for what Orwell's punishment was...... Just look at the ground.

However, they just wanted to retreat, and the housekeeper was watching from behind, and they couldn't withdraw.

Immediately, the two sides fell into a stalemate.

But at this moment, Roland suddenly heard two exclamations superimposed on each other: "Dad! ”

Not good!

In an instant, Roland and those guards sounded alarm bells in their hearts at the same time.

Orwell's two children will undoubtedly break the current deadlock. Although Roland felt that they should not be able to stop themselves...... But just in case.

After a slight hesitation, Roland decided to take two steps back, avoiding Count Orwell's corpse first.

"Everyone, calm down...... Let's see who I am. ”

Roland was very calm, and said in a somewhat helpless tone: "I have just arrived, and your colleagues have also seen me before...... That's you, you're right. ”

For a moment, all the guards set their sights on the one who had led the way for Roland.

"Yes, but ......"

He retorted with some hesitation.

But before he could react, Roland replied lightly: "It's nothing good. That's the way it is, I'm innocent. ”

"I think I need to explain this to you...... Otherwise, I'll be gone. Can you still catch up with me? ”

Roland's sincere tone raised the credibility of his words a few notches.

That's right. Because that's exactly what happened.

For a moment, the guards showed obvious hesitation.

If the commander gives the order now, there is a high probability that these guards will not even be able to carry out the order.

"Why can't you catch it?"

An old, smiling voice rang out behind Roland.

The moment he spoke, Roland sensed his presence. The pinprick-like sense of crisis quickly swept from the back to the spine, and Roland's face suddenly changed greatly.

The next moment, Roland felt something spill on him. The liquid, which was colder than the cold wind of the Northland, was sprinkled on Roland's body with a large amount of cold to the bone! (To be continued.) )