Chapter 11: The Blade Turns Cold (11)

Shak, the Witcher's headquarters on the outskirts.

The cold-faced man holding a letter sealed with fire paint walked briskly towards the Tower of the Moonlit Night; Glancing down at the secret letter representing the highest degree of threat, the cold-faced man's already cold expression became more and more cold, and even faintly revealed a feeling that no one should approach; The rangers who met the cold-faced man along the way immediately avoided walking into the distance after saluting slightly-Peidnang's retreat into the background did not affect the cold-faced man's position in the witcher's headquarters; Although he is cold, his fair decisions and excellent abilities are well known and talked about, and combined with Hessel's tolerance as an elder, the cold-faced man still holds an important position in the witcher's headquarters

A position similar to that of a secretarial advisor between a tower guard and a top manager; Therefore, as the Knights directly under the Demon Hunter Headquarters, they will salute the cold-faced man to show their respect—but it is precisely because of this position that the cold-faced man at this moment understands the meaning of the secret letter in his hand.

From being adopted by his teacher, to becoming an excellent witcher on his own, to returning to Shak as his teacher and now Hessel's secretarial advisor, he had only seen such secret letters twice; But no matter what time it was, he didn't want to remember—mutilated limbs, rivers of blood, earth-shattering roars, helpless howls, numb eyes......

One by one came to his mind one by one, especially when he thought of the scene where the old demon hunter who had been taking care of his daily life as his life mentor was beheaded by a sharp sword, a irritability that he could not ignore rose violently from the bottom of his heart, and the sorrowful anger suddenly shook his whole body—as if it was a cold current blowing from the cold hell, emanating from the cold-faced man's whole body to all sides; The chill caused the patrolling rangers to look sideways and stop.

The rangers looked at the stunned figure in horror, and from the other person's body, they felt a chill that made the air freeze, even with the shield of armor, which made them unable to control their trembling bodies—cold personality does not mean that there is no anger; On the contrary, when a person with a cold personality erupts into anger, it is really frightening, especially when the person with a cold personality still has considerable strength.

"Huh? Isn't this our little Nofa? Why is your face so ugly? Do you have a bad stomach? ”。

Just when many of the Rangers thought they were about to become ice sculptures, a happy and playful voice suddenly appeared in everyone's ears, and with the appearance of this voice; Not only did the surrounding coldness disappear, but everyone returned to normal; And the cold-faced man who was immersed in sadness and anger also woke up, and subconsciously looked towards the end of the corridor where the sound came out - Mordred, who was dressed in a decent robe and had a thick book under his arm, saw the cold-faced man looking at him, and couldn't help waving his free hand happily, and walked quickly in front of the cold-faced man.

"It's a pleasure that we met in front of the Central Castle on such a nice day," Mordred, the owner of the Tower of Thorns, who was feared by countless people, said something completely inconsistent with his identity, even slightly inexplicable: "How is it?" If you don't mind, can you treat me to lunch? Quite a few words"

"Lord Mordred"

Facing the person in front of him, the cold-faced man saluted respectfully, and subconsciously took a step back - there are many things that can make the cold-faced man feel bored, but the cold-faced man is sure that even if he gathers all the things he is tired of, it is not as irritable as the man in front of him who seems to be a teenager

Inexplicable, confusing words, as well as expressions and costumes that change from time to time; The cold-faced man has already classified the other party as a madman; Especially the identity and strength of the other party, which makes the cold-faced man stay away from the other party; After all, a madman is worrying, but a madman with strength and status is frightening - even if the cold-faced man doesn't want to admit it, but he has to say that standing in front of the other party, he will always involuntarily have a feeling in his heart as if he is facing a fierce beast that is confronting things, especially the unclear relationship between the other party and his teacher, which makes the cold-faced man stay away from the other party.

Of course, this time is no exception. …,

"I have an urgent letter to hand over to His Excellency Hessel, please allow me to leave first"

After saluting respectfully, the cold-faced man who straightened up did not wait for Mordred's answer, and immediately walked quickly around the other party and continued to walk briskly towards the Tower of the Moonlit Night - Mordred, who was standing in place, did not stop the cold-faced man from leaving, but scratched his head as if he was distressed, with a rather regretful look.

"Worried about the loss of a 'toy' again?" Blank, who was burping with wine, staggered to Mordred's side, shook the wine gourd in his hand, which was still full of wine, and said with drunken eyes: "Be careful if it goes on like this, Pednange will trouble you... A wine burp made Blank have to pause, looked at the frowning Pednange in front of him, and couldn't help laughing: "Or you originally planned to let Pednange trouble you, so that you can ...... again"

Sou

Without the slightest hint of drunkenness, Blank quickly turned sideways, and a long, narrow sword grazed the tip of his nose and nailed to the wall behind him.

"Hey, it's just talking, there's no need to come to the real thing," Blank, who dodged a sword, shouted at Mordred in front of him - with a cold smile, Mordred, who had withdrawn the long sword, narrowed his slender eyes, and said slowly in a low, cold voice like a file: "Remember, there is no next time, and it seems that you have completed your greatest wish and it seems that you have created a holy weapon, and you can die without regrets, right?" Quite a few words"

"There's really no sense of humor" Blank couldn't help but purse the corners of his lips, continued to pick up his flask, and asked behind him, "You're right, Jemond?" ”

"Are you really idle and have nothing to do? Can you die without regrets? The strong and tall Jemond strode past Blank, and his powerful voice echoed throughout the corridor: "Because of Yeqi's kid, you have indirectly completed the forging of a holy weapon, which is far from your original goal."

The already extremely powerful voice, after the tone was accentuated, the words "indirect" and "far away" suddenly became extremely harsh.

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Looking at the back of the opposite side walking under the tower of the moonlit night, Blanc raised a middle finger very indecently; After pouring a sip of wine, he also staggered towards the Tower of the Moonlit Night, and at the same time, a faint muttering sound came-

Is your head clipped again? You can't still think about some jihad, right? Quite a few words are really troublesome for the Holy See

PS It's rainy...... It's been raining all day...... Wet ...... of all kinds

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