With that, he raised his head and stared at the sorcerer.

"If you don't want to die, I suggest you get out of here, of course it's just advice."

The Conjurer stared at Oreo with a blank face, and he didn't pay attention to Oreo at all.

"Good."

Oreo muttered, he didn't look at it, and raised his hand to the other side of the hall to shoot it.

Although the Spellcaster had distorted Ottaman's true location with his magic, he could be sure that he was still in this hall.

The pellet didn't work, and Oreo continued to reload, moving the muzzle 60 degrees to the right and continuing to fire.

The sorcerer's face gradually changed, Oreo clearly knew the way to crack the spell, and he couldn't let him try it any longer.

He waved his right hand, and two clouds of invisible gas slammed into Oreo's chest, and the thin figure flew straight upside down and slammed into the wall.

Oreo felt like his bones were about to shatter, and he struggled to get up from the ground, muttering.

"Damn Caron."

Altaman said in due course.

"Don't kill him so quickly, we're going to give Mr. Oreo a chance to settle scores."

"Thank you for the opportunity."

Drying the blood from the corners of his mouth, Oreo raised his cane, aimed it at the air and pulled the trigger, and the shot was missed again.

The sorcerer continued to wave his right hand, an invisible fist slamming into Oreo's left cheek, and he spun in place for half a circle, before staggering to his feet.

His hair had been loosened, and the greasy hair covered half of his cheeks, and the remaining half of his face was pale.

He quickly reloaded the projectile, moved 60 degrees to the right, and fired again, but the shot still didn't work.

Ottaman leaned in Angelil's direction.

"With all due respect, what are you going to do if you hit Miss Angelyl."

Oreo ignored him and continued to reload.

Ottaman looked at him as he took Angelyl into his arms. This can both infuriate this incompetent down-and-out nobleman and make him afraid to shoot.

The sorcerer stopped, he clearly knew Ottaman's intentions, and he wanted to torture the intruder.

According to Ottaman, the young man named Oreo was also a sorcerer, but now it seems that his magic fluctuations are very weak, and he is no different from ordinary people.

Maybe he really knows a little bit of three-legged cat magic, but it can only scare people like Ottaman who don't know anything about spells.

Ottaman's hand slowly stroked Angelyl's thighs, she was a cute type of girl, her thighs were not slender, but they were quite nice to the touch.

"Bang"!

Oreo continued to fire, and the shot sank into the air again.

He lowered his head and continued to reload.

According to the principles of spells, distorted space is absolute, so there is no error caused by light offsets.

Based on the feedback generated by these three bullets, Oreo roughly guessed Ottaman's location, but he didn't know where the real location of the sorcerer was.

Loaded with projectiles, he looked at Ottaman, who was caressing Angelyl wantonly.

Honestly, this scene looks ridiculous.

Oreo pursed his lips, he was delicately adjusting the angle of the muzzle, he was ready to scare Ottaman with the first shot, and then use Reka's sui pistol to kill him the moment he showed his flaw.

"Hoo ......"

Oreo sighed and lowered his gun, as if begging for mercy.

"Lord Altaman......"

Before he could finish speaking, he raised his hand and fired a shot that, in his imagination, was slashed against Ottaman's scalp.

But unexpectedly, that shot actually missed again, which shows that his judgment was wrong.

It's terrible!

But I still have a second bullet.

Oreo had just picked up Reka's pistol with his foot, and the turn of events abruptly happened.

Angelil's eyes suddenly lifted, and she and Oreo looked at each other for half a second, then looked to the left, as if to give Oreo a hint of their true location.

After that, she grabbed Ottaman with her backhand and stomped the tip of her right foot.

Altaman shrunk in pain, and took the opportunity to twist her hands and hunch her waist, slamming Altaman to the floor for a spectacular over-the-shoulder throw.

"I knew it."

Oreo muttered, then raised his gun to his right, which was Ottaman's true position, and the sorcerer visibly panicked.

Angelyl knelt on one knee on Ottaman's chest, locked his neck with her right hand, and said fiercely.

"In the name of Duke Oren, the old lady has already heard it!"

Ottaman's head was still groggy now, he said with difficulty.

"You...... What do you mean. ”

"The old lady just took advantage of you, you stupid pig!"

Angelil was so angry that she raised her hand and slapped Ottaman.

"Touch my thigh, don't you, you want me to block the bullet for you, right, it's cool to threaten Mr. Oreo, isn't it?"

“......”

Judging by the rude interrogation methods, Angelil really learned a lot from Tamia.

Oreo raised the muzzle of his gun.

"Angelyl."

Angeliel gave Ottaman another slap before she looked up.

She clearly knew she had done something wrong, and her tone was cringe.

"Mr. Oreo......"

"Do you think you're particularly smart?"

Oreo squinted slightly, and he said as he watched the sorcerer's movements.

"You think you don't have to compete in the Black Queen with Ottaman anymore? If Peggy found out about this, would you believe she would have skinned you? ”

"I ......"

Angelil pursed her lips, and her tone suddenly became firm, "I didn't want to be the Black Queen in the first place, and besides, my mother was angry for a while at most." ”

Oreo said in disappointment.

"Angelyl, you shouldn't be so fearless, do you know how much effort Peggy put into this year's competition."

Angelyl said angrily.

"I don't care how much effort she puts in, she's clearly using me!"

"You shouldn't interpret a mother's concern as exploitation."

Oreo shook his head, "Angelil, even if today's incident is over, you must not get out of the basket in the future competition...... I won't be like this ...... today."

"Bang"!

With a gunshot, Oreo's voice came to an abrupt halt.

He clutched his chest and turned around quietly.

The sorcerer's magic melted away, and he could see the hall.

Behind him stood two columns of guards, Ottaman and the Spellcaster at the front of the line.

Ottaman clutched his neck, his face flushed, and the Spellcaster pale, apparently using a stand-in straw man to replace Ottaman with all of his magic.

Blood was pouring from between Oreo's teeth, and it was clear that he was badly wounded, but it was not the reaction of a man who had been shot through the chest—

He should be dead!

The sorcerer whispered.

"Maybe his heart is on the right side, and I've heard that such people can be especially smart."

"Maybe you're right."

Altaman answered, and he turned and snatched the guards behind him from their rifles.

"Bang"!

The shot missed, and blood spread through Oreo's abdomen.

He stumbled and spoke in fits and starts.

"Ottaman ...... Your name is Ottaman, right...... Will you transform......"

Ottaman didn't hear what he was saying, and he grabbed the second pistol.

"Now it's useless to beg for mercy, I'll kill you first, and as for that, I'll make her pay!"

Oreo spat out the blood.

"It looks like you won't."

"Bang"!

The bullet struck Oreo on the left side of his face, and it almost lifted the entire face, and the white bones were faintly visible under the red blood, but it was soon enveloped in black gas.

Seeing that Oreo still hadn't fallen, Ottaman turned around and prepared to grab a third rifle, but the guard stumbled.

"Less...... Young Master......"

Ottaman paused, thinking that the guard was trying to dissuade him from doing this ridiculous act, and raised his eyebrows slightly.

"You're teaching me to do things?"

"No, no, no......"

The guard's legs trembled, and Ottaman thought he was afraid of his majesty, but soon found that all the guards were trembling.

He turned away in confusion, his mouth open.

The detective, who should have died, stood there squarely, covered in black scales, and steam constantly expelled from under the scales as he breathed, and the air in the room was hot, but it was terrifyingly gloomy.

Seeing this scene, Ottaman finally remembered the legend that has been widely circulated in Turin recently-

That damn legend is true!