The women screamed Mirse's name in a frenzy, their eyes shining like stars, and they were happier than the birth of their own children, and some shamelessly took off their clothes to the eyes of the men, and there were many who did so. They danced bewitchingly, shaking their chests, twisting their hips, crying and shouting to give birth to Missey.

People will always create false idols for themselves, and they will devote themselves to everything without scruples, without hesitation, and sometimes they will never wake up for the rest of their lives. I scoffed at it, but I ruled my city by this means, in a sense, I lived by this weakness of human nature. Faith is a good thing for people with brains, and for people without brains, it is to tie them around their necks and let people lead them like dogs.

Of course, there must be sunspots if there are.

Many male viewers were jealous and resentful of Missey for hooking up with Neri, and they were already indignant. This anger did not disappear because of Mirse's successive victories, but intensified, not to mention that Misser was favored by almost all women, which was tantamount to adding fuel to the fire, making them sour their teeth, their lungs exploding, and their expressions like dead horses. However, now that Milse is in power, they are too depressed to speak out.

These incompetents, the only criterion by which they decide what they like is the woman - the one who robs them of women, even the distant celebrities, is their enemy. is more handsome and dashing than them, even if this person is wise and martial, patriotic and loves the people, he will not have real talent and real learning.

A bunch of Luthers, can't they see it? Of all of them, Milsey was one of the best, if not the best, for the Duke, and jealousy was like poison that made them like animals.

I know how badly Misser was wounded and how terrible the price of victory was.

Torrent is the use of severe pain to stimulate the potential of the body, burst out of the ultimate strength, this severe pain can be resolved in an appropriate way, if properly handled, the body will be further strengthened. But Mirse used the sword to superimpose it with the torrent, and the effect was multiplied, which also caused multiple damage to the body, plus the impact of Donovan's explosion.... Milsey was only saved by luck.

His opponent's telepathic blade is really strong, and I was too optimistic at first.

If Mirse had made out with Neri before the match, he would have been the one who lost now. Strange, how do I know if Misser and Neri have done anything? Could it be that you are dreaming again during the day?

Misser walked out of the arena on his own, and outside the arena, Neri and his entourage cried to pick him up. He wants urgent treatment, there may only be a few hours before the final final, and his injuries can't even be healed quickly by the Sansheng Divine Grace, only the blood of the blood clan....

West shouted, "Let's forget about the last spectacular duel for a moment, and welcome to the next two peerless swordsmen." The first is Bostetus, known as 'Poseidon', who won the last round without a fight. But we all know that the tragically dead Lord Stonehead has no match for Poseidon. Because this sea god, with his unstoppable and ever-changing waves, pointed directly at the throne of the Nine Hermits of the Sword and Shield Society! He was just and strict, he was virtuous, there was no evil in his eyes, and he vowed to cleanse the world from all impurity. Let's cheer for 'Poseidon'! ”

The old marquis was greeted with warm applause and drums.

Bostetes wore a large back, every wrinkle on his face was carved by a knife, he was dressed in a blue armor with scales, and he held a great sword in one hand and a large shield in the other, which was quite different from what he had dressed in the first fight.

West looked to the other side: "His opponent! The hero we know, admire, and love the most, known as the 'Demon Hunter' and the 'Lonely Traveler' - Divine Arrow Aardman! He once saved the poor girl at the last moment. He, once for the sake of an oath to a dead friend, bravely entered the castle of demons! He once took a deadly poison, just to practice a mind blade that is beyond the reach of adults! He seems to be playing the world, but in fact, in his heart, he is full of hatred for evil and the pursuit of justice. It's all a legend, and now, this legendary figure is standing in front of us! Can the arrow pierce the waves and hit the king of the sea? Let's wait with bated breath for this answer! ”

Aardman reappeared and waved to the audience, his demeanor still laid-back and his demeanor still dashing, but he changed into black heavy armor. The audience was quite crazy by West's words, and after seeing him, they were even more happy as if they had seen their long-lost father.

Norman said to Vasilissa, "What did Aardman do to Orenmu in the last round..."

Vasilisa said, "Orenmu is not my heir, but only one of my favorites.... Friend, now that this friend has been defeated, it is nothing to me. ”

Norman asked, "Then why are you investigating Aardman?" ”

I caught my eyes and smelled the internal contradictions of the Sword and Shield Society. As we all know, I am a clever and clever person, and I will not let go of any flaws, nor will I let go of collecting any useful information. Even if they're my allies, I'd like to know more about it, and maybe I'll be able to use it in the future.

I smiled indifferently and decided to eavesdrop without revealing a clue, with my cultivation, even if I was twenty meters away, even if they were whispering, they would not be able to hide it from me. But they're too soft, so I'll have to get closer....

Norman turned to me and said, "Longinus, are you eavesdropping on our conversation?" ”

I said angrily, "What? It's bloody! How could I do such a thing? ”

"Then why are you crouching behind us, with your head so close together and your ears so high?"

I said indignantly, "I happened to be passing by to tie my shoes." What do you care so much about? ”

They ignored me, and Lamia pretended not to know me, so I continued to crouch and eavesdrop.

"You're wrong, Norman, I'm not investigating Orenmu for his mistreatment, I'm looking into all the people I don't know about these contestants, and I'm going to investigate more if necessary, even you don't miss it," said Vasilissa. ”

Norman let out an "oh" and asked, "Why did you do that?" ”

Vasilisa: "In the case of the High Court Prison Gate, the Scepter has entrusted me with a thorough investigation of this matter. ”

Norman said, "The king wants to find out the big umbrellas of the cultists among us? Or find out the vigilantes who lynched and killed cultists? ”

Vasilisa said, "I'm in charge of finding the vigilantes, and Reed Sheen is looking for the cultists. "Reed Sheen is also one of the Nine Hermits, I've only met him once, and he seems to be a counselor.

Norman replied lukewarmly, "The Scepter trusts the Bloods so much?" ”

It turns out that Sean is also a Blood.

Vasilissa: "It's logical, as it's impossible for the Bloodlines to use human females to create Nefarem. And the Blood Clan has no reason to hunt cultists, it has nothing to do with the Blood Clan. Since we are out of the way, we are the best people to pursue this case. If it weren't for the fact that Christina had to be in the Black Coffin, Reed's errand would have been taken over by her. ”

"That's right."

I asked, "Then why did you start with Aardman?" ”

Norman gave me a blank look: "Why don't you leave?" ”

"Alas, these broken shoes, the laces are so difficult to tie."

Norman shouted, "You're wearing boots, you don't need laces at all!" ”

"Really? No wonder, no wonder. But since I'm here, it's okay to make a few small talks. ”

Vasilissa smiled and replied to me, "Aardman Ain, what's his nickname?" 'Demon Hunter', his actions show that he hates demons more than anyone else, and he is most likely to organize men against the cult. He is an orphan, unidentified and of unknown origin, so he is valuable for investigation. ”

Norman asked, "What did you investigate?" ”

Vasilisa said: "Most of his deeds, his stories, are exaggerated, but the process is likely to be true, even.... The facts are more amazing than the stories. He really broke into the devil's lair alone, he really used poisonous snakes and scorpions to train his mind blade, he really chased and killed a cunning blood clan in the jungle shrouded in poisonous fog, and he even slaughtered a wild village that worshiped demons, even the little ones. ”

Norman sighed, "I thought my life was good enough. But can these things prove that he went around killing all those crooked ways of our Sword and Shield Society? ”

"No, he just had a reason to do that," Vasilissa said. He's a natural.... Hunter.

He was an orphan, probably born to a knight and a slave, and his father could not be found, and his mother was long dead, with no witnesses or insiders.

He grew up to the age of five in the slave slum of Ponsar, at which point he showed his talent for reading blades, and was raised by the training revenue of the Sword and Shield Society, and began to learn to read blades.

He can't be considered bad, nor can he be considered good, he can only be said to be decent, normally, he may be able to pass the knight's test, mix up to a viscount in this life, and then die in a war for no reason.

However, fate played a joke on him and gave him a slap in the face, leaving him from his original trajectory from then on.

After he became a knight, he forged a certificate of disability and worked as a clerk in the rear, because he married a woman and raised a daughter, and he wanted to spend more time with them instead of being born and dying outside all day. ”

Norman scoffed, "Cowards have their own reasons for being cowards, and I might as well find out which scum in our association have used this vile method." ”

Vasilissa: "When he was thirty years old, a deranged Bal Bloodline infiltrated his home and turned his daughter into a Blood. The blood of the Bal religion... Extremely vicious, the child went mad and sucked her mother dry like milk, and then tried to suck Aardman dry, so Aardman killed the child. ”

I was breathing so badly that I couldn't comment on it. Norman clenched his palms, his nails digging into his own skin, bleeding.

She glared at Vasilisa and said, "Bloodline? ”

Vasilisa replied coldly, "Some Bloods will do this, but I won't. As for the Bal Blood, he fled the dungeon. Poor Aardman disappeared for a while, learning the art of hunting bloodlines and demons from somewhere, and after that, he left the Sword and Shield Society and embarked on an expedition. ”