Isabella was dissatisfied: "That high priest doesn't look like a good man, how can you just listen to him?

"If we don't agree," said Duck, "we'll be slaughtered inside! We're now blueberry jam in a spoon, and people can apply whatever they want." Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info agreed first, George, they guess it's almost there. ”

Isabella's eyes lit up: "A delaying tactic?"

"Yes. There are so many prisoners of war in the Holy Crown, and if you try them one by one, you may not be able to get my turn in a day. Now the key is to get in touch with the Dragon Coconut Inn and let George know that we're in Dallas. ”

"It's not easy, the old guy is staring at us tightly, you see the way he looked just now, even the weapon has to be fetched for you. It made it clear that he didn't want us to contact anyone. ”

"Gotta try to see Yupanqui, and let him find one of his men to go to the inn to report the news, or Bacurata will do, as for that Monterage...... Forget it, the old guy is sneaky, in case it is the high priest's subordinate, it is not good. ”

"If the High Priest is determined to cut us off from the inn, how can we see them?"

"That's ...... too"

Darker was muttering, and a slave came running in small steps, and said respectfully: "Master Samurai, the high priest asks the little one, what is the style of your war hammer?"

"This ...... It's really hard to say in a few words, so let's take a piece of paper and I'll draw a picture for you. ”

The slave hurried to fetch paper made of charcoal and reeds.

Isabella quietly gave Duck a thumbs up. Duck's eyebrows picked up triumphantly, counting it as a response, grabbed the charcoal strip, walked the dragon snake, brushed the brush on the reed straw paper to outline the general appearance of the Morning Star of the Prison Eye, thought for a moment, and added a line of words underneath: "Sauce roast caterpillars are used to eating." Then he threw down the charcoal strips, handed the straw paper to the slave, and said, "Just give this to the proprietress of the Dragon Coconut Fruit Hotel." ”

The slave cautiously asked, "Is there anything else I want to tell you?"

"No, go ahead. ”

The slave ran away with a puff of smoke.

Isabella asked puzzledly, "Anyway, no one can read Doland's writing, why don't you just write down our situation on paper?"

"You can't take that risk. I am sure that this paper will soon be in the hands of the High Priest, and he will surely see it, and if it is returned to the inn, it will be our victory. ”

Duck guessed correctly, and a few minutes later, the piece of paper that had placed their hopes in them was handed to the High Priest Kuroma.

Kuruma looked at it several times, and sneered: "You want to rely on this trick to pass on the news to your accomplices?" After going to the hotel, don't go to any proprietress and search directly. ”

"Yes. When will I give him the dumb medicine?"

"Now. Then dress him up as a warrior from Turançois, send him to the altar battlefield as soon as possible, and make a fool of himself during the group draw, so as not to let him run into Yupanki too soon. ”

"So what's next? Continue to do things in their diet?"

"On the contrary, give them the best food and carefully select their opponents. The strong ones are left to Yupanki, and the weak ones are left to him. In the end, Yupanki would kill his friend with his own hands. Hey, hey, hey. ”

The red-clothed priest echoed and smiled: "High Priest Tezomuk has fallen ill, Your Majesty has entrusted all the government and religious affairs to you, and His Royal Highness the Prince has a strange illness and cannot see anyone, and now, only the army loyal to His Majesty remains, and this army will soon fall to our side." You're a visionary. ”

Kuruma said lightly: "I'm just better at seizing opportunities." Now everything is not over, we must not take it lightly, and we must be cautious in any link. ”

"Yes. What about the woman who came with him? She seems to have magical energy fluctuations in her, can she be a seedbed for the next generation of priests?"

"I'm too thin to do such an important job. After sacrificing to the sun god, he broke his hands and feet and threw him into the jungle. If there is no problem, go ahead and prepare. ”

The cardinal bowed to Kuruma and respectfully withdrew.

Kuruma walked to the window, pushed it open, looked at the reckless jungle and the approaching dark clouds in the distance, and showed a satisfied smile: "The last moment is almost here, come quickly, come quickly! I've been waiting for too long! Hahahaha! No one can disobey my will, I am the high priest, I am the king, I am the embodiment of the sun god in the world! My will will shine like the sun on the earth! There can only be one god, one monarch, and one will in the world!"

After laughing hysterically, Kuruma crumbled the paper into a ball and threw it into the dense jungle, then slammed the window shut.

If Kuruma had closed the window a few seconds later, he would have seen a huge ape leaping around angrily, growling in his direction. The paper ball just hit it right on its head.

The giant monkey roared, and its anger gradually decreased, and it became interested in the paper ball, and carefully peeled it off, and found that there was nothing good in it, and angrily threw it back on the ground, and jumped and jumped on it again.

After tossing and turning for a while, the giant monkey's anger finally subsided completely, and it became interested in the paper ball for the second time, and the graphics drawn on it aroused its memories: in the cabin, the guy who was about the same size as himself held it in his hand, and it seemed to be very powerful, so if you take this back there, will there be something delicious as a reward?

It hesitated to look at the pieces of paper, then at the sky that was gradually darkening, and finally scooped up the paper balls and burrowed into the dense jungle.

At this time, Duck was looking at himself in the mirror in surprise.

He had a blood-red fiery crow tail feather on his head, his face was painted with red, yellow and green oil paint, a soul eater crow black and green feather scarf around his neck, shirtless, and a pure black iron crow feather crotch guard around his waist, a proper tribal warrior style.

He was in a daze, and the red-clothed priest came over with a bowl of dark medicinal juice, and he suddenly became worried: "Do I have to drink it?"

The red-clothed priest in front of him was very embarrassed: "I have said it several times, this medicine will not cause permanent damage to your throat. I just couldn't speak for two days. If you don't drink it, it's hard to guarantee that you won't suddenly say a word of Dolan in the middle of a fierce battle - the warriors of Turançois speak Doland, and then we'll be in big trouble. ”

Isabella said, "In the heart of darkness, there will definitely be a place for us. Drink it. ”

Duck gritted his teeth and poured it all down in one gulp. Immediately, he felt that his throat was numb and itchy, and he hated to scratch it, but as soon as his hand was raised, the itching sensation disappeared, and was replaced by a slight swelling sensation, as if there was a soft and hot thing blocking his throat, and he could not speak.

The red-clothed priest took out a wide portrait and said: "This is the warrior of the Turançova tribe you want to play, this tribe believes in the god of crows, with a bird-patterned flag on his back, and his face is painted with oil paint, his weapons are very special, they don't like to use mahogany and obsidian, but smelted metal, and your weapons seem to be made of metal, just right." Now, please, let's go to the prisoner of war camp together. ”