"I've already handed in this year's share, I don't know what the Holy Envoy is here for?" Osido sat down in his chair and looked at the messenger beside him. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Now that the room had become quite warm, the ice was long gone.

"For what? Osido, you don't have garlic in front of me! "This envoy's mood is obviously quite bad, if he hadn't taken out the token representing his identity, he might have been killed by Ocedo at this time.

In the face of a person who almost killed himself, the city government of this holy envoy could not put on any kind expression, compared to Ocido's old fox who could spit on himself after being slapped in the face, the difference was not just one or two levels.

"Please also ask the Holy Envoy to make it clear."

Osido said unhurriedly, his brow furrowed imperceptibly, he thought he should have guessed the guy's intentions.

"The person you sent is not enough." The Holy Envoy said.

"I wonder how much else the Holy Envoy needs?" Osido said.

"Two more." The Holy Envoy stretched out two fingers, "I remember that you don't have a daughter, you should have already summoned her back, if it is your lineage, one is enough." ”

"I see."

Ocedo nodded, "There was a bit of a problem with the recall, and I couldn't get my daughter back. ”

"Oh, really?" The Holy Envoy replied noncommittally, he didn't really care about this, the purpose of this visit was to make up the quantity or quality, and what Ocedo was going to do was his business.

As long as Ocedo finally puts a sufficient quantity or quality of people into his hands.

"My brother Oliel has two daughters, which is just enough." Osido said.

"Okay, then send these two people over." "Be careful next time, I don't want to run for such a frivolous thing," said the envoy. No, if something goes wrong next time, maybe it won't be me. ”

This envoy was obviously a stunned young man, and his strength was not high—at least not enough compared to Osido, but he had a big temper, and it was certainly impossible for such a person to stand alone.

Come over like you do today, and do the work of urging Ocedo.

If something goes wrong with Ocedo, it will definitely not be such a brainless rookie, but a real powerhouse in the organization.

The thought of that organization made Osido's heart feel like *****, the ice that came from the fear of that organization, the inevitable chill that was born.

The fire was burning, telling Ocedo that one day he would destroy the Order in the same way that he had destroyed the Kai family.

At that time, Ocedo had just returned from another world and began to rebuild the family, dealing with the Kai family, and it was the most high-spirited time, and then he met that organization.

If it weren't for Osido's role, or if their Han family had some effect, he would probably have been erased from this world.

The feeling of being completely in the hands of someone, Ocedo didn't want to go through it again.

Whether in his dreams or in reality, he wanted to completely strangle that organization all the time.

It's a pity that with Ocedo's current strength, he can only hibernate, and even have to work for that organization, filling in his relatives and even his daughter.

"Only if I survive will I have a chance." Osido said secretly in his heart.

"Ocedo, why aren't you going to prepare?" The voice of the messenger seemed to come from the sky, awakening the distracted Ocedo.

"Yes, that's what I'm going to do." Ocido stood up, and as soon as he reached the door, the door was opened.

Oliel outside the door glanced at Ocedo, walked quickly to the young man's side, knelt down directly, and made a five-body throw, respectful to the extreme.

Seeing Olier's performance, Ocedo was shocked, and a bad premonition arose, and he was about to step forward to stop Oliel - no matter what he wanted to do next.

But how could Oliel give Ocedo this chance, and he shouted loudly while his head was still "hit" on the ground: "Holy Envoy, in fact, we have recovered my dear brother Osido's daughter!" ”

"Look for death!"

Ocedo's eyes widened, and he was about to make a move.

"Wait." At this time, of course, the Holy Envoy would not allow Ocedo to make a move in front of him, and immediately spoke.

Osido's body froze, restraining himself from moving.

What happened next did not surprise Ocido, and Oliel sold him all and slapped the Holy Envoy on the back, which made the Holy Envoy very happy, and immediately agreed to Oriel's words to get Phil back.

Of course, Olier's two daughters are no longer needed.

"Lord Holy Envoy, there has been a rebellion in the family, and I have disappeared with that little girl." Osido said in a deep voice, "It's extremely difficult to find. It's not that I don't want to, if I delay the big thing......"

As a father, Ocedo actually still regards Phil as very important, and when he can have other options, of course he will not choose Phil. As Ocedo said, he thinks Phil belongs to him.

Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by the disdainful sneer of the holy envoy.

"Idiot, you think I'll be as stupid as you guys, and I can't even find anyone?" The Holy Envoy found an opportunity and began to taunt Ossidor and reprimand him for his incompetence.

Osido listened to the smoke, but he had to suppress the anger in his heart.

After scolding Osido and venting his anger at almost being killed by Ocedo just now, the holy envoy said slowly: "Go ahead, find some things for that sacrifice, and this young master will help you people find people in one day." ”

"Yes, Holy Envoy." Without waiting for Ocedo to speak, Oliel ran out of the house with joy, a grim smile on his lips as he went out.

Osido is unkind, so don't blame him for being a younger brother.

No one wants to sacrifice their children, do they? Unexpectedly, sacrificing one was not enough, even his remaining two daughters had to be sacrificed, and when Oliel heard it outside the door, he understood that this was his only chance.

As for the future, if this operation is good and pleases the big people of that organization, will you be afraid of Ocedo?

"It's just that we will always send our people to sacrifice in the future?" After the joy, with mixed emotions, Oliel took the quilt that Phil had covered.

Boldly handed the thin quilt to the Holy Envoy, there was no way, Phil only stayed here for less than a night before leaving, and the closest thing to her was this quilt.

"Only a little bit of breath?"

The Holy Envoy's brows furrowed, and he said dissatisfiedly, "Fortunately, what you have encountered is me, and no matter how weak the aura is, I can find her." ”

The envoy flipped the quilt over and over in his hand, as if he was checking something, but Ocedo keenly saw that the wings of his nose were stirring slightly, as if relying on smell to find someone?

"Dogs?" An idea came to his mind, and Ocido sneered inwardly.

"Alright, it's okay, let's go." The envoy threw down the quilt.

"Holy Envoy, you found it?" Oliel asked in surprise.

The envoy glanced at him, and didn't bother to answer his question at all—maybe he was embarrassed to answer, although he said that he relied on breath or something, but in the process of searching, some clues always appeared.

"Ready, let's go." Osido calmly gave the order, and soon someone began to prepare.

Although Oriel temporarily hugged the thigh of the Holy Messenger and seemed to have the ability to compete with Ocedo, Osido was still a well-deserved head of the family.

The group set off quickly, and the direction they headed was exactly where Phil and the others were.

At this time, of course, Phil and the others did not know that they had been targeted, and they cautiously moved towards their destination.

Time, and soon another day passed.

Phil's people came to a rather dilapidated town, and the townspeople in the town were listless, lying in the sun in front of their homes in broad daylight, yawning and looking like addicts.

"We're almost there, right under this town, but we haven't entered it yet, and we don't know what danger we're going to encounter." Chelsea said.

"Let's go." Phil urged.

With Su Mo protecting her, she didn't worry about any danger.

Yes, it has taken these days, Su Mo has quietly infiltrated this world, and now he has turned into a little black cat, lying on Phil's head, yawning leisurely.

In the past few days, Su Mo has regained a little bit of the feeling he had when he played infiltration games, except for the four unlucky guys at the beginning, he has achieved the achievement of not killing anyone and not being discovered by anyone.

It's gratifying, of course, Su Mo can also stretch out a finger and directly crush it all the way in. But that's no fun, wouldn't Assassin's Creed lose its original intent to play as Assassin Mussou?

Although Su Mo will "turn his face" at any time, when the time comes, it will not only be Wushuang, but he will simply turn on the God mode.

As for Phil picking up a small wild cat on the way to raise, the old servant and Chelsea certainly wouldn't object. Even they thought that such a Phil had the appearance of a child, and the previous Phil was too cold and arrogant.

Although Lori is good, but Leng Ao Lori can only watch from a distance and can't get close.

"Brother, what's down here?" Phil asked.

"A broken sword." Su Mo said.

"Broken sword?" Phil was a little confused.

Su Mo said: "That's right, the real sword is only half broken. In other words, after the death of the people of the spirit weapon clan, will they be completely turned into weapons? ”

"Huh?" Phil was stunned for a moment, "Brother, you said that the broken sword underground was transformed by someone from the spirit weapon clan?" ”

"Yes." Su Mo said.

"Then this person must have been very, very powerful in life." Phil said that her memories told her that only the most powerful people would "stay in power" and transform into a weapon after death.

Such a "weapon" is a sought-after artifact for both the spirit weapon race and other intelligent races.

While talking, three people and a cat have entered the underground through a secret door, and entered the intricate underground passage.

Chelsea were at the front, stopping at every fork in the road and choosing the direction. It looks like even if she hadn't actually been there, at least she had a map. (To be continued.) )