Jonk looked at the group of strong men who were crazy about Jiji, this spell was not spared in the manor except for him who was deliberately bypassed, the waiters in the servant's room opened up to Jiji, and the maids who were awakened looked at the manor in a mess in disarray, I don't know who screamed in despair first, and the maids fled in all directions. Jonk's bed warmer watched in horror as his mistress was held by a guard and kept opening chrysanthemums. Terrified and devastated, she climbed down the stairs and ran out of the manor, crying.

Shirakawa frowned and observed the changes in the source force and the feedback of the magic net on the spells, recording the data one by one, and he analyzed it with an attitude that was both scientific and magical, not just evil.

With the deepening of the laboratory's research on the soul, a large number of strange confusion control spells have been studied, and Bai He used the auxiliary brain to record them one by one, although he is not as good as many formal workers in the laboratory, but he also has a fairly high understanding.

At this moment, he stared at a big man with a mouth-watering mouth, and he was thinking about whether the effect of this collapse of reason could be improved again through hormonal stimulation?

The data for the development of this spell was taken from the duo of friends under the golden dragon, judging from the timeline and the number of samples, this spell data is already a bit outdated, and there is still room for improvement in the spell, and the efficiency of mana use can be further improved.

Steward Renard let out a roar of excitement, then his expression contorted and twitched, and he began to enter a state of immediate stroke.

Bai He began to feel uncomfortable, this spell was admittedly very sharp, but the disgusting scene was also obvious, he shook his head, and decided not to use this crazy immoral trick in the future unless necessary.

The smell gradually thickened, he yawned and turned around and walked to the window, Jonk Valech suddenly ran over in two steps, and directly knelt down and grabbed the hem of Bai He's robe: "Mr. Long, wait a minute." ”

"Huh?" Bai He pretended to look at the noble young master reservedly, at this time, the thin sleepiness on Jonker Valage's body was soaked in cold sweat, and the long hair was scattered and half scattered in front of him, but the expression of an aristocratic handsome face produced by the pairing of handsome guys and beauties of multiple generations was a little distorted, and what made people palpitate even more was his eyes, which were obviously the typical blue eyes of the Northlanders, but under the reflection of the bloodshot eyes, they revealed a red light as a crazy beast and as if they were out of everything.

"Mr. Long, I want to beg you, please help me. He inhaled deeply, as if intending to dispel the heat in his lungs, and his eyes were fixed on Bai He's face: "All the supplies on your list are fine, and even more doesn't matter, as long as you can help me." ”

"Help you?" "First of all, let's not talk about how difficult this matter is, but you know my identity and still ask me for help, this is a deal with the devil for you, aren't you afraid of losing your money?"

"If you can't kill that bitch and get my inheritance back, the North will soon have no place for me!I-Jonker Varech must not lose the inheritance of the territory, even if it is a deal with a real demon!" Jonk Valech's expression became even more hideous, and his voice was hoarse, as if he had given up everything: "Mr. Dragon, I am willing to be your servant, your squire, as long as you can let me inherit the title, everything I have can be yours!"

Crazy for power?

Observing Jonker Valage, White River frowned slightly.

He was a little moved, and he was considering whether to help this nobleman's son who seemed to be a waste of wood to seize power, but first he had to confirm this guy's determination, if this guy still looked like he was cowardly when it came to a pinch, it would be uncomfortable.

Although determination does not mean that he will not shrink at the critical moment, it can always make Baihe a little more confident.

If it is for the sake of power, it is also acceptable, and a little guidance from a crazy person can induce infinite spiritual power, and Shirakawa is happy to see it.

However, in Bai He's observation at the moment, Jonk Valage's state was very special, his expression and tone looked crazy and hysterical, but in the depths of his eyes, there seemed to be something deeper hidden, and a strange sense of firmness was projected from it, which made Bai He frown slightly, feeling that the source of this determination was not so simple.

What's going on, is there something else going on, or is it a momentary passion?

Bai He touched his chin and groaned, he himself was not afraid, anyway, if things were done badly, he would throw this kid off the top cylinder, and he would run away as soon as he threw the dice, except that his face might be black.

This kid is determined to look like that, but what about enlightenment?

He had a mocking expression on his face: "Mr. Jonk, then tell me, how can I help you? In this situation, you obviously need a little determination, otherwise things will soon get bigger." ”

"Determination...... Resolution...... Resolution. His expression suddenly became hideous, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Go and kill that bitch as soon as possible, kill him, I am still the young master of Ice Rainbow City." ”

"How to kill?" Shirakawa asked.

"He knew the secret door and sentry of the bitch's mansion. Jonke pointed to the old butler who was about to die of the wind, Bai He frowned slightly, and quickly activated the false life spell on the ring, this old man who was dying and was about to hang up got a mouthful of life, as if the strong pill entered the body, and the wind was immediately cured without medicine, and the dragon spirit tiger violently raised his gun and got on the horse, screaming and screaming, he was about to fight with the samurai who was about to hang up under him for five hundred rounds.

Shirakawa put the old man down with a stun spell, and then stopped the spell after all the people who had been tricked had lost their strength.

Jonk Varech gritted his teeth, picked up the short knife and stabbed the nearest samurai fiercely, the dazzling red blood splattered out, Bai He frowned at the smell of rust in the blood, and waited for Jonk to come out with two buckets of water to wake up Steward Leonard, Bai He stopped him with a smile.

"Wait a minute, although the time is urgent, I still want to ask, after killing your stepmother, what are you going to do when your father comes back?"

Jonk Valage's expression froze suddenly, and then showed a fierce and painful look.

"Your father is back, and when he sees that you killed his wife and covets his power, what will happen to him? or what are you going to do?" asked Shirakawa with a smile.

Jonk Varech opened his eyes, and the bloodshot in his eyeballs became even more hideous.

I—I'm going to get down on my knees and beg for his forgiveness, that old bitch just seduced him, and I'm still his only son.

He looked at Bai He's face, and this heartfelt sentence was held in his stomach.

Jonker breathed heavily, as if reading his own childishness from Shirakawa's mocking gaze.

Temptation? What are you kidding? Don't lie to yourself! Jonk Valek! You have been abandoned by your father! Everything is already obvious! Even without you, or even without a son, your father will find a suitable heir among the rest of his family! How can a person who loves fame like him tolerate a stain on his family's reputation?

You killed the woman he loved and the child he thought was about to be born, and you expected him to forgive you? Are you a three-year-old, or are you a dreamer?

That's the only way...... Only that, only that...... That's the only way......

Anyway, didn't my grandfather take the inheritance from his brother in the same way? In the hundreds of years of the history of the principality, this kind of thing has been endless, and it is commonplace for the nobility, what is this?

I can't lose my title, I can't lose my title, I can't lose, I can't lose......

As long as he helped, Jonker stared closely at Bai He, who had already begun to yawn, and the white dragon brought his head close to Sif's chest, and the corners of his mouth that were slightly pursed seemed to begin to be impatient.

Jonk Valage's breathing became even more rapid, and he raised a pair of blood-colored eyes.

At this moment, the memories of childhood in my mind flew through my mind like lightning.

He still remembered how he had grown up, how that majestic body had allowed him to thrive in his frail and sickly body, and even went to great lengths to send him to the wizarding academy of the Northland Alliance with a large bribe, but it was only his cowardice and cowardice that disappointed him.

He clutched his head and groaned in pain, two lines of tears streaming down his cheeks.

Bailong 'tsk' turned around and left, he didn't bother to say more, guiding father and son to kill each other, this kind of thing he still felt a little tasteless when he thought about it, if this waste wood boy really got out, he didn't mind participating in a wave of rotten feudal nobles' heavy court drama, whether he had him or not, the ending of this play would not be much better.

But seeing that this kid looked like he was about to repent, Bai He also felt that there was no need to be verbose, he coughed, and the elf maid picked him up, the height of the humanoid white dragon was slightly embarrassing, so he just asked the maid to help him make up for it, but he found that it was not impossible to save himself walking, the special mechanism of the Transfiguration technique compressed most of his weight in the form of magic, and at this time his body was light, and a princess of Sifu easily held up his body.

Shirakawa yawned and instructed Seve to walk out from the crowd of faggets on the ground, but at that moment he heard the sound of water splashing behind him, and he turned back in shock, only to see Jonk Varech with a fierce face grabbing the butler who had been splashed with cold water and woke up from his coma.

The butler opened his eyes, and the weakness and dying fatigue in his body made him moan twice, but before he could open them all, a crazy and twisted face appeared in front of his eyes: "Say! Tell it! Damn it! Where's that bitch?"

Jonk Varech had a mouthful of blood in his mouth—the corners of his mouth had been bitten by himself in a fit of rage.

He shook the neck of Lernard's butler frantically with one hand, and slapped the old man left and right with the other, a sickly flush appeared on his cheeks, and his voice was mixed with chilling laughter: "Hehehehe, I have to kill her today! You don't say it? You don't say it! Okay, then I change my mind, I won't kill her! I castrate you, and then kill all your brothers, wives, children, and kill all the old people, children, and women in your family, and I will break all difficulties to repay your silence, you say?" No, I won't kill you, hahahahaha! I'll let you live alone in this world and enjoy endless desolation, I swear to Your Majesty Schuna!

"Crazy...... Crazy!" The old butler squinted his blood-sprayed eyes, groaned and spit out a tone of fear, and spit out two teeth along the way, and Bai He, who was not far away, was also dumbfounded.

He didn't need to hesitate now, this grandson was really crazy.

"I know the way, I can go now. A moment later, Jonker pulled out a teleportation scroll from the old butler's body.

He took a deep look at the Sumire Garden outside the manor, gritted his teeth and turned to Bai He and nodded.