"What kind of evidence is this", Tarrant sneered, it was just an encyclopedia, "Every mage in the institute has such a book on their shelves, are they all committing crimes?"

"It's not normal to be here, he must be looking for one of them," the pastor said as she flipped through the catalogue for the evidence she was looking for.

Tarrant looked around the room, this was just a study, there were no conditions for doing realization, where was the test item that the apprentice said? Just by looking at the recipe, you can know what the ancient wizard is studying, "Let's go to the other rooms and have a look." ”

"Look here", Kira Witton grabbed him, the open pages were torn off, three missing, "Guess what?"

The front and back pages are worn out more tightly zhòng indicates that the master usually flips through them, and the back page of the missing page is the poison sap tree, which is something similar, Tarrant is not interested, "What is it?" He stuffed the apprentice's diary into the spirit pattern bag, there were other clues inside, he wanted to take it back and analyze it carefully.

"Snake apricot, paralyzing pollen. ”

Tarrant looked at the priest, "What can it mean? Falcon has this, every assassin will have it, would it be strange if a mage used it for self-defense?"

"And here", Kira Veton flipped to another page, also torn out several sheets, "Mushroom." ”

Tsuitake mushrooms, rare brightly colored mushrooms, can cause hallucinations and mental distress when eaten, Tarrant waved his hand, maybe there is some connection, but it does not form absolute evidence, "This does not excuse your teammates", the whole book flies towards Tarrant, Tarrant dodges with agility, "It's all imagination, your life is as erosive as a pig in a pigsty." ”

"Stupid pig! All these circumstantial evidence together is ironclad evidence!"

"No matter how many zeros are together, they are zero, never one", Tarrant walked out the door, and found that the meaning of the real room was much heavier.

"you......" Kira Veton paused, and as Tarrant turned back, she suddenly chanted a spell.

Tarrant subconsciously entered the battle posture, and no target was found nearby, and his fingertips trembled suddenly, the sense of strength was draining, and the battle halberd became extremely heavy, and he realized the problem that Kiraviton had discovered, snake apricot pollen! The instrument that fell to the ground must have contained snake apricot powder, and they floated in the room with the air current, Tarrant sat down slowly with his back against the wooden door, the halberd rolled down to his feet, he pulled out the spirit pattern bag, and there was still a chance to use the sobering potion before he was completely paralyzed, his fingers were already unconscious, he groped desperately, and suddenly remembered that his potion was destroyed in the rainstorm!

The blue energy ball flew out of the priest's hand and melted on the stone guard, a powerful sedative effect worked in the body, slowing down the poison technique, Tarrant breathed sharply, the effect of the snake apricot slowly weakened, he looked at the priest, she was lying on the desk and staring at the ceiling weakly, "Kira Veton, how are you?"

"It would be better if you weren't in my case," the priest said, turning her head as if she had only memorized one poison slowing technique.

The magic temporarily dispelled the paralysis, and Tarrant hurriedly stood up and hurried to the priest, "I said it would be better tomorrow," she lay on her desk more like she was enjoying herself on a soft mattress.

"Hug me, paladin", the priest's lips curled, his body spread generously.

Embarrassed, Tarrant hesitated, as if it had been arranged by the priest, he hesitated, the skeletons at the door "snapped" and scattered to the ground, the summoning time was over, they had been in the room for about 20 minutes, in case the owner of the house came back, they would have more trouble, and they couldn't take the risk, Tarrant picked up the priest, raised his foot and hooked his halberd under his armpit and ran downstairs, "We're in big trouble, someone will see us go out from here." ”

"So what?"

Chillaveton's phoenix incense gathered in Tarrant's arms as he rushed into the kitchen, "We'll take the blame for your teammates!" he threw the halberd out of the window and leaned the priest against the windowsill, "Why am I here with you? ”

"Hahaha, you're admitting that there's something in me that you can't resist," the priest smiled, his chest rising and falling faster, the toxin acting on her nerves.

Tarrant climbed out of the ledge and caught Kira Vetton, "Where do your teammates live?"

"White Mist Zone", the priest's head leaned against Tarrant's arms with gravity, and followed Tarrant's run and collided with the armor slightly, she was completely paralyzed.

Tarrant originally thought that this was just another act of Kira Veton's acting, but only now was he a little flustered, "Okay, White Mist Zone", he could only take it home, "Hold on!"

She could not be taken to the temple or the church, and the pastor of the church would think of them when the murder appeared in the newspaper the next day, and Tarrant would run through the streets, lest the cottage and the two of them appear in the sight of a passer-by at the same time.

A carriage stopped at the corner of the street, the coachman was lying on his horseback and smoking a cigarette, Tarrant flashed past him, "White Fog Zone", the carriage trembled heavily, and the priest was thrown in the car.

"My lord, I don't open at night," the driver puffed at ease.

"Two gold coins. ”

"I'm not in business, I'm a principled coachman, please respect me", the coachman inhaled sharply, soothingly exhaling a smoke ring.

"Three!" Tarrant's fingers twitched, the magic was almost over, and he grabbed the handlebars and slipped into the car.

"Well, it seems you're in a hurry," the coachman laughed wisely, "and it's a good night!"

The horse's hooves ran up on the stone slabs, "My lord, where is the white fog area?"

"Residential area", Tarrant was already slumped in his seat.

The silent street is very suitable for wild running, the buildings outside the window are rapidly reversing, the car runs through a pothole and causes violent vibrations in the carriage, the priest's body slowly slumps and finally rolls on Tarrant, the two look at each other but can't dodge, the coachman looks back at the passion in the carriage, "Oh! I'm sorry, you continue", he hummed a little song and raised his whip, "Drive!" The misunderstanding embarrassed Tarrant even more, he turned out the window in embarrassment, unable to exert his strength.

When the carriage stopped in the white fog area, the lights in the house had all been extinguished, "My lord, it's here", the coachman jumped out of the front seat and opened the door, "You ......" he turned around, "Your Excellency, it's already here." ”

"Okay...... Tarrant moved his arm, slightly better, "to help this lady in the door." ”

The coachman's gaze swept over Kira Veton, "Me?" This kind of request had never been seen before, for he was afraid of misunderstanding the meaning of the adult, the rich generally could not tolerate the touch of the inferior, and the rich woman could not touch it.

"Help her in", Tarrant suddenly found that he had overlooked one more thing when he reached into the spirit pattern bag, the stone guard, his brain was numb after resting for a month, "I'll do it anyway", he activated the blue energy.

The coachman tugged at his belt, glad he hadn't touched the woman, "three gold coins," he grinned and spread his hands.

Tarrant picked up Kira Veton and walked into the garden after throwing the expensive pay to the coachman, "Stewart!"

No sound.

"Stewart!" he knocked on the door.

There was a flickering fire in the window, "Tarrant, have you even lost the key to your house?"

"It's inconvenient," Tarrant pressed his shoulders to hold the weight, "Open the door." ”

The door opened, and Stewart lifted the light and looked at the two, "Tarrant,...... "He saw Tarrant carrying a woman in for the first time, "Katrina ......"

"No, this is my friend, go get the sobriety potion, she's poisoned", Tarrant rushed into the hall, leaving the priest on the couch.

The old butler locked the door and walked to the utility room.

"The house is spacious," Kiraweton tilted his head, his gaze sweeping around.

"I'll prepare a room for you," Tarrant shouted to the utility room, "I hope there's leftovers." ”

"Of course," the butler took out the sobering potion and put it on the table, "I'll prepare it right away." ”

"Stewart," Kira Verton suddenly spoke, "a glass of dragon wine." ”

The butler turned and looked at the priest strangely, as if he didn't understand how she could know her name, and after a pause of two seconds, he nodded sluggishly, "Yes, miss." ”

Tarrant leaned back on the couch, thinking about what had just happened, hoping that no one would see the two of them come out of the hut, he patted his forehead, it was too reckless, he had intended to stop her but became an accomplice, he raised his hand to touch the newspaper on the table, and one of the words on the first page made him sit up excitedly: Wensley.