The Grand Master squatted on the edge of the campfire, rinsed his mouth several times, and then lazily roasted the fire, looked at the blue sky with sparse shadows, sighed melancholy, and then raised the black giant sword, frowned and asked his weapon: "Little Black, if Ferdinand really destroyed my regiment, should I settle accounts with him?" He seems to be a shrewd man, but it is not easy to deal with, if I find trouble with Ferdinand, my boss will deduct my salary, without salary you can't buy a house in the capital, you can't fall in love without a house, and if you don't have a wife, you can only go to adultery and plunder." Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info But I also want to be loved by women, and I also want to say goodbye to the sad lonely life, Xiao Hei, Xiao Hei, what do you say I should do. ”

The black cross-sword reflected a deep glow in the sunlight and did not speak, as a matter of course.

"Damn, pretend to be deep with me every day. The old rule is to seek revenge on the front, and save money to buy a house in Brandenburg on the other side. When the Grand Master got angry, he stood up, stood up with his greatsword on the ground, and rubbed the hilt of his sword, and the black sword swirled like a drill, and then lost its balance and fell with a thud, the spine of the sword facing upwards in the Teutonian cross.

The Grand Master held his chin and was silent for a while, stared at the black sword and said: "Xiao Hei, you are drunk, although I also want to get rid of the mid-life crisis as soon as possible, hurry up to make a down payment, and go fishing for a noble wife, but I always have dead brothers in my heart, even if I have sex, I will be distracted, that kind of marriage will not be happy, and my wife will run away with others." Think about it, Blackie. ”

He picked up the black sword, rubbed it on the hilt, let go, and watched the greatsword fall with a bang.

Tails up.

"That's your fault, you made it by Blacksmith Wood, Blacksmith Wood died at someone else's hands, you're embarrassed to spend the day? I'll give you another chance. The Grand Master seriously criticized Xiao Hei, picked it up, and turned it around again.

The black sword fell, finally facing upwards, the skull on the spine of the sword staring at the sky in black pitch.

The Grand Master shrugged his shoulders and said, "Face up!, are you trying to get me to kill Ferdinand?" Maybe you're right, although killing Ferdinand will anger the Brandenburg command, but ...... But you did it, right? When the time comes, you have to be brave enough to admit that the military department will be held accountable. Hey, I'll give you a lease this time, and I'll assess Ferdinand's security strength first. Anyway, I'm not going to pamper you every time!

Xiao Hei lay on the ground, silent.

The Grand Master wrote a diary for a while, lay down and took a nap, got up to drink water, and added firewood to the campfire, before touching his stomach and muttering, "I'm hungry." ”

Oppenheimer trekked for an hour, stumbled for more than ten kilometers, and vaguely saw the shadow of the Wiener wall, and was moved to tears, thinking that he could finally go back to prison. He was leaning against the pine tree, and was bending over to gasp, when suddenly a strong wind blew, and Oppenheimer's hair was spilled all over his face, and then he looked up and saw the Grand Master standing before him with a skinning knife, and asked him:

"You're a man! You don't know how to get back from a walk? Are you lost?"

Oppenheimer's heart was broken, his mind went blank, and he nodded stupidly. "Hmm".

Then he remembered that the trek of ten kilometers might take him an hour, but ten kilometers might take only a few minutes for St. Peter.

That's why St. Peter let him run away, not even bothering to chase him, or even bothering to put a rope on him.

Because being able to run away is also one of Oppenheimer's advantages, because of the relief of boredom.

"I'm hungry, don't move. The Grand Master stroked Oppenheimer's head, then bent down, pinched Oppenheimer's fat thigh, and scraped off a piece of tendon flesh with pleasure.

Oppenheimer wept bitterly. Because the wound is healing at a speed that is visible to the naked eye. Moreover, the Grand Master scraped a different place every time, and as long as Oppenheimer concentrated on raising his fat, it was basically inexhaustible.

"You, you liar......" Oppenheimer cried, "you say, you say I can't live without it...... You say that I am the meaning of your life...... You, you know how to eat me......"

"Silly boy," St. Peter patted Oppenheimer's tearful face while carrying a piece of bright red tendon meat, "for the past fourteen years, you have been the driving force that has supported me to live." I swore that when I found my brother's killer, I would skin him and eat his flesh and bones. But I found that it is easy to love for 14 years, but it is difficult to hate for 14 years, because love is a spontaneous impulse, and hate needs to be constantly spurred on. When I was about to lose myself in the years, I heard the news of the verdict and was ecstatic to think that my resentment had finally been answered, and my loneliness had finally come to an end. Of course, you are the meaning of my life, because for 14 years, I have fought loneliness with resentment, my soul is condensed by eating hatred, and my body lives by eating you, isn't it a neat metaphor. So I'm not going to let you die, be obedient, come back after a short walk, and leave that roast rabbit for you to eat. ”

The Grand Master was deranged and gentle for a while, and the figure flickered, and the person disappeared again, probably rushing back to roast and eat before the camp fire was extinguished.

Oppenheimer clutched his healed wound and slammed his head against the pine tree in desperation.

Bump it and heal once. Bump it and heal once. The elixir is like an eternal curse, sealing him in endless reincarnation.

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News of St. Peter's abduction of Oppenheimer from prison spread.

The cellar was opened, and a knight rushed in to report that Oppenheimer had been robbed.

Frederick shrugged his shoulders and looked at the dumbfounded agent, and spread his hands indifferently: "I told you, after the public trial, Oppenheimer is a dead man, and no matter how much he commutes his sentence, it is useless." Why don't you believe it?"

The spy stared at the calm Earl in horror, and suddenly felt that this man was inferior to a beast, and it was extremely terrifying. (To be continued.) )