Sandru pushed away the female corpse, pulled out a large cloth from underneath to pad the corpse, shook the dust on it a few times and threw it to Asa, saying, "This dress is worth your work for another half a year." ”

When I took it, I saw that it was a very old cloak. "Half a year? If you don't become a bandit, it's really a loss for the bandit community on the whole continent. Asa shook his head. Look at this thick, smelly, heavy, dusty cloth. It was full of traces of blood and other liquids that had been frozen for an unknown amount of time and had merged with the material of the cloth.

Sandru's eyes puffed out and he said, "This is a treasure I collected when I was young, and it is very memorable." ”

There was a sudden knock on the door of the big house.

The rhythmic three knocks on the door show the cultivation and bearing of the knocker. The tone is not light or heavy, just enough for the people inside to hear, and there is no disturbing taste at all. Even if the owner is sensitive and in a bad mood, he will never feel abrupt about such a visit.

If you can walk here, you must know what kind of place it is. And with a room full of corpses, and an old man who was fiddling with corpses, and a cripple who was helping to fiddle with corpses, who would knock on the door with such grace as if visiting a noble hermit?

Sandru also wanted to see who was polite and went to open the door himself. Asa hurriedly put on his mask.

The door opened, and a very gracious middle-aged gentleman stood outside.

A middle-aged man with a happy life has a slightly blessed figure, a very gorgeous and good-looking sword with a very gorgeous and beautiful sword in his waist, which seems to be more like an ornament, a dress that suits him well, a top hat, a neatly trimmed beard, squinted eyes, and a gentle and polite smile. This is indeed a gentleman who knocks politely at any door.

The gentleman owed, and bowed to Sandru very graciously, and asked, "Are you old Mr. Sandru?"

"Yes. I am. Sandru replied as if he was afraid that someone would suddenly come out and compete with him for the title.

"I'm Duke Mrak. "This chubby, amiable gentleman introduces himself. "Can you let me in? I'm here to find somebody. ”

"Yes, you can, please come in, please come in. Like a hospitable host, Sandru was very warm, and made a generous gesture to invite the Duke into the big house, and then pointed to the room full of corpses and organs. "There are a lot of people here, I don't know which one the Duke is looking for?"

"I'm looking for him. The Duke's smiling eyes had been falling on Asa who had just placed the corpse cloth on his body from the moment he entered the door. Holding his hands slowly, he walked slowly towards Asa.

Asa took a step back.

He didn't know why he was taking a step back. This very polite and personable gentleman was very attractive, and when he heard that he was the Duke, he had the urge to go up and explain and inquire about him. But for some reason, as soon as he saw the Duke walking towards him, he unconsciously took a step back.

But he only took a step back and didn't move. The Duke slowly walked up to him, and he looked at the Duke, who was half a head shorter than himself, and realized that he was not pretending to be hunchbacked, nor was he pretending to be lame.

He should have pretended, and in the past two months, he has developed the habit of automatically bending over and lame in front of people. It was only from the moment his eyes met that all his attention was drawn to him, and he completely forgot to maintain the posture of his body.

Wrong. Asa immediately felt that it was not that he had forgotten to maintain his body posture, but that his body itself had unconsciously transformed into a posture of full vigilance. He was like a beast that smelled danger, and the muscles of his whole body entered a state of high sensitivity that was about to erupt.

His spirit also entered the same empty state that he had been practicing meditation for the past two months. Every tiny throbbing of the body's muscles is under its control, and every trace of air around the skin can be felt. He could even feel that the magic power and spirit were constantly condensing and circulating in his body, and they could burst out at any time.

He only took a step back just now, not that he didn't feel the need to retreat, but that he couldn't retreat.

Retreat is the boundary. The boundaries of the beast chasing its prey.

At the slightest move, the amiable-looking duke would kill him with the swiftness of a leopard and the fierceness of a lion.

The Duke's eyes seemed to pierce Asa's eyes, and then to every detail of his body, taking in everything he had.

A smile tugged at the corner of the Duke's mouth. There are some praises, some regrets, and some mockery. He said calmly: "This young man saved my little daughter from a few bad guys last night. I know he saved my eldest daughter two months ago, and I really want to thank him. But ....." the duke's right hand was taken out from behind his back. It seemed to be just a casual movement, his hand resting on his belt, and next to it was the sword that was so gorgeous that it bordered on vulgarity.

Asa couldn't hear what the Duke was saying. All his spirit was in the duke's right hand and the sword beside him.

There was no basis for it, but he did know that even if there was only a piece of charcoal in the ornate sword shell, the moment the hand next to him pulled it out could swing himself like a crispy radish in two.

Asa's physical strength and magic power have all converged, concentrated, and mixed spirit and fighting spirit into a point that is about to explode. Even if there was only a 1 in 10,000 chance, he had to burst out with all his power before his head flew up.

He had the illusion that he was still being hunted in the lizard swamp, and that the hunt had come to an end, and that he had no way out. That beastly fighting spirit and madness were completely revived in the heart.

Asa didn't move, his mood was even calm, completely immersed in the emptiness of meditation, but he could feel the wolf in the deepest part of his soul howling with its sharp canine teeth.

Are you going to kill me? Come on, come on, try to see if I can kill me.

The smile on the duke's lips widened wider, and the mockery in the approving was more sufficient. The white, well-trimmed hand had slid onto the hilt.

"Oh, the hero saves the beauty, so heroic. Sandru suddenly said in a strange voice. I don't know when he stood behind the duke, still playing with a few dead man's teeth in his hands. This is his old habit, when he has nothing to do, he always has to pinch a few dead people's things in his hands.

Asa saw that the duke's hand suddenly tightened, and the few green tendons on it also looked hideous, but he could feel that it was not killing intent, but nervousness. The rhythm of the Duke's breathing suddenly became chaotic, and the gaze that had been locked on him also dizzled, and the sense of urgency disappeared. Asa could even tell that there was horror in the duke's eyes. It was as if a hunter who had been fully prepared to assassinate a beast of prey was about to get up when someone suddenly stuffed a large block of ice into his crotch.

Several teeth made a Caracalla sound in Sandru's hands. Sandru's hands are old. Many wrinkles, also very white, so white that not even a single trace of blood vessels and hairs could be seen, a kind of white whiter than the face of a dead man. Even the sound of the teeth striking each other in his hands had this ominous paleness.

The expression on the duke's face did not change in the slightest. But it wasn't a smile anymore, not even an expression, it was just a frozen face from the previous moment. The muscles of the face are still the same, but there is no emotion anymore, like a mechanical demonstration of what a 'smiley' is.

The focus of the duke's eyes was still on Asa's face. But Asa could feel that he was not looking at himself, but at Sandru, who was standing behind him, but he couldn't see at all. Look intently. It's like looking at the Duke just now.

Now not only can he take a step back, even if he dances, the Duke will not react in the slightest. Asa felt like he had suddenly become a bystander.

Asa didn't move, the Duke didn't move, and Sandru continued to play with his teeth like a stone carving. The whole hall seemed to freeze, and even time could not pass any longer, except for a few teeth striking each other, making a sound that knew they were dead at the first sight.

As if a century had passed, the Duke let out a long sigh and came back to life, and a gentle smile resurfaced on his face.

Caracalla's voice also died down, and Sandru stopped his tooth-tugging hand and staggered to the front of the duke.

The Duke's gaze returned to Asa's face, and there was no discomfort in it, and he asked, "Who is this young man from the old gentleman?"

"It's my assistant. Sandru dropped his teeth on the stone table.

"Just an assistant?" the duke's brow furrowed slightly, and the smile on his face did not change in the slightest. "But... I suspect that this assistant of yours has a lot to do with something very important, and I want to bring him back...."

"No, I can't. Sandru politely refused. "He's gone, who's going to help me? ”

The Duke sighed, smiled not without regret, and said, "Then I'm sorry I disturbed. He bowed to Sandru and turned and walked out of the room, not forgetting to close the door again.

Asa's gaze swept over the table, and he noticed a strange change in the dead man's teeth that Sandru had just put down. That's not what teeth should be. Teeth are not ice, not iron, not mud, certainly not soft, and certainly not dissolve. But these few little things, which were still rattling just a moment ago, were slowly becoming softer like maltose chewed in the mouth, pulled and deformed by their own weight, and gradually melting into a small pool of strange liquid. The liquid then quickly vanished, leaving only a few fist-sized holes in the granite tabletop.

Asa looked the old man in front of him from head to toe again like an egg that had just eaten a man, nodded and said, "Thank you for saving me." ”

"Of course I want to save you. Sandru seemed strange that he would ask this natural question. "You still owe me four years of work. ”

Duke Mrak, who walked out of the big house, took off his top hat and took out his handkerchief, and wiped the sweat from his forehead. Pegasus rushed back to the Duke's Palace.

Clauis was waiting for him in the study, and he already knew from Chris where the Duke had gone, and he could probably guess what was going on.

He was about to open his mouth to ask, but the Duke said to him, "Go back to the Holy Knights, and bring all your small team with you, and be fully equipped." ”

"Huh?" Clauis heard, but didn't understand. The Paladins are the elite of the elite in the armies of the entire Empire. His small group of more than forty people once wiped out a group of nearly 1,000 infidels who planned to occupy a city.

The duke did not explain, but further ordered: "Remember, don't be ostentatious. And move fast. ”

In the big house, Asa put on the cloak that Sandru had just given him, and reverted back to the cripple with the hunchback. He was to slip out of the city as soon as possible and leave the royal capital.

The duke said just now, knowing that he saved his daughter, then the reason why the duke wanted to kill him would definitely not be because of some misunderstanding.

Asa didn't know what the reason was, he only knew that since a duke wanted to kill himself in every possible way, the only way was to flee desperately. And he didn't want to involve anyone. He could see that Sandru was actually very powerful, but he also knew that no matter how powerful a person was, there was a limit. The Duke can mobilize hundreds of royal guards to arrest him here, and if a few don't work, a few thousand, or even dispatch the Holy Knights.

He bowed to Sandru: "Thank you for letting me hide here for these two months." ”

Sandru stared at him and said, "You don't want to run, do you? You owe me four years of work." ”

Asa shrugged his shoulders and said helplessly: "I will definitely thank you when I get rich in the future, and if I stay here now, I will cause you trouble." ”

Sandru shook his head and said, "As soon as you run, trouble will always be trouble." And leave some for me. People don't be afraid of trouble, solve the trouble, then there will be no trouble."

Asa smiled wryly and walked to the door. If he doesn't run, then he won't be able to get into trouble in the future. Just as he was about to open the door, he suddenly heard the sound of horses' hooves coming from far and near.

Assa's face changed, and he turned around and threw himself towards the window, but Sandru raised his hand and waved, saying, "Don't panic, the person who solved the trouble is here." ”