The guild people looked at her, their eyes were attracted, and they saw that the young woman in front of her was dressed in a big red plain dress, with a hairpin made of black fir wood on her head, and there was no fat powder on her face. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

"What have you done with the proverb?" Chang Tian raised his eyebrows angrily, his hands clenched into fists, and he said sternly, "I advise you not to perfunctory me! My fists will not show mercy to women, you have to think clearly!"

"If you want your friend back, you have to go with me! It's not a request, it's a request!" she crossed her waist and raised the corners of her mouth, her every move exuded a woman's fragrance, and there was an indescribable dark fragrance, quiet and quiet.

"Where are you going?" Chang Tian didn't expect that the extremely ordinary-looking woman in front of him would have such a careful mind, and she was a little passive.

"You don't have to know that. She still looks confident.

"Okay!" Changtian knew better than anyone else that a woman who could be good at disguise could not only copy a person's appearance, but even the attributes of her magic power could be completely simulated, plus he himself knew nothing about many unknown magic, and there was no way to deal with it, and the current plan was to confirm the safety of Yanhuo.

Alan always felt very uneasy about the part of his eyebrows, and hurriedly leaned up and bluntly said that he would also follow, but was rejected by the woman with a cold smile.

Along the way, I passed through several slum streets in Mozazhen District, and along the Kansina Avenue on the bank of the Jingjiang River, which is full of elm trees and people coming and going, I don't know how long I walked. Shops lined the streets, and the carriages were decorated with no extravagant brocades, no bells made of pure gold, no elaborate carvings, and no excessive equipment, most of which had a gilt cross at the tip of the roof, indicating that these were church carriages.

Generally speaking, commoners can't afford to hire expensive pastors for the church. The 17-kilometre-long Cansina Avenue is an important hub connecting Mozazhen and Swadia, and the 10-mile radius around this line is collectively known as one of the most prosperous commercial circles in Solvaza. Half of this strange circle is located in the poorest slums in Mozazhen and the other half in the richest aristocratic castle district in Swadia, and the scenery seems to be very different, but the flowing economic cycle is unusually stable.

When passing by a circular open space, Changtian suddenly paused, and always felt that it was very familiar but couldn't remember: "...... here"

The black-haired woman was a little shocked and said, "Don't you know that this is the execution table?"

The dark term pierced deep into his heart, and at the same time forced him to wonder who had been executed here, and why was I so disturbed?

Seeing his strange expression, she said lightly, "This was once the execution ground of the notorious witch Britney, and it is also the place where she is laid to rest. ”

Britney? Who is she? Changtian heard this name for the first time, for him who had lived in the backyard of the aristocracy since he was a child, the things about that era had been blurred, and I don't know if he really forgot it, or if he was driven by some mysterious magic.

Ever since he was sensible, he knew that he was alone, forced to do all kinds of coolies in the backyard of a nobleman, and with him was an old man who was over seventy years old and chopping wood. The white-haired, kind-eyed old man could be said to be the only person he was closest to at that time, and although there was no blood relationship between them, the relationship was as close as a grandson to a father and son. Maybe he was sensible early, he rarely asked the old man who his parents were, and often stared at the sky in a daze.

However, the good times did not last long, and the elderly grandfather was no longer qualified for the job of cutting wood, and was forced to resign. He had no choice but to live with his grandfather in the forest northwest of Swadia District, which was a lush primeval forest, with few people, after all, it was separated from Svadia by an abyss twenty meters deep. That is to say, he worked hard for the nobles from birth until he was eight years old, and then at the age of nine, he stayed away from the disturbances of the world and went northwest to pick hazelnuts.

He still remembered his grandfather's nickname Hazelnut, which he loved to call him, and when he thought of this, he couldn't help but feel a hot current in his heart.

In the middle of the lonely execution square, there were two pillars five meters apart. The blackened pillar was topped by a beam made of iron alloy, half of which was inlaid with a rusty iron ring, and under the ring hung a worn, bloodstained rope that ended in a circle the size of a man's head and neck. The most striking thing is that behind the rope swaying in the wind, there is a tall cross that has been burned by the fire to the shape of melting ice cream, as if it has some kind of magical power, and anyone who stares at this strange cross for more than ten seconds will see a raging fire appear out of thin air.

It is like some kind of curse that has lasted for more than ten years, through this raging fire that I don't know whether it is an illusion or an illusion, some people see the undead of hell struggling in pain and roaring in the fire, some people see the old man and child being swallowed alive by the merciless sea of fire, and the tragic situation at the time of death is vivid, and some people are more likely to see a dragon shadow with a transparent body like a snowflake and a fierce eye like a tiger spreading its wings of death in the flames, releasing the pain that burns people's hearts.

However, what he saw in the long sky was ...... A woman with a disheveled head and closed eyes was confined to a cross, her expressionless face looking so unreal under the deep shadow of her hair! A faint sadness gently pinched his pounding left ventricle like an invisible hand.

"Are you alright? What did you see......

"It's fine!"

Chang Tian stood aside, staring blankly at the empty execution table square, unaware that his actions had offended the woman next to him whose pupils had changed from dark to shallow.

She seemed to be accustomed to the man's distracting gaze, so she just glared at him coldly, then turned away, very unhappy, and said coldly: "My name is Kareda Beova, you can call me Kareda just knight!"

"Oh, just knight?" he wanted to laugh, was it a just knight's practice to coerce people into going to an unknown destination?

"Don't think I don't know what you're thinking, noble prince. Kareda's fierce eyes flashed, and a golden light shot out, like lightning shuttling, directly hitting the depths of Changtian's eye pupils, "Among the many princes, not to mention your ability, just with your illegitimate background, it is not enough for you to have a solid foundation in this fierce battle for the throne......"

Changtian suddenly realized, his eyes were cold, and he snorted: "You tied up the proverbial fire just to let me join your forces?"