After the end of the "polemic" that could be doomed if one mistake was not careful, everyone returned to the side room of the hall. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 However, except for Dilledo, who was still very excited about the previous argument, the expressions of the others were very serious.

"I say, why do you all have a black face, we have won a beautiful battle of words!" Diredo pouted when he saw that he had no one to respond to his three or two cheers.

"What do you mean by winning a war of words? When did I come out to quarrel and taste defeat? But the idiot is right. Liadlin stroked his beard solemnly.

"Hey!" Deledo shouted.

Riadlin continued, unhealed, "While the villagers are still skeptical of the Seasonal Disease and the Elven Treasure, we have turned the expectations of many people into disappointment, and some have sided entirely against the old fox. The peregrine falcons probably won't have it so easy to get the leadership of the nightingale. ”

"But I don't think it's over yet. I asked Aura to identify the guy who wanted to assassinate you, but now it looks like he's out of the village. Cirreth rubbed her forehead.

"I didn't even notice when Drogris had a 'nail' in the village. He'll know right away what we're going to do, and I'm worried he'll use some more brains to put pressure on the village. ”

"When he comes, I'll kill him!"

Hawke slammed the table, and everyone's eyes were drawn to his frizzy behavior.

Siris couldn't help but reach out to rub Hawke's hair at Hawke's eager fangs and claws, but as soon as she lifted her arm, Hawke took a step back with her neck tilted. At that moment, everyone noticed that Hawke, who was standing upright, was a cut above Syrris. It's no wonder that this little bastard is so resistant to his sister's love.

"Uh, Riadlin, do you have any suggestions for the next step?" asked Hawke.

In my opinion, winning a game is not really a turnaround, and if we can't come up with something practical, we are very likely to lose the fruits of our hands. Unfortunately, I'm only good at arguing. He is the one you should ask. ”

Riadlin pointed at Rillech and said, "Playing chess is a little wizard's forte. ”

Everyone's eyes then turned to Rirez.

"The little wizard devised a series of schemes for Talo when he was only fourteen years old, and if Talo had taken the little wizard's opinion seriously and had been wary of Drogris earlier, it would have been a different situation now...... But who would take a fourteen-year-old's words seriously? Riadlin couldn't help but sigh as she said this.

The atmosphere in the room fell into a slump for a moment, but Lirezi, who had been closing his eyes a moment ago, slowly opened his eyes.

"I want a cauldron. ”

Rillez said, looking at Silris. His hoarse voice made the room frown, and Cross, who was standing beside Rurizi, turned his head away in unbearable terms.

"I want a cauldron. ”

Rillezie repeated the previous sentence, and this time, he seemed to be trying to make his words a little clearer, but unfortunately, to the ears of everyone, what he had just said was almost indistinguishable from the previous one.

Perhaps utterly desperate for his voice, Rirexzi closed his eyes in disgust. Just as everyone looked at each other, Cross, who was originally a little lost, looked at the wizard with a look of surprise.

"Ground dragon root, maple fruit, ......" Cross's mouth suddenly announced the names of a string of herbs.

"Lirezzi is willing to talk again after a full day of silence?" Kross thought. No, he was just worried that he had mispronounced the names of these herbs because of his inaccurate pronunciation......

At the same moment, the assassin who attacked Riadlin was passing through a garden full of carvings and a meandering waterway. He hurried along the sparkling waterway until he came to a white building that looked like a palace.

After showing the token in his arms to the guards guarding the building, the assassin stepped into the "palace" with a smooth floor. The walls of the "palace" are also covered with colorful tapestries, which are full of whimsical motifs, such as sultry butterfly wings and wings, striving to show off round, soft female limbs, and each flower on the tapestry turns its petals outwards and spits out stamens.

The assassin was completely oblivious to the objects on the wall, and he climbed the stairs to the top floor of the building. Behind the heavy veil, there was a man standing on the terrace with his hands in his hands looking at the garden under the sunset.

"You're back a little late, Gretel. The man turned suddenly, his white robe swaying twice in the breeze. Gretel couldn't help but exhale lightly as she looked at the bearded guy with an extraordinarily deep and incomprehensible look.

"Something is wrong with the nightingale, and I'll have to stay a little longer to figure things out. As she spoke, Gretel explained the series of events that had taken place during the hostage exchange and Riadlin's reappearance.

"Riadlin's sophistry changed the minds of the Nightingale's men, and I wanted to settle him before he could speak, but one man got the matter upset. Gretel looked at the man in front of him with some trepidation.

"Who's that guy?" asked the guy in white, unconcerned.

"Ola Rich, the only descendant of the Richie family. ”

"Oh, an oasis of love like poetry......"

Hearing such a strange answer, Gretel couldn't help but look blankly at the middle-aged man in front of him. The man slowly turned his eyes to the sky, but after only a few moments, his gaze fell back on his own, only this time, his expression was distorted by the potential madness and murderous intent.

For some reason, Gretel felt as if the man in front of him had degenerated from a god to a mortal.

"Why do you wear any makeup?" the man asked as he approached Gretel.

"There is a man who recognizes me who is also on the nightingale's side, and I am afraid that he will recognize me again. Gretel hurriedly removed the fake beard that was sticking to her face.

"It's the kid who worked as a guard for Flegg with you. I remember his name as Diredo...... This kid is a complete coward, and his father is a peregrine falcon. ”

After the man's evaluation, Gretel asked tentatively, "What are we going to do with the situation on the nightingale?"

"Since they don't take the olive branch, then talk with a sword!"

This answer made Gretel stunned for a moment.

"The last temptation on the border line has proven that the Night Stalkers may intervene with us, and there are a lot of Nightingale guys in our people, so could there be anything wrong with that?"

As soon as Gretel's words fell, his collar was tugged at by the man in front of him.

"The night owls are all selfish treacherous! How can the nightingale tolerate a treacherous? As for those who dare to disobey the order, if they want to be treacherous, they cut off their heads and hang them from a tree for the others to see!"

"Gretel, you don't want to be a traitor too, do you?"

Hearing this cold question, Gretel couldn't help but fall to her knees in horror.

"No, absolutely not!" he argued, somewhat awkwardly.

After another moment, an answer came from above Gretel's head.

"Well, I think so, your children are doing well by my side, and you can be a person who learns about Entu, right? Okay, go down and do what you have to do. ”

When the stars loomed in the sky, Gretel's figure appeared at the front door of the "palace" again. He looked at the building behind him and couldn't help muttering, "Crazy, Drogris crazy......"