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Chapter 243: Buried

Adler looked around, the whole bedroom was full of these paintings, each one was Morrow, with displeasure in his heart, and his tone was naturally not much better, but the only person who knew the Ales Palace so well was Roland, and he still spoke patiently, "Who do you think will have such good skills, and who is still so familiar with the Ales Palace?" ”

Roland understood what Adler meant, of course, but he didn't want to answer, "There are many such people. ”

"For example?" Adler's pupils stared at the aqua blue in his palette, and his heart was puzzled.

"Me." Roland brushed up the brilliant red that looked extremely bad, staining the clear aqua blue in the palette.

Adler rolled his eyes and threw it at him, "Even if you want to say something, you don't have to tell such a clumsy lie." ”

"I'm just like, and again, you." Roland is clearly talking nonsense

Adler had another huge white eye, almost turning her red pupils back, and rubbing them for a while before returning them to normal.

"Roland, I'm okay with you playing with her all day, but...... You'd better see who you are and what you need to do now. "Adler

Roland poked his brush on the palette, looking very hard, almost ruining the overall beauty of the painting, and almost bursting the tight canvas, "There is nothing wrong with what I said, you should know very well that she died, you killed her, forgot?" If you are suspicious and think that she is still alive, then you can just check, I know very well what I should do, and I don't need you to remind me. ”

Adler's patience never seemed to be so good, "I didn't see her die that day, and I don't believe you. ”

"That's your problem, not mine, go ask Master Bowen, ask Quentin, or ask your spies, did they see her being bloodied?"

"If you drain the blood, you won't die." Adler still insisted, but she was also looking for her whereabouts these days, but there was no news, and she also believed that Moro was dead, and the spy had rewarded her with this, but she always felt that something was wrong.

Eliad committed suicide so easily, and the entire demon party didn't want it, what was it for?

Is there really no nostalgia left?

Or is it covering up something?

And the person in front of him, pretending to be crazy and stupid all day long, isn't Roland sober?

She knows better than anyone else, and now this puppet actually sees it better than anyone else.

"Do you still want her to live with that body and that look?" His words became sharp, and he even stabbed himself.

He suddenly reminded himself that she had suffered a lot with such a body and a face like that, and that the person who caused all this was himself.

Adler was almost so angry that he broke off ten long red nails that he had benefited from his maintenance, and said hatefully, "Even if there is a 1 in 10,000 chance, it will never be." ”

"Without that one in 10,000, she's dead." Roland stared at the "her" who seemed to be reborn, and spoke again, "Maybe it's Ethan, I'm afraid we all know more about the structure of the palace of Ales, or maybe Dylan, but I don't think Dylan is as familiar with the palace as Ethan, but he knows Morrow well." ”

"Oh?" Adler raised an eyebrow, finally asking for something useful from Roland's mouth. "But I've been staring at the Military Academy a lot, did Dylan fly out with wings? And Ethan, I've sent someone to chase him for so long, and still haven't found anything. ”