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Chapter 244: Rescue

"You made a big fuss in the slums of Mister, didn't you find Ethan? Not only that, but you also alarmed Assameh's Patrick and the secret party, isn't it too much of a stretch? In the end, Roland simply put down his pen in great irritation, indicating that Adler had swept away his interest, and his tone was still disdainful.

Adler narrowed his narrow red eyes, staring at the almost unshapedly canvas on the drawing board, feeling irritated, "I just don't believe that little slut is dead, with Dylan still swearing to resist and Eliad's suicide can make me believe that she may still be alive, not to mention that I have long been dissatisfied with Patrick, he has been hiding in the slums for so many years, and from time to time he has caused trouble for Xitai, and now there is only one seal left before Xitai awakens, and Assame, who has been fighting with Xitai for thousands of years, should also pay some price." ”

Roland looked at her playfully, as if he was mocking, and even showed a smile that had not been on his lips for a long time, "Adler, don't waste your efforts. ”

"The corpse hand was not found, Xitai did not wake up, and Eliad did not give me a chance, that little slut died, and there is no more news of the corpse hand in the world." Adler, who has always been high above and empty-eyed, has shown this helplessness more than once, his pupils contracted, "This is only one step away, and it will fall short." ”

Roland picked up the brush again, stared at the drawn painting again with great patience, and adjusted the blankness of his eyes a little bit of aqua blue, he squinted at the eyes on the canvas and felt that he was extremely unfocused, and the "Morrow" reclining on the bed had completely changed into the original appearance of the puppet, it was just a rag doll sewn on white cloth and red thread.

"It turns out that this thing is so poorly time-sensitive." Roland muttered to himself, got up and took out a blood vial and dripped a drop on the puppet's body, and the puppet changed instantly, and soon grew and changed into Moro's appearance.

Roland threw the blood vial to her, "If you don't give up, go and test it, don't you Xitai have a secret technique to check whether people are dead?" He turned to look at the lifeless eyes on the canvas, "The puppet is still too far from her." ”

"Patrick said he'd meet us here, and at seven o'clock a convoy of horses and carts would go out of the barrier."

Although the entrance to the barrier was heavily guarded, it was still very desolate, and the weeds and woods gave them the best protection, and Morrow tightened the strap of the hood on his chest and looked at the time of his pocket watch

"Ten minutes to go." She said in a deep voice.

Ten minutes passed quickly, but Patrick still hadn't arrived, and the carts, or several prisoner vans to be exact, had already reached the junction. The nobles who had been pampered in the city of Ales for thousands of years were now crowded in silver cages, looking miserable.

After the fall of Ales, Bowen did not spare them, and these nobles had not yet been evacuated from Ales in time. Eliad could allow the former Altiant family to enter politics and live in Ales, giving them the greatest freedom, while Bowen would not, and Bowen would exile them to the wildest of the Demons, in the wildmost inhospitable north, without human and blood, and with silver shackles nailed to their wrists.

Moro narrowed her eyes, and through the moonlight, she saw the coat of arms of Ales left on the ground and the faces of some people, familiar or unfamiliar, and she had guessed who these people were. A former aristocrat or side branch of Ales.