The best way to disappear completely is to die. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info This method has been used by many people, the legend says that the silver wolf king before the Iris Dynasty did not die, the first king of Iris burned the golden palace to ashes, the silver wolf king hid in it and howled for three days and three nights, some people say that he has lived to the present, possessed by every wolf, and fought against the Iris Dynasty.

Others say that Turing was not dead at all, and others say that it was not Haysa Larson who hung upside down on the cross, they simply disappeared from their original position, not alive in sight, they lurked in the shadows, waiting for an opportunity to take revenge.

Of course, the vast majority of people are really dead, but the person who was executed just now is indeed not dead, Odin is not dead, and his cellmates also take off the soft armor of the guards and party in the sewers, which lead directly to the Royal Theater.

If they're lucky, Evan Hall hasn't come back yet, they can still spend a few gold coins to play the most beautiful singers, after all, they don't refuse to come, as long as they can afford to spend it.

"Warlock, great shaman Rui thank you, and I will give you back your life on the battlefield in the future. The small, wrinkled old man bowed to Odin.

"When you need my ears, I'll tell you. The jack-of-all-trades laughed like a mouse, and his back shrugged.

"Kill, kill. The corners of the murderer's mouth were cracked to the base of his ears, and his eyes narrowed into a line.

"Keep your friend's mouth shut and don't let him make trouble in the imperial capital. Odin smiled gently, "Friends, let's say goodbye. The next time we meet, it may be your life and death. ”

Everything Mung Bean looked at Odin: "You still want to stay here and do big things?"

"yes, turn the Sunset Empire upside down. Odin snorted.

Jack-of-all-trades watched it for a long time, and his eyes narrowed into the flesh: "You're a pervert, haha." ”

Odin shrugged his shoulders and sent them off the ground, so that the murderers were truly free. And he changed into a new gray robe and walked into the Royal Theatre.

Countless aristocratic sons threw their money here, and countless businessmen were also willing to look for opportunities to cling here. As night fell, a play was playing on the stage, a vulgar tale written by the poet Boulder about a noble woman who fell in love with a knight and gave up her family name for him, only to die for her own glory and hatred.

Odin sat in the audience, and some of the boys cast disgruntled glances at him, and the hillbilly affected their mood for fun.

The Grey-robed Warlock didn't care about this, and he spent a gold coin to call a little woman. She didn't look very pretty, with freckles on her nose, a small mouth, and eyes like sparrows. Her arms and waist are a little chubby, her skin is snow-white, and she has a little less delicate taste than the women of the imperial capital, but she is young, like an egret preparing to overwinter.

"What's your name?" Odin asked.

"Carrie. The girl replied.

"How old are you?" asked the warlock again.

"Ah, sir, it's rude to ask a woman how old she is. Her answer was a bit blunt.

"Looks less than sixteen. Odin smiled.

"It'll be full in another month, my lord. The girl didn't know how to move, and when she asked and answered, her voice was really like a kingfisher.

"Where are you from?" Odin put her on his lap.

The girl was a little embarrassed, she didn't have a brocade dress, she had a tulle on her chest, and the skirt was still fabric. She sat up, and the not-so-soft cotton made her a little awkward. She tried to stretch out her legs, her skin smooth as a mirror, very well-proportioned, not as skinny as the women of the imperial capital.

"Country. The girl still asked and answered, and in fact she felt like a deer was hitting her. She thought the young man was very good-looking, as if he had come out of a picture scroll, and she had only seen such a person in the corridor of the sanctuary. He was lean, but powerful.

The warlock lifted the hem of her skirt and put a hand between her legs. It was warm inside, Odin's fingers roaming close to her lower body.

The freckles on the girl's face became vivid, her face, which had been slightly ischemia, became ruddy, and her arms were flushed with pink, like a round ball of white fat.

Odin reached into her veiled chest with his other hand. She didn't tie her breasts like the other singers, maybe because she didn't have the money to buy herself, but the elastic white fat jade was still full and bulging, and it was so soft that it swayed.

The warlock gently flicked her pink preserves with his fingers and rubbed them harder.

The girl couldn't help but call softly.

Odin covered her mouth and whispered, "Don't scream, little Carrie." Watch the show well. ”

It was as if a cloud had fallen on the girl's face. But the young spectator did not spare her, but touched her waist, where there was some fat, but it did not turn into fat, but was smooth and pliable like a layer of wax.

"No, sir. Carrie begged softly, her legs shaking.

The warlock gently tore open the shoulder strap of the cloth skirt, and a cyan totem appeared on the snow-white skin, which was a wolf.

"Little Carrie, you are a 'secret nail', do your duty, tell your master, I am waiting for his news. The warlock whispered beside the girl.

The girl's expression changed suddenly, although she couldn't hide her jerkiness, she instantly became calm and vicious, and jumped off Odin at once.

"Hey, don't be angry, beauty, I'm just kidding - who made you stand out too much here? Odin couldn't help but laugh, and pulled his hand out as if by magic, revealing a silver blade.

"Your little trick of 'nailing' can't escape my eyes. Last time I sat with your master in the hanging attic for an afternoon, but now it's really- I don't have much time, you'd better hurry up and let him bring me a message, and then it's time for me to go, leave the imperial capital, and go back to where I need to go. ”

The warlock's tone was light, and the prank just now put him in a good mood.

"Give me back the blade. Carrie stared at the warlock viciously.

"No, you want to cut my throat with it. A small cluster of flames rose in Odin's hand, burning the blade to the ground. "Go, the foals are faster than you. ”

Carrie glanced at the Warlock again, and sped out of the Theatre Royal.

Odin was in a good mood, and he walked out of the theater door and disappeared into the city. He went to a slum grocery store, Prince Arthur's small estate in the imperial capital. The warlock knocked the door, called the fat boss out of his wife's, and prepared a horse for him to use urgently tomorrow.

Then, he returned to the nearby Wind Thunder Town Fun Tavern, found a remote spot to sit down, and listened to the harpsichord playing country dance music. He believed that the eyeliner around him would report his tracks to Evan Hall, and he didn't know if it was the freckled girl who sent him a message.

"Just wait for two messages, two voices from the Sanctuary, and then you can go back to the south. ”

Odin smiled, and now he truly felt the state of mind expressed by this expression - the thrill of regaining freedom, holding strength in his hands, truly relieving himself of twenty-three years of helplessness, alone struggling on the line of death.