The black vortex disappeared for a long time, and the humans on the high platform still looked lost and dejected, and they didn't dare to move. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 Info The thief Lizaram slowly leaned out of his hiding place, he walked over to Ryrik to straighten the Marquis's seat, and comforted the Marquis. After doing all this, Lizaram turned around and asked, "Your Excellency Fei Li, how to deal with the aftermath of today's incident?"

The cardinal said lonely: "The reappearance of the Lord of Death in the world is not a trivial matter, I will go back to report this matter to His Majesty the Pope, and then make a decision." ”

Lizaram looked around, since Xicheng and Mohan appeared, the crowd in the square had long since run away, and even the city guards were hiding far away and did not dare to come, except for the two men of the Marquis of Ryrik and the Holy See, there were only Mira and Isabel tied there. The big thief whispered, "Today, everyone knows that we are trying Mira, and if the trial does not come to an end, we will all become the laughing stock of others." ”

The cardinal looked at him in surprise, "Public trial?Can such a scene be tried in public now?What if the trial goes on and the Lord of Death is brought back?

The voice of the big thief was even quieter: "The public trial cannot be without a result, and the appearance of the Lord of Death cannot be without an explanation, otherwise whether there is a scandal or a big panic, the empire or the Holy See does not want to see it." ”

Marquis Ryric also came over at this time, although he was always a little wary of the elder of the mercenary guild, he had to nod again and again: "What you said is very reasonable, but is there any solution?"

The big thief's voice lowered again, and almost only a few people in the circle could hear it: "What about my opinion, since the Bright Moon Sword Saint does not belong to any of us, and there is no proof of his own death, it is better to push everything on her." Colluding with the undead, instigating the city lord, framing Mira, and sacrificing the lord of death by blood are all inseparable from the Bright Moon Sword Saint. ”

The Marquis of Ryric and Cardinal Philip were both mixed figures in the circle, and both of them looked at each other and nodded heavily. Bishop Lyudmila looked at the Bright Moon Sword Saint on the ground, but sighed heavily.

When Mira woke up from her slumber, the first thing she saw was Lizaram's smiling face, and he snorted angrily, rolled over and slammed his face against the wall.

The big thief was not angry, but just invited all the one-eyed and fast-legged them out of the house, and said slowly: "I know you are angry with me, but have you thought about it, if I don't splash all the dirty water on Mingyue's body at that time, how will this case be concluded? How will those big shots step down? More importantly, how can you be guaranteed to come out?"

Mira's eyes seemed to have another scene of the Bright Moon Sword Saint generously dying, and his tears flowed out: "Even if I die, I don't want to see you tarnish the reputation of the Bright Moon Sword Saint like this, she is a true brave." ”

"But she has no background, no power, no power, and even if I don't bring it up, most of those big people will do this when they wake up, exchanging the reputation of one person for the reputation of the empire and the Holy See, I think they will definitely do it. We can only take advantage of the trend, and at most take more care of the descendants of the Bright Moon Sword Saint in the future. ”

Mira still ignored him angrily, and the big thief sighed: "These questions, when you grow up, you will understand, you rest first, and when you turn the corner, I still have something to talk to you." ”

As soon as Lizaram went out, Isabel came in again, her eyes so swollen with cry that she could barely find the slits between her eyes. Mira patted the bed board and said, "It's not fair, I was lowered from the pillar at the same time as you, why did you wake up earlier than me?"

The sad look on Isabel's face swept away, and she crossed her hands on her waist and said: "Who cheated, it is obvious that you are weak and weak, and you can't even get up from such a small setback, how can you achieve great ideals and correct life goals in the future?"

Mira smiled and said, "By the way, this is the familiar Isabel, the way she cried just now, the painting style is completely wrong." ”

Isabel was about to scold, when she suddenly remembered something, and tears fell into her eyes again: "My teacher doesn't want me anymore, what should I do?" ”

Mira burst out: "Your teacher doesn't want you anymore, I want you." Oh, don't get me wrong, I mean my mercenary group wants you. Don't come here, men and women don't kiss, don't, don't, ah, help, I'm dying of pain. ”

Kuaileg and the others, who were waiting outside, rushed in, only to see Isabel leaning on Mira in a very indecent posture, and Mira showed a very exaggerated expression of pain. The fast-legged, one-eyed, and hunky all nodded in understanding and slowed down slightly, but Isabel didn't appreciate it and ran out with a red face.

Mila rubbed her bruised thighs pinched by Isabel, and was about to explain, when she suddenly saw the strange expressions on the faces of these three people, she secretly screamed that it was not good, and immediately changed the topic: "Why are you three foodies?"

"The foodie is sick and has a fever, but Isabel has treated him and should be well soon. ”

Mira then remembered that Isabel used to be a clergyman, and this little healing technique should be mastered, so that she could save a lot of money in the future. Mira had a strange smile on her face, and the other three looked at each other, and immediately classified this smile as a kind of lust, and in order not to disturb the reverie of the regimental leader, they gently closed the door and walked out.

After Isabel's treatment, Tracy's body seemed to be much better all of a sudden, and her cough became less scary. But Isabel still frowned and told Mira that her healing skills were not of high level, and she could only alleviate Trish's condition slightly, and with Tris's current situation, even if Lyudmila was afraid that it would have no effect, one of the more sure ways was to ask the Pope to take action in person, and the other was to find some legendary treasures.

While making suggestions, Isabel also scolded Mira, the environment of Trace's small house is so bad that sewage and stench almost fill the entire space, in such an environment, even people who are not sick will be sick. Under Isabel's forced orders, Tris finally agreed to pack up her things and stay with Mira in the hostel, and her blue eyes swept over everything in the room, making Mira feel a little sad.

Emerging from Trish's house, Mira noticed a large crowd of people on the opposite side of the street holding up banners of colorful flags, shouting slogans in high spirits while dragging another group of dejected people. When Mira asked curiously, Tracy looked at him like a frightened fawn: "I heard, I heard that it was the Bright Moon Sword Saint who betrayed the humans and Stilwell City, and the angry residents destroyed the Bright Moon Sword Technique Dojo, and now they are criticizing some of the disciples of the Dojo." ”

Isabel was a little angry when she saw Trisy cowering: "Sister Trisi, don't be so afraid of him, this guy is not good at his skills, and his popularity is not good, so he is easy to bully." After a while, she saw that Tracey didn't seem to believe her words, and continued, "Really, otherwise I'll teach you a spell, and if you say it a few times when you're afraid of him, it's completely different." You remember: Mira is like a spring, see if you are strong, if you are strong, he will be weak, if you are weak, he will be strong. Try it, doesn't it work?"

Tris whispered it a few times and couldn't help but laugh, but she immediately covered her mouth and looked at Mira worriedly. Mira didn't notice the conversation between the two girls at all, he blushed, clenched his fists, and looked intently at the group of people who were abusive, and finally, he roared, "I can't stand it anymore, I must stop them." ”

Isabel didn't hold Mira by the hand, and saw that he was about to rush across the stone street, when a carriage intervened in his way. The curtain opened, revealing Lizaram's serious face, and he made a gesture to Mira: "Get on the car", and Mira hesitated, but stepped into the carriage.

The carriage drove slowly, and through the curtain on the other side, Mira saw that the banner of those people read: Down with the lackey of the Scourge Legion, the Bright Moon Sword Saint, down all the disciples and grandchildren of the Bright Moon Sword Saint, knock them to the ground, and step on one foot again, so that they will never be able to turn over. Directly below the banner, some young men and women in silver-white practice uniforms were ordered to kneel on the ground, while other men and women with excited faces were pumping their faces vigorously.

Mira was furious, and was about to get up again, but was held down hard by Lizaram: "What are you going to do? Those people outside are already crazy, aren't you going out to find death?" Mira burst into tears in her eyes: "The Bright Moon Sword Saint is a real hero, she shouldn't suffer such an insult." Lizaram said: "Yes, she is a hero, she has protected the city, if it weren't for her bullying, the Lord of Death would probably not have stopped so quickly." However, there must always be an outlet for the anger and panic of the people, although it is difficult to accept, but this is politics. ”

The air in the car seemed to freeze, and only the sound of Tracey coughing softly could be heard. Seeing the noisy and restless mob outside the car window, and the sound of smashing and looting was heard everywhere, Isabel immediately expressed her doubts, and Lizaram smiled bitterly and said: "Kempinski has been arrested, Governor Goodwin said that he is sick, and the city guards have taken the lead in making trouble, and I guess their purpose is to force us to release Kempinski." Although if this kind of trouble continues, it will only be the residents of the city who will suffer, but this is also politics. ”

Mira had already stopped her tears, but there seemed to be a fire in her dry eyes, and he snorted heavily from his nose: "I hate politics." ”