"I don't understand what you mean."

Looking at the two little people in front of her who should have died in the fire, the countess's heart seemed to have fallen into a bottomless abyss, empty, falling and falling.

Obviously, both of them have been tightly tied, and those two strange wooden sticks have been scrapped, why can they escape?

Of course, she didn't know what a strange existence Clark was, the Psychic Warlock's spell casting didn't need a wand in the first place, and he was holding that thing in the first place to mislead the enemy.

When in the middle of the fire, he simply spent 500 XP and exchanged for a level 1 ability [Control Object] of [Psychic Transformation System].

[Manipulating Small Objects]: Level 1 ability, which consumes 1 point of psionic energy, you can move small objects up to 1kg through the external psychic energy, and the duration is 16 (intelligence) seconds. (Note: This skill can increase the duration by consuming additional psionic energy)

With this ability, combined with his 50-point [Rope Art] skill, he quickly untied the ropes that bound Kuira's hands, and the two escaped before the flames destroyed the house.

As for why they did it? For the revenge of this moment today.

"You'll see in a moment, Countess."

Clark smiled and tugged at the rope beside him, and a huge white curtain was instantly lowered from the second floor.

Then a beam of light from a projector hit the screen, accompanied by a sound coming from an unknown speaker, and everything that had happened that night seven days ago appeared again in front of everyone.

"I have to admit that your abilities are truly outstanding, especially your disruptive creativity."

"What do you want to do, kill me? That's against the law, ma'am. ”

"You have betrayed my kindness, you are useless, to me, you are just dust, a reptile."

"I will, of course, they will spend the rest of their lives in prison."

"Because of the murder, they murdered the rookie designer who became famous."

"So I'm going to have to add credibility to the scene of the crime by adding your charred corpse."

"You're going to kill me because I stole your limelight?"

"I know you killed my mother."

"You've got to tell me who it is first, and let me narrow it down. I have come this way, and my feet have been stained with too much blood, and there are countless losers who have fallen in front of me. ”

As the carefully edited and processed videos played, the countess's face became paler and paler, and the eyes of the guests around her became more and more strange.

It turned out that she turned out to be a murderer!

"No, these are all fakes, they all used magic to forge them."

The Countess shouted and tried to confuse the public, but the seeds of suspicion, once planted, could not be so easily eradicated.

Moreover, the countess in the image is full of vitality, whether it is her manners, movements, or tone of speech, she is exactly the same as the real person, how can it be a fake.

In the end, the image stopped at the last scene, and the countess threw down the windproof lighter in her hand and slowly shouted the sentence, "I'm looking forward to it." ”

Clark looked at the countess with a playful smile on his face.

"You see, we've really brought what you're looking forward to, no surprises, no surprises!

What's even more surprising is that just now, this video was also repeatedly broadcast on TV in Paris and around the world. So you've made a name for yourself as an attempted murderer, Countess. ”

"No, no, not yet, as long as I destroy you, I will still be a countess." Already a little frenzied, she instructed her bald butler and the dark wizard she had recruited to come forward and kill Kuira.

The bald male butler was very obedient, a little on tiptoe, and the explosive recoil force instantly made him cross a distance of more than ten meters, jump up to the second floor, and the black fist the size of the casserole slammed into Kouira's face.

On the other side, the dark wizard who was recruited by the countess saw that the situation was not good, and as soon as his body turned, he was ready to phantom and escape.

But the next moment, a stream of black qi suddenly emerged from the void, transforming into a hideous pitch-black claw, heading towards the dark wizard, interrupting his spell casting.

"Little brother, I'll leave this muscle head to you."

Kuira's confession fell, and her whole body dissipated under the bald butler's fist like a burst foam.

It turned out that the one just now was just a phantom left by her, and as for her real person at the moment, it had already stopped in front of the dark wizard. After all, the man still had a voodoo doll contaminated with the scent of Kuila on his hand, and she would never let the other party take away such an important thing.

As for the bald butler?

Clark looked at the old rival standing in front of him, twisted his neck, and moved his body slightly.

"I don't hit kids," said the bald butler as he unbuttoned his suit, "so...... Don't get in my way. ”

"That's not going to work! Last time, I let you do it, if I don't return it, then I won't be happy in my heart. ”

The bald butler was silent, but he could understand what he meant just by looking at his fists covered with iron-blooded fighting energy.

"Hah!"

The beginning of the battle was only in an instant, the bald butler shouted, first the sound was overwhelming, the loud sound was like thunder, and then, with the iron fist of the wind, bombarded out heavily.

As a knight in melee combat, if converted to the profession of the Faren Continent, he is at least a martial artist with eight or nine professional levels, and in a small space like a corridor, it can be said that he has an advantage against a spellcaster with weak physical fitness.

However, in the face of the enemy's close approach, Clark did not panic, but smiled slightly, tilted his head, and retreated half a step at the same time.

With this small movement, he happened to dodge the punch of the bald butler. The other party's fierce punch only grazed his face, and the strong wind only blew his skin painfully.

The next moment, Clarke's left hand pulled a pistol out of his pocket, and the muzzle of the black hole was pointed at the bald butler's chest with a piercing chill.

At this time, Clark still had the heart to joke, "Your fighting spirit, can you block bullets?" ”

The bald butler's hair stood on end, if he hadn't had no hair, he would have looked like a hedgehog on his head at this moment.

"Bang!"

Gunshots rang out.

The burning gunpowder pushed the warhead to rotate and fly out, and the stimulation from the dangerous instinct made the bald butler subconsciously scream, and the whole person's muscles were tense, and his legs exerted force, like a big horse monkey that had been stepped on by his tail, and quickly retreated backwards.