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"You think you'll be able to protect him?"

Pasrey's expression was truly watertight, he was like a seasoned magician, invisibly in control of everything. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 At this moment, looking at his slanted eyes and the corners of his mouth curled up with surprise, although Ke Rui's face was expressionless, his eyes under the shadow suddenly shone blue, and a small wisp of black flame in the depths of his eyes flashed.

Opponents of equal proportions, even the masks are so perfect. From the beginning of the confrontation to the present, Curry has had to admit the fact that no matter what method or means he used, Pasri had already got everything he wanted.

"Normally, I don't choose who to believe, but as long as I do, I don't doubt it. ”

Saren didn't look at Curry, but what he said made Devore roll his eyelids, and Pasley raised his eyebrows and smiled, and without saying much, he nodded at Curry on the side and said his farewell, and then followed Devor out of the store.

"I never doubt, do I believe in myself or believe in him? Anyway, either one is much more interesting than you imagined. ”

Remembering Salen's last words, Pasri stroked his chin with his hand and smiled playfully.

"That young man named Curry is not simple. ”

At this moment, the elder Devor, who was on the side, suddenly spoke out without warning, like a dumb bomb suddenly exploding. Pasrui looked at him in surprise, from the beginning to the present, this old guy can be said to have not squeaked, could it be that he silently found something?

"What did you say? Of course I know that Curry isn't easy!"

Pasrui shrugged, what kind of medicine does this old guy gourd sell?

"I'm not referring to his relationship with the president of the Killer Guild, I'm referring to him himself. ”

Devor blew his beard and glared as if he wanted to pick up his staff and hit Pathri, but he didn't seem to do so because he thought it was too much effort, or the pedestrians would be watching.

"Although you practice light magic, it is precisely because of this that you are sensitive to the strong aura of death on his body that occupies all your senses, and you can't feel the other breath hidden. ”

Devor's dim old eyes glistened with a hint of fineness, and Pasley almost jumped to his feet, glaring in anger:

"What do you say? that kid has a second breath hidden in him!"

"The second breath that is very terrifying, although it is only for a moment, is likely to belong to the Moro level. ”

Dvor nodded earnestly, and Pasley was already dumbfounded. He could swear by half of the Terrass Stone on his Staff of Grunna's Ode that Devor would never deceive himself, but it was too hard for him to believe that a traveling merchant from a small magical grocery store was involved with a legendary Moro-class being!

Moro-level existence! That is a "traveler on the path of the law" who has completely surpassed the ordinary concept of saint-level and has reached the legendary need to mark the level with the divine text of the law of Cocacha!

In this tiny city of Tagus, there is such an existence?

"You're mistaken. ”

Pasrui very gentlemanly straightened his collar, and was propped up on the ground by the Grunna Ode that he shrunk and held in his hand like a gentleman's cane, and when he squinted at the way Dewall looked at him, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he cursed:

"Damn Salen, I see what he meant now!"

"Are you scared?"

"Why!"

Seeing Pasrey's scream like a cat wanting to be stepped on by his tail, Devor rolled his eyes, tilted his head, and suddenly asked something that stunned him:

"You say, this time the Sharpness Council, will Saren not let Curry participate?"

In the blink of an eye, Pasrui suddenly felt the urge to pull the old fellow's beard, and he raised his hand, but finally put it down as if nothing had happened, and turned his head away from him:

"Haven't we already discussed this issue, and if things are confirmed, then Saren is sure to let that ...... Asked Curry to participate in this council, he is not stupid!"

Speaking of this, Pasri gritted his teeth a little.

"Not necessarily, the son of Sadimins, the guy who came back from hell alive, what is going on in his head is not something we can really figure out. ”

Devor stroked his white beard, which was longer than his face, and sighed deeply, causing Pasri to snort softly, but he felt a faint excitement in his heart.

If Devore's inference is true today, and there really is a Moro-level being, then things really get a little interesting!

......

"You want me to join the Killer Society?"

As soon as the parchment book in his hand was closed, Curry looked up at Salon, who was standing in front of the window as usual, and raised his eyebrows in surprise. He didn't expect that one day this man would take the initiative to ask for help from him, which surprised him as much as seeing Rawls sleep without snoring.

"I need a chess piece. ”

Salen didn't look back, his voice was indifferent, but his usual style made Curry feel natural and relaxed. He didn't beat around the bush and bluntly stated his purpose:

"I needed a time bomb that could be decisive at a critical moment. ”

"Let me think about ......"

Curry tapped his forehead with the corner of the book, propped up his head with one hand, leaned on the arm of the chair, and narrowed his eyes slightly:

"In addition to the massive number of scattered killers at the grassroots level, the Killer Council should have four parties in the real management class, one side is of course you, the head of the association, the most powerful on the surface, and then the Council of Elders, whose power is second only to you, and the right to speak is not under you. Except for the wolves in the dark, there are only worship halls that are almost semi-independent outside the guild. ”

Raising his head, Curry looked at Salen:

"You want me to be an enshriner of the Killer Guild?"

"The scattered killers and the wolf group are completely loyal to me, the elders have been very restless under the leadership of the Great Elder, and although the remaining worship halls almost never speak, they also need to be classified into uncontrollable ranks because of the existence of that person, although because of the existence of the four ancestors, the Killer Guild can still maintain a superficial calm, but this is not the situation I want to see. ”

Salen's black pupils faintly lit up with a misty blood-colored fluorescence, which looked a little weird when reflected on the glass.

"By that man...... The Great Offering?"

Curry took a sip of tea, felt the coolness that suddenly rose in his head, and squinted his eyes.

If the Council of Elders is the reason why the presence of the Great Elder makes Saren feel threatened, then this Great Offering is the only reason why the Temple of Worship is called uncontrollable by Salen. After all, anyone who faces an unfathomable old monster who has never even seen his father's true strength will find it tricky.

"Except for the seven chief worshippers of the first seven, there is no restriction on the number and freedom of the rest of the offerings, they only need to respond to the call when the Killer Guild needs them. ”

Saren turned his head and glanced at Corry:

"I don't want the temple to pop out and do something while I'm about to deal with the Council of Elders. ”

"So you need a pawn to act as a surprise bomb?"

"You're the best person I can think of. ”

Putting down the teacup and leaning back in the chair, Curry lowered his head, and the shadow suddenly covered his entire face, and his voice suddenly became a little low at this moment:

"Salen, you should know that I don't have much time left. ”

The ripples in the teacup seem to have stopped at this moment, the feeling of silence makes people feel suffocated and oppressive, and the night outside the window on Shermaner Street is still noisy, but it seems to be another world, far away within reach.

"I never doubted. ”

Silent, Salen's eyelids drooped slightly, and in his usual hoarse and magnetic voice, it seemed to be addressed to Curry and to himself.

Curry's face in the shadow lifted slightly, and his dark blue eyes looked at Salen's thin back in front of the window, and the corners of his mouth moved, revealing a trademark, nonchalant smile:

"Before...... Someone else said the same thing to me......"

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