"Feeling bad?" Leaving Leon's secret base, Don Quixote did not take Rommel back to the airship directly, but seemed to wander around the capital of Sambia aimlessly, but it was because Rommell's royal blood was too pure, blue hair, blue eyes, and snow-white skin, such a person walking on the street, anyone who had a heart could be sure that she must be a member of the Sky Royal Family.

And according to Lommel herself, her parents are brothers and sisters, so the purity of her blood can be imagined, so at this moment, the two of them are still wearing the wide cloak, looking like two adventurers from afar, and there will not be too many people who care too much.

"Sort of," said Don Quixote after walking some way.

"Unlike you," Lommel pouted, "I have the impression that you're a man who never puts what really comes into his heart on his face."

"People always have a lot of masks," Don Quixote sighed, "and I'm about to forget what I really am."

"What kind of hatred do you have with that family, so far away?"

"Hmm~~" seemed to be a little tired, Don Quixote casually found a corner and sat down, looking like a beggar, although from this bright cloak, no one dared to treat the two of them as beggars, the ground was not very clean, but Lommel did not bother, and sat next to Don Quixote, and the two of them stared blankly at the crowded street

"It was a long time ago."

"Tell me, you know, I've rarely seen you look like that."

Don Quixote shook his head, "It has been determined that Leon is a subordinate of Lantes. ”

"Oh?" Seeing that Don Quixote didn't want to say, Lommel just stretched out his hand and gently stroked his back, and then asked with some curiosity, "How are you sure?"

"Soul," Don Quixote shrugged, it was obvious that he couldn't tell him about the Mirror of the Firmament, so he used another excuse, "I'm a mage who specializes in soul spells, so I'm very sensitive to people's souls, his soul structure is very similar to the one I killed before, it's all soul mixed with a piece of the soul of another person who doesn't belong to him, when the soul of the ancestor was still alive, I talked to him about this problem, I guess this Leon's power comes from that soul fragment, That's the "Lantes" I've always wanted to kill. ”

"Did you detect his soul?"

"No, it's just a feeling, but the accuracy is not much different from direct detection, you see people are people, my eyes look at people, if I want, I can only have a soul left, and even someone who is defenseless against me, when he is thinking, I can also faintly spy on his thoughts, but what I see without using the blessing of spells is intermittent, even meaningless, but it is already very useful."

"Snooping on other people's minds?" Safman's hand stroking Don Quixote couldn't help but stiffen there, and the smile under the cloak froze, "How did you snoop?"

"I mainly use the brain fluctuations generated when people think, of course, they can also be called soul fluctuations, this kind of fluctuations are different from psionic fluctuations, it itself carries a certain amount of useful information, and the vast majority of spells, knights, don't have much knowledge of this, so I can secretly succeed, and the higher the soul level of the person, the smaller the soul fluctuation when she thinks, because the strength of the soul will make this fluctuation instinctively restrained," Speaking of this, Don Quixote turned his head to look at Rommell, Cheap smiled, "So although it's not a lot, I still see a little bit of your thoughts"

"Poof!" Calm as she is, even the thing more than a thousand years ago can be chosen to forget the calm strong woman who blushed after hearing this sentence, especially her own white skin, so such a red gives people a feeling like a crab has been steamed, of course, fortunately at this moment she is wearing a cloak, which can be regarded as a fig leaf.

"What do you see?"

"Ha," Don Quixote shook his head, and the previous melancholy and indifferent expression gradually disappeared, "Don't worry, I won't mind, that's all understandable, after all, you have such a bad past, and, as a soul mage, I can tell you that this type of brain supplement can be a great help for you to say goodbye to the shadow of the past once and for all, and it can also be attributed to a kind of self-deception, but I like to call it the method of spiritual victory."

"Just," said Don Quixote, standing up and patting the dust on his ass with his hand, "the next time you beat me, you can use a leather whip, I don't like candles."

“”

"Where are we going?" After Lommel who followed Don Quixote again because the secret in her heart was pierced, now she has wrapped her whole body tightly, obviously, maybe in the future, she will make up for something in her mind in the sea of consciousness, but it will definitely not be discovered by Don Quixote again.

"City Lord's Mansion," Don Quixote also returned to his usual blandness at this time, apparently after Rommell's gags, his mood was much better, "There are some things that I have dragged on for seven years, and it is time to solve them." ――

The city lord's mansion in Sambia is said to be a mansion, but in fact, this building in the center of the main city of Sambia can already be compared to a small town, quite a bit of a wine pond meat forest, and the reason why they do this is that most of the Gordon people who have no real power also know how many things they have done to exterminate people's surnames, if you don't run around the world with guards, it is very likely that you will be killed by someone passing by, so it is safer to squat at home.

And in this town, there is a place dedicated to Alvin Gordon, the eldest grandson of Duke Mahler, in fact, when this guy was bitten out by Shirley, and at the same time lost his ability to be a man, he became even more perverted, after all, the reason for all this is because he has never been a slave to Chengren.

In a huge basement, naked [***] lying down, tied, hanging a lot of slaves, men, women, Alvin, who has the essence of abuse, has never been injured but not killed, because he knows very well that if he dies, he can't torture them anymore, just like the cat man back then, he simply cut himself, so that the anger in his chest has no place to vent, no matter how much he whips the corpse, she can't feel it, so since then, although Alvin has intensified his play with slaves, but he is very good at grasping proportions, Only in this way can he get a little satisfaction from his sometimes aching lower body, although it is already empty.

While Alvin was ravaging these slaves with all his might, no one noticed that there were two strangers standing in the same room, and for some reason they seemed to be transparent, naturally, this was Don Quixote and the god Rommel.

"If this Alvin could put his mind on the slave-ravaging tricks he came up with, he would probably be a talent," Rommell, who had watched the whole process intently for a long time, couldn't help but say, "But it seems that he doesn't have this chance."

Don Quixote shrugged, "I won't kill him now, I've endured it for so many years, it doesn't matter if I let him be happy for a while"

Whether it is playing with slaves or abusing efforts, for Alvin, although it is an indispensable entertainment activity every day, but in fact, people's energy is limited, no matter how excited he is, he also wants to eat, but also to rest, obviously, Don Quixote and Lommel are waiting for this opportunity, finally the dark sky in December is late, the sky outside is already dark, Alvin's slave also reminded his master, of course, Alvin, who also felt a little hungry, put down the leather whip in his hand, and left here with a group of people, as for the aftermath work, naturally someone will complete it for him。

"Let's go," after watching the live version of the training for so long, Rao is Don Quixote also felt a little sick to his stomach, obviously, most normal people would not be interested in these.

In fact, even the rest of the Gordon family is very disgusted with this eldest son and grandson who seems to be a little crazy, but after he was deprived of the right to inherit because of the loss of his male surname, no one will take care of him, give him some money, and let him fend for himself.

"Don't look at it," Don Quixote saw that Lommell's gaze lingered on those slaves, and naturally knew what she was thinking, "changing the fate of several people, it doesn't work, their souls have collapsed, and they leave here, and they die faster"

"Wow~" Alvin, who was taking a bath in the bathroom, involuntarily touched his crotch with his hand, and then roared and pounded the wall with his fist, it was obvious that even after so much time, this man was still full of anger and had nowhere to vent, only murder and abuse could make him temporarily dissipate the anger in his heart.

"Whew~~" He wiped his body dry with a long sigh of relief, and walked in the direction of the bedroom, since Alvin lost his following organs, in the place where he lives, he can't see other people, from the psychological point of view of the male surname, he can't see that others have it, and he doesn't want to be seen by others that he doesn't, of course, his life habit is a very good opportunity for Don Quixote.

"Jingle Bell~" Alvin, who was lying on the bed for a short time, seemed to vaguely hear a crisp bell sound, and before he had time to think about it, the whole person fell asleep, at this time Don Quixote and Lommel showed their figures, Don Quixote, who was holding the copper bell, walked to the side of the bed, took out the needle from the space ring, and didn't even bother to do the disinfection, and directly pierced Alvin's artery with a needle, and then injected a tube of saliva extract into his artery, and then the dementor copper bell rang again, and Alvin's core consciousness was like [*** The woman was like a woman who showed himself to Don Quixote.

"Eager to kill, eager to get the Kraken, so you will secretly follow Duke Mahler after he goes out to sea, and then be discovered by him and take the main warship."

After saying this lightly, Don Quixote shook the brass bell again, closing his core consciousness, and at the same time cautiously glanced at Alvin's neck, and after making sure that the pinhole had healed on its own, he left his bedroom with a surprised Rommel -

"What kind of soul spell was that?" Rommel, who was held by Don Quixote, soared into the sky again, but the difference was that this time it was night, and it was dark all around.

"I created my own detection spell specifically for other soul mages, even if the other party is a realm mage, don't think about any discovery, because it is he who modifies his soul, not an alien invading psionic ability."

Late at night, especially in this high and somewhat incredible place, except for the whirring wind, it was simply silent and unsettling, after returning to the airship, Don Quixote gently put Rommel down, of course, this time she was not in a daze, after all, this thing sighed, it would be very touching to come once in a while, but often come, and it will be numb.

However, looking at Don Quixote, who was already walking inside, Lommel still couldn't help but ask, "That Don Quixote, you really saw everything, about my fantasies?" )