Francis's hand rested lightly on the hilt of the sword, and he quietly activated the built-in gear added to the Black Gang Sword in the new second-order transformation, and the characteristic sound of the gear turning was accompanied by a steam jet,

He smiled and said seriously: "It's too late to regret now, this noble friend, you still have a chance to take your young master's body back to the manor for burial before seeing blood." ”

It was a blasphemy to stain the city of art with blood, and it was better for the marble pavement to remain pure white, and Francis was giving the nobleman a chance not to try things in the worst ways.

"Our earl's surname is Celtic, and I will not only take the young master's body back, but also the heads of both of you."

After the nobleman finished speaking, he gestured his sword in front of him, and his attitude and words did not back down, completely cutting off the last possibility of reconciliation.

Seeing this, Francis shook his head regretfully: "Why can't you figure it out, it was the demon stone statue that killed your young master, not the two of us." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, after the built-in gear rotated at full speed, the black sword spewed steam with all its might, and the steam lingered in the street for a while, and the nobleman couldn't see Francis's face clearly for a while.

Francis stopped talking, flicking his tail with a long steam and leaping at the same time, slamming his sword into the ground at the nobleman's feet.

Swift as lightning, the nobleman was neither an extraordinary nor a transformer, leaving him with no chance of seeing Francis's trajectory.

The ground shook as the sword struck, and the marble stones that flew in front of him made the nobleman realize that he had been approached, but before he could react, he was shaken out in one breath.

The hot liquid steam directly burned his sword-holding hand, and the nobleman let out a cry of pain and dropped his weapon.

Francis stood in the position behind the jump, calmly retracting the Black Gang Sword. Looking at the nobleman, he said lightly: "You lost, Mr. nobleman who doesn't know your name, get out of here now." ”

He still had mercy on him, Francis could have beheaded the nobles with ease, but he always believed that the original sin of blood should not defile the city of art.

Lisa next to her didn't see Francis's speed clearly, and she was surprised for a moment now.

The nobleman drooped his badly burned arm and looked at Francis and them, unable to speak for a long time.

Leaving his life in a duel, whether it was a pity or an insult, he couldn't tell for a while.

"You should be ruthless, no one is arrogant in a duel to show mercy."

Francis laughed disappreciatively and replied slowly, "That's your luck, I'm rarely soft-hearted today." ”

The nobleman didn't say anything more, and after taking a few closer glances at Francis's appearance, he left the place without saying a word.

Lisa was so shocked that she couldn't speak, and after a long time, she pressed her chest and came back to her senses before she said, "I didn't see that you were extraordinary, Mr. Francis, and why did you come to help me?" ”

Francis held up a finger and said lightly: "First, I am not an extraordinary person, but more like a self-reinventing mechanic. Second, as for why I helped you, it's mainly Alice asking me to ask you something, you've just met Alice, and I hope you didn't forget it so quickly. ”

After listening to Francis's explanation, Lisa recalled that Alice was indeed Francis's boss, at least nominally.

"Then what do you want to ask, I know it will definitely not be easy, because then Alice will not allow you to make such a big fuss."

Lisa was very good, and Francis of this province took more effort to explain, and he said a few key words briefly but forcefully: "About a week ago, the Dream Maker Stage Three Elixirs, the trader died inexplicably, and the Demon Statue was the most suspicious, do you have any impression?" ”

Lisa immediately understood what Francis was asking, but her face became very embarrassed, and she said that she could tell Francis everything else, but not this one.

Francis was puzzled, but didn't say anything. Lisa looked at Francis and didn't speak, so she continued to explain, "Mister Rogers said that no outsider should know about this matter, at least not for a week. ”

"Alice is the original buyer of this potion, and if she wants to get her stuff back, she can't do that?"

Still in a dilemma, Lisa shook her head and said, "That's not it, Mr. Francis, I can't tell you. ”

The timing was wrong, and it seemed to be hidden, Francis said in his heart.

But since it was Rogers who instructed him to do this, it means that Mayor Rogers at least knows the whole story, but Francis is not familiar with anyone at all.

"Mr. Francis, I remember that Ms. Alice told us to keep a low profile."

Richard's voice came from not far away.

Richard, who heard the commotion in the street, rushed over, and she happened to see Francis's last moment of driving out the nobles, and when she approached, Francis was talking to Lisa for some reason.

Francis turned his head and joked, "Nobody listens to what Alice has to say, Richard." ”

But after the joke, Francis told Richard the general story.

After listening to this, Richard scratched the back of his head with a lot of trouble, and sighed: "Why would the demigod stage be interested in the stage three potions derived from the dream maker, but I don't think it's very likely that we can retrieve the potion. ”

After that, he looked at Lisa, the chief of the guard, and the female chief guard refused to speak, and now she was at a loss.

Francis nodded in agreement after hearing Richard's words: "But I don't think Alice will give up, anyway, we have time, let's continue to look for it." After that, he also looked at Lisa, and told her before leaving, "If you change your mind, remember to tell us as soon as possible." ”

An hour later, Alice, who was in the chapel, saw Richard and Francis returning empty-handed, and to her surprise she did not look surprised at Lisa's refusal to speak;

"She doesn't want to say it, it just means that it wasn't the dealer killed by the demon statue, I'm just here to verify this."

Leaning against the statue, Alice said that she would next create a dream for everyone in the city, a dream about who had taken the potion from Lady Alice the Welsh.

If the potion had been handed over before the snow stopped, she would have acted as if it hadn't happened.

Richard couldn't help but smile bitterly, Alice's doing this was tantamount to officially declaring war on this demigod stage guy, and the next few days would not be easy.

But Francis seemed to find this a trivial matter, and took out his weapon and began to maintain it, preparing for the next possible struggle.

"You know we're messing with a demigod, right?"

Alice replied, "Yes, so what, he came to provoke me first." ”