On the table, there are several pages of birch paper.

Fennie watched it again and again, and the surprise on her face grew stronger and stronger. Although I have no impression, it is indeed a marriage contract, a marriage contract between the Mr. Allegri in front of me and himself. In the lower right corner of the paper, she is very familiar with the handwriting and private seal of her parents, while on the other side, the name "Dios" is signed.

"Dios is my brother," Allegri patiently explained, "a few years ago, he served in the Imperial Army, and he had several acquaintances with Lord Lingtang, which could be used as an excuse for us to prevaricate. ”

"But this ...... It's really my parents' handwriting, where did you get it?", the words were clear in black and white, but Fennie looked up and asked, full of doubts. The other party took out this fake marriage contract casually like a trick, obviously prepared. She even began to wonder if Allegri had a plot against her. The changes in recent days have made the innocent and kind girl become suspicious.

"What is this......" Allegri smiled mysteriously, but did not answer. In fact, he didn't know how to answer at all, this fake marriage contract was given to him by Copov just now, and for the chief man, forging such a document should only be the basic skill to get started.

"It's me who is confused, it's all this time, and I still ask what I am doing," Fennie did not pursue too much, even if Allegri really had bad intentions, it was better than marrying Davide, she shook her head, and decisively, "If you need my cooperation, please ask the gentleman to do so." ”

"Old General Kudlan, as well as Lord Lingtang, need you to do the work yourself, but I don't think it's difficult, they have their own measurements in their hearts, but they are just suffering from not being able to disobey the king's orders. Allegri breathed a sigh of relief and whispered, "The important thing is that now, we must put on a show and reveal the existence of this marriage contract as much as possible." ”

“...... Good. Fennie thought for a moment. He gritted his teeth and answered. The crisis is imminent, even if she knows that it is a thief ship, she has no choice, not to mention, in her impression, this Mr. Magician is trustworthy.

"We're like this, we're ...... like this," Allegri hadn't said a few words, when there was a sudden sound of rapid finger tapping from next door, and he immediately stopped talking. Sighing, he stretched out his hand and invited, "Forget it, let's go back to the hall first." ”

Misty swamps.

Avoiding the edge of the Necromantic Behemoth is a wise choice. But one of the biggest headaches in the battle against necromancers is that their owners may be more difficult to deal with, in addition to the summoned creatures.

Huge behemoths emerge. An undulating black mist swirled around him, and Illo had fled dozens of paces away. He could still feel the cold dead air, like the breath of an ice dragon, lapping on his back.

"High-level, or superior?" The half-elf ranger tried to judge the other party's rank based on this, but either way. They are definitely the best among necromancers, even if they are placed in the "White Bone Council", they are also one of the core members of the top level, and they will never come to the Misty Swamp for no reason.

King of Evil Spirits, when did you provoke those difficult guys?

Divergent thoughts. It didn't affect Illo's ability to escape, he came first, and actually rushed in front of Bai Ji and Alex. The two female warriors are not willing to compromise and want to go back to fight, but the leader is a coward, and they can only follow him with their heads in a hurry.

That's it?

Ventrov was dumbfounded, and the rotten wood staff raised high, originally ready to release a few powerful spells, but at this time he could only take it back in amazement. He thought that this old friend was a hidden master, but he didn't expect that he just shook a shot and slipped away without looking back.

It's really easy to change, and it's hard to change your nature.

A few imperceptible "shadow eaters" quietly flew back. Sensing that the three of Illo had indeed fled beyond the swamp, Ventrov was also relieved of his thoughts. The evil gods such as "Death Knell" are planning great things here, and if they force themselves to break in, the end will be miserable.

Shaking his head, the necromancer chanted in a low voice, and the three-foot necromantic beast roared in dissatisfaction and retracted into the dirty quagmire. The black mist that shrouded his body spread out the moment it touched the surface of the water, and it was actually a small mosquito, which flew away in all directions from the whole to zero.

"If you go all out, they won't have a chance to escape. At this moment, sharp words suddenly sounded above his head, and he accused him dissatisfiedly.

A small blood-red bat, hanging upside down on the branches of a dead tree, stiff and stiff, like a dead thing, but there was a sound that kept coming,

"Could it be that you are also dissatisfied with the death knell, so you deliberately conceal your strength?"

"Brother Knell's deal with evil spirits is also for the sake of the overall situation, so I naturally support it," Ventrov subconsciously shrunk his neck and defended in a loud voice, "As for letting these people leave, I'm afraid that there will be too much movement, and when the time comes, it will attract other people, which will not be ......beautiful."

"Really, why do I think that you deliberately showed mercy to your subordinates and let them out to ventilate and report the news?" In the quagmire next to it, a sticky soft mud monster emerged, yin and yang weird, it was the sound of "mud".

"How is that possible," Ventrov hastened to retort, "besides, what reason do I have to show mercy to those lowly human men?"

"Who knows—"

The ooze monster wanted to splash some dirty water again, but the surrounding water waves oscillated, and a deep voice sounded out of thin air, and he ordered undoubtedly,

"Don't talk nonsense, keep your bearings, if anyone lets the evil spirits escape, don't blame me for being merciless. ”

Walledon Manor, Ballroom.

When Allegri and Finney emerged from the corridor hand in hand, the air seemed to freeze.

The wine in the crystal glass reflected wisps of cold light, and everyone fell silent, half looking at the two people who were walking slowly, and half turning to Viscount Davide, who was sluggish, with a playful look in their playful eyes.

The cuckold deserved his name, and Davide's face became worse and worse, and it seemed that the next moment, he would roar and rush up and tear the adulterer and adulteress to pieces.

"This ...... This is ......" As the host, the Marquis of Walledon could not let his reaction smash the field, he quickly got up to meet him, wanting to ask clearly, but he didn't know where to start. As he walked around, the Marquis also made a look, and the meaning was very clear.

Dude, what's going on, it's not according to common sense.

"Tell you," said Allegri, smiling warmly, facing the crowd, "and perhaps you all know my fiancée, Miss Feeney. (To be continued......)

PS: (I'm sorry, I've been out of business for a few days, I wrote something else, and I'll send it to everyone when I have time.) ）