"Guess it, it looks like I guessed it right."

Heine smiled.

"Catherine is dead, but you, her lover and a nobleman from the Holy Court, are in high esteem and have become the last Grand Duke of the old regime......

"Either way, it's a boon that Lady Catherine has reaped for you during her reign—but as far as I know of Thiara, her mentor shouldn't be such a person.

"Or, it's the Shadow Sanctuary giving you compensation.

"So there is only one answer, the people who raised her and treated her like an abandoned pawn are the old nobles who are closely related to you.

"On the one hand, it is for Catherine's face, and on the other hand, it is also to appease you."

After a pause, he tugged at the corners of his mouth:

"I have a friend who described to me the situation in the mountains of McCala, not much like you captive aristocrats.

"The temple wants you to live, not to make trouble, but also not to fight, just as Shikoku looks to the mountains of Maikara."

Heine actually didn't have anything to say.

He felt that Andrei's personal revenge was indispensable for this.

Otherwise, it would not be possible to explain the result of "you have taken the benefits of the temple to yourself."

No one is looking for trouble with this Grand Duke Andrei?

It can only be that this person is far more ruthless than the elegant temperament he revealed, so that he can sit firmly in the position of "the last Grand Duke".

This time, it was Andrei's turn to be silent.

It took him a long time before he smiled again, and there was some inexplicable meaning in his eyes:

"It seems that the people in the poetry club are underestimating."

Heine smiled noncommittally.

Although everyone is on the same page, it is impossible to consider it completely from his point of view.

So he wished that this group of people thought that he was a little white face who could only eat soft rice.

The wall of the "high wall" can also be the wall of the heart, and prejudice is sometimes a weapon.

Suddenly, a transparent creature the size of a palm, like a ray, stumbled in from the window and landed on the ground with a thud.

Heine was surprised to find that the guy's gelatinous back had three blackened question marks printed on it......

Andrei examined the strange beast's injuries with a solemn face, and then took out a box.

Inside the box was a delicate head band with a dark green gem on it.

This is......

Heine looked familiar, and suddenly came back to his senses, isn't this a collaborative beacon, but he replaced the belt with an iron ring.

Meno and the others brought this thing with them when they came to Githil Manor in the Floating City, and it was jokingly called the Children's Watch 1.0 by the players, and it was used to communicate with pets.

André was seen using the Synergy Beacon while treating the injuries of the strange beast.

Soon, his face became more solemn.

He put things away and tucked the beast into a cloudy crystal that literally swam through like a ray.

Seeing that Heine seemed interested, he explained:

"It's called Nuramu, which means 'fish that stretches like ginkgo' in dwarven language, and it's a strange beast - you've probably seen it, right? They come from the void, and with this catastrophe everywhere, the form depends on human cognition. ”

Heine nodded: "This is what you call the 'means of the Poetry Society'?" ”

"Yes, we found that with the shadow energy as a bridge, strange beasts can be controlled by warlocks, just like they control shadow beasts, it's amazing, right?"

"That's true."

Heine pretended to be interested.

After all, his acting skills have been practiced, and there is no ambiguity at all.

André continued, "Speaking of which, it has something to do with you, thanks to Barry Gityl's achievements in spirituality, the Shadow Sanctuary has recently been able to research this spell to manipulate strange beasts. ”

Heine didn't know what to say for a while.

I didn't expect to be involved in the birth of a professional "second specialization".

"So this is the technology of the Shadow Temple, and it was only used by the Poetry Society?" He asked, "How do you feel like a pan-continent transcendent research research stealing organization?" ”

Andrei laughed and said, "It's okay for you to say that, our footprints are indeed all over the continent. It's just not stealing, it's cooperating. ”

"Cooperation?" Heine asked, "How to cooperate?" ”

"Just like you did in the mountains of McKara - having the shepherd and necromancer work together on the blight, and having the totemist intervene in the study of the primordial spirit, we're probably doing something similar, but ......"

Andrei suddenly said in a complicated tone: "You may not understand what a great or terrible thing you have done. This kind of joint research is almost impossible to achieve outside the mountains of Maikara. ”

Heine remembered Barry and Sabellia, who seemed to have made similar statements.

Interdisciplinarity is a taboo in this world.

"But isn't it okay for Vitas?" He asked.

Andrei's expression froze, and he sighed instead: "Yes, Velitas is indeed possible, but that place ...... Never mind. ”

He seemed reluctant to talk about it and instead turned the conversation to the results of the investigation of "Nuramu".

"It sensed a more powerful kind in the mines, and saw your skeletons and was almost wounded by them, so be prepared for them to be contained."

Heine's face seemed to be sinking like water, but he was actually already muttering.

He didn't believe that the things in the mine controlled Wei Dian, and then chose to throw a question mark and beat people......

This is clearly something that only players can do.

"Shall we go then?" He asked.

"Of course."

Andrei nodded:

"But until then, you need to get some rest."

……

"Damn, let it run away!"

In the mine, Wei Diankite cursed.

Just now, the two of them were searching for some "treasure spots" in the memories of the Northeast people in a huge mine, when Alpha suddenly warned that a strange beast that it could not devour was approaching.

What it can't solve can only be controlled by others, with the resistance of the warlock himself to dominate the same level.

This means that there are other Rift Warlocks in the vicinity.

The two of them then sneaked over.

As a result, this Nuramu was quite cunning, mastered the ability to move in phase, and escaped into the void to dodge Sazong's two arrows and a string of javelins from the Guardian Kite.

Although he was injured by the barrage of the northeasterners, he still let it run away.

Wei Diankite: "I wonder how much this thing can be used after it has been upgraded, why is it still such a waste." ”

Mr. Sa was surprised: "No, Brother Wei, your 'keyboard' has been upgraded?" ”

Wei Diankite: "I think so." ”

Mr. Sa: "Chat tools can be used to hurt people, are you a little too aggressive?" ”

Wei Diankite: "What's the matter, the typing is all blue, and you still don't let me type the output?" ”

Mr. Sa: "Tong Yan...... Anyway, where do we go next? What kind of treasure points do you remember, and the rewards of these melons and dates are not good. ”

Wei Diankite: "You are in a hurry, this is a little better than the daily area of the novice village, it is not normal to turn over the garbage to the second or third level, you follow me right, the good goods are below." ”

Mr. Sa: "Okay, follow Brother Wei." ”

The alpha-controlled miner walked in front with turquoise to illuminate it, and two skeletons slowly descended the rugged mine road.

"It's a dead end, there's nothing at the end."

Alpha looked back frequently.

It is very puzzling about Wei Diankite's decision to stick to this path.

Guardian Kite: "Just go."

Unbeknownst to Alpha, although this place is its "lair", it is limited by its life form, and it can only be explored by people and Shadowbeasts under its control.

Coupled with the fact that the miners are not of enough level, it is easy to miss out on the real goodies.

Finally came to the bottom, and a row of question marks slapped on the ground to signal Alpha to retreat.

Then, he made an attacking gesture to Mr. Sa.

As a strong wind arrow hit the rock wall in front of it, the arrow shattered, but there was not the slightest trace on the stone.

A slight tremor came from beneath his feet, followed by a deep and deep sound from all directions.

That's a lingua franca:

"Mouth-order-"

(End of chapter)