There was no one in the room, and Fayl chanted a lighting spell to let the tip of his bronze bone staff glow slightly, and shone around.

It is a very simple room with classical furnishings and similar style to the other rooms. There was nothing very personal in nature, only the wardrobe and drawers contained some personal belongings of the knights of Angsai. The cleanliness of the room did not correspond to the feeling he had in person, and of course it was possible that he rarely lived here or that the servants were too diligent.

Dearrando is not surprised by this, if you are a spy who conceals your identity and infiltrates the enemy, you will also get into the habit of not leaving your "trace" in any public or semi-public place.

"If you want me to say that the only thing he has to do with the habits of the dwarves here is probably the care and maintenance of the beard. Fayer's voice came from the bathroom, and Diarlando looked for it. Fayer opened the cabinet next to the sink and found a beautiful set of hair care products.

"Humans also have this kind of love haode~" Deirlando replied with a smile, there was no way to prove that the knight of Angsai was a dwarf - a half-breed dwarf to be exact. According to Holm, it seems that the Angsai clan did not hesitate to intermarry with humans in order to be able to return to this castle, in order to change their characteristics and integrate into human society.

weishenme？

weishenme？

Deirlando searched the room again with questions, and Zuihou sat down dejectedly and asked Fayer, "What are the characteristics of the Splittooth Dwarves? ”

Fayer filled a small bottle of water with a reagent bottle, looked at it, walked out, sat down across from Diarlando, and began to pull out the bottles and cans for inspection. Without thinking about it, he said, "The characteristics of the Split-tooth dwarf race, you should know by listening to the name, their teeth are longitudinally cracked, uneven. It is said that in the past they used to dig the tunnels with their teeth......"

"Huh?"

“...... Anyway, they say so about themselves. Fayle told a traditional dwarven joke with a blank face, leaving Diarlando stunned for a moment. When Dearlando reacted, he smiled and said, "I thought you didn't have a sense of humor...... Shhh

Fayle didn't hear anything, but immediately extinguished the light on the staff, and after a while, an orange flame gradually came through the crack in the door, and Zuihou stopped in the doorway. The low voice of the knight of Angsai ordered the servant to visit Holm, and asked the servant to quietly bring Holm something to eat and drink.

Diarlando quietly retreated to the bathroom with Fayle, feeling disgusting that this hypocritical spy still had to pretend at this time. How can I teach him a lesson and say more, Diarlando's mind turned, and he suddenly had an idea.

He gestured to Fayle, pointed out, made a plop gesture, then nodded again, and then made a gesture of speaking. Fayer nodded and replied with his mouth: "Pretend to be a Bran, judge him!"

Luda Onsay closed the door, lit a few lamps in the room, and then sighed and found a chair to sit down, letting out a painful sigh of exhaustion. After waiting for a while, both of the people inside wondered if he was going to fall asleep, and the sound of Si Si Suo was heard outside. The sound of cabinet doors and drawers opening and closing, and the heavy footsteps of the half-blood dwarves coming in the direction of the bathroom.

The knight of Angsai was so anxious about today's day that he was sore and his head was dizzy, if it weren't for the wedding of the city lord tomorrow, he would definitely not care about the slightest smell on his body. But when he walked into the bathroom in a daze, someone attacked him from behind, giving him a hard blow to the back and almost breaking his spine.

When he slammed on the hard floor, he felt half of the air in his lungs be squeezed out, and then one foot stepped on his back, causing the other half to be squeezed out as well. The oil lamp fell to the ground with a crisp sound, and the grease inside scattered and splashed, instantly igniting a flame, and the unpredictable fire light on this small room looked more eerie.

The firelight suddenly turned blue-green, twisting and dancing in front of Angsai, as if forming a faint human face. The half-dwarf who was pressed to the ground could only move his eyes, and he couldn't see anything at the moment, he could only face the unlucky ball of fire, his forehead was covered with sweat, and he took a breath and asked nervously: "What person?!"

A cold voice sounded behind him: "If you scream a little louder, I will kill you directly." An ice-like hand swept over Angsai's neck, and even if he didn't really make contact, Angsai felt pinched by the ghost's claws, which frightened him into a gasp and forgot to shout for help.

After a brief silence, Angsai's eyes flickered to something approaching his face from his left, and when he saw it, he realized that it was a purple-black red compound eye alien scorpion, and the sharp feet of the thing made a slight tapping sound on the stone, and it ran straight to his mouth.

"What the hell do you want, don't hurt me, I'll promise anything!!" the frightened half-dwarf let out a faint cry of supplication, and his whole body trembled.

Diarlando gave a secret thumbs up to Fayer, admiring the atmosphere he had created. Fayer said quietly: "What's going on in the afternoon?" The problem now is that Dillando and Fayle don't know how much contact the gang has with this Angsai, and how they usually communicate with each other.

At the moment, I can only scare people half to death, and then see if the other party will show any horses, and then act on a zaijian machine.

"Afternoon...... What's going on in the afternoon?" muttered the knight of Angsai, as if his mind was in a state of confusion and he didn't know what to ask. Deerrando gave him a hard blow to the head with a snap of his hand, causing him to scream.

"How did he find out?" said Fayle glared at Deirlando, adding spiritualism to his voice to increase the pressure of interrogation. However, dwarves are naturally highly resistant to magic, and he doesn't know how effective his dementoring skills will be.

The half-dwarf's trembling suddenly stopped, as if the dementorship had taken effect. He spoke in an emotionless voice: "How did I know that the young master would suddenly run to the pump room, he obviously went out of the city to hunt in the afternoon." ”

"Where is the body?" said Fayle, who immediately pressed to the next question.

"Those people were faster than me, and they got rid of ......," Angsai's voice was a little uncertain.

"Those people?"

"Castle Ghosts ......"

As soon as Anse's words came out, both Diarlando and Fayer looked at each other, what is the ghost of the castle?

"And what about our agreement?"

"...... agreed?" the uncertainty in Angsai's voice increased, as if he did not understand the question. Fayl put a hand on his shoulder, increasing the intensity of the dementor, and asked again, "What did you promise to do?"

“...... Oath...... My responsibility...... What should I do......" The half-dwarf lay on his stomach weakly, as if he was struggling to think about the problem, resisting the question, and unable to do it.

"I remember......" His voice suddenly lowered, causing both Deirlandor and Fayle to come closer to hear what he had to say.

Suddenly, the half-dwarf slammed his forehead into the ground and shouted a heavy incantation, golden sparks flashing from where his forehead hit the ground, just like you would with a huge hammer on a large ingot. A massive blast catapulted both Dearlando and Fayle into the surrounding walls.

Although Diarrando was ejected, he had already adjusted his position in mid-air, and kicked his feet hard against the wall, pounced on the cunning half-dwarf again. Angsai only had time to roll over before he was crushed to the floor again, this time with a sharp adamantite sword around his neck.

"If I were you, I'd answer the question obediently this time, instead of chanting some dwarven spell! no matter what kind of powerful spell you have, it won't work for me!" Diarlando approached Angsai, threatening the half-dwarf with a fierce threat.

"It's you!" Angsai exclaimed, recovering from the stun from the impact, and saw Dearlando's face. But when he saw the white dragon cub hanging behind Dirrando, he shouted in a low voice, "Rondava!" and froze.

"You cunning lurker, despicable betrayer, can you actually recognize the appearance of a dragon, but you are also very knowledgeable? Say, what are the Demon Dragon King's intentions here, and how many accomplices do you have?"

Although Diarrando is not proficient in the dwarven language, he also knows that "Rondava" is the dwarven term for dragons. In my heart, I was even more sure that the person in front of me had something to do with the Demon Dragon King. Ordinary people would think Ryses was a magic lizard, rather than recognizing it as a dragon.

"Rondavamosafaye!" The half-dwarf's expression was strange, most of his original pain, anger and horror were gone, and he was replaced by an expression that could be surprised, and he suddenly stretched out his stubby hand and hugged Dierlandor's arm that pressed against his shoulder, and shouted excitedly.

With a shake of his hand, Deerlandor almost cut off his head, but fortunately he was able to close it quickly, except for a small cut on his stubby neck. But the half-dwarf didn't care at all, but said with tears in his eyes, "Praise the flame and the hammer, you are finally back!"