"Dance of Justice, you've completely 'messed up' the contemptible plan."

The ghostly beautiful man in Biegbowo, Oskol, frowned and sighed leisurely. His audience was nothing but a room full of ravens of silence.

It's no wonder that he 'revealed' a frustrated look, because he wanted to push the 'wave' to fuel the fire and let the two heroes of Astante go to war, but he didn't expect to suddenly run out of a righteous dance and pinch the fuse. Even the king could not persuade the elegant Lancelot, after learning that his beloved disciple had recovered, he no longer insisted on coming forward. In this way, all the means that Oskol laid out became a bubble.

"The hero's will is really strong, and no matter how many rumors there are, he will not waver. But intelligence warfare is not so simple. In the midst of a series of upheavals, Astant's heart is disheartened and he cannot trust his guardian heroes, and the king distrusts Scott and his army, and he also has a bad feeling for Lancelot. Hehe, it's a repeat of Orquila's mistakes, and they can still be united in war, but now that there are no enemies, the monarchs and ministers are separated, everyone is suspicious of each other, can the country not fall apart? It's like a fruit that is beautiful on the outside but rotten on the inside, no matter how dead it is, it is not as good as before. ”

Oskol put away his worries and laughed again: "Then, let's use rumors to peel off the fruit." ”

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Morning.

Astant, capital, Scott House.

After the assassination of Oliver Bull Quinn, the door of the house is still open, as if all assassins are warmly welcomed. There are fewer people who dare to pass through here, because the chill flows out of its 'door' and window, like a coffin filled with ice and snow.

At this time, Jonny, the leader of the Knights of the Iron Hoof, rode a white horse and slowly came to the mansion. He's been promoted to the rank of hero, so even if he rides around the capital, no city guard dares to say a word. Tethered his horse, Jonny strode in, ignoring the cold as if it were nothing. It's not that he is familiar with the 'door' and the road, but the design of the Marshal's Mansion is very simple, not a few steps to the front hall, and a few steps to the main hall, not like other upper-class families to do so many twists and turns.

He asked sluggishly, "What do I want?" ”

"Here." Scott sat down, raised his hand, and the three scrolls were like arrows towards Jonny's head, chest, and neck, as if using Jonny as an arrow target.

If the hero really wants to kill him, he won't kill so delicately, so Jonny didn't care, shook his hand, and caught the scroll. He said again: "Why didn't you fight? ”

"The Righteous Dance healed Oliver's hand, and Lancelot had no reason to come out. He can really bear it, I underestimate him again. Listening to this tone, Scott actually had some regrets. When he mentioned his old rival, his eyes could no longer be called "evil", but should be called "poison", because tears were almost dripping from the corners of his eyes.

"To stop the battle between the strong, what the hell does the dance of justice think." Jonny finds a place to sit down, opens the scroll, and takes a quick look. The scrolls contain the names, addresses, and personal information of famous musicians, which is a great addition to Jonny, who is adept at finding heretics from the crowd. Soon, he opened his mouth: "Protin? This mortal took Oliver in? ”

Scott snorted.

Jonny slowed down his reading, and after reading this article about Protin carefully, he said, "This 'woman' is very suspicious. She has been alone for many years, has no relatives or friends, has been invited by Lancelot to fight the piano, but has never been in the limelight, and her name has hardly been heard in high society. It's suspicious, as if it's deliberately hiding something. Do you have more details? ”

"Nope." Scott said. "Do you want me to send someone?"

"No, if you want to deal with the 'Yin' Heavenly Singer, it is useless to rely on the strength of the crowd. I'm going to take a trip. ”

"Then I won't accompany you."

"I didn't want you to 'interfere' in the first place."

Jonny took a cold farewell and rode out of the marshal's palace to Protin's quarters. At the same moment, Oliver let out a long breath and shook his head, his face flushing slightly.

Protin was wiping the violin with a soft cloth, and when he saw this, he smiled and asked, "What, no inspiration?" ”

"Just now, I suddenly felt a little 'chaotic' in my heart, and I interrupted my train of thought." Oliver took the cow's milk, took a big sip, and used his tongue to roll away the milk stains on the side of his mouth.

"There are no 'doors' and windows at home, you are probably stuffy, right? Sitting for long periods of time is not good for blood circulation. Don't sit all the time, get up and walk around and move your body. Protin admonished.

Oliver just laughed and didn't say anything. He untied his pen and simply stood up—since he couldn't write, he might as well listen to Protin and talk about the activity. He asked seemingly casually, "Protin, where are you from?" He had wanted to ask this question for a long time, but he never found a chance to ask.

"I'm a wanderer." Protin laughed. Her nasolabial folds are particularly good-looking, just better than others.

"Oh? Isn't that the same as the Wandering Kai? Oliver saw that the other party avoided answering, and was not in a hurry, and smiled and asked if there was any. The Wandering Kai of the Sword Master of Kukai, the guardian hero of Sara's 'Mon' Luo, is actually not a Sara 'Mon' Luo person. At that time, he came from the "Gothic" continent across the ocean, so when he became famous, he took the title of "drifting".

"I'm not as good as anyone else, he's a big hero, he's a big guy. As for me, I can't even burn a bundle of fifteen gold coins. "Protin bypassed the topic at once, and she deserves to be a 'woman'.

"I'm 'quite happy' as a little person now."

Protin gave him a blank look: "No ambition!" Men have to be determined and do a great job. ”

"I'm also like you said, be willing to be ordinary, don't make a big fuss." Oliver was 'kindly' embarrassed. "By the way, what about your family?"

"There is very little contact. What do you want to do? ”

"How about I be your family?"

Protin smiled and shook his head: "I will only take care of you until you can take care of yourself completely." Really, it's just a bundle of fruit firewood, and you still want me to take care of you for the rest of your life?! How can there be such a good thing? ”

"Yes, yes, I knew I had brought a cart of fruit firewood with me." Oliver was not surprised to get this answer, but felt a sense of letting go of his heart. Of course, he wants to live in this house for the rest of his life, but if the other party doesn't want to, he doesn't force it. Anyway, after the big ups and downs, he also wanted to open it. He will cherish everything he has, and he will smile at the separation from what does not belong to him.

He walked out of the house and was immediately refreshed by the cold. In the sun, he couldn't help but look at his hands, happy from the bottom of his heart. In the past, no matter how big a good thing was, he would at most smile slightly, and imitate the teacher's style to the fullest; But after so many 'twists', he can always smile and not hide his emotions. He is finally no longer the shadow of the elegant Lancelot, but the flesh and blood of Oliver Bull Quinn. It doesn't matter if you maintain the name of "elegant person" or not, as long as you can be yourself, it's good.

At this moment, the sound of horses' hooves came from the end of the alley. Although Oliver couldn't pull the bow, his eyes were still bright, and he wondered when he looked at it: What is Jonny doing here? Then he couldn't help but be a little amused. Jonny was still the same, his eyelids drooping, as if the whole world had nothing to do with him, and he didn't know if he had fallen asleep on horseback. Wouldn't riding a horse like this hit people?

"I've been hit so hard that I'll never be able to touch the law again, so why do you still come to visit me?" Oliver was a little surprised, waved at Jonny, and then smiled: "Could it be that you still have human 'sex'?" ”

"I'm only here to look for heretics." Jonny approached, rolled over and dismounted.

Oliver was alert: "You're looking for a necromantic creature?" ”

"He is a very powerful necromantic creature who is good at singing, and is called the 'Yin' Sky Singer. Get out of the way. Jonny was succinct.

"Make it clear." Oliver didn't get out of the way.

Jonny still didn't open his eyelids: "I'm going to discern all the musicians. The one inside is called Pu or something, and it will also be examined. ”

"She can't be a necromantic creature, don't go in, it'll scare her." Oliver still wouldn't let it.

Jonny is not a master who can back down, and his body does not move: "She sings the song once, and I will leave immediately." ”

"Her singing voice is fine, and it's good!"

Hearing this, Jonny's eyelids opened slightly, revealing a trace of "essence": "How nice does it sound?" ”

"You also have a normal aesthetic? As long as you listen to her songs once, you will feel good, and all worries and worries will be swept away--"

"Haha, hahaha!" Jonny burst out laughing, interrupting Oliver. When he finished laughing, his eyes were wide open, and the rich holy element was attached to his body, like armor given by the gods. "Sure enough, luck is on St. Jonny's side! Finally found the 'Yin' Heavenly Singer for me! ”

Seeing that Jonny was about to go in, Oliver hurriedly stopped: "Why are you slandering her?" ”

"I'm telling the truth. Through singing, the audience's negative emotions - that is, resentment - are sucked away, and the resentment is 'mixed' with its own dead air, creating a 'yin' cloud of dead air anytime and anywhere, so it is called a 'yin' celestial singer. Your soul may be purified, but it is even more filthy. ”

Oliver was skeptical, and quickly retorted, "If she's a necromantic creature, why doesn't the Righteous Dance she visited know?" Doesn't the Dance of Justice possess "holy blood" that can restrain all necromantic creatures? ”

The Holy Blood only reacts to the Despicable Blood. When it comes to detecting necromantic creatures, my "stigma" is the number one in the world. Jonny lifted his hand, revealing a cross-shaped scar on the back of his hand. He 'revealed' a hideous, distorted smile, and his eyes lit up: "Blood is proof." ”

Oliver is a smart man, and in a split second he chooses to believe Jonny's words, because that's the truth. Protin's singing is indeed extremely holy, but behind the holiness lies endless filth and filth. She appeared as a human being, with filth and dirt in her body.

But what does it matter!

"Jonny, whether the person in the room is a necromantic creature or not has nothing to do with me. She was always Protin. Oliver smiled and stood firmly in front of Jonny, "If you want to go in, step on my corpse and go in." ”

The hammer fell on him as he wished. The moment he fell to the ground, he remembered not Protin, but the scenery he had seen.

Moonlight.

It's hard to see such a clear moon and such a transparent night. Perhaps, it is because the 'cloudy' clouds flow to the northwest of the continent that Yastant can have such a clear and transparent moonlit night.

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