87_87643 There is really a problem with the crystal necklace!

Morriel ignored Forty-Seven's inquiring gaze, and the knuckles of his knuckles on the table were already a little white from the exertion. Why did you ignore it...... He didn't even think much about the reason why it appeared on his neck for some reason, and gave it to Kairo! A kind of anger that had been blinded by deception erupted, and the bad omen about Kairo made her even more uneasy, and Morriel went from wary to helpless to liking for this little girl who was always smiling at her and liked to cling to her, until finally he became friends with her...... What will be her fate now because of her own negligence or being used? Will she really be swallowed up by the fog and completely wiped out?

"Little Red Riding Hood in trouble?" it seems that Forty-Seven is also very observant.

"That's right, I'm afraid there's a big problem. Morriel didn't know why, but when he saw Forty-Seven's metallic face, the depression in his heart suddenly lightened a lot.

Forty-seven looked surprised: "Don't be alarmist, Little Red Riding Hood's trouble is only a wolf!"

He stretched out his index finger, his thumb also open and perpendicular to his index finger, and made a gesture of shooting: "Uncle Hunter will be fine when he comes!"

"What Little Red Riding Hood! Don't talk nonsense!" Moriel shook Forty-Seven's hand away, as he aimed at her, "If you're going to find Kyro...... Do you know who we're going to deal with?"

"So what?" Forty-Seven looked at Moryl across the table, "Who am I? I'm Forty-Seven!"

Someone is knocking on the door.

Morrill reached out and whisked the powder-coated crumbling disc from the table to the ground—the shards turned to dust before they hit the ground.

"What are you doing, go open the door!"

The woman outside the door was familiar. Forty-Seven quickly recognized her from the magic whip dagger wrapped around her toned waist, "Oh, Mary?"

"Hah...... I didn't expect you to actually come back. ”

Mary sat a little lonely across from Moriel, and time had scratched a few faint wrinkles in the corners of her eyes, and although this did not detract from her wild beauty, the fact that she had not seen such a change in a few years also showed that she seemed to have experienced a lot.

"Looks like you're doing well. Morriel surveyed her with magical leather armor.

"Yes, of course it's good. There was a hint of resentment in Mary's voice. I don't know if it's against Mishima or Moriel: "Mishima has defeated the warrior union and other groups with the support of Agus, and turned the free town of Rain City into his back garden, adventurers are severely restricted, and even the loot brought back from the swamp has to be seen by him, plus most of the less dangerous and profitable areas are controlled by the Mishima Chamber of Commerce, fewer and fewer people come, more and more people leave, and the rest are basically lackeys who are vassal to Mishima......"

Mary suddenly laughed and raised her hand to straighten her sideburns: "Thanks to you." I'm one of them. ”

"No way. At that time, I was also forced to do so. Morriel looked into Mary's brown eyes, "So...... You're not just coming to me to catch up, are you? Mishima asked you to come?"

"yes...... Mary stretched her waist lazily like a cat, "Argus is completely finished, right?"

"It's not over. ”

"It's all the same, anyway, no one will support Mishima from now on. He lowered his voice, put his huge chest on the table and leaned over: "Although Mishima is strictly blocking news in the city, where can such a big thing be suppressed......?

"But now you're back. Mary looked at Moriel with a smirk: "How can he not be anxious? Naturally, he will send me to find out your tone - he will invite you to a dinner party, saying that he will give you a grand welcome banquet!"

Morrill groaned.

"You can go back and sue Sù Mishima. It's over, and I have no intention of pursuing anything further. I don't want to go to any banquet with him, if he's free, then come to me, I have something to ask him. ”

Before she walked out of the room, Mary looked back at Forty-Seven as she saw off her guests.

"I can't imagine it. You're the same tattered construct you were back in...... I'm really envious of Moriel. ”

Forty-Seven shrugged, he could finally shrug, "It's just a few system upgrades." ”

"What now?" Forty-Seven closed the door, "Are you sure that guy will come to see you?"

"Forget it...... I doubt what the odds are that you'll bring alive. Morriel teased, taking the few vials of magic materials on the table into his arms, Forty-Seven wondered how she couldn't see the bottles and jars she had collected, and if she would have a pocket like a cat.

"Mishima will come. Even if he didn't care that I was once the commander of the Argus Empire's mage troops, he would have wanted to ask me about the specific news of Argus...... Ultimately. It's just a minor character, and if it weren't for the fact that he might have known Kairo's last whereabouts, I wouldn't really be interested in him. ”

"Well, okay. Forty-seven said it didn't matter: "Singh has already ...... anyway I'm also not interested in settling old accounts with him. ”

Mishima was not long in coming.

His pomp and circumstance was quite large—when Forty-Seven opened the door, he found that the retinue brought by the mage, who had obviously gained a lot of weight, had filled the hallways to the brim, and even the staircase was guarded.

Mishima was a little surprised when he saw Forty-Seven. but

There was a special reaction, and Mary behind him looked at Forty-Seven in a perceiving look, and it seemed that she had not told Forty-Seven about Forty-Seven's return with Moriel.

Morriel was also taken aback, because Mishima was wearing a white mage robe embroidered with golden runes, which was something that only a few high-ranking mages in the Supreme Council were qualified to wear, but soon Moriel was relieved, as a high-ranking emperor of the earth, no one cared if he did this--besides, the identity certificate of the archmage was not such a nondescript robe.

"I really didn't expect you to become the commander of the Imperial Battle Mage Force......" Mishima's face seemed a little embarrassed when he noticed Moriel looking at his lichen, "And I can only defend this small place in the end...... I think. This is probably the so-called unpredictable blessing and misfortune, right?"

"Oh, so I should thank you for telling the truth?" Morriel didn't save face for Mishima, "I'm not a commander anymore, the Council is dissolved, and I've left Argus - you don't know anything about Argus, do you?"

"Yes, Agus is in a mess. It's a little strange that Mishima didn't seem to react to Argus's change as he should, maybe he was better at hiding his emotions, maybe he was confident that he had firmly squeezed Yucheng in the palm of his hand, anyway, his tone seemed to be saying something unrelated: "I really didn't expect that the Emperor would have the courage to attack the Supreme Council." I didn't expect that the Council would go from being a dominant force to a complete defeat due to the sudden loss of control of the super-constructed weapon. Even Speaker Singh was killed unexpectedly......"

Morriel didn't try to correct his mistake, anyway, except for a few people who actually participated in the battle and a few Night Elves, even the people of Argus believed that the Tower of Seven Sins crashed accidentally: "Is it still very well-informed...... Looks like you're ready to handle a situation without Agus' support?"

"Don't dare to be. Mishima waved his hand: "If Miss Morrill is going to come back to Rain City for a long time, I will definitely retreat - although it is still a little difficult to accept emotionally, I have to admit that you have far surpassed me. ”

"You can rest assured of that. Morriel decided not to continue this meaningless reminiscence: "I'm just coming back to see, and I've always been a passer-by in Rain City...... Actually, I'm mainly trying to ask you about someone. Kyro, the little girl on South Street who sells magical items and potions, do you know where she went?"

Once again, Mishima's reaction was beyond Moriel's expectations.

"Oh, you said Carro—" he smiled heartily, "I happen to know a few friends, and they might tell you something." ”

The door opened, and three men walked in. They are all dressed in ordinary black clothes, and their appearance is also very ordinary, which is a typical type that will forget jì when you see it, but their expressions all have a strange fanaticism.

The forty-seven pupils that had been leaning against the corner of the wall without saying a word contracted, and the red fire in his eyes was as sharp as a needle.

Mishima moved out of the way. Step aside and stand with Mary. Mary looked at the three men a little stupidly, a little confused about where they came from, and why she didn't notice at all on the way to the White Blade Tavern with Mishima.

"Mishima's friends?" Moriel tapped lightly on the table, "I've never seen you before." ”

"Huh...... You've been away from Rain City for a while, haven't you......" The man in black in the middle let out a burst of laughter, "We've heard of you, Miss Moriel, the beautiful prophetic mage. ”

"One of my least favorite things is not knowing people who know me. Say, about Kyro. What news do you have to tell me?"

The man in black spread his hands as if he were Moriel's most trusted friend: "Don't be so sensitive, female mage. We don't know more about that little girl than you do. We're here just to offer a word of advice to our friends who might be: leave that little girl alone. As a promising young mage, you have more important things to do, don't you?"

Moriel's gaze turned cold.

"Who are you?"

The man in black didn't answer immediately, but stretched out his finger and scratched it on the table—and as he moved, a faint skull pattern flashed and vanished.

"Darkday, are you from the church of Ciric?" Morrill recognized the sign. All the clues are strung together.

When the man in black heard the name, he immediately straightened up. It was as if the name had some kind of strange magic: "That's right!

"And what do you want?" Morrill asked, in an unkind tone.

"Miss Morrill, it's none of your business. The black-clad credibly leaned forward and said with a hint of threat, "You can travel, or you can stay in Rain City, as long as you don't interfere with our land—"

Morrill jerked his head. The heads of the Hireks, who had just been boastful, exploded like a watermelon that had been trampled by a mammoth, and the ground could not rot again, and blood and brains were sprayed everywhere - fortunately, Moriel's spell to protect him from the rain still did not work.

Forty-seven's throwing hammer blasted the heads of the cultists, shattering a wall and flying into the next door—fortunately there were no inhabitants.

"What a fool looking for death today. ”

"Can't you wait for someone else to finish talking before you do it: you have the intention of preparing for battle.

"Bold!" the other two cultists immediately drew their weapons—which were burning with Ciric's runes. That's one located in purple

In the center is a white skull without a lower palate, emitting an evil aura. At the same time, the fourth cultist, who had not yet appeared, rushed in and raised his crossbow at Moriel, the arrows glinting with a deadly black sheen.

Their preparation was not inadequate, but the earth dog had to deal with the dragon, and no matter how sharp the claws were. Before the crossbow machine could be pulled, the poison arrow was drawn by an arrow step forward by Forty-Seven. Then he stabbed the crossbowman in the eye, the violent poison useless, for the arrow had peeked out of the back of his head, and then he grabbed the skeletal sword stabbed by another cultist, twisted it into a twist, and kicked him into the next door with his foot, slamming it into the ram wall, which collapsed as well.

The remaining cultist, who appeared to be a priest, was holding up his mace and calling out to Ciric's holy name, begging him to give him strength, but before Darksun could reply, he was punched in the mouth by Forty-Seven-One. As a result, he threw himself back, his mouth full of teeth flying out and bursting to the ceiling, and even one of his eyes was shaken out by the terrible impact.

Mishima was stunned by the clean-cut bloody slaughter between the lightning and the fire, and he didn't even react when he was lifted up by Forty-Seven by the neck, and only showed an incredulous look of horror when he was thrown on his back on a table mixed with blood and brains.

"Mr. Mishima. Moriel motioned for Forty-Seven to relax a little, as Mishima's face turned purple: "You have always been a very smart person...... But I think you're a little too clever sometimes. When did you hook up with Ciric's church?"

"Moriel, listen to me......"

"Say, I'm listening. ”

From Mishima's somewhat transfigured narrative, Morrill learns that the Syric's cultists had only tracked him down after Kairo had left, and that they had secretly approached Mishima, who ruled Rain City, after finding themselves a little late. After inquiring about the news and asking for Mishima's support, Mishima initially distanced himself from this notorious church, but after learning of the collapse of the Argus Empire, he immediately made a 180-degree turn, close to Ciric's church, hoping to gain a new backer to maintain his dangerous rule in Rain City. However, it seems that because they feel that there are not many clues to use in Rain City, the high-ranking cultists have left a few days ago, and only a few people are left to hide in the Mishima Chamber of Commerce, and today Moriel's search for Kairo attracted their attention, although they thought that Morriel did not know anything, but out of the arrogance and arrogance of their sect, they decided to give this former commander of Argus a warning, if it didn't work, it would end with murder - I am more used to slaughter, Forty-Seven thought as he listened.

"I've told you all...... Miss Morriel," Mishima gasped, "it really has nothing to do with me. I don't know why they were looking for Carlo, and today's incident wasn't my idea......"

"I know. Let him go. Morrill waved his hand. Now that Mishima is useless, it is impossible to pose any threat to himself, so he has to toss around in Rain City, he has more important things to do.

Forty-seven pulled him up, but still held him by the collar: "You're in luck." You'd better pray that I don't see you again - you know? I hated you before, and now your stupidity makes me hate even more. ”

"Huh?" Mishima didn't react a little, though he noticed Forty-Seven Metallic Skin. But he still doesn't recognize him, and still thinks of him as a humanoid construct that Moriel brought from the Argus Empire: "It's ......"

Mishima didn't have a chance to recognize Forty-Seven. Because he is dead. Mary took advantage of Mishima's listening to Forty-Seven to walk behind the mage, then drew her dagger and plunged it into his heart from behind, stirring inside.

"Can't you wait for someone else to finish speaking?" Forty-Seven threw down Mishima, who was not staring at him, and used Morriel's words to teach him to Mary as they were.

"Don't do it now, and after you leave Rain City, will you continue to let him do it?" Mary lifted one foot, wiped the short sword on the sole of her boot twice, and then inserted it back into her waist: "All the people in Rain City are eager for him to die quickly, and they don't know when they miss this opportunity today." ”

She saluted the two of them, turned around and walked out of the room, and then she heard her order to the former Mishima men who were still waiting outside in fear: "Mishima is dead! From now on, the Rain City Warrior Guild will break away from the Mishima Chamber of Commerce and become independent again! I have had enough of the stupid and harsh regulations of the Mishima Chamber of Commerce!"

"Actually, you're right," Forty-Seven listened to the voice of the group leaving after a brief moment of confusion, "She's finally going to be the queen." ”

"If you like, you can stay and give her a hand. Morrill stood, careful to avoid the corpses and blood.

"Oh? Can I interpret this as a command?"

"Shut up, let's go!

It was still raining sporadically in the night's rainy city, there was no one in the streets, and the houses in the shadow of the high walls of the camp were becoming more and more lonely in the darkness, but this situation was about to be broken - the white-bladed hotel behind it had already pulled up the drawbridge, and the adventurers who did not want to wade into the muddy waters for the tonight's melee were hiding inside.

"Walking at night...... Don't you have to rest, where are we going now?"

"Now that Kyro has disappeared wearing that necklace, the Cultists of Cirek are looking for her again...... Then I think I should go back to the temple of the Mist Lady, maybe there is a clue. "No, I'm going to the swamp again