Duke of Grief

"Is anyone at home?"

Ziegler knocked on the door in front of him, and the person living next door probed out to see what was happening, but was taken aback by the soldiers standing around the house, and quickly drew his head back.

After waiting for a while, Ziegler sighed: "It seems nobody is..."

Then kicked the door open and led the doll girl into the room. The soldiers blinked and looked at each other, not choosing to shrink the defense range-because this was what Mr. Ziegler told them to be safe. The scope, before the departure, the maid and the grownups let them obey the command of Mr. Ziegler in this operation, then they will naturally not violate the order.

Red Dragon walked into the house with the doll girl swaying, looked around the room, and shrugged helplessly, "Run away! It seems they have already noticed..."

The objects in the house are showing signs of being used, and the things in the kitchen are very clean, it seems that they should have run away long ago.

Although their previous actions weren't sensational, the actions were slightly larger.

After all, that is the believer of the plague church. From the mouth of the former dead man, he learned the location of some of the believers of the plague church. Whether it is true or not, anyway, first of all represents the advantage.

Who knows if they carry something like'plague'?

The deceased was an adventurer before. It’s smart to be able to use this route to mix in. Many adventurers mostly committed crimes in certain territories. There are not many good people in this group, even if they haven’t done too much. Children and dogs must have done it, and they didn’t like to be censured, so the inspection of outsiders such as adventurers and mercenaries at the Principality’s borders was slightly looser.

Due to the many sweeps of the old duke before, there are few cultists in the Principality of Sad Wind, and now there are more transit inspections, and even fewer cultists can sneak in without knowing it.

As a result, I didn't expect that there are so many digs in one go. If the guardians of every border town are knights, the maid is a little bit doubtful that they have taken bribes.

Hanging around in this room, Ziegler touched the head of the puppet girl next to him and said with emotion: "Rena, if it were me, I would definitely plant a'plague seed' here, and wait for the investigator Release the plague upon arrival... Of course, if I have escaped long ago, then for safety, I will not lurking around here, but set a detonation time, wait until the time is up, then detonate the seed and divert attention So that I can escape more smoothly."

"So……"

clatter!

Ziegler grinned and snapped his fingers.

The soldiers guarding the house suddenly appeared in front of them with a semi-circular cover, which scared them.

Then they could see that the house in the hood suddenly exploded!

Flames spewed out of the house, and they came to them in an instant. They raised their hands in horror to stop them, and exclaimed.

But the flames stopped in front of them, and the cover that suddenly appeared in front of them was shrouded in it, and no trace of it leaked out.

In a blink of an eye, their field of vision was filled with crimson, and all the heat and sound were confined to the hood. The only thing that made them aware of the change was the blazing firelight.

After a moment of inactivity, they reacted-Mr. Ziegler was still inside! They are counted!

Immediately afterwards, they saw the flame in front of them start to flow backwards, as if the time began to reset and return back, and eventually disappeared without a trace.

Ziegler stood in an open area and flicked his underwear, his face lightly smiling and relaxed.

The soldiers watched dumbly until the hood in front of them shattered and turned into a light spot, and they didn't recover.

It turned out that they were not calculated before, but the movement made by Mr. Ziegler? Otherwise, how could that mask appear!

For a while, the morale of the soldiers increased, and Mr. Ziegler was so powerful!

Until they saw the girl who had been with Mr. Ziegler, lifted her feet and kicked him in the leg bend.

The soldiers' smiles froze, and Ziegler took a breath-very painful, and he seemed to have numb legs!

Looking back bitterly, he saw the puppet girl staring at him vigorously, his hands empty...

Just now... he seemed...to be careless...

Red Dragon sighed and looked up and down at his "little maid". Although it was a maid, how did it look more like a daughter?

Ziegler raised his hand and touched the head of the puppet girl, helplessly comforting: "Okay, okay, don't be angry, go back and buy you! Good boy."

"Humph!"

The puppet girl snorted softly, and turned her head away and shook Ziegler's hand away.

Ziegler scratched his hair awkwardly, always feeling like a spoiled daughter, but the daughter was like her dad.

After looking around, he found that the soldiers were staring at him stunnedly, and he snorted somehow: "Look what to see, let's go!"

The soldiers looked at each other, then smiled when they saw Ziegler pulling the doll girl away.

…………

"Not a trap?" Cervantes asked doubtfully.

"I don't know!" Ziegler shrugged and shook his head. "You ask me how do I know? Maybe it's a trap, maybe it's not, but I don't know if it is, it's a question destined to have no answer unless we To know what they are thinking about."

Cervantes frowned, and Ziegler said it was nonsense, but it did.

Saying'may not be a trap' is because they made a lot of noise before, and saying'may be a trap' is the same, because they are making a big noise, so the talent can escape in time, otherwise they may be able to find something. This stage ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ was then besieged by the people of the plague church-if they were so hard to pay so much.

This is a question destined to have no answer, unless they can know what the people in the plague church think, but that is obviously impossible.

"Then... the clue broke?" Black Dragon asked again.

"Then it depends on whether it is a trap!"

The topic returned to its original form, and Ziegler happily analyzed: "If it is not a trap, they will not do anything afterwards, but will instead try their best to shrink and wait for the limelight to pass and then come out to make trouble; but if it is In the case of a trap, someone may be caught by us in a long time, and a'clue' will be sent again. But the'clue' we caught by luck was specially arranged for us to catch, which is not unexpected. Know, so whether that is a trap or not is still unclear."

After hearing this, Cervantes frowned.

Ziegler also thought about it for a while, but he quickly recovered and he smiled, not knowing what other ideas he had.

"Cervantes, isn't that food hunter still in town?" Ziegler asked with a smile.

Cervantes raised his eyes, "Still, what?"

"Anyway, she's a legend anyway, right?" Ziegler snickered, "I remember her purpose here is to "gourmet"? Serena and you should still have a lot of food not released , So... hehe!"

Red Dragon raised his eyebrows, revealing a "you know" smile.

This time, Cervantes did not refute him, but nodded thoughtfully. "This is indeed a good idea..."

"so be it!"

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