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"What movement!"

Feeling a strong presence of light in the dark, the dwarf who was creating an artifact in his dream suddenly opened his eyes, and a Gulu sat up from the bed.

Then he fell straight down.

"Neck... neck..."

Feeling that the broken bones in his neck seemed to be displaced a bit, the dwarf commander broke out in a cold sweat and forgot the possibility of a new ninth-order professional.

Just kidding, Lord is now a complete master craftsman, what is he like a ninth-order professional?

There are so many forces in the entire Austrian continent, no matter how the ninth-order professional is, there must be dozens of people, right? But the number of **** craftsmen is only two hands at most, and now the master is much more expensive than the ninth-order professional!

A young man with such a promising future... A middle-aged **** craftsman, if he has not had time to comfort his ancestors, he would have twisted his neck and hung up in his sleep, it would definitely be the loss of all dwarves... and even the entire Austrian continent!

"Dru! Little Drew!"

Potting his **** and arching on the bed like a big meat worm, after realizing that he was absolutely unable to get up with his own abilities, Sanqiu Divine Craftsman hurriedly protected his neck and roared cautiously in the dull sound of "thunder". :

"Quick! Come and help me! My neck is dislocated again!"

With his thunderous voice, the muffled roar around him came to an abrupt end, and two sleepy mutterings came from the small bed outside.

"Just come... come right away... Uncle Sancho, are you having a dream again?"

Accompanied by the sound of Hache and the creaking of the wooden bed, the person sleeping outside rubbed on the lamp and walked over with his shoes.

Shaking the alchemy lantern in his hand forward, and after seeing the look of Master Sanqiu, who looked like a wild boar grabbing food, the young dwarf with a full beard burst out in joy.

"Uncle? Why are you holding this pose this time? Did you see my aunt in a dream?"

Sancho's cheeks twitched when he heard this.

Pull it down! Just like your aunt... If it's really unlucky enough to dream of her, then your uncle and I should have both hands on the crotch now!

"Stop talking **** over there!"

After pouting and yelling at the young dwarf, Sancho God Craftsman said with a painful expression:

"Hurry up and give me a hand! My neck...why are you so clueless as a child?"

"I'm coming."

After placing the lamp on the table next to him with a smile, the young dwarf walked over with a pure iron neck brace. After finding a good angle to clip the neck brace in his hand, he carefully supported Sancho's neck and tried to help him sit upright.

However, although the dwarves are good at hitting things, and can even use a heavy hammer of 100 pounds to smash delicate inscriptions on a thick iron plate, they are really unique in taking care of people. The hammer causes the hand strength to be seriously exceeded, and there is no such thing as "cautious".

There was only a crisp click, and Sancho's overwhelmed neck slammed into a jerk, knocking directly against the edge of the iron neck brace, causing the gold stars to burst out in front of him in pain.

"You're light... forget it..."

Abandoning the completely impossible order, Sancho said with a sullen expression:

"Didn't that bishop promise to help me heal my neck? It's been so long, why haven't you seen the letter?"

"Uncle Sancho, I have asked someone to ask about this."

After lighting up the dim lamps a little, the young dwarf turned his head and said helplessly:

"Originally, it was indeed already assigned to you, but it seems that something happened later. The saintess of the Holy See began to lead people to clear the underground forces of the Holy Empire. I heard that the fighting was very fierce, resulting in serious injuries and reductions in many legions. Limbs destroyed by special energy.

The requirement to regenerate the limbs at the same time to pull out the alien energy is very high requirements for the strength of the magic, and the average healer can't do it at all, so the bishop of Hawkins suddenly became a sweet pastry, and the schedule was all It was crowded with people from the Holy See of Light, we might have to wait a few more months..."

Will it be like this for a few more months? Then I might as well just die!

Feeling the cold touch around his neck, Sancho, who was leaning on the head of the bed, first sighed, and then he seemed to have suddenly remembered something, and asked:

"If the bishop can't do it... what about the minister? The minister in the northern province is half a level higher than the bishop, right? Will that white-haired girl do the magic trick to heal the neck?"

"This...I never asked."

After the young dwarf hesitated for a moment, the dense beard on his face arched, and he muttered:

"But I don't think it's very likely. According to what Lord William said before we came here, the bishop is the face of a parish, and the minister is the fist of a parish, so the minister should be someone who can fight, it's basically impossible. For the neck, right?"

"You don't care if she has a face or a fist, as long as she is someone who can use holy light!"

Although he knew that little Drew was right, Sancho couldn't bear it for a day when a sneeze could dislocate his cervical vertebrae.

I saw that he turned his neck with difficulty, and pleaded with an uncomfortable face:

"Tomorrow, go and ask her for help! You've seen how hard Uncle has been during this time. When his neck is dislocated, he doesn't even dare to look down. If he wants to pee, he has to ask someone to help him... If you can cure my neck sooner, wouldn't you also worry about it?"

"Then... that's fine..."

After thinking about it for a while, he felt that what he said was reasonable, and the young dwarf nodded and replied:

"I'll go tomorrow... um... It doesn't seem to work tomorrow. I'll go to the minister the day after tomorrow and ask."

Sancho frowned when he heard the words, and said a little puzzled:

"The Holy See of Light doesn't rest, why not tomorrow?"

"The Holy See of Light will not rest, but the Holy Empire has something to do tomorrow."

After tilting his head for a while, the young dwarf said:

"The emperor of the Holy Empire seems to be getting married. The wedding was held in the northern province, and I think the entire northern province is qualified to witness the marriage of the emperor, and the white-haired minister should be the only one left?"

"Oh, that's how it is……"

After smacking his lips in disappointment, Sancho seemed to have suddenly remembered something, and asked curiously:

"The emperor of the Holy Empire is getting married? Shouldn't the Pope be asked to witness the marriage for such a big event? And why did he come all the way to the northern province to hold the wedding?"

"The emperor of the Holy Empire is going to get married. It would be good to write a notice to tell ordinary people. It is impossible to write his thoughts. How do I know why he came here to get married?"

After some helplessly spread his hands, the young dwarf turned to look expectantly:

"Uncle Sancho...that...I see that when you have this neck brace, your neck is actually fine.

In this way, why don't you pay more attention to yourself tomorrow, give me a day off with me, and let me and Miss Melanie and the others go to see the fun? "

Tsk... this unscrupulous brat! Uncle, in your eyes, isn't it important to break the fun?

After fiercely rolling his eyes at the young dwarf, Sancho sighed, and waved his hand with a dejected expression:

"Go, go, go!

Alas... that's right, it's not bad that we can catch up with eight or nine times in our lives when it comes to the wedding of the emperor of the Holy Empire, and if we happen to be able to follow along to join in the fun, maybe it's just this one...

go Go! Remember to tell me about it when you come back. Uncle is actually very curious. "

"Okay! Uncle, rest first! I'm going back to sleep!"

Seeing that he had successfully applied for leave, the young dwarf was so happy that his beard moved, he helped Sancho to put the pillow behind his back, and after supporting him, he ran back to the outside with the alchemy lamp, got back to the bed and started to continue. Head asleep.

Not long after, the thunderous snoring sounded again.

Che... Heartless young people sleep fast!

The half-relying and half-relying position was really not comfortable, plus the pain had caused a lot of cold sweat before, and the stickiness on his body was very uncomfortable. Sancho couldn't fall back to sleep after squinting for a long time, so he had to reopen his eyes and start thinking wildly.

The wedding of the Emperor of the Holy Empire... um... The last time I heard the news was when I proposed to little Lysa.

At that time, she was still one of the most beautiful women in the castle, her face and figure were first-class, but anyone who saw her would have to praise her...

"Auntie, your waist is really thick!"

? ? ?

Squeak twisted his neck more than 90 degrees, Sancho's eyes were bigger than copper bells, and he stared at the door to the outside on the left with a shocked expression, the power of both ears was instantly raised to the limit.

"Aunt... no... no..."

! ! !

"No way... Auntie... I... I can't... do this again..."

As the young dwarf babbled indistinctly, Sancho Divine Craftsman's neck slammed into a straight line, his eyes spit out the quilt and he was about to rush out.

"I can't eat anymore... I really can't keep eating anymore..."

"..."

fuck! You **** bastard! What do you do when you talk in your sleep so brokenly?

Knowing that he had misunderstood, Sangqiu's anger suddenly vented, and he felt a sharp pain around his neck, but before he could scream, a new dream came from the outside.

"Aunt...that...is Sister Agina back? I...I think I want to tell her...hehe...I can't tell you this..."

"..."

(╬￣Dish￣)o

Although the young dwarf's sleep talk didn't say anything, it seemed that everything was finished.

And when he heard this sound, all men knew, hehe, Sancho's blood and energy rushed up again after he had just fallen back, only to see him abruptly swallowing the screams back into his stomach, turning over and getting out of bed enduring the severe pain. , staggeringly touched the outside.

My baby girl Agina...good! Well done! Either you die or I die today!

...

Looking at the young dwarf who had a bruised nose and a swollen face, but had a happy face for some unknown reason, Little Daisy tilted her head in confusion and asked curiously:

"So... did you fail to ask for leave? Also, what happened to your face? That uncle whose neck was always crooked hit you?"

"Ah... I actually succeeded in applying for leave, but there was a little problem later, but the final result was not bad."

After hearing Little Daisy's question, the young dwarf thought about what happened last night, and couldn't help but grinned at her, revealing several missing front teeth, and then turned to the frowning Melanie beside him. road:

"Miss Melanie, Uncle Sancho...well...let's call it that first.

In short, he twisted his neck again last night, and this time the twist was very heavy, and he couldn't be taken care of for the time being, so I can't watch the fun with you, and please pay attention to safety! "

"Well, I see."

After waving her hand absently, Melanie looked worriedly in a certain direction.

Just last night, an extremely strong aura of holy light came from there. Although it is far inferior to the old man, it is already the strength of the ninth order.

For most of the ninth-order powerhouses, it is very easy to control their own breath. Generally, only when they have just broken through or fought a war, will they release their power so unrestrainedly, and according to the strength of the breath Judging from the number, this time the situation is obviously the former...

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Damn old man! Damn Holy See! Silently, there is another ninth-order professional! I knew I should have...

"Melanie? What's wrong with you?"

Noticing that her mood was a little abnormal, the cook raised her hand and pulled the skirt of her knees to her knees, squatted down and touched Melanie's forehead worriedly, and then lifted the bangs on Melanie's forehead, using His lower lip touched lightly.

"It's strange, it doesn't burn...but your complexion has never been very good-looking, is there any discomfort in your body?"

"No no."

Feeling the warm big hand on her forehead, Melanie's sinister gaze disappeared instantly. Not only did she narrow her eyes like a well-behaved kitten, she even used her forehead to gently drill into the kitchen lady's warm palm. .

"I just think of some people from the past... um... some more annoying relatives..."

"A more annoying relative?"

The cook heard the words and asked worriedly:

"Melany, is someone in the Vankins family treating you badly?"

"Ah... that's not true. The relatives I'm talking about are from my mother's side."

Although it was impossible for the cook to know who she was talking about~www.wuxiaspot.com~, with the intention of being able to scold a few words without being able to bite, Melanie said with a look of hatred:

"My grandfather was a complete asshole! For the sake of his status, he even had the heart to watch his daughter die! In short, he was bad!

In addition to him, there is my aunt, the bad woman who likes to squint her eyes a little bit better than the old man, but it's not a good thing! Every time I settled down a little, she would come to the door and hit me with a big stick! It hurts! "

"Ah? Is it so excessive?"

After listening to Melanie's accusation of confounding black and white, the cook first covered her lips in surprise, then hugged her into her arms with red eyes, kissed her forehead softly, and comforted her softly:

"It's over, it's over.

Now that you have your elder brother to protect you, Sir William is very powerful and is still an earl, your bad aunt will definitely not dare to come and beat you again! "

After listening to the consolation from the cook, Melanie, who was lying comfortably on her shoulders, froze for a while, her expression as if she had eaten a basket of brown bread from Little Daisy.

My **** aunt is no longer coming, but the William in your mouth also beats me, and every time he uses a different weapon to fight, but he is too embarrassed to call it "sparing".

Pooh! I see him as a pervert who likes to beat children! And he has all colluded with that bad woman, maybe he will come and beat me together at any time... um...

Looking at the two familiar figures on the street corner, Melanie's eyes suddenly widened, and her body trembled uncontrollably.

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