Whispering Verse

Chapter 855 Tree Vine and Witch

"You men."

Miss Martha suddenly laughed, and then stood up from the sofa:

"My luck today is really bad."

"Miss Martha, don't worry. Once Gray Gloves finds the real murderer among the three of you, you can leave safely."

Colonel Wood, the only one present who didn't know who the real murderer was, said, getting slightly closer to Miss Martha, he didn't seem to think that the gorgeously dressed lady in front of him was the poisoner.

"No, when I talk about bad luck, I don't mean that you force me to be the murderer."

The woman held her left arm in front of her chest, supported her right elbow, raised her right hand to her ear, and looked at the colonel with charming eyes:

"I mean, I didn't expect Princess Margaret of Anjou to appear here, and Count Sachia happened to die in front of her. If it hadn't been for such an unfortunate thing, I wouldn't have been forced to stay by you. "

Colonel Wood just smiled and did not answer. Miss Martha glanced at the leather gun bag on his waist and said again:

"So, according to the plan, you couldn't find any evidence that I poisoned you, but now because of the arrival of Margaret Anjou, you skipped the evidence and directly identified me as the murderer. This is really bad luck. .When we made the plan, who could have thought that something like this would happen?"

"What, you."

Colonel Wood was shocked and was about to say something, but he didn't expect that Miss Martha's raised right hand was just lightly waved in front of him. The captain of the Royal Guards immediately collapsed and fell unconscious on the ground. The alchemical item ring on Miss Martha's finger must have the effect of making ordinary people comatose.

While the colonel fell, she skillfully grabbed Mr. Wood's gun bag, took out the pistol and pointed it at the other two men standing near the door.

"Don't shoot!"

Shade and Mr. Bernhardt immediately raised their hands in unison and stood side by side looking at her:

"Miss Martha, is it really you?!"

Mr. Bernhardt asked, still "shocked."

"Yes, there is obviously no flaw, and ordinary people cannot detect the toxin at all, but it is still because of this ridiculous reason."

Although the woman still had a smile on her face, her tone was full of reluctance:

"Two gentlemen, don't let me notice any little moves on your part. After I leave, you will be safe."

"No, you absolutely don't dare to shoot."

Shade spoke in broken Kasenric and said:

"Colonel Wood's .46-8 pistol, without a silencer, the sound of a shot can startle an entire building. And now there are not only the Royal Guards outside, but also people coming from the manor where the princess is staying. Other attendants and servants. As long as you dare to shoot, you will never leave today no matter what."

"Are you deliberately irritating me? Mr. Delrayon?"

Miss Martha's smile disappeared and she asked softly. She pointed the gun at Shade with her left hand, and then walked towards the two of them:

"If I remember correctly, you were the one who suggested that I was the murderer just now. You, a guy who is used to using power to wrong ordinary people, really deserve to die."

As he said that, the ring on his right hand suddenly shook at Sha De. Sha De was stunned for a moment, and then he fell straight down.

Mr. Bernhardt, who was still raising his hands, opened his mouth slightly and looked at Shade on the ground in surprise, and then said to Miss Martha:

"What is this? A trick?"

Miss Martha didn't even bother to pay attention to him, and waved her ring at the Viscount, and Herr Bernhardt also fell down. He fell very levelly without overpowering Shade.

After kicking Mr. Bernhardt, Miss Martha carefully touched her ring:

"The cracks got so big that it could only be used two more times."

As he spoke, he walked to the window and opened it. Outside the window was the garbage alley behind the White King Club. Glancing down, he took out the rouge box he carried with him from his pocket, opened it and placed it on the windowsill. Then, he opened the closet in the corner and pulled out a few more clothes, then walked into the separate bathroom in the room and locked the door.

Shade and Mr. Bernhardt who fell to the ground immediately opened their eyes. Shade casually threw the silence spell sent by Iluna on the ground, and then got up together with Mr. Bernhardt:

"No matter what the other party wanted to murder the count, it has nothing to do with us. Next, we will continue to pretend to be unconscious, wait for her to leave, then shout loudly and wake up the colonel."

Shade suggested, and Mr. Bernhardt nodded immediately:

"After a while, I used the talent of dreaming to enter Colonel Wood's dream to stabilize his mind that was affected by the ring. Then I changed his memory and made him realize that this matter is only related to the woman in the bathroom and will not involve us. of."

Shade nodded, and then motioned for Mr. Bernhardt to lie down on the ground again with him. But before he spoke, his expression suddenly changed:

"Oops?"

"What's wrong?"

The vampire is puzzled:

"The other party is just an ordinary person with alchemical items, what's so bad?"

Then he saw Shade grabbing the pendant on his chest and looking towards the door with a horrified expression:

"My badge is heating up, there is one nearby"

"careful!"

Mr. Bernhardt pushed Shade hard, and the next moment, a green vine like a flying arrow shot from the window, passed through the place where Shade had been standing, and was directly nailed into the wall.

"who?"

The two of them looked at the window together and saw dense vines stretching in from outside the window until a short, fat man with a bald head and scars on the edge of his head was pulled up from the outside.

He wore a brown woolen vest outside his black coat, a necklace made of bone products hung on his chest, and a tree vine was tied around his right wrist. After crossing the window sill, he first picked up the metal rouge box, then took off his hat, revealing the blue tattoo on his bald head, and frowned at Shade and Mr. Bernhardt:

"Martha sent a signal for me to help her escape. Is it because of you two?"

His Kasenlik lingua franca is very strange, and his accent is very thick, not like someone from a big city.

[Middle Ring, Fifth Ring Road or Sixth Ring Road. 】

The voice in his ear reminded Shade softly. Shade was still holding the increasingly hot pendant on his chest with his left hand, while Mr. Bernhard frowned and looked at the other person, especially the weird tattoo on the other person's bald head:

"Are you a member of the Pantanal Voodoo Society? Are you so brave? Murder an ordinary count? Do you really think that the Inquisition does not exist?"

"Since you have seen it, then"

Before the short, fat, bald man could finish speaking, Shade interrupted:

"I have a suggestion. Although there is a silencing spell here, how about we fight as quietly as possible? It's best not to use thaumaturgy or spells, and just fight with fists and kicks. It's best to use both fists and kicks."

The five-ring warlock's life ring appeared with a kick, and the blasphemous spiritual rune [vine] flashed with spiritual light, as if the vines growing from the bald man's body pierced Shade. Shade immediately dispersed into a group of butterflies, allowing the vines to Swarms of butterflies. Then the vines stung Mr. Bernhardt like poisonous snakes. The latter grabbed the green vines, and the vines immediately wrapped around his wrist.

"You all keep your voices down!"

Shade lowered his voice and emphasized again, dripping "Weather Vane Bluegrass Extract" on the tip of his tongue, and then took a step forward and came directly to the bald man's side:

"keep your voice down!"

The two-handed sword fell silently, and the bright moonlight seemed to be able to split the space directly. But in the end, only a few vines were split open by Shade. At the moment when the moonlight sword was about to hit, the bald man actually swapped places with the vines that were entangled with Mr. Bernhardt.

"No matter who you are, now that you know the truth of this matter, you will all die!"

The bald man said loudly and punched Mr. Bernhardt, but the seventh-ring vampire seed Lord grabbed his wrist with his backhand and threw him to the ground.

"Space stabilizing halo!"

Shade slammed his left foot on the ground to prevent the opponent from changing positions with the vines again, and then raised his sword and struck at it:

"I told you to keep your voice down, didn't you hear me?"

The moonlight sword successfully struck the opponent's shoulder, but it did not cut off the man's shoulder as Shade imagined. Inside the skin, there are actually squirming green tree vines. As those green tree vines penetrated the layer of human skin, the chaotic tree vines swayed in the air like giant worms, spraying highly toxic corrosive liquid around them, forcing Shade and Mr. Bernhardt to retreat. But the tree vines took this opportunity to rush to the door, and at a distance of five meters from the door, they once again gathered into the bald man.

"Poison Ivy Magis of the Pantanal Voodoo!"

Mr. Bernhardt finally recognized this person, and then whispered to Shade:

"The Church of Nature has put a reward of 3,000 pounds on his head."

"Don't worry about the reward yet."

Shade said anxiously, looking at the door behind the bald man with some horror:

"I asked you to keep your voice down, but you didn't listen, now."

The door handle turned, and at the same time as the metal parts inside the door made a sound, the closed door was pushed open.

A young lady with short black shawl hair, wearing a long red dress decorated with eye-shaped gemstones, walked in from the door. The high heels hit the floor, making a pleasant sound, and the hem of the skirt swayed with the wind, making her height appear even taller. His brows were slightly furrowed, but it did not affect his beauty beyond ordinary people at all. His eyes were puzzled, but they could not hide the look in his sharp eyes.

He looks about twenty years old, with a fair face and an appearance that makes people stop breathing. If the beauty of Princess Margaret of Anjou whom I met not long ago is almost unmatched, then the lady who closed the door after entering has a beauty that is definitely unmatched.

Miss Emma Sylvia, the thirteenth seat of the Witch Council, the Grand Witch, came to the outsiders in an unexpected way on this early winter afternoon full of surprises. In this season, the vineyards in the red wine capital of the South no longer have the beauty of midsummer. Just like Xia De's mood at the moment, they have been enveloped in a bone-chilling chill.