Have You Considered Xinyue to Be a Military Division?

Nios was stunned and couldn't help turning his head, but saw that she had turned around and looked at him.

"So it's not fair, is it?"

She smiled sweetly, shaking her head while laughing: "Why can't I be born on this island, why can't that bastard Silver-haired be born in Rome?"

Neos narrowed his eyes and frowned.

He glanced at her, and then again, to make sure she was indeed crying.

"If he had been born in Rome, I would have learned nothing and done nothing every day, but sent my slaves out to find a silver-haired man, and when he found him, let him live next door to me, and let him teach me to read and write.

If he meets the Red-haired Queen and Little Anne again in the future, he will at most hold their shoulders and tell them:

'You're all good, but it's just a pity you're Celtic and this is Rome.I'm the kind of guy you can't trust, so don't waste your time'. "

"......"

"It must be hard for them, it's hard to see such a bastard..."

Nero rubbed his eyes, and said softly: "But there is not even a chance..."

Regardless of feelings or words, it was like sinking into the sea, and no one responded for a long time.

half an hour.

"Good night." Neos nodded and whispered, then turned and left.

"Get out!" Nero growled.

After a long period of silence behind her, she looked back.

Seeing that no one was standing there anymore, he sucked his nose and muttered, "I'm really gone..."

Then rubbed his eyes, tears streaming out.

(The first change, a chapter of five thousand characters)

Chapter 156 Chapter 150 The Past and Future of the Four

Late at night.

The bustling streets gradually became quieter. Apart from places like pubs and brothels, curfews have been imposed in other areas to ensure safety.

Neos returned to his room and did not sleep.

Still in a gray robe, sitting at the table.

Under the lamp, his figure could be faintly seen bowing his head in thought, as if he was planning and waiting.

a long time.

With a creak, the door was pushed open, and the hooded girl knelt on one knee behind her.

"My lord, a mouse was caught."

Hearing this, Neos nodded slightly, and said softly, "Understood, put him back."

"Eh?"

"Don't worry, let him go back, then follow him, find the rat's nest, and bring back a few alive."

Nios waved his hand: "I will interrogate myself."

"Yes."

The girl ran away.

......

Winchester, West End.

The group of four made an appointment to meet in a hotel room, but at the moment there are only three people crowded in the small room.

The saint Martha, the golden-haired fraudster Romagno and the middle-aged decadent Marcus.

At this moment Mirta was sitting cross-legged on the bed, wearing a black robe, with a pensive expression on her face.

The middle-aged man Marcus sat on the ground, looking around constantly, curious and wretched.

Romagno slapped him on the back of the head: "Wipe your drool, uncle, isn't it just a girl's room, so you don't need to be so hungry!"

Marcus wiped the corners of his mouth subconsciously and shrank his head: "I, I didn't, I was just observing the history of the room."

"Come on, we're all men, so there's no need to cover up like that?" Romagno curled his lips and said disdainfully.

Uncle Marcus changed the subject: "Yes, yes, did you find anything today?"

"Ah, great discovery,"

Romanio nodded, with a serious face: "I saw the legendary queen, and I was astonished."

found great...

Marcus blushed: "Yes, it's really big."

"right,"

Romanio said angrily: "No one has ever told me that such a woman exists before, it is simply too much!"

Driving a big car is the dream and belief of all men!

Having said that, Marcus suddenly poked Romanio with his elbow.

"What?" He turned his head.

Marcus pointed to Mirtha who was sitting on the bed with a solemn expression.

The girl with long blue hair maintained a contemplative expression, immersed in her own world, and ignored the two of them.

Romanio waved his hand: "Little Martha is worried about that black-skinned girl, don't worry, she's very skilled."

"No, I was thinking about that silver-haired man." Maerda said.

"Ah, I saw it too, and I don't think it's dangerous." Romagno shrugged.

"He seems to be very close to the queen, and he was by his side before the military parade this morning," Marcus said.

"Some women just like that type." Romanio snorted.

Marcus nodded and said, "He's more handsome than you, that's the truth."

"Hey, I just don't have the same style as him, and I can't make comparisons with different types!" Romanio corrected.

Martha interrupted the two: "No, I didn't mean that, I mean that I felt a familiar aura from that man."

Marcus raised his eyebrows at Romanio: "Look, even Miss Martha has fallen."

"Get lost!" Romagno kicked over.

"Hey, I didn't mean that!"

Martha couldn't bear these two people anymore, why did the conversation between men always involve that aspect.

The girl took a deep breath: "What I want to say is that that silver-haired man has magical powers, just like me!"

After speaking, there was an awkward silence in the room.

Romanio and Marcus looked at each other with funny expressions on each other.

Marcus frowned and bumped into the blond.

You come and talk to her.

Romanios bared his teeth

No, you tell her!

Marcus frowned.

Forget it, it's still you...

Romanio rubbed his fist, snapped his finger bones, and clicked a few times.

Marcus turned his head: "That Miss Martha."

"Huh?" Martha looked at him.

"You've been telling us about magic power all the way, does magic really exist?" Marcus asked with squinted eyes.

"Why do you ask this suddenly?" Maerda tilted her head.

"Ah, it's just out of curiosity of a scholar. You also know that I have entered the pyramids, and occasionally I have seen some evil things happen." Marcus looked like a scholar.

Martha nodded seriously: "Magic power exists."

"Really?" Romagno held back a smile.

"Really, I can feel the magic power flowing in my body since I have perception."

Martha leaned on her chest, and lightly closed her eyes: "And as long as I activate the magic power, special lines will appear on my body."

special texture...

Imagine that under the blue robe, on the plain skin, the black pattern extends to every inch of the skin along the graceful curve.

The two big men looked at each other, swallowed in unison, breathed heavily, and their eyes were glued to the girl's body.

"Hey, hey, tattooed saint or something, this is too foul, too sexy!" Romagno covered his nose and grinned.

"Your expression is so wretched." Marcus looked at the girl and whispered.

"You have the nerve to talk about me with your virginal red face?" Romagno countered.

Marcus subconsciously reached out and touched his face.

Romanio suddenly realized something very important, and his expression was serious: "Then, who painted the lines on your body?"

"Hey! Is this the time to care about this!" Marcus leaned over and growled in his ear.

"The bishop said that it has been passed down from generation to generation by saintesses from ancient times to the present," Martha said.

"Bishop..." Marcus murmured,