Invincible witch

Findan frowned suspiciously, and I whispered in his ear at the right time: "He refers to the Countess Faleida—the daughter of your old friend Duke Godric of the Griffin Empire." , and at the same time, he was also the one who led the Red Templar army to crush Lord Caldwell's rebel forces..."

There was a trace of shock in Fandan's expression, and he murmured: "So, didn't she work for that fake Queen Isabel?! How could it be...?"

I smiled hurriedly and patted him on the shoulder. "Don't be impatient. Countess Faleida is safe. It's just that the suave and pretentious Duke Duncan in front of me doesn't know it. She used to be willing to serve the Red Templar forces, probably because of the imprisoned by Queen Isabel pretending to be Byara. kill her father, and force her to submit."

Fan Dan keenly caught a trace of what I said, he didn't seem to really believe me, and asked quickly: "Then how do you know all this?!"

I hesitated for a moment, then said with an ambiguous smile: "...Don't forget how many spies I have sent to investigate Biara's movements."

Fan Dan's face suddenly tightened, and the muscles on his face seemed to twitch twice. The reason I gave seemed to have suddenly pricked his nerves, making him unbearable.

However, the turbulent undercurrent in our place did not affect the ambiguous conversation more than ten meters away at all.

Ilaya raised her eyebrows, looked at Duke Duncan's sad face, and said softly, "Maybe I can try to appease your sorrow. We are very good at certain skills in Yige Chiwo..."

I curled my lips and said to myself in a low voice: "Could it be that she also knows how to be a witch?"

Findan stopped my slander with a stern look, but he didn't seem to have much affection for the genuine Ilaya, he stared straight ahead, and said rigidly: "I should have found out that you were pretending to be from the beginning. She... a real dark elf would involuntarily make people feel repulsed..." He sighed lowly, and suddenly changed into a slightly mocking tone. "Look at this scene. Is it popular these days to marry dark elves and humans? Raelag really made a good start for his subordinates—"

I was amazed by Fandan's tone and the faint trace of strange emotion in his words, when I heard the Duke of Duncan not far away—living up to his playboy name at all—speaking with a smile in his voice Le: "How can I refuse such a generous offer?"

He really deserves to be a playboy who crosses the Bucks Principality.I'm afraid that his thick skin can only be compared with the knight Rutger I have met a few times.Even the dwarf Ulfstein, who was originally still aggrieved, couldn't help laughing, rubbed his hands, and said jokingly: "It's really you, buddy."

Perhaps the atmosphere became too good. Queen Isabel, who had been left out for a long time, finally decided that it was time for her to appear on stage—but when Duke Duncan saw her, he acted as if he couldn't believe his eyes. The frivolous, carefree expression on his face that belonged to a playboy suddenly disappeared.He was dumbfounded and roared, "Who is that—what??"

Ilaya raised the corners of her lips and said politely: "Please allow me to introduce Queen Isabel—"

The face of the dwarf Ulfstein, who had a very short thinking line, suddenly sank, and he spread his hands and shouted: "Arkash, my God!"

You must know that Alkash, the dragon of flame, is the object of the dwarves' belief and worship.Getting Ulfstein to call out its name is tantamount to getting Findan to say something like "Goddess Syrene"—there is only one meaning behind it: this person is very angry, and the consequences Very serious.

Duke Duncan, as a suffering master who has personally experienced the destruction of the country and the death of his family, is naturally more unwilling to let others down. He roared louder and louder, until his veins burst out, as if he had completely inherited the mantle of the roaring leader. "You! Murderer!! Demon cultist!!!"

The series of cursing from the two men made the little white queen stunned for a while—in my opinion, maybe she was expecting a warm encounter and welcome, as well as a warm reminiscence—then a smile appeared on her face. With an aggrieved expression, the voice of defense also trembled a little.

"Wait! That's not me. The queen in power now is fake, she's a demon, a banshee..."

Ulfstein snorted.

"It looks convincing, but it's hard to believe."

Duke Duncan's eyes were also full of suspicion. "Why should we trust you?"

Oh, listen to what he said, the city of Hongcrest is already the last stronghold of the Griffin Empire's resistance army. If he rashly puts the fake queen into the city and causes the city to fall, then the land of the Griffin Empire will be destroyed. It has become a paradise for the return of demons.

The little white queen was so ruthlessly questioned one after another. She was so angry and anxious that she couldn't argue with her. She argued with a trembling voice: "Will a real griffin queen be with the devil?! Kill Godric? Burn down the farm?"

I thought to myself, you didn't associate with the devil, you just gave birth to a son for the devil.You did not kill Duke Godric, but your blind faith in Makar, the necromancer, also made the loyal old Duke Godric suffer a lot...

But it seems that these people in the game are too gullible.Can a few gorgeous words of swearing and swearing convince the other party?This is a special period when demons are rampant and death is immediate!Really, if sweet talk is useful, why do you need the police... It really is because the protagonist's aura is too strong, everyone is vying to give her cheat...

Duke Duncan's tone softened a bit.

"That makes sense. But how do I know you're not her?"

Ilaya suddenly said seriously from the side: "I have been traveling with her and Leilage. I trust her."

Seeing that Ilaya also spoke for the little white queen, Duke Duncan was skeptical.

"I see, but...do you know the real Queen Isabel?"

Ilaya had a very happy discharge with him just now, and she probably felt that this man was already within her grasp; unexpectedly, it was rare for her to be loyal to the patriarch's entrustment, escort the queen of the Griffon Empire back safely, and even speak for her , but this playboy who is easy to coax in front of him refuses to believe it. He can't help but feel that he has lost face in front of everyone, and a slightly sullen expression appears on his face.

Just when the atmosphere suddenly reached a stalemate, a woman in knight uniform suddenly strode towards this direction from a distance.

"I know her very well. That fake Isabelle—fat, bloated. This one is... skinny."

The author has something to say: Update on September 5:

Sorry for not updating for so long.

At the end of last month, I just promised to work hard on double-day updates, but when the day came, when I was trying to write an article, I received a call from my mother.

Grandma suddenly became critically ill.

He ran to the hospital without turning off the computer.

The doctor said a lot of bad things.

The scene was chaotic.

My heart is in a mess.

While running, I wanted to find a tree hole but failed.

I was brought up by my grandmother. To me, my grandmother was a distant existence since I was a child.

But it still hurts to see her suffering.

The doctor said that these ten days are a dangerous period.

When I came home exhausted, my mind was empty and I couldn't write anything.

Before the incident, I was still comparing the chronicles and memorabilia of the game to calculate the age of the elves, but I couldn't figure it out.

The elves are probably hundreds of years old.They just look young.

But the life of the human race is so fragile and short compared to them.

Fortunately, now, grandma tenaciously survived those deadlines.

She's still not doing well, but I hope she's getting better slowly.

Although the doctor said that was probably a luxury.

A while ago, I felt that I should inform everyone first, but I don’t know why I didn’t have the energy to log in and write half a word.

I am sorry.

The update resumed today, the frequency is still undecided.

But I hope that life will slowly return to normal to some extent, just as I hope that my grandmother will slowly get better to some extent.

A few days ago, I finally found time to visit my grandmother.

My grandmother broke her leg before the Spring Festival. It was not easy for the elderly to recover, but she was a very strong person. After two and a half months, she walked around the house with a cane.

When he saw me, his face was still so red, and he chatted with me loudly, thinking that he was whispering.

Everyone advised her to take her time, but she stood in front of the window, looked out with glowing eyes, and said: No, I feel the roast duck flapping its wings at me outside the window.

Then I couldn't help but pounced on her and hugged her, which startled her.

I want to say, you have to live in such a healthy and hopeful way all the time, okay?

In the end, what I said was: OK, let’s eat roast duck right away. I haven’t eaten it for two and a half months, and there is no oily water in my stomach.

Grandma immediately turned everyone around energetically.

Seeing her made me feel like a child again.

But I also feel that I would like to be a child for the rest of my life in front of her.