[First Generation of Tutoring] Nameless Ferry

Morel looked down through the window. The five-meter distance between the German soldiers and the Jews remained motionless after she and Arnold entered the small building belonging to Vengley. He thought his observations were concealed enough, but he could see everything from the second floor.

The woman closed the curtains and turned to face Arnold: "What are you going to do next?"

Morel looked at the man, glanced down, Arnold was wearing two rings: "Or what do they want you to do?"

Morrel could tell at a glance that the ring next to Vengley's ring was a fog-attribute ring, probably to match Arnold's aristocratic status, and that ring was much more delicate than the one on a woman's hand.

"They want me to express my opinion." Arnold stretched out the hand wearing the ring, and stroked Morel's cheek. A faint blue flame burned at the man's fingertips, and the woman's disguise was gradually erased.

Morell's face without makeup was rather bland, but this was the face Arnold was familiar with, much more comfortable than the one just now.Cosmetics are magical things that can make ordinary women beautiful.During the time when Morel suffered a head injury and was blind, it was naturally impossible to put on makeup. Arnold was quite familiar with Morel, who was plain-faced. Men don't mind that women who take off makeup are not as beautiful as they are after makeup.

But at this moment, the man felt a little dissatisfied. For more than a year, Peng Gelie's high-level leaders with outstanding combat effectiveness have exchanged ideas with each other. Everyone's potential has been stimulated. More than half of them can ignite more than one kind of dead flame. Four kinds of flames can be ignited, but because the other three flames are too weak, the red-haired man still only has one ring with the Lan attribute on his hand.

Arnold can ignite fog-attributed flames, and the flames are not weak, which is helpful for his intelligence work. In addition to the cloud-attributed Vengley ring, he wears a fog-attributed ring on his hand.

With the blessing of the ring, Arnold found that there was still a layer of illusion on Morel's face, and the woman actually kept facing him with a false face.

Arnold didn't let go of his hand covering Morrel's face, and the color of the flame at his fingertips gradually deepened.

"No, don't do that." This time Morrel wasn't as cooperative as before, turned his face away to avoid Arnold's hand, and resisted the illusion with illusion.

Arnold squinted his eyes, and the flames at his fingertips suddenly burst into flames. Morrel didn't expect the man to attack suddenly, and the last layer of illusion on his face was instantly burned away.

Morrel immediately raised his hand to cover his face, and Arnold didn't stop him. It wasn't until the woman put illusion on her face again that the man opened his mouth with a little difficulty.

"I remember you should be 24 years old."

The face that was completely unmasked by the illusion was only 16 years old at most.

Morel looked extremely aggrieved: "It's not my fault that I'm young!"

Arnold didn't let her go: "It's a good thing to look young, why are you covering up?"

A 24-year-old woman has a 16-year-old face. It’s not something that can be said just because she is tender. Especially, Morel is not a pampered nobleman. There is such a big difference between her appearance and her actual age. It is definitely not a normal thing. .

When the man thought of Talbo and her bloodline, he was slightly stunned.

"The proprietress of the tavern is too young to convince the crowd, and she can't suppress the noisy guests!" Morel broke the canister and removed the illusion just added, and faced Arnold with a young and immature face.

The illusion that women add to their faces is always aimed at making themselves ordinary, and the young face reflected in Arnold's eyes at this moment is bright and dazzling.

The proprietress of the tavern was bluffing and speaking in a carefree tone as usual, but with her current face, she looked like a spoiled child.

Arnold looked away uncomfortably.

Morel took an inch, approached Arnold with a smile, and tugged at his sleeve: "Oh, Mr. Arnold, are you shy?"

Arnold turned his gaze back, the man pursed his lips tightly, and the anger in his heart almost ignited a fire in his eyes.

Morel was startled, her intuition was not good, she let go of the man's sleeve with a smirk, and stepped back, she was like a kitten who had done something wrong and was caught by the owner: "I think, we should Let's talk business."

Arnold leaned forward and grabbed the woman's wrist: "We have enough time to talk about business. In the room on the second floor of the Vengley stronghold, a German officer and a Jewish leader tempted each other, beating around the bush, which was time-consuming and laborious." talking."

"I don't think the Germans are going to sit down with the Jews and have a good talk."

"Even if you extract a confession by torture, it will take me some time to pry your mouth open." Arnold said and kissed him.

The kiss was full of irritation, and Arnold unconsciously sucked and bit Morel's lips.

It took Morrel a lot of effort to break free, the man held her wrists with one hand, and put his other arm around her waist, pressing the woman into his arms.

Morrel couldn't back away at all. When she spoke, she was almost face to face with the man: "I will never reveal the escape route of the Jews to you."

"Then you don't need to talk." Arnold lowered his head, lightly pecked the red spot on Morrel's lips, and then slowly deepened the interrupted kiss.

A few minutes later, a gunshot came from the second floor. Two German soldiers rushed into the house, but they were stopped by members of Vengley at the door. The soldiers immediately raised their guns, and Vengley's reaction was not slow. , The muzzle of the black hole was aimed at the two soldiers who rushed over, and the remaining Germans immediately supported when they saw this, and a row of muzzles were aimed at the Pengel members blocking the door.

"stop."

At this moment, Arnold's voice came from the room. Although the members of Pengel and the German side were still pointing their guns at each other, the atmosphere relaxed.

Only Albert noticed that the fleeting blue fire flashed across the five-meter vacuum between the German soldiers and the Jews at this moment, and the surrounding scenery returned to normal after a slight distortion.

Morrel came around from the back of the small building: "Go!"

When Morrel gave an order, dozens of Jews took action immediately. The woman gave two orders in a very short period of time. She told the contact person: "Take a shortcut and go back to the community, and transfer immediately according to the previous arrangement. I will take the Catch up with supplies!"

Then she told Mandek: "Cover them."

Mandeke nodded heavily, and the blue flames burst into flames, engulfing their team amid the screams of the Jews.

Morel did not leave, but hid on the side of the small building, watching the German soldiers shoot at the afterimage of the Jews she created with illusion under the order of Arnold.

The ring on her hand is Arnold's, the purity is very high, and the illusion created is indistinguishable from the real one. After the shooting ended, the German soldiers stepped into the ground full of corpses to replenish their guns, and no one noticed when they came into close contact with the illusion. question.

After confirming that none of them slipped through the net, the German soldiers saluted Arnold and left—the mission was over, and they themselves felt uncomfortable with this gentleman.

"Move in." Arnold said to the Vengley members, referring to the corpses all over the floor, "clean up."

After the unilateral massacre, not only the members of Vengley, but also the surrounding onlookers looked at Arnold with different eyes.

With mixed feelings, the Vengley members began to move the corpses and clean the ground.The members who can be sent to the market are all elites, and their work efficiency is extremely high.

A quarter of an hour later, the traces of the massacre were completely erased.

The corpses were all piled up in the hall, and the strong smell of blood was disgusting. When Arnold ordered the doors and windows to be closed, many people present began to beat their hearts.

The room was dark, and when a strange female voice sounded from the corner, several people couldn't help but drew their guns.

The slightly weak voice said, "Thank you very much, Mr. Arnold."

Before the words were finished, the piled corpses disappeared abruptly along with the smell of blood, and a figure appeared in everyone's field of vision in the corner near the door. It was the woman who came with the Jews.

"Illusionist!" Someone exclaimed.

The woman smiled palely: "I'm sorry, can you give me a place to rest?"

Arnold's ring was of high purity, and she had high requirements for the flames of death energy. Now she was so tired that she couldn't even maintain the illusion on her face.

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