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"You've prepared for this, haven't you, Bone Chain?"

With a slight movement of his bound hands, the handsome young man tied to the iron chair smiled.

"Yes, Commander-in-Chief Colm." Wilmer replied calmly.

The commander-in-chief looked at the handsome man he personally promoted in front of him, as well as the shocking face that was smiling at the moment but frightening for no reason... He put his hands on his temples, not knowing how to feel.

——The blood of the elves watered the young man, and he always maintained the arrogance and composure in his bones in the face of the interrogation.And the edification from the acquired environment, as well as part of the kindness in mind, made him still respectful to himself.

The commander-in-chief's head was very confused, coupled with a slightly broken mood, he couldn't pick out a topic for a while.Too many questions choked in my throat.

"...how did you kill Douglas?" He let out a heavy sigh.

Wilmer said without hesitation, "A little magic, and sword rain."

……

"There is no difference between the ground and the dark cave." The gap looked at the mountains and rivers curiously. They turned over the hills, and the melted snow dew made the base of the mountains crystal clear.

The stream is gurgling, flowing in front of the peaks, stretching into a river, sailing towards the open and bright sky.

The coldness of winter has not completely faded from the early spring, half-skinned the black cloak, and complained: "This fabric looks majestic, but it is not thick at all."

The crack knocked on the black plate armor on the shoulders, and the surface of the plate armor reflected the bright sky light. "Who told you you'd rather have a horse on it than a full suit of armor?" he said.

"You just love smug beauty." Banpi turned his face away in disgust.

"Why, we worked so hard for five years just to put on this armor?" Liankou didn't take it seriously, and turned his gaze to the young man leading the way.

Unlike other people, after wearing the armor, they may become heavy and bulky.

His long light golden and nearly white hair spread over his shoulders, making the color of the carved plate armor look as dark as night.The young man on horseback has broad shoulders and narrow waist, with a tall figure, and the armor serves as a foil instead.

It was as if he was born with this attire, and God had also created a perfect face for him.

"Boss... the deputy commander is the most suitable for armor." Liankou's tone did not hide his pride, as if the really beautiful person was himself.

The youngest deputy commander did not say a word, his dark red eyes covered all the lakes and mountains.The eyes are obviously in a trance, with gaps and half-skinned incomprehensible thoughts in the eyes.

I don't know when, the boss began to show people in the second form.Since then, many people's attitude towards him has improved a lot.Needless to say, the rift can also be figured out, those are all just a joke.

"Banpi, what kind of extreme stone, do you really believe it?" Liankou asked.

"I haven't seen the real thing, but the higher up says yes, so there must be." Banpi sighed helplessly, "Otherwise, why would we bother to get out of the dark cave on this blood moon day; Detour, to that broken island?"

"That's right." Gap took off his cloak and threw it on the top of Banpi's head, causing a burst of curses, "But isn't there another big island where the Pole Stone was also found? I heard that they are also rich in magical spirits."

"The island you're talking about is the Lost Island." At this moment, a sound of spring water rolling over fine sand and gravel on the shore sounded like ice melted.

Wilmer spoke aloud, Gap and Banpi shut their mouths at the same time, and listened quietly.

"The Lost Island does have magic wine, it's definitely not as good as the South Valley, but it's still a beautiful place.

"As for why the Lost Island was not selected..." Wilmer's eyes were mixed with darkness, "It's because the lords of the island are giant dragons, and no one dares to touch them."

Banpi took Wilmer's subtle expressions when he mentioned the Lost Island, and the gap suddenly dawned on him, and then asked, "Boss, have you been there?"

"Yes." Wilmer replied softly.

"Actually, I'm quite interested in the ground." The corners of Gap's mouth slightly raised, but it almost reached the ears. "Why don't you show Banpi and me around after everything is over!"

Banpi just listened from the sidelines. He thought Wilmer would choose to ignore it directly as usual, or politely refuse, but he heard the person in front say, "Okay. I'll take you to see him."

"Who are you seeing?" Banpi asked in surprise, and immediately, he suddenly thought of someone.Thinking of Wilmer's expression just now, he became more and more sure of the answer in his heart.

After five days and four nights of travel, everyone was exhausted.Fortunately, they were not far from their destination. After crossing mountains and rivers and crossing the last swamp, they saw Fort Blackpool entrenched here.

In the evening, the campfire rises high, and the tip of the flame licks the night sky.

There is a strong aroma wrapped in firewood smoke, which wakes up everyone's hungry stomach.

After a few days, there are finally fresh ingredients.Wilmer was pushed into the back kitchen by the half-pipe and the crack, and he lived up to everyone's expectations. Now everyone eats so much that they don't look up.

The cabbage that has been stewed for a while is more fragrant than meat, and it is tender and soft after one bite, soaked in the broth made of fat and oil.

Even though the croquettes are softened by the soup, the crispy aroma still overflows the lips and tongue.In the team, excluding Wilmer, almost everyone had tasted processed food like bean paste for the first time.

The combination of meat and vegetables is concentrated after stewing, and the taste of all dishes becomes the essence.The bean paste is filled with hot soup, and then poured into the mouth, it is very addictive.

They ate bread with soup, their hands and feet warmed by the cauldron.

Blackpool Fort was brightly lit, and batch after batch of teams arrived one after another.

Doomed to be busy tonight.Everyone is busy with things on hand, so naturally they don't care about the movement in the castle.

The bloody smell from the back kitchen made people dizzy, and Wilmer was pushed out the door.

"This is not the place you should stay." The cook looked at the handsome face stained with blood, and a few locks of hair were gathered together because of the blood, and felt sorry for the other party's face being ruined.

They were holding a thin intestinal membrane in their hands, and they were stuffing blood and rice into it.

"I'll be back soon." Wilmer was driven away. He had no dissatisfaction, and calmly fetched water to wash away the red stains.

……

"You participated in the drawing, I should have thought of it earlier." The commander-in-chief showed remorse, and he didn't know whether it was because he didn't notice it at the first time, or because he felt sorry for the dead guy.

"So you can reach Douglas' room unimpeded all the way when the guards are relatively lacking and go to replenish the manpower, and lay an ambush in advance."

The commander-in-chief's eyes were complicated: "You don't want to be an assassin, I really feel sorry for you."

"Thank you for your praise." Wilmer nodded.

"... Brat, do you really think I'm praising you?"

Wilmer stopped talking, and his red eyes looked at each other peacefully.

……

Yan Xin wobbled, flickering and flickering.

Holding the candlestick, Douglas removed the short wooden cabinet by the bed.

He took off his tired body and took off all the leather armor, leaving only his sweat-stained undershirt.Even mages must wear protective gear on weekdays.

Take out a volume of books placed by the bed, and a bag of things wrapped in thick cloth.While removing the cloth towel, he hummed.

"The old gods whispered in the dream, telling the past of the world. The child abandoned by the gods drew out the hilt and ushered in the day of nirvana..."

"His sword is so sharp it makes you weep... Ugh!"

Douglas felt his neck tighten and his Adam's apple pressed against his throat. He couldn't help retching and coughing, but he couldn't push the black smoke away with his hands.

A low and gentle chant, gently blowing behind Douglas.

"He is behind you, be careful, he is behind you."

"A child abandoned by God, holding a sharp sword, wants to be ashamed of blood."

Douglas suppressed his panic quickly. He stretched out his hand, gray smoke seeped out of his palm, and swam towards the dagger under the pillow.

The dagger seemed to be absorbed, and there was a commotion for a while.But after a few seconds, it was still lying quietly under the pillow, motionless.As long as Douglas's hand touches it, it will immediately fall into his jaws.

However, without real contact, all is in vain.

At this moment, Douglas suddenly realized something. His arms swayed wildly, and he put it on his neck again, only to find that there was nothing but the black mist in the peripheral vision.

When did Blackpool Castle have high-level mages?His heart was shaking hard.

He was strangled by the throat, and then his hands were bound.Douglas struggled with all his strength, like a fish on a chopping board, jumping for a long time, still unable to get away from the butcher's knife.

Finally, he was forced to turn around, and in the gradually suffocating breath, he could clearly see who was behind him.

——A very beautiful, dark elf-human hybrid.

He remembered that he had seen this little bastard before.It seems like it was two years ago, or... Don't care about him for a few years, in short, it's just a chance encounter.He could hardly breathe.

"You won't last for a while." Wilmer's bloody eyes flickered coldly, "When you pass out completely, I will directly pierce your heart."

"By piercing the heart alone, the dark elf will not die. So, I will use the sword to penetrate into your brain, and then smash it.

"Hurry up, Douglas. You have to tell the whole thing about the question later, and explain it clearly, understand?"

Douglas stared at his bright red eyes, looked at Wilmer for a moment, and shook his head up and down slightly.

Little bastard, he thought.The moment he let go of himself is when he will die.

The moment the black mist around his neck dissipated, Douglas was about to capture the opponent's soul core, and then he felt a sharp pain in his throat.

The other party didn't play cards as usual, he wanted to curse, but blood bubbles kept pouring out of his mouth, and he could only spit out fishy sweetness.

—the little bastard stabbed him in the neck with a sword.

Douglas was furious, but the suppression of the high-level mage was in front of him.If you are still young, you may have the power to fight.

God didn't mean to favor him, he was old.

Under the severe pain, Douglas had two thoughts in his heart: he complained that the lifespan of the elves was still too short;

Just like the skeleton kid from more than ten years ago.

Wait... Douglas was forcefully pushed onto the chair and stared at the side face of the little bastard for a while.

The opponent's sword pointed to the side of his head, and ordered him to write the answer on the parchment.

Sure enough, the first question of the little bastard was: "Why was I arrested for experimentation 19 years ago?"

So it turned out... So it turned out, Douglas suddenly realized that his wound was blocked by the black mist, and no more blood came out.He hissed, grinning bloody teeth.

"Because you have an excellent body." Deliberately mocking, Douglas wrote the text on the paper, which was in ancient elf language.

"You survived the undead ritual back then with only your own baby body. You must know that some strong knights in previous lives may not be able to survive the conversion ceremony."

"Isn't this very interesting? Wilmer Yeoman. I really want to study your body thoroughly. Is it really the blessing of the gods, or is it a strange physique from mixed blood?"

"Now it seems that you have a very high magical talent, why, why..."

"Only these?" Wilmer said indifferently.

Douglas wiped blood on his fingernails with gray and black spots, and wrote: "My loyalty to black magic can be learned from the gods."

The dark wizard - Wilmer's face was expressionless, his eyes became colder, and his sword hand trembled slightly.

"I didn't expect that, did you? The dark camp has recruited dark wizards." Douglas' expression became more frenzied, and the blood foam from his mouth sprayed onto the parchment.

"You're here for revenge, you little bastard. Let's kill him, the dead will never come back. Your adoptive father was screaming so miserable—"

"That was the most beautiful sword rain I had ever seen in my life."

"Have you seen his death? Thousands of arrows pierced his heart, just to let a son of a sinner live. He knelt down in front of me and kowtowed for you, begging him, and he would appear in his dream from time to time... ..."

Wilmer supported Douglas' head, and the black mist that blocked the wound gradually turned into a squeeze.

Douglas's face was twisted, he was experiencing pain, his eyes were full of longing for death.

Wilmer could see it naturally, so he let go of his hand suddenly, and disappeared together with the black room.

He kicked Douglas to the ground, stomping on his stomach.

"You like watching Sword Rain, don't you?"

Douglas remembered again that the boy was not one to follow the routine.Douglas couldn't get what he wanted, and Douglas finally showed a trace of despair.

He opened his mouth wide, drinking his own blood, his throat seemed to be leaking, and he couldn't make a sound, attracting people from outside.

He watched helplessly as Wilmer wiped his sword clean before taking out the dagger from under his pillow.

The black mist forced him to take the dagger, and with irresistible force, one stroke, one stroke, the tip of the blade pointed at his heart.

A rain of swords fell on the ground one after another, and a pool of blood pooled on the ground.

"I won't smash your brains, but you'll bleed all your blood."

Douglas vaguely heard Wilmer say this.

In the back kitchen, the cooks were busy finishing the work, and suddenly saw Wilmer's handsome face, with more blood stains, appearing in front of them.

"Yo, you're back! Bone Chain."

"Ah."

"Are you going to kill a deer? Let's put down that deer leg first, it's still bleeding."

……

"I don't ask what your motive is. After all, Douglas's death is probably a blood feud."

Wilmer was noncommittal.

"They couldn't track you down. They thought Douglas was backlashed by black magic and punished by the gods."

"I'm the only one who has noticed. Do you understand me, Bone Chain?"

"You don't look like you have any intention of reporting me."

"..." There was a moment of silence, the commander-in-chief wiped his face, his face full of sorrow.

"Even if I want to report it, there is not enough evidence to prove that you are the murderer. I will order you for the last time, Bone Chain, I will remove you from all positions and ask you to never return to the dark camp."

"I can leave in no time."

"It's a straightforward promise, I'm afraid it's not what you want! You don't want to do this, I already knew it, but, but... well, with that ability, why can't you serve the Dark Holy See well?"

Wilmer rarely showed a relieved smile: "You are a very loyal and excellent leader."

"You are a wolf-hearted little bastard." The commander-in-chief couldn't help but cursed.

"Get out, get out of here!" The commander-in-chief pulled the stool up.

The commander-in-chief's back was gloomy, and he turned his back and muttered: "Who should the position of deputy commander be given to..."

"If you don't mind, I recommend you a person: Banpi. Although his swordsmanship needs to be improved, he has a flexible mind and is good at thinking. The ability to distinguish and consider things is enough to match this position."

"And the gap can assist him from the side, filling the gap in swordsmanship."

Without immediately denying it, the commander-in-chief pondered for a moment, but he didn't speak.Instead, with a serious face, he reprimanded: "Why don't you pack up your things and get out?"

"My hands are still tied to the chair by you."

The commander-in-chief was so angry that he laughed back, his heart was connected to his lungs, and he was so angry together.

"You are already a high-level mage, can you be tied up by my simple rope? Toss it yourself!"

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