The Amber Sword: Act 228 Newborn species
"Well, what's your name ... Seti, right?"
The main entrance of the Cat and Beard Inn opened a small gap, Romaine exposed half of its eyes, and looked at the girl who was slightly dejected in front of him with a strong curiosity.
She didn't care how strange it was that a big living person suddenly appeared on the avenue outside the hotel at this time. Everyone was out and no one was chatting with her. Brando was not there. With the physical condition of Delfhyr, Bai Lu didn't let her disturb her. For the latter, as for her prime minister's daughter, which seems to have a good head, she was very interested. Unfortunately, the latter only spoke a few words to her and was unwilling to ignore her.
She used to spend half an hour observing the river flowing outside the hotel, but this is always boring. Now someone is coming to chat with her, and she is very happy.
Seti nodded before turning pale.
"Have you lost anything?"
"No ... no."
"But you don't usually come to the hotel at night."
"I ..."
Romaine suddenly found it very interesting, opened the door, grabbed the latter's hand, pulled her in, and blinked at the latter proudly: "Don't be surprised, Brando makes me be careful."
The poor girl's heartbeat stopped for a moment, and she thought in a mess: "Don't you be careful?"
But the latter do not care: "Setti is his own, so I think it doesn't matter."
miss merchant's enthusiasm and unreserved trust called Seti's heart bouncing, which is fundamentally different from the situation expected by the latter. Aouinian should be ferocious and arrogant, and Instead of taking her as a happy person, she was at a loss, and for a moment was full of guilt in her heart.
On one side is the motivation for revenge in my heart. On the one hand, it is impossible to equate the person in front with the object of revenge.
"Do you have any fun stuff?" Romaine curiously noticed that the latter was holding his chest.
"No ... no!" Seti's face was frightened, and her wet forehead was sweating, but fortunately the latter was not found, but stared intently at her arms.
"What are you doing here?"
"I ..." Seti stammered, "Uncle Kent is out. Let me see if you need anything. The kitchen ... the kitchen is ..."
"That's right," Romaine interrupted her. "Come and chat with me."
"What?"
"I'm not hungry, but I'm bored. Seti, come and chat with me."
"I ... Okay ... Okay, what about drinking and drinking, the kitchen ... there is a fruit wine in the kitchen." Seti's mind seemed to have turned a corner and said a complete sentence.
"Apple fruit wine." Romaine groaned for a moment and nodded: "But then you have to be faster."
Girl sighed in relief, the whole person walked in the direction of the kitchen. She didn't know whether she should continue or not, but she had to find a separate room and talk quietly anyway.
However, she just moved her steps, and suddenly a white shadow flashed in the darkness, and a white fox fell gracefully in front of her.
She was startled, looking at the creature that suddenly appeared on the table not far away, the latter with her head up, staring at her with a gleaming gaze, giving a strange illusion. As if it were intelligent.
Seti was wondering this, and suddenly White Mist spoke. Cold tone:
"What's in your arms?"
Seti's whole person seemed to be hitting an arrow and froze in place, not because the fox could speak human words, but because of the content of the words, her indifferent tone made her lose even the room for surprise. Now, she felt the blood coagulate from head to toe.
"I ..."
"White Mist. Seti has nothing in her arms, I asked her before."
This unscrupulous word made the girl's heart ashamed, but White Mist interrupted the latter in a bad manner: "You shut up." Romaine pouted his mouth with aggrieved, White Mist then looked back at the hotel girl The waiter flashed a wise light in her narrow gaze: "I don't know who instigated you. little girl, but it looks like you don't know much, I suggest you don't be fooled, those guys who play tricks and tricks behind your back There will be no kindness. "
It paused: "In her eyes, she doesn't think about the life and death of a small person like you."
White Mist subconsciously thought that Her Majesty Seti was the Queen of Lucita, so she said so.
Seti was said to be shake, or she was hesitating for a long time. She stood there at a loss, and took the thing out of her arms after a while.
A palm-sized test tube in her hand, plugged with a cork, filled with a peculiar liquid, which was previously inconspicuous when placed under the cloth, but when it was When taken into the dark, it emits icy fluorescence of the color of ice.
Fluorescence radiated from Seti's hands and spread throughout the dark hotel, drawing the outline of every table and chair in the lobby.
Romaine looked at this scene with wide eyes and couldn't help making a curious voice: “Yi?”
This monotonous note satire Seti bowed her head, thinking that the latter was mocking her previously lying, but in fact miss merchant did not think in that direction at all, but simply thought that this thing was fun.
"She told you to let you use this thing to poison?" White Mist still squinted her eyes and guessed the other person's words very intelligently. "She must not tell you that when you take out this thing, the whole hotel will Was alarmed. "
Setti is also stunned, apparently did not expect that this "poison" would have such a big movement. Even if she was stupid at this moment, she also knew that she was being used. Such a poison would be required before killing others. For her life -- It is no wonder that the two Secretaries who followed did not allow her to come up with this poison beforehand.
Thinking of the two Secretists who came with her, her scalp suddenly felt numb, and those believers were not easy to mess with. She had seen them kill in person, and she couldn't help but want to remind the two in front of her. 'people'.
But at this time White Mist frowned, it thought uneasily, no one would remind its adversary with such a large and small poison, it was very suspicious of any conspiracy and scheming by the woman behind it -- to the beginning To the end. White Mist always thought that it was The Silver Queen that was playing tricks behind the scenes.
It suddenly said to the girl in front of it, "You better take this thing a bit further, I suspect it is not a poison at all."
As if in order to prove it, Seti hadn't responded yet, the bottle in his hand vibrated violently, and the glass test tube cracked with a crisp sound, even cracking from the middle.
A white light flew from among the broken glass fragments. Shot at the ignorant miss merchant aside.
"Be careful!"
"This is Godsblood!" White Mist suddenly jumped and recognized what it was: "Damn, this cunning woman!"
Seti turned her head hard. She didn't know what the 'sly woman' in her mouth meant, but she saw the white light shoot out from her hand, which was about three inches in front of miss merchant and was floated. A layer of radiant white light blocked it, but it burst immediately, and a faint cyan water mist filled the entire hotel.
She doesn't know what it is. Only subconsciously watched this scene happen, and suddenly felt a bit numb on his fingertips. Looking down, he was shocked to find that a layer of grey like a stone was spreading up along the arm of one's own. They first formed numerous spots, and then connected It took only a moment to turn her arms into a hard stone.
She hasn't had time to respond. Petrochemical spread already to her neck and locked her voice in her throat. Then came the face, and Seti quickly rushed into consciousness.
The last scene she saw was White Mist shooting out of the room like a lightning bolt.
In the hotel, there was a moment of silence.
In the oak grove outside the Cat and Beard Inn, an hourglass is resting quietly on the rocks. Under the moonlight, the smooth glass surface exudes an arc of light.
It is facing the tall building that stands alone on the edge of the road in the distance until it is picked up by one hand.
"It's time."
Husky voice said.
Several shadows in the forest suddenly come to life. Twisting, one after another the Secretists came out of the bush. If Seti saw this scene, maybe she was scared to scream, the girl would never dream that so many people would come here with her.
The two people headed by Correct held her two Secretists here, one of them holding the hourglass. Some indifferently commanded others: "To live, you should understand what adults mean."
Secretaries did not say a word, one after another out of the forest, each person holding a crossbow, holding a catch net in the other hand, they formed a circle around the cat and beard hotel, but this suburb The hotel was a bit scary at this moment, and a group of people walked up the avenue, and there was no noise in the dark buildings.
The two leading ecclesiastical glances at each other. There is nothing to indicate that it is the blood of Gaia. It is one of the top three blood in the organization. It can be said that it is second only to the blood of elements. The blood of Marsha is something that no one has ever seen.
Presumably everyone in the hotel should be petrified, except for the target.
The face of the head of the church is difficult to understand. The three major bloods are all treasures in the church. In recent decades, the organization has made great progress in their research before they can barely be used on mortals as the core member. For one, he was very curious how the 'big man' was willing to use such a thing on a little human girl.
He thought he would get the answer soon.
But the closer to the hotel, the believers gradually discovered the problem. A trace of blue mist was escaping from the gap in the hotel's window and the wooden door. Soon, someone stopped. -- God's blood was still dissipating. Status, which means that the target may not have absorbed the blood.
could it be that was petrified?
Are there any exceptions?
Either way, it is enough to be careful. Everyone looks back and focuses on the head-headed believer, who is also slightly distressed:
This is obviously slightly different than expected.
"Stop." He raised his hand and motioned for the crowd to stop, but to his surprise, others saw his eyes without the obedience of imagination, but an unspeakable, horrified look.
In his eyes, the eyes of everyone present reflected the look of a ghost.
He reacted to subconsciously, only feeling that his scalp exploded for a while, throwing the hourglass in his hand, and going back to draw his machete hidden under the cloak.
The machete was pulled out incredibly smoothly.
The leader of the ecclesiastical church did not turn his head back and waved his backhand, but he did not chop what he imagined, but felt that the one's own hand was held by a cold palm.
The palm is not big, but it's as cold as ice. The Secretist was almost shocked to see one's own's right hand and machete pulled off from the body, as if breaking a branch easily.
The pain then surged like a tide. He screamed and knelt on the ground, cold light flashes, his head fell down, rolled into the sand and dust on the avenue, and became blurred and unrecognizable.
The whole process lasted for only a few seconds, and even everyone in the room had not responded, and all the sounds came to an abrupt end to already.
Everyone subconsciously ignored the headless body that had fallen to the ground, but looked at the woman who suddenly appeared.
That's a little girl.
At most, however, 15-16 years old is very old and wears very strong local style clothing. It doesn't look like Kirrlutzian. It has long brown hair and a wide and bright forehead. It looks very small and cute. Ever weird words.
The girl is suspended in mid-air, with long hair without wind, and no white eyes or even pupils are visible in her eyes. There is only blackness, as if two black holes that are constantly rotating, to attract people's minds.
She opened her mouth, her voice was not like the crispness and cuteness of miss merchant, but it was cold and hoarse, as if naturally carrying a condescending majesty:
"Mortal, what are you doing to draw me out of this stuff?"
Then she frowned again, and pressed her **** hand on her forehead, as if she was very distressed:
"Woohoo, so uncomfortable ... Brando ..."
Except her, there was no one who could make a sound. The organic believer wanted to take this opportunity to sneak away, but when he just moved his foot, he suddenly screamed and held his head. Kneel to the ground.
Under the eyes of everyone, the man ’s head burst like a watermelon, and red and white body fragments were flying all over the sky. The lost body slowly fell into the dust, and twitched twice. No more movement.
"This ... this is ..." Someone seemed to squeeze a few words out of his throat: "Heart ... Spirit Ability, mental attack."
Everyone in the audience has set off waves in the hearts of the people. Secret believers who can participate in this kind of action will certainly not be peripheral believers. As core believers, they know that secrets is beyond the reach of ordinary people.
In Vaunde, no wizard can perform Spirit Ability, even if it is Buga of Silver Lineage. Only a few strangers have the most superficial Psionic, but this level of mental attack can only remind them of a vocabulary.
Not human.
Everyone regrets everything. What kind of existence did they provoke?
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