Tak, Tak, Tak…

The crisp sound of footsteps.

A pair of black high heels in lizard leather stepped across the long street paved with bluestone.

A woman with a strong and erotic beauty walked out of the second-story building in Gildorf District, wearing a pure black lace tulle dress decorated with lace frills like foam, which fits her body tightly, showing her concise and graceful curves.

The bitter morning breeze blowing from the sea in the west caressed her red hair on her shawl, and her hair was slapped on her jade-like smooth and flawless cheeks.

She moved forward gracefully and quickly.

The obsidian amulet and pearl necklace on the chest reflect a faint golden light under the warm spring sunshine.

The flower shops on the street, the merchants and vendors in the grocery store, and the pedestrians passing by, all saluting her, with a stunning light flashing in her eyes.

However, she didn't see it, passing through the bustling and noisy street, her slender eyebrows were frowning, her blue eyes were empty and blank, and her whole body exuded a lonely temperament that was peeled from the world, filled with a faint sorrow, which was incompatible with the surrounding vitality and vitality.

She headed north along the commercial area and stepped onto the solid and luxurious bridge leading to the Temple Island.

The bridge has always been beautiful, and you can not only enjoy the neat houses with red bricks and green tiles in the commercial area, but also see the magnificent Eternal Fire Temple on the Temple Island, and you can also look down at the vast sea, and the reflections of sailing boats on the sea, the rising sun and sunset glows.

But today is different from the past. There are four or five beggars on the bridge.

Originally, the beggar king's subordinates would only beg in the sparsely populated streets and alleys.

I dare not set foot in the prosperous land of Noucheng, otherwise the guards of the eternal fire in the city will teach them the rules.

However, today, the elderly, weak, women and children were kneeling there, hunched and skinny, obviously not having enough food for a long time.

"Okay! Dear masters, madam!" A middle-aged woman with yellow mud on her face and ragged clothes saw her passing by, kept kowtowing to the ground. Amid the crisp banging sound, clear red marks appeared on her forehead, and blood was faintly revealed.

The voice was weak and hoarse, as if it was about to die at any time.

"Give some money, you're going to starve to death!"

Seeing that the woman's expression had not changed, she began to shout at the top of her lungs.

"Nifgaard's beasts invaded our country! They snatched our houses and property, killed our loved ones, let's pity us!"

"Goddess Freya, the eternal fire, please pity the Sintra people who suffer and suffer!"

The woman took a deep breath, and the sadness flashed on her face, and she couldn't help but hold her chest.

Speaking of which, he was also missing there and his whereabouts are still unknown!

The woman kept walking, but her slender hands were outlining lightly and hiddenly in the air, and the huge string of pearls on her chest shone with colorful magic light.

Dingdong!

The five beggars who were kneeling on the ground begging suddenly turned pale, and a few yellow Crowns suddenly appeared in the open space in front of them.

Ecstasy drowns them!

"The eternal fire appears!"

"Goddess Freya is kind!"

Five people picked up coins and rushed to the slums to buy food!

The porridge, clear soup and white water donated by the Church of Eternal Fire can float up on the plate and can not fill the empty belly!

...

The woman stayed outside the Temple of Eternal Fire for a moment. Wherever she saw, under the beams and pillars, beside the fountain pool, and between the circular squares, were low and worn tents, where refugees from Sintra lived.

At the suggestion of Sheriff Schappelle and collector Gao Wen, Novigre and other northern countries generally mercifully placed some refugees from afar.

Unfortunately, more Sintra people are still displaced in the north.

...

Below the Temple Island, behind a narrow slope with weeds, a dark and hidden cave. In front of the innermost wall, the woman waved her hand and the wall immediately dissipated like foam, revealing a corridor with a brazier quietly burning.

She walked into the corridor and dispersed various mechanisms and illusions from time to time. During this period, she passed by a dry fountain pool, reached out to touch her pet, and gently patted a statue-stop gargoyle guard.

She walked into a laboratory.

The lights are brightly lit and spacious enough to accommodate hundreds of people; the layout is rigorous, the living area, experimental area and material area are clearly distinguished; the equipment is complete, and there are all kinds of containers, operating tables, and soaking stoves of all types.

And in the blue eyes, two researchers were reflected.

A middle-aged man with Mediterranean hairstyle, pointed mouth and monkey cheeks, dirty and sticky goatee beard by his chin.

The man's overly small eyes were filled with blood and two thick dark circles.

At this moment, he was whipping around the back of his head with annoyance.

Next to him was a woman with long red and brown hair tied behind her head, a playful and cute sorcerer, and her beautiful Che Yaju's blue eyes flashed with confusion.

"Tris, Kalkstan," Rita Need's nervous voice sounded, like a patient waiting for a doctor's examination results. "Did there be any progress yesterday?"

"Sorry... Coral," Ms. Merligord lowered her head in shame and rubbed the corners of her clothes with her hands. "I can't remember! My impression of what happened in Sintra Castle was very vague, very vague... I only remember a few cloaked men surrounded Roy, and later, somehow, they started fighting. What did they say during this period? I can't remember at all, and this part of the memory seemed to have been completely deleted!"

"Ms. Rita, don't worry, Tris's amnesia symptoms are not simple." The alchemist stroked his beard and shook his head. "It is definitely not a simple suggestive magic. She was also fed a special drug... thus deepening the effect of amnesia. In my opinion, it is unlikely to restore her memory in a short period of time."

"But Roy can still wait?" Rita Need suddenly leaned back and sat on a row of benches, and his fingers unconsciously pinched the hem of his skirt. "It has been two months... There is no clue, and there is basically no progress in research."

During two months, Rita Need went from being full of confidence to being nervous and mad, to having hope withering, and now his heart began to despair.

"If he is really alive, why don't he let Golfin help deliver a message back? All divination has failed to do with him! The shapeshift monster, Mr. Gowen and Mr. Schappel sent a large number of men and his whereabouts through countless channels were not found."

She complained in the air in a fierce manner.

"Don't he know how many people here think of him, wait for him, and are worried about him?"

Tris trembled when she heard this, pursed her red lips, and a timid expression appeared on her delicate pretty face.

Then he shook his head comfortably, walked to the sorcerer suddenly, grabbed her hand, and looked at her haggard face.

"Believe me, he must still be alive somewhere!"

After spending time together with cooperative experiments, Triss' attitude quietly changed.

From the beginning, he was afraid of this domineering, aloof and verbal verbal sorcerer, and gradually became sympathetic and sympathetic.

It has to be said that Rita Need's concern for that person was beyond Tris' expectations.

It seems that she is in her heart every moment, and she often sleeps endlessly because of this.

This is completely different from those colleagues in Tris' memory who changed their partner in ten days and a half months.

In contrast, my own emotions that are dazzling because of physical impulses and gratitude seem simple and childish.

Only women can understand women.

Tris gradually found the trick to get along with each other, and as long as he didn't show too much concern for her man, there would be no problem.

"If those people are going to be bad for Roy, why not just kill me, but instead try hard to clear my memory? Their use of such a roundabout way must have something else to Roy and don't want to tear her face off!"

"Roy must be in control now and can't contact us."

Rita Need silently,

"Hope so."

"Two ladies, as I say, don't be possessed by a young boy all day long. How can men compare to precise experiments and endless knowledge?" Karkstan said in a swift manner, "The mystery of magic is the ultimate destination of the warlock!"

"And the love between men and women and the physical stimulation are just adjustment products!"

"You have finally gained some professional qualities and attitudes during this period, and you should be more attentive to follow me to do experiments!"

Suddenly, the two sorcerers looked at the alchemist with disdain and contempt flashing in their eyes.

"Stop shameful contempt! Don't look at me like this. Is it a sin to be single?" Karkstein was angry at first, then shook his head and laughed.

"Okay, I was just kidding, Roy deserves your favor. He is young and has a strong qi and blood. He will never leave such a beautiful partner. Believe it or not, he will be back soon?" The alchemist guessed irresponsibly, "Maybe he would bring us some surprise gifts."

The two ladies' pretty faces cleared slightly.

"Now, don't just talk about Roy, how did those four kids perform yesterday?" the alchemist asked expectantly, "Is there any place that is uncomfortable?"

Rita Need's eyes were filled with a hint of spirit when he heard this.

"They are very healthy, and the green grass trial is very successful! I have to say that we have improved the green grass decoction based on snakes, wolves, and flying lions. The only disadvantage is that the mutation effect is 2% weaker than the traditional green grass decoction, and 30. The four reserve demon hunters have lower qualities after mutation than Carl."

The three have done their best.

After all, dozens of warlocks have spent hundreds of years studying the decoction of green grass in the past, but they have only worked together for a year, and the degree of optimization and transformation is limited.

To ensure safety, some effects have to be abandoned.

"But all four children have overcome the difficulties safely and soundly. This is the biggest breakthrough! I haven't seen those stinky men, looking at our expressions is like looking at the gods!"

Hearing this, the alchemist pulled a hair from the sparse Mediterranean again.

Why do women always like to affect innocent people?

"Now, there are more than 16 witch hunters in the entire Gaowen House who have passed the trial of grass, among which Resor, Lambert, and Cohen have passed the secondary mutation. This is a miracle, do you know? If Roy sees it..."

"If that kid knows, he will definitely reward you well!" The alchemist quickly changed the topic. He was almost physically uncomfortable after hearing this name during this period. "You mentioned Cohen just now. Didn't that guy have to participate in the Sodeng Mountain Battle last time? Did he survive?"

After Niphgad captured the city of Sintra, the griffin witch hunters who believed in the spirit of the chivalrous spirit saw that the Nichs continued to cross the Yaruga River north, invaded the land of Soden, and slaughtered the people of the north, and finally could not hold back their blood.

Wonderful thoughts are going to Vigima to join the army and fight against the Nifgad invaders.
To be continued...