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Chapter 103: No Monthly Rent for Faerun's Phone

"Dang ~"

The bell hanging in the room began to knock himself. Don Quixote did not need to look up. He has always been filled with the spirit in the room. Now it is 10 o'clock in the evening.

At this time, Don Quixote was leaning on the sofa with a speechless face, and the two eyes were staring at the name in the picture on the screen on the opposite wall.

The reason is very simple. From home, this guy starts to take a cup of unknown liquid for himself in the middle of the way. Maybe it is water, maybe a kind of coffee drink, and there are a few of the darkened autumn.

I have been playing with myself in front of the desk.

At about 8 o'clock in the evening, I ate those objects that suspected wheat bread. It is estimated that that is his dinner. Why do you need to use suspected?

The signal conversion several times in a row is black and white, so there is a feeling of watching black and white TV on the earth, watching black and white TV in the twentieth century, and catching up with the bad signal. Basically, black white snowflakes will appear every few seconds.

This is the end of the loss of the signal. The converter cannot be converted. It can only be displayed with black and white spots.

"Pap!" Rands in the picture finally stood up, stretched a lazy waist, shaking his body to left and right, and you could even hear the sound of friction between the intervertebral bone bone skeletal.

I'm tired of chess, I guess it is going to sleep.

However, even if Don Quixote knows that this man is an enemy, he still admires this guy. He sat in one place for a few hours to play with himself. Don Quixote could not do it.

Sure enough, as Don Quixote speculated, after standing up and shaking his waist, Rands blew out the oil lamps on the desk, and the picture on the wall was dark. Of course, there was a comfort award.

That is, you can hear the sound, but it is not the sound of speaking, but the footsteps away from the footsteps of the study.

"Hey ~" Rands went to sleep, and Don Quixote also sighed. Although he did not need to breathe, Don Quixote still retained a lot of human habits, such as sighing, watching things, seeing things.

At that time, the eyes will follow, and I have witnessed the Don Quixote, who had witnessed Lands for several hours, and felt that this black conspirator was the most boring person he had ever seen.

Of course, Don Quixote in these hours is not completely unable to gain. There are still some gains. For example, Rands is a left -handed man, whether eating, or drinking coffee, or eating dark objects suspected of wheat bread.

He uses his left hand.

Another is that he is a somewhat schizophrenia. The reason why he thinks is that his performance when he played chess.

Chess is very similar, of course, it is not a specific rule, but that it is said that the purpose of killing the opponent's king is the purpose, and no matter which side is used, it seems that it will not be affected by the other party.

In other words, when he uses one of them, he can even block the memory that he uses the other side. This magical ability, in Don Quixote, is obviously a very high -level schizophrenia.

Of course, this is still a Don Quixote -style joke. His ability explains one thing that he also has the ability to control the soul freely, at least his soul.

Time passed by little by little. In addition to the darkness and occasional noise on the opposite wall, there was no response again. Don Quixote knew that the guy had fallen asleep, but because of breathing sound

It's too light, maybe the bedroom is too far away from the study, so I can't hear the sound of breathing.

Thinking of this, he adjusted the frequency and switched the screen to Lands's study. It was still dark, but due to angle problems, it seemed to see a little moonlight.

Don Quixote also entered a state of meditation, leaving only a trace of feeling of paying attention to the sound from the receiver.

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"~" Don Quixote was bored enough to use the paper plane that can control the folded sheepskin paper in the room. Since the surveillance of Lands, it has been a month since I started to monitor Lands.

This month, Don Quixote returned to the true nature of the procedure of the procedure. He had never left this house in half. Anyway, he had bought the house, and he was not afraid that someone would come to disturb.

However, although he was staring at Lands almost at the moment, unfortunately, almost no useful information was collected.

Whether this guy is in the house in the office area of ​​the temple, or in his own home, most of the time is playing chess with himself. Of course, occasionally, he will leave Don Quixote's sight. Maybe he goes to the toilet.

Perhaps it is to eat or something. Occasionally there are some dialogues. Most of them are the following people reflect some things related to the temple, such as the operation of the temple, what the funds are used.

Of course, there are some seemingly valuable information, such as a person who sent a few packages of sheepskin paper a few days ago. The content of the conversation is "Bishop, this is the latest information."

It is a pity that Lands did not read the habit of reading information, and Don Quixote also reduced the fluctuations of the magic array in order to save the consumption of basic elements, which deliberately simplified the magic array.

As a result, the magic array is not 360 -degree monitoring, there is only the one in front of the sun, and the content of the parchment paper cannot be seen at all.

As for his home, no one may believe that Don Quixote monitored his month, and the man almost never said at home.

There is only himself with his home, and there is no great reason for a servant, so naturally you will not get any useful information.

Staring at the daily picture of an old man without leaving home for a month, even if it is a Lich, it will make people feel an inexplicable irritability in the heart, as if there is a kind of stones in front of the stones.

The impulse of the iron box, so in order to alleviate this anxiety, Don Quixote often chooses Kyle to spend the Fisun version of the phone porridge when he is free. The signal is clear, and the monthly rent is the belief.

You must say what useful information, even if you just talk about your daily life, you can make Don Quixote feel better.

"So, Xiaotang, I told you a long time ago that now that this matter has been exposed, he will definitely not choose me as his target again."

"Are you on patrol now?" Don Quixote shot a paper plane made of parchment onto the opposite wall. With the help of wind spells, a hole was cut in the wall like tofu.

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"Well, ah~~" Kyle yawned as he said, "I am obviously a high-level knight, but I still have to do patrolling, something that only a junior knight would do."

"Nonsense, why didn't you say that the place you patrolled was the reserve of your temple?"

"Ah~~" Kyle did not refute, but yawned again. Of course, this was not due to sleepiness. The soul of the high-level knight was still quite powerful. Her yawn was caused by boredom, just like Don Quixote!

"What is that guy doing now?"

"What else can I do?" Don Quixote looked helpless. "Let's just play chess with myself. I firmly believe that one day he will drive himself crazy like this! Wait..." Don Quixote

He suddenly became energetic, "Let's not talk about it for now, there seems to be something going on!"

"You bastard, you actually used my communication spell first..."

For a whole month, as an archbishop, besides himself, another person finally appeared in the place where he lived. However, due to the angle and light problems, Don Quixote could not see what the person behind the sundial looked like, but fortunately

I can still hear the sound, so it doesn't matter.

"Damn it, can't you change the magic crystal lamp? Every time I come to your place, there is an unpleasant smell of grease."

This complaint led Don Quixote to conclude that the person who came was a woman, and she seemed to be very familiar with Lantes, having at least been here more than once.

Lantes didn't seem to care about the complaints of the woman in front of him, but continued to play checkers on his own, "You are still free, you can go wherever you want."

"Tch, I'm traveling around the world with a mission. How can I have such freedom? I'm here to tell you something."

"If you have something to do, just use the communication spell. Why come here in person?" After saying this, Lantsi raised his head suspiciously, "Is it a very confidential matter?"

"Nonsense, otherwise you think I would come to this crappy place like yours, the whole house smells of grease!"

In the world of Faerûn, although there are such convenient things as communication spells, which can also allow people with power to communicate with each other, clergy generally do not choose to use communication spells when discussing confidential matters, because that is

It means that the goddess of magic knows about the matter. Because of different beliefs, the clergy still avoid such things happening.

"The senior management has re-evaluated what you have done. It seems that they want to execute God's judgment on you to see what you really think."

"Oh?" Under the illumination of the grease lamp, Lantesi's brows seemed to frown, "Did they start to doubt me?"

"Probably so. After all, the fact that you hired an ascetic to assassinate the target is too obvious and inconsistent with his previous behavior."

"Da~" Lantesi finally put down the chess in his hand and seemed to be deep in thought, "How long will it take for the trial to be carried out?"

"It hasn't been finalized yet. The news I got is that the top management seems to have this tendency. It seems to me that you are indeed too anxious."

"It's just a chess piece on the chessboard," Rands said lightly. "No one can think of that mid -level knight will know such a powerful mage."

"Actually, you should close it for the first time. Anyway, there is another chance of provoking the two temples. There is still a chance that you have not succeeded in doing this, but also exposed this identity that you only get in exchange for it," said the woman on the opposite side

I sighed, "What do you plan to do now, and give up this identity to escape?"

"Can you escape?" Rands crushed a chess piece directly, "Anyway, it will be exposed, so just find a chance to kill the little knight, and then disappear, before leaving

What do people think, I think the Temple of the Sun is fixed! "


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