Chapter 199: A long talk (198 in the morning, wrong title)
Arthur Pandri was instinctively disliked cigarettes. Most elves and half-elves were born to hate three things: sea, fireworks, and vinegar, so she directly took the smoke-free one on Don Quixote's hand.
The strange paper roll was snatched up and pressed it hard into the ashtray on the ground. Of course, Arthur Pandli didn't know that this thing was called an ashtray. "Damn civilians, this is my study!"
"Then Queen, what's wrong with you looking for me?" As he said that, Don Quixote lit another cigarette. Obviously, he was going to challenge the woman today.
"Huh~~" Arthur Pandeli took a deep breath. She knew that the man in front of her was a guy who was soft but not hard, so she was too lazy to bother with him anymore. Otherwise, she would probably really endure it.
He kept punching him a few more times, "In the drawer above behind you, there was a dozen parchment paper."
Don Quixote rubbed his body to the side, pulled open the bottom drawer with his hands behind his back, and reached out to touch it. There was no so-called parchment inside, but he touched a few soft and long things.
When I came out, I saw that it was not a sanitary napkin or something.
"Bang!" The thick book in Arthur Pandri's hand cried directly on Don Quixote's face, "Bastard, are you not a big deal?"
"Hiss~" Don Quixote took a light sip of cigarettes, carefully read the contents on the parchment paper, and then he habitually narrowed his eyes because there were fragmentary records on it.
There are many information about him, some things, and even Don Quixote himself has no impression. It can also be said that many important things he has participated in in Britain in the past two years. There are records on it, and of course some of them
It has nothing to do with him, it is obviously considered wrong information.
"Wait, is this?" Don Quixote read very quickly, so after a few breaths, he saw the last piece of parchment. Although this piece of parchment was as big as the others, it only had it on it.
In a word, "In December of 435, I can't remember the specific time. The leader ordered me to find everything about Lich Hall Quixote in Britain, some strange things, even if it seems to have nothing to do with him.
, but." The confession came to an abrupt end here.
"Huh~" Don Quixote took a last sip and squeezed the cigarette butt in his hand. "When did it happen?" At this time, Don Quixote's face no longer had the relaxed freehand painting as before, and the last trump card was just like this.
It was easily exposed, and anyone would do so.
"After I came back from the Elf Empire vacation, my spy who belonged to me told me that Yara Bot, the man in the last piece of information you read, he used his power to do it
After a lot of hidden things, I felt something strange and caught him. I found the information you saw from his home. Of course, these things have been sorted out. The last one was the confession I asked him alone.
He only said one sentence, and his whole soul seemed to be ignited, and almost disappeared in an instant."
"Bang!" Don Quixote leaned his head against the desk, closed his eyes slightly, as if thinking about something, and for a moment, the study room became quiet.
"Are you really a lich?"
Don Quixote nodded slightly.
"That's why you refuse the offer to be Prince of Britain?"
"Um."
"But," Arthur Pandri moved his body and moved to Don Quixote, "How do you explain the night I lived in your house more than half a year ago? I have never heard of a lich.
Have the ability to that."
There was a silence. Seeing Don Quixote who was too lazy to pay attention to him, Arthur Pandri stretched out a finger curiously, and with a hint of strength, gently pushed Don Quixote's face, warm and elastic, if
If it is a spell disguise, his fingers that are attached to the power of the Knight King can definitely break the spell. "Then," Arthur Pandri put his five fingers together, put his hand on Don Quixote's chest, and the defensive spell attached to his body was
Cracked instantly.
"Bang! Bang!" The healthy and regular heartbeat made even the knowledgeable knight king shocked, "This is impossible!"
Don Quixote, who seemed to have figured out something, opened his eyes and took off Arthur Pandri's hand that was pressing against his heart. "If it comes to the true god, nothing is impossible."
"True God" Arthur Pandeli suddenly showed a relieved expression. Obviously, she almost forgot because she was too surprised. The man in front of her was a guy who controlled the ruins of the gods, that is to say, Arthur Pandeli had a face on her face.
A hint of envy, "The true God has raised you?"
Don Quixote shook his head, "Using the knowledge given by the True God, I have developed a method that I can rely on the living. In the final analysis, I am still a lich."
"Who is the one who chases you?"
Don Quixote shook his head, "A very dangerous and crazy enemy has nothing to do with you, so don't worry about this."
"Danger?" Arthur Pandeli's tone clearly revealed disdain. Of course, her disdain was about the mysterious force. "I want to see what kind of person he is, and will make you say this!"
"So, you strong women are sometimes very annoying," Don Quixote shrugged helplessly, looking at Arthur Pandri's unyielding posture, "It's you who want to jump in,
Don't say I didn't stop you," he then told Arthur Pandri about what he knew about "Lantes" and his opinion of that person, and obviously Don Quixote was also
I know that the woman in front of me is not allowed to be in her country, and something is out of her control. In layman's terms, it is a woman who is particularly possessive and will kill you if you don't listen to me.
"According to what you said, he is really a lunatic, but a person who can't even handle a mere empire and wants to overthrow the divine power. I suddenly feel that you have a little overestimated him, if he doesn't have the secret techniques you mentioned and
The help of that mysterious bald head, in fact, he really is. Cough~ Cough. It's really nothing."
"Don Quixote knocked the drawer with the back of his head. With Arthur Pandri's expression instinctively extinguished the cigarette in his hand, "I can only say that this guy is not lucky, but I
I am curious. Originally, it has nothing to do with me about whether he overthrows the true god, but every time I accidentally stand on his opposite side, and now you are involved. In short, it's all.
You must be careful, never underestimate him, it is best to tell the Queen of the Elf Empire about this."
Arthur Pandri said, "Don't think that caring about me like this, I will forgive what you gave me."
"Haha," Don Quixote received the parchment scattered on the ground and threw it into the bottom drawer. "I will not admit it, I reserve the right to sue you in the noble court."
"Hmph, let's stay in the palace tonight. I happened to bring a lot of specialties from the Elf Empire, and I guarantee you have never eaten it. Although it's a waste to give you this lich."
"Nonsense, I'll tell you," Don Quixote rolled up his sleeves and revealed his fair and vibrant skin that was comparable to an elf. "I am the same as a living person, and I have to eat, drink, defecate, and sleep. How can I do it?
It's a waste."
"It turns out to be like this. As expected, even the fallen true god is not something that we and other mortals can guess. By the way," Arthur Pandli suddenly asked very well, "I have never seen the life of a lich since I was so old.
What is the box? Can I see it?"
Don Quixote stretched, then looked at Arthur Pandri with an idiot's gaze, "I've never seen what the Knight King's underwear looks like, can I see it
See?”
"Bang~"
"Squeak~"
The desk in the study seemed to have been shifted for a long time, and at the same time, it made a harsh noise when rubbing against the ground.
Late at night, Don Quixote lay alone in the room arranged by Arthur Pandri, with a warm and comfortable bed, a burning fireplace, and some food. Perhaps because he was afraid that he would be hungry, he used the magic crystal lamp.
Light, Don Quixote is looking at the list provided by Donlock. Of course, for the sake of confidentiality, Don Quixote cannot take everyone on this list, and suddenly a group of alchemists are missing.
All fools know that there is something wrong here, so Don Quixote is preparing to find a few of the things he needs most at the moment, just like Sinkid, an alchemy expert who specializes in basic unit bodies. He is like this
It is just to deal with "Lantes". As for the relationship with the Charia Empire, it is at most mutual use. Anyway, everyone has the same enemy.
"Yes," Don Quixote reached out and lit up a few times, "Just three."
Early in the morning, Arthur Pandri was eating breakfast while watching a parchment airplane left by her bed after she woke up. Although she had noticed it when the paper airplane flew in, she knew Doji
Jote did not have any malice, so she didn't say anything. Moreover, she was a little sleepy at that time, so she was too lazy to get up and say goodbye to Don Quixote. After this incident, there were opportunities to train this man in the future.
"First, my identity must be kept confidential."
"Secondly, don't trust anyone around you easily. With your carefulness, you will always find strange things about those people."
"Third, you must seek protection from the Elf Empire. That guy has a powerful man of the magic god level to help, and you are not an opponent."
"Fourth, I actually lied to you yesterday. I have seen the color of the Knight King's underwear, which is white."
"Bang!" The brand new solid wood table in front of Arthur Pandli turned into pieces along with the breakfast above.
Most alchemists are like Hinkid and Dongluck, with high IQ and low EQ. Those with seriousness are even difficult to take care of themselves. It can be imagined that those alchemists who have been dismissed and voluntarily resigned.
In fact, their lives are not satisfactory. After all, alchemists are also humans. They cannot be proficient in all the alchemy departments. It is good to be able to make a living. So compared to the lucky Sinkid, Don Quixote crosses the five states of Britain.
The remaining three guys who were in a down-and-out life were obviously much more enjoyable. They immediately agreed to Don Quixote's request, and didn't even have time to hesitate.
This made Don Quixote think of one thing, and it was the news he saw on Earth. A very awesome heart-bypass doctor left the hospital because of the exclusion and was forced to sell eggs for a living. Later, he went abroad and became a
For doctors with high annual salary, in Don Quixote's view, although these people experienced different things from the doctor, their situation was similar.
People must first have enough food to talk to them about morality, faith, and patriotism. Therefore, they are poor and displaced and easily betray their country and run away with Don Quixote.
Don Quixote can understand Arthur Pandri's approach. After all, as a half-elves, she is born to dislike these things, but at this point, she is not a qualified king. Of course, Don Quixote will not persuade that woman.
In fact, she is almost the same as herself, she is a person who will never be influenced by others, so Don Quixote is too lazy to waste his words. Moreover, if she doesn't do this, she will not be able to pick up these four lives.
What about the alchemist?
"You are such a devil!" Looking at the three colleagues who were standing in front of him, Sinkid said lightly.
"Ha, then are you willing to sell your soul?"
"Oh," Hinkid sighed, "Do you think I have any reason to refuse? Well, my friend," Hinkid stood up excitedly and looked at Don Quixote, "My life,
My dreams and everything about me will be bet on you!”
"Don't worry," Don Quixote smiled slightly, "Buy me and win!" (To be continued...)
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