The red-haired man said: "Your judgment seems to be wrong, or you still doubt whether my hair color was dyed or whether my eye color was tampered with. Do you want to check it?"
"Uh... No, no, no." Cesaniel was a little embarrassed.
The red-haired man put on his clothes again and said, "It seems that I am not the Celeste you said."
Cesanil asked: "But where did you get your clothes? Dark Magic Robe."
The red-haired man said: "I don't think I know you well enough to tell you everything about myself. We don't even know each other's names."
"My name is Cesaniel."
The red-haired man said: "I'm not interested in your name. I'm going to read a book now. If you have nothing else to do, please leave."
Cesaniel was frustrated and had no choice but to leave angrily.
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Back in his hotel room, Cesaniel lay on the bed dejectedly, thinking to himself: "Alice said that the person who attacked at night looked very much like her master. Whether it was true or not, the person she was talking about had white hair, but
That guy has red hair, so he’s not the one who attacked us at night. But if it weren’t for him, who else would be hiding in Shabazhou but being an unknown master?”
Monina held the plate and brought a cup of lemon tea over: "Master, have something to drink."
"Thank you, I was feeling thirsty." Cesaniel took a sip of the lemon tea, placed it on the table next to him, and thought about it again. After a while, he found Monina still beside him and asked
: "Well, aren't you going to bed yet?"
Monina held her chin and sat quietly on the chair beside the bed. When her master asked, she spoke: "If the master doesn't sleep, I won't sleep. If the master needs anything, Monina can help."
Cesanil smiled warmly in his heart and touched her head: "No, you can go and rest. It's very late."
But Monina did not leave, and asked: "Master, what are you thinking about? Is it about the dark robe?"
"Well. That person refused to tell me how he got the dark magic robe. But I will definitely get to the bottom of this matter, but I'm afraid I won't be able to use force." Cesanil said: "There is also the matter of Long Ling.
, Teacher Sofina helped me back then, and I owe her a favor. Since she entrusted me to find a dragon piece for her, I will try my best regardless of whether I can do it or not."
Monina said: "I don't know what Long Ling is. But I feel that Master is no stranger to Long Ling, and seems to have known it for a long time. Master, you have become the Feather Phoenix of our Eagle Demon Clan, but I don't know anything about you."
I don’t understand, I don’t even know your life experience.”
Cesanil said: "It doesn't matter if you don't understand, as long as your clan leader trusts me. Otherwise, he wouldn't agree with me taking Anyuan Pheasant away, and he would send you to follow me to help me."
"Don't you think the patriarch sent me to monitor you?" Monina asked tentatively.
Cesanil smiled and said: "So what if it is, so what if it is not. I took away such an important treasure of the hawk demon clan, so it is right for him to send someone to follow me. Besides, you are such a cute little hawk demon.
."
Monina smiled happily.
Cesanil said: "By the way, why do I feel that you seem to have a problem with Alice. You are usually so well-behaved and obedient, but today you are a little angry. What did she do to you?"
"No." Monina tilted her head and denied.
"Um?"
Monina lowered her head and said, "Okay, I admit that I don't like her."
"Why?"
"Because I think Master, the way you look at her is different. It was the same way when we were in Xisha City. After she beat up the White Skeleton that day, the way you look at her is even more different."
"Uh, is there?" Although Cesaniel said this, thinking of Alice's appearance, he couldn't help but have a sweet and silly smile on his lips.
"Look, look, it's like this now." Monina was suddenly startled and said: "Master, have you fallen in love with her?"
Cesanil did not deny it: "Maybe. I heard that there is a kind of love called love at first sight."
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Early the next morning, the mysterious red-haired man packed his luggage, covered his head and face with a gauze scarf, put on a cloak to prevent wind and sand, took the camel, and was about to leave, when he happened to meet Cesanil on the road.
"What, are you leaving?" Cesaniel stopped in the middle of the road.
"Otherwise? Are you planning to live here forever?"
"Why did you choose to leave at this time? The magic bottle with the treasure map hasn't been found yet." Cesaniel added: "Or have you already found it?"
The red-haired man smiled and said, "Why do you think I'm here for the treasure bottle?"
"Is not it?"
"Of course not." The red-haired man said: "Everyone is looking for some magic bottle at the bottom of the lake. When have you ever seen it? Come on, don't block my way. I really want to leave."
Cesaniel stepped out of the way and watched him go away.
Monina said: "Master, this person is very strange."
Cesanil said: "Of course he is strange. If he wasn't strange, I wouldn't have followed him."
"But he has left, what should the master do?"
Cesanil narrowed his eyes slightly and said, "If he leaves, we will leave too."
Monina was surprised: "Shall we leave too!? But..."
Cesanil said: "Whether the magic bottle is on him or not, it is definitely no longer on Shaba Island. Since we have no clues, then he is the only clue. Even if he really did not take the magic bottle,
We can also try to figure out the origin of his dark robe. Let’s go and follow him.”
"Why don't you invite Alice, who you like, to go on the road with you?" Monina said jealously.
Cesaniel just smiled and followed.
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At noon, Alice couldn't think of a way to find the magic bottle, so she had to go find Cesaniel. When she arrived at the hotel, she found out that he had checked out and left. She returned to Jennifer and told them the situation.
Lucas said: "Now that he has left and we are leaving, the person who stole the magic bottle will definitely not stay in Shaba Island any longer. Cesaniel must have thought of this before leaving."
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Rourke said: "But where should we go? Should we go to Cesaniel, or should we go our own way?"
Lucas said: "The content of the sheepskin map is incomplete and cannot be solved yet. Finding the ancient cemetery map is our primary goal. Cesaniel will leave early in the morning, so there is no guarantee that there are any clues that we don't know. Even if there are not
, his goal is the same as ours, and he will probably try hard to find the person who stole the magic bottle, so as long as we find him, we will be right."
"But where to find it?" Codman asked.
Lucas said: "I have thought about this. No matter whether he goes north or south, he will go to Kongsburg, which is the nearest town to Shaba Island and is also a market. East,
In the three directions of south and west, no matter which way he goes, the closest place to stay is there. Even if he plans to go north to the desert, he will go to Kongsberg for supplies first, so that's the right place to go."
Everyone felt that what Lucas said made sense, so they asked the hotel to bring the desert doodle bird they had stored there, and headed south to Kongsburg.
However, Cesaniel did not go south to Kongsberg as they expected, but was walking towards the northern desert. In other words, it was not that he had to go to the northern desert, but the direction of the red-haired man.
In the desert, the red-haired man rode a camel forward slowly, and Cesaniel found a camel mount from nowhere, and slowly followed the red-haired man.
The red-haired man looked back at them and said, "Since when have people like you started clinging to others like a fool?"
"Am I pestering you?" Cesaniel really seemed to be playing a rogue and refused to admit it: "Everyone can walk in such a big desert. You can do it, and so can I. How can you ask me to pester you?"
The red-haired man knew that there was no point in saying such scoundrel words to him, so he had no choice but to tap the hunchback's belly with his shoe heel and run forward faster.
Cesanil chuckled: "You want to get rid of me like this? It's too much of a dream. Monina, keep an eye on him in the air, and follow him wherever he goes."
"Yes." Monina flew high into the sky. Her excellent eyesight allowed her to see figures as small as ants clearly even if she flew very high.
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At night, the red-haired man stopped, hid behind a hill sheltered from the wind and lit a bonfire. Soon a sound of hooves came over and he slowly stopped in front of the bonfire: "I told you, don't get rid of me."
."
The red-haired man was frying the steak in a pan and said, "I really don't understand why you have to follow me."
Cesaniel jumped off the camel, sat opposite him with Monina, and said, "Because I have an intuition that the magic bottle is in your body."
"Even if I don't have white hair, I'm not the Celeste you call me?"
Cesanil nodded: "Yes, even though there are so many unreasonable things, I still feel this way." He turned his eyes and stared at the red-haired man's hand: "Are you married?"
The red-haired man blocked the ring on his ring finger with his hand: "It's none of your business."
"Not many people get married as young as you." Cesanil said: "The ring is very beautiful. Where did you buy it?"
The red-haired man stopped talking.
Cesanil said: "You know, married men are usually very happy, especially when they first get married. Judging from your age, you must have just been married, right? Why are you not at home with your beautiful wife?
If you go to such a wilderness, if something happens in the desert, wouldn't your wife be a widow? Tsk, tsk, tsk, it's really pitiful to be a widow at such a young age, so pitiful."
Cesaniel added: "Actually, sometimes I think that if a man leaves his wife for too long, maybe his wife will not be widowed. Think about it, a young and beautiful widow must be coveted by many people.
Three feet apart, plus you are not at home for a long time, women will inevitably feel empty and lonely. If they have some strange relationships with neighbors, friends, the boyfriend of a female best friend, or the boyfriend of a male best friend, that is also
A common thing."
Monina looked at Cesaniel strangely. She felt that her master talked more today and spoke like a complete scoundrel.
Cesanil continued: "But don't worry. As young as you are, in good health, and capable, your wife will definitely not have an affair with another man. Even if she wants to, people who know you will be afraid.
, are you afraid of getting into trouble? But it’s hard to tell people you don’t know. Let me tell you something. This is a story I heard, but it was told to me by a friend in the pub. He told me, there is
A man, a very powerful and powerful man, he has a very beautiful wife, as beautiful as a fairy. But this man is not at home for a long time, and this wife is very lonely, so she goes to hook up with other men. But I know
Her men didn't dare to have sex with her, because they were afraid that this woman's husband would teach them a lesson if they knew about it. Then guess what, this woman came up with a wonderful idea. She wore a mask and disguised herself
Pretending to be a delinquent woman, she ends up having sex every day and having a new husband every night. Haha, what do you think of her idea?"
Monina's face turned red when she heard such a story. When she saw the mean look on her master's face, she really wanted to go over and slap him. But she immediately understood that her master Cesanil's intention was to anger him.
However, the red-haired man turned a deaf ear to Cesanil's words, and only focused on frying the steak. When the steak was cooked to eighty-mold, he took it out and ate it. But before he could eat it, a gust of wind suddenly hit him, and Cesar
Neil quickly attacked a few times and took the opportunity to snatch the steak from the red-haired man's hand.
"Well, it's quite delicious. Your skill in frying the steak is really good." Cesaniel slurred in his mouth, savoring the taste of the steak. After finishing the steak, he smacked his fingers again, but his eyes were like
He watched the red-haired man's reaction with keen eagle eyes.
What about the red-haired man? There was no response. He squatted down again, took out a fresh steak wrapped in paper from his luggage, put it in the pot, and slowly fried a new steak.
Cesanil chuckled and said, "Why, does the image of snatching things from others sound familiar?"
The red-haired man shook the small pan in his hand, poured some olive oil, and sprinkled some pepper and salt grains carefully. The fresh pork chops were sizzling in the small pan, and he came to the pot.
After smelling it, I felt quite satisfied, so I turned the steak over and swayed it slightly on the campfire.
Cesanil's expression finally changed, becoming less rogue and less pretentious. He stared coldly at the silent red-haired man: "Okay, you win."