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However, his youngsters were more careful. They first opened the book “Bible” and turned over a few pages to confirm that there was nothing in it. Then they groped for it on the cover. The sword was taken apart and the result was really called from them. I took out a thin piece of parchment, but unfortunately there was nothing on the parchment. The Patrol Cavalry tried every means – whether it was the dripping of the developing agent or the fire. Or put it in the moonlight – there is no way to show the text on the paper, Brando tried a few small Magic tricks, and it didn’t help, and finally it was aside.

The young Patrol Cavalry were still very motivated at first, and they had to behave in front of the favorite Lord Count, but after a few hours, they couldn’t help but yawn. Those Demonic Cultist are simply made of special materials, no matter how they are tortured, mourning for a long time, but not a word, they even killed one of them to kill the chicken to warn the monkey, the rest of the people even scared Shiver coldly, still clenching his teeth and not opening his mouth. It is obviously more fearful than death. They are more afraid of torture after death. These people devotion the soul to the devil and Twilight. Once they open their mouths into Hell, they wait for them to die. End.

After the gloomy Moya sank into the horizon from the mountains in the east, Tadissa, who appeared in the autumn night sky, walked through half again, and the north-south sky starred, and there was almost only the last short time in the night. Everyone is exhausted, but nothing is gained. Eugene couldn’t help but look at Brando’s eyes with a bit of apology, but Brando said it was fine, he was lucky, but the results were also expected. He looked at the youngster who had already smashed the eggplant that had been beaten by the frost. Although he knew that the other party was just a compliment, he was very satisfied. He planned to wait until dawn to search for a camp. It was really impossible. These people will always leave clues.

It was at this time that Amandina finally arrived at the camp accompanied by Freya.

Miss Adviser is smart, she sees a messy camp, and the youngsters of the Patrol Cavalry team, which seems to have at least one week of incomprehensibility, understands that Lord Thane is so tossed because of himself, otherwise why should he not go with a group of little Demonic Cultist? He is not the sheriff of Bruglas, and the sheriff may not personally manage these trivial things. She bowed slightly to Brando and asked about the story of the night. She took a look at the Demonic Cultist and confirmed that she had never met with them before, and then one by one to check those from the camp. Searched for piecemeal things, but when she heard Brando mention the blank parchment, she just raised heads to say to Brando:

“Lord Thane, let Eugene Captain send these unscrupulous people first, and you see it, they probably won’t speak.”

Brando looked at one’s own Miss Adviser and they worked together for quite a period of time. They could already hear some hidden meanings beyond the words, so they were nodded.

Patrol Cavalry, like a monk, quickly tied up the rest of the living with a rope – of course, the dead must be tied up, whether it is still venting or lying on the ground, always their credit, since this The singular Lord Count has said that he will give this credit to them, and they will naturally be polite. Although they may not really use these credits, a Demonic Cultist can change a lot of bounty, enough for them to squander.

When Patrol Cavalry were busy, Amandina pulled Brando and Freya aside and whispered, “Lord Thane, I think I know why they came.”

Brando was slightly startled, looking at himself with the Miss Adviser. Amandina looked at him and talked about what Dean had encountered with the two, and then she said, “Lord Thane still remembers the remains of my father?”

Brando nodded.

“…Martha above, I may be born soon. If I am dead, I am fortunate enough to see this page, I will legally transfer all my belongings to this person. In addition, I have a secret ancestral home. I would like to divide this Wealth into three, one for this person, one for my wife, Sadie, a daughter left for me…”

Amandina recalled for a moment and recited the contents of the suicide note verbatim as if reading: “If you see this suicide note interested in this Wealth, please pass this suicide note with my token to my wife, and Tell her ‘The date on the Barde ball’, she will understand what I want to say.”

Finally she stopped and waited for a while to read silently: “Finally, I am sorry Sadie, may Mother Marsha punish me-“