Chapter 42 A joke of fate

When the two pearls shone brightly in the night sky, and a sense of unrealistic illusion spread in the harbor of Bretonnia, Roel immediately took up arms.

"Elena, something is wrong!"

Elves are far more sensitive and powerful than humans. She has already noticed the situation, and when did the fake appear in the distance?

Elena immediately said, "Go back to the lighthouse!"

Elena is extremely fast. Only Roel riding a mule can match her normal speed.

But now, Roel had never seen her run so fast before, running through the forest, holding a bow and arrow, like an extraordinary creature.

Even though Miss Mule moves like the wind with the bonus of her skills, she still cannot keep up with the urgent Elf Miss at this moment.

But isn't Roel struggling in his heart? Roel is still in pain and hesitant. If the lord encounters any situation when he comes back, his future will also suffer.

Becoming a noble in Bretonnia is almost the pinnacle of the aboriginal people. For Roel, it is just the beginning. But even with such an "inconspicuous" beginning, something will mess up today!

As the horse's hooves moved faster and faster, raindrops began to fall from the sky as if sensing something. The drizzle of rain hit the torch, and the sound of steam emitted.

Following the spiral staircase on the right up to the lighthouse, the wet elf footprints became a mark to guide Roel. Soon he encountered the second corpse in the middle room of the lighthouse.

The cold autumn wind also makes people unable to help but tighten their clothes. I can only say that in the land of Bretonnia, I hope there will be no more malicious evil done by evil spirits.

Something "leaked" or "came through" from the frontier of Bordeaux, and Tarr was on top, and Roel couldn't help but start to worry about his friend.

The extinguishing of the lighthouse requires the monk's key to open the lampshade. There is no doubt that Mr. Light has been killed. Who is the author of such a brutal murder?

Roel didn't want to think about it. After all, only one person could do this...

His zombie-like shriveled cheeks were burned by black gunpowder, and a pitch-black sword in his hand was blessed by magic, burning with black flames and alive with flesh and blood, shining under the oil lamp at the top of the lighthouse.

At this moment, Roel's beautiful new clothes became wrinkled, wet, and stained with mud and blood, but the man opposite him became even crazier.

"May Verena bless you. She and Moore are not married. You will live a good life in another world..." Roel was still comforting the poor man. After all, it was all his fault, although he

Still don't know what I did wrong.

Roel's steps were getting faster and faster, and he was gradually approaching the top. There was a thunder and a huge explosion above his head. It was so familiar!

It's a bomb, the self-defense he gave Elena!

When Roel approached the lighthouse, the place was no longer as busy as before. The noise of the preachers and the light of the lighthouse disappeared. Elena may have pushed open the door of the lighthouse, because at this moment, the door was empty and wide open outside.

Roel used his hands and feet to climb up as fast as possible. He could not forgive the death or danger of the first friend he met in this world.

The half-opened window rustled in the wind and rain, and countless priceless books were blown by the wind, scattered all over the floor with traces of scuffles, and then stained with blood.

He collapsed on the ground, covering his face with his hands, and his eyeballs were roughly gouged out. There was no doubt that the blood was everywhere.

At least the zombies are not that strong, they have no flesh and blood, but why would he betray, before he could become a noble, before Elena's unknown plan was completed.

The light of the torch illuminated the situation inside. Under the structure of a small duty room, a monk slumped on the table.

"Tal, hold on, my stupid zombie friend."

The cold drizzle hit the cheeks and gathered into dense raindrops. They were gathered into groups with the swipe of a finger, as if they were coming from the sky, while the dark clouds were as dense as a wall.

Roel quickly discovered several problems. He was attacked and did not resist. The method of killing him was very rough. He attacked the back of the head, and the fragile backbone was completely smashed, revealing many white and red ones, like tofu.

It looked like a brain, but his chest and heart had long been dug out.

Even though Eustabe's fighting ability is not bad, he is still a mortal body. In comparison, gunpowder is obviously more powerful.

A bad feeling crawled up his spine. Roel filled the bullets and took out his pitchfork. The torch in his hand flickered due to the wind and rain. When he stepped into the lighthouse, there was a smell of blood, which was so strong that it made people want to vomit.

"Elena?! Elena!"

This was once a place where books were stored, and it was also where most adventurers came to listen. It was full of knowledge and peace, but now...

And Elena covered her arms, her body weakly pressed against the dead monk on the ground. Her beautiful slender legs were burned by black gunpowder, and her long bow was broken. Her whole body was huddled in the corner, which made people feel distressed.

The lighthouse on the top of the lighthouse was eroded by bombs, creating darkness and smoke, the smell of black gunpowder and blood, sea breeze, moonlight, and raindrops.

It was a mess, all mixed together, and Roel slowly muttered to the grotesque man in front of him.

"Estabe..."
Chapter completed!