In the hotel, which seemed a little too shabby, had just passed a fierce fight, with wood chips, soil and blood everywhere, making it look ragged. The little boy Lele stretched his head, poked his head out of the kitchen in the back hall, and looked at it curiously and confusedly.

Roy gently tidied up the leather armor, let out a long sigh, and sighed: "This guy is quite strong, a bit thrilling."

But Aluen curled his lips and said bluntly: "That so-called 'natural imprisonment', if your magic comprehension is slightly higher than that, it is simply a magic that is worth mentioning. You can deal with it so thrillingly. You must know that 'shifting and transposition' has the possibility of unsuccessfulness, and the timing of the casting is very high. You can win, but you are lucky."

Roy scratched his head embarrassedly and said carelessly: "I know you are amazing, but don't hit me. I finally enjoy the afterglow of the climax after the victory, and I'm happy."

Princess Lina said at this time: "These people are now confirmed not to be night elves. But their identities seem to be really the "guardians". I can only say that this organization is very suspicious. Although that Zoer is not an elves, he is familiar with the language of elves and can use some natural magic unique to elves. His crossbow technique is exactly the same as the elves. I really don't know what background it is."

Glory also interrupted, "That Zoer's strength looks OK, but don't forget that he is already one of the highest-ranking people in the "Guardian" clan. I have fought with them just now. He is a half-baked guy who knows nothing about martial arts and magic. He can't be called a strong combat power. I think if there is a national regular army or a siege team organized by powerful warriors, there shouldn't be no way out for them..."

Roy nodded and said, "You didn't say nonsense at all. For us, the good news is that these guys may not be as powerful as the legendary ones; the bad news is that because of this, why are the army and adventurers unable to do anything about them? There must be something strange."

"No matter what, we have to check it out in person and solve it well. Without further ado, we will go to the Earl Lusen Mansion to make the mission officially take effect, so that the exact location of the copycat will be known."

Aluen nodded, and just turned around and saw the lost face of the hotel god. Although his tone was still cold, he tried to comfort him as friendly as possible: "Auntie, don't worry, they dare not take your store, we are there."

The hotel aunt was still a little dazed and murmured: "You can protect us for a while, but there will always be a day to leave..."

Roy felt sad. It seemed that civilians like the hotel aunt were bullied by this group of fake elf guards and were almost frightened. They were extremely afraid of being retaliated against. They thought that the nature of these "guardians" should be revenge and were extremely vengeful.

He couldn't help but sigh and said softly: "Let's go, we can solve the 'guards' earlier so that everything can return to normal and peace."

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The Earl Lusen's Mansion is different from this slightly embarrassing and shabby city. The entire mansion is large in appearance, exquisitely built, and beautifully decorated. The furnishings are exquisitely decorated and look magnificent, luxurious and elegant.

This living room alone, the authentic oil paintings of famous artists and exquisite wooden relief decorations, are almost as valuable as most of the collections of the Frederick family.

Roy and his group had been at the Earl's Mansion for most of the day. They had been sitting in the living room and could not see the scenery outside, but it was probably ten thousand sunset. Soon after, it would be almost dark. However, they were still told that the Earl was too busy to come out to greet the guests. The teacup in front of the teenagers was empty and full, and the few people were almost bored to fade out of the birds.

After finally getting to the gorgeously dressed general manager to patrol again, Roy quickly stood up and walked up to laugh and said, "Mr. General Manager, you see that we have been waiting here for most of the day. Why did the count still take some time to get some time? You have also seen the mission document. It is indeed necessary for the count to sign it in person..."

The steward was about fifty years old, just like the chief in any other noble family, with a shiny back and a big belly, taking arrogant steps, showing off his might in front of the servants, but when he saw the real master, he immediately became like an obedient pug, running around and flattering.

The steward cleared his throat, looked honest and honest in his business, and said in a plain tone: "It's almost late, and the count is waiting for dinner. Alas, don't say you are anxious, are there fewer people in the world who are anxious to see the count? One by one, no one is that respectable. Young people, please wait for more patience. Today is not enough, and there is tomorrow. There are two precious things in this world, one is time, and the other is the same, but it can be exchanged for time..."

Roy slapped his forehead and secretly scolded himself for being a stupid pig. After leaving the nobles for a long time, he even forgot some of the default rules and skills in the noble circle. He reached into the wallet around his waist, counted out five large gold coins, blocked them with his body, and stuffed them into the butler's hand, laughed and said, "The manager can use it as you like, look at my memory."

The butler was thrusting the gold coins in his hand, and his fat face couldn't help but twitched twice. He couldn't help but be happy, patted Roy on the shoulder and said, "Good boy, there is a bright future. I will try to inform the count." After that, he left quickly with a smile.

Although Roy has become a little tight because he threw a lot of gold coins at Sofia in the Luxen Adventure Union, the skill of opening joints is definitely not omitted.

As the saying goes, money can make the devil push the mill, but it turns out that money can help the gods. In less than a quarter of an hour, there are bursts of noisy footsteps outside the living room.

The butler who came in first and Roy blinked unconsciously, then opened the curtain and shouted loudly: "The Earl of Lucen III is here."

Roy looked through the sound and saw that the first person in the sect was not an earl, but a big man like a bodyguard. These two big men were more than two meters tall, and their muscles were completely bulging high, and they couldn't even stop the thick warrior uniform. The figures of these two men looked even taller and stronger than the three prisoners who had been in the Royal Prison of Lannisdu, which made people feel a little daunting.

However, the appearance of these two great men did not have the characteristics of barbarian bloodline at all. Their skin was not as dark as the barbarians, but as pale as if they were pale as blood.

Their faces are very strong and there is no expression at all. Although their skin is very white, it is particularly rough. From a distance, you can see huge pores. The rough skin looks particularly hard, just like the bricks and stone walls around it.

There was also an indescribable aura of disgust in these two great men. This was not a simple darkness or a killing aura, but a cold, completely freezing, as cold and indifferent as zombies or machines. There was nothing called emotion that could be found in their world. They obviously experienced enough killing and blood, and had an undispelled temperament of a slaughter during the war.

After these two great men, a middle-aged man in luxury came out. Looking at his pampering and generous manners, as well as gold and silver jewelry hanging like nouveau riche, you can clearly know that this is Earl Lusen.

Earl Lusen was about the early forties and was born with a mighty and majestic, with bright eyes and loud voices. At first glance, he was a nobleman with abundant experience and wide hobbies.
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