"This is this?" Dulan turned sideways with some hesitation, his eyes suddenly narrowed, the knife in his hand was like lightning, and he picked up the thing stuck to the corner of Zina's clothes in the blink of an eye.
"Other larvae?" Dulan looked at the little insect crawling on the tip of the knife with a gloomy expression, and immediately made a judgment in his mind. For him, the appearance of the Orser larvae was too familiar.
It is impossible to make a mistake in judgment.
Orser larvae actually appeared at the Harvest Festival Dance in Big Pudding City? What does this mean?
Dulan's doubts suddenly increased. He calmed down, bent down and rummaged through Zina's clothes, but found that there were no traces of other Orser larvae at all.
"Where did this thing come from?" Duran bit his lip, a thoughtful look flashed in his eyes. It stands to reason that with Xina's skills and perception ability, even a small thing like Orser's larvae, once attached to her body
, will be noticed immediately, and it is impossible to let it attach to her body for a long time. From Xina's own point of view, she does not seem to have any signs of Orser virus infection.
Then there is only one answer.
Duran stood up quickly, suddenly opened the closet, and groped carefully towards where Zina was standing, and sure enough, he touched something strange.
A wall of squirming flesh. There are countless Orser larvae crawling on it, but for some unknown reason, these Orser larvae are very weak and can only crawl at an extremely slow speed. Duran Station
In front of them, they are not as aggressive as usual.
No wonder...
A flash of understanding flashed through Dulan's mind. Zina must have been completely focused on herself after being controlled by him, and then she didn't notice the Orser larvae that ran to him. But what made Dulan feel uneasy was that Orser
The vitality of larvae is actually very average. If these Orser larvae can survive, there must be someone who is extremely proficient in raising Orser creatures.
"Before, I only remembered that Count Lyle held an exhibition at this year's Great Pudding City Harvest Festival Ball, and this exhibition happened to have what I wanted. But the rest of the things were completely unimpressed..."
Dulan stared at the dark red flesh wall. There was a faint gap in the flesh wall, and a small opening appeared in the center of the gap, which seemed to be able to accommodate things like keys.
Seeing this situation, Duran's mind immediately flashed back to the previous scene when Count Lyle's second son unlocked the door and walked into the locker room——
"At that time, he should have been holding something in his hand, but when he found someone else in the locker room, he visibly panicked, and then put Dongzang into his sleeve." Dulan closed his eyes and recalled.
Looking at the scene at that time, I became more and more certain that the second son of Earl Lyle was definitely not a good person.
Looking at the wall of flesh that looked very scary to ordinary people, Dulan thought for a moment and gently closed the closet door. He had a vague premonition that something big was going to happen tonight.
It’s just that Duran is not interested in these things. He only needs to get the Crown of the Deep. The only thing that makes him difficult is that since there are Orser larvae here, leaving Xina here is not much different from killing her.
?
Dulan has never been a murderous person, so he could only go through some troubles and move the unconscious Zina to another empty room on the first floor while there was no one in the corridor. Of course, in this room, Dulan
However, it has been thoroughly confirmed that there is no Orser virus in it.
"The Harvest Festival dance, the mysterious exhibition, the affair in the dressing room, the Orser larvae in the closet...it's quite a mess."
After everything was done, Duran exhaled slowly, put on the fraudster's mask, and turned his face into the image of Eamonn Brown, who had previously coveted his women's clothing, and then walked away gracefully.
go out.
The dance party in the hall on the first floor is still going on in full swing. The people who are twisting their waists crazily to the ups and downs of the dance music have no idea of the crisis hidden in the dark. The secret affair and murder in the locker room are even more unnoticed.
Everyone stared at their prey with blazing eyes, switching identities with great enjoyment between hunting and being hunted.
Duran walked through the crowd silently, no one noticed him.
"The exhibition should start soon. It's not so much an exhibition as it is an auction." Dulan silently estimated the time in his heart. He chose a corner where no one would easily notice him and stopped, quietly.
Watching the dance music in the hall slowly coming to an end.
In full view of the public, it is very difficult to successfully steal the Deep Sea Crown and escape unscathed. As a business genius, Count Lyle must have held countless similar auctions, and the corresponding anti-theft measures must be very complete.
Thinking of this, Dulan could only scratch his temples with a headache. His eyes wandered in the hall, silently planning a reasonable escape route in his heart.
Who knew that at this moment, a teasing voice sounded beside him: "Oh, Mr. Brown's movements are really fast, this wig is really lifelike."
Dulan's heart skipped a beat when in the corner of his eye, a plump and overly plump woman suddenly came over and said jokingly.
This woman was the lady who had had a quarrel with Eamonn Brown before. Unfortunately, Duran didn't know her name, so he could only snort before turning around and leaving.
The noble lady had no intention of letting go of Dulan. Instead, she smiled coquettishly and leaned against Duran's body, rubbing her plump breasts against Duran's arm: "Mr. Brown, you don't have a dance partner now anyway, so why not
Would you like to dance with me?"
Dulan cursed in his heart a bitch. He had mocked Brown just now, but now he could still shamelessly invite Brown to dance with her. This woman probably took a fancy to Brown, who was young and strong, and wanted to have a taste of what it's like to be a young man.
.
"These dragon nobles are so annoying," Dulan was speechless to the extreme. If he wasn't afraid of being wary of people with unfamiliar faces, he wouldn't have used the Deceiver Mask to look like Brown. Who knows, even so, he would still be alerted.
People noticed.
Until now, he could only smile reluctantly: "Sorry, I'm not in the mood to dance now."
Who would have thought that as soon as he said these words, the woman suddenly stared at Duran in surprise and whispered: "You are not Brown!"
"Who are you?"
…
"Your Highness, the proposal I made in the study is still valid. You should consider it carefully. After all, this is an extremely beneficial cooperation for both of us. Although I do not support what the Golden Bird did in the Riverlands,
I don't object either. It's just that other people may not have such a gentle attitude as me. To be honest, your father's move has made him countless enemies in the upper echelons of the empire. It is rumored that some old guys in the north are already very dissatisfied with him, and there is a conspiracy in the north of the Kucao River.
Gather an army. The Riverlands are probably very weak, otherwise Your Majesty would not have allowed you to bring the Deep Sea Crown to the south to raise funds. You need a strong and loyal ally. I think this is what the Grand Duke himself meant when he sent you here.
"
In the corridor on the second floor, two figures leaned on the railing one after another. One of them, a tall man, had a gentle attitude and said to the girl next to him in a calm tone.
No change in expression could be seen on Jane Lancelot's face under the veil. She was silent for a while and then slowly replied: "I will truthfully convey your lordship's proposal to my father. I myself am
I can't make up my mind. I came to the south this time for only one purpose, which is to follow my father's advice and auction the Deep Sea Crown. I don't know or understand the rest of the matter."
Earl Lyle smiled slightly. He looked a little older, but the occasional strands of white hair on his temples could not reduce his charm. Instead, the sense of vicissitudes of life settled on him and became a feeling of trustworthiness. He
He said tolerantly: "No problem, I believe that His Excellency the Grand Duke will seriously consider my proposal. The exhibition will begin soon, and all the wealthy nobles and businessmen from the entire south have gathered in the hall downstairs. I believe that this time the Deep Sea Crown
It will fetch a good price.”
"Then I will thank the Earl on behalf of my father." Jane looked across the crowd. At this time, a raised open space had been cleared in the hall on the first floor, and a neatly dressed auctioneer and a small team of elite-level guards were already in place.
The girl pursed her lips, and a trace of hesitation flashed in her eyes. She held the magic mirror named Ediger in her sleeve, feeling a little hesitant.
Seemingly sensing the girl's worries, Count Lyle said with a smile: "Your Highness, don't worry, I have held countless auctions called exhibitions here, and no one has ever dared to cause trouble on my territory.
"
Jane nodded slightly and finally let go of the hand holding the magic mirror.
"So what if I can see the future? Anyway, I can't change it..." The girl silently looked at the bustling crowd downstairs. For some reason, her heartbeat suddenly started to accelerate.
The well-dressed auctioneer cleared his throat, and the dance music gradually became lower and lower, and finally only a few notes remained. Everyone became quiet in cooperation. Most of these people had experienced many auctions and knew the rules here. Everyone stood casually.
As he stood, his curious eyes turned to the boxes of treasures sealed with fine iron behind the auctioneer.
The blond auctioneer showed a friendly smile, cleared his throat, and said: "I am very happy to be able to gather with you on such a beautiful night. Everyone here is not a stranger, and I must be very familiar with the Earl's style.
, Your Excellency, he really doesn’t like the sloppy style, so we subordinates can only obey. I won’t talk nonsense here, let’s go directly to the formal part of the exhibition.”
"The first exhibit is the Hammer of Thunder. An outstanding work of the Blue Mountain dwarves. Magical equipment. The following is a detailed introduction..." (To be continued.)
