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Chapter 124: The wall has ears

"Claudia..."

Seeing Claudia's gloomy look, Kruveen hesitated for a long time before asking: "What happened? Why did you want to kill Father Claude?"

Claudia didn't say anything, she just walked in front and pulled Kruveen along, and kept walking.

The mountain shield guard also knew enough not to interrupt her, but gently broke away from Claudia's hand and followed behind.

Claudia turned around in surprise.

"The impact is not good."

Kruveen said softly: "Your family members are still here... If you still want to get married, don't touch my body like this on the street. I am doing it for your own good."

"...Ha, everyone is doing this for my own good. You are always like this, all for my own good..."

Claudia's tone was full of ridicule.

She stopped walking out, just turned around, lowered her voice and shouted to Kluvien: "...But, have you ever thought about what I think? I need you to be good to me?"

"Protect me, eliminate hidden enemies for me, protect my reputation... Everyone is doing inexplicable things for themselves. Isn't it good to wait for problems to arise before solving them? Do you have to solve problems in advance to look smart?

?”

Seeing that she was almost hysterical but could only scream in a low voice, Kruveen suddenly felt that this daughter of a dignified viscount was even more pitiful than the Nightingale of the Green Fruit Lock.

Kluvien just put his hand on her head silently. Claudia was startled suddenly and became quiet unconsciously.

This mountain man, who was more like a second-rate cook than a shield guard, took a long time to say one word firmly.

"No."

"The reason why they do things that seem inexplicable is not because they are too smart and think too much...On the contrary, it may be that they are too stupid and think too little."

Claudia raised her head blankly and looked into Kruveen's eyes.

Only by looking at his determined and vicissitudes of life can one realize that this man with healthy and shiny brown hair is already a middle-aged man in his forties.

In Claudia's eyes, Viscount Claude's appearance gradually overlapped with that of Kruveen.

"Whether it's Roland, your father, Claude..."

Kruveen said in a very slow voice, thinking about his words: "They think a lot, but their eyes are too straight. They only have their goals in their eyes, and they naturally don't think about things that have nothing to do with it.

Go and think about it.”

"Of course, this is not their fault. People's energy is limited. Skip the unimportant things and focus on your goals - most people probably think so."

"But Claudia," Kruveen's voice was even more calm than usual, but it made Claudia unconsciously concentrate, "If you can accept this, then

It’s better to be outstanding.”

"You are lucky. One of their goals is to protect you. No matter what the reason is, it means that you are important enough to them. But you are also unlucky because they protect you only out of their own wishes and have nothing to do with you.

."

Kruveen's voice was very soft: "To put it bluntly, this kind of protection is like protecting some kind of treasure."

"I know...I know they are all doing it to make me hungry..."

Claudia's voice suddenly became choked.

"My father is also good for me, my brother is also good for me, and my teacher is also good for me..." Her blue eyes fluctuated violently, and tears were overflowing like crystals at the bottom of the lake. "But Roland is also good for me...

...There is obviously no interest relationship, so why are we fighting with each other..."

"Because you are just a treasure, so their opinions naturally have nothing to do with you," Kruveen sighed. "You don't want to know what Roland has done in the City of Fortune."

"What did he do?"

As expected, Claudia turned her attention.

"Instead of talking about that, you should improve your own strength. When you have power that no one can ignore, they will naturally take your ideas into consideration."

"...makes sense!"

Claudia's eyes lit up.

Kruveen smiled slightly: "Now tell me why you and Roland wanted to kill Claude, and what are your and Roland's professions."

"Let me give you some advice."

In the blind spot of their vision, an old man wearing linen and black clothes was holding a cane and bargaining with a roadside fruit seller in a slow and low voice.

Just when Kruveen said the last two words, a sharp light suddenly flashed in the old man's eyes.

He immediately took out a few coins, stretched out his trembling hands and bought a peach, and walked slowly towards that place with a cane.

"Kluvien, if you dare to betray your master..."

An old and unclear voice rolled in the old man's throat.

In his turbid pupils, a silver-gray light like flowing mercury gradually lit up.

On the other side, Roland was searching the room with An Ruosi.

Although he knows how to go to the next room, he can't show it too obviously.

Moreover, he also wants to collect the equipment in this room.

But obviously, Roland was disappointed.

The entire room was as clean as if it had been licked. Not to mention the equipment, not even a single decoration was left for Roland.

In the distance, a finger-high shallow golden liquid exploded from time to time, erupting into a pillar of fire.

When these golden viscous liquids touched the frosty soil under Roland's feet, they immediately made an extremely fine crackling sound, condensed with a bang, and then exploded, turning themselves into a ball of ashes, and at the same time, it also caused constant damage to Roland's feet.

The spreading frost shattered a small part of it.

"Mr. Roland...there's something wrong with this fire!"

An Ruosi lowered her voice and shouted softly behind Roland.

"What's wrong?"

Roland did not look back, but asked in a low voice without missing a beat.

"This fire is not natural fire!" An Ruosi affirmed, "I can't feel the laws of normal flames."

"This golden liquid is not natural at all!"

"If I'm not wrong, this should be a man-made artifact...or an alchemical creation!"

...Is that so?

Listening to An Ruosi's words behind him, a flash of understanding flashed across Roland's face.

If it is, then everything makes sense.

If the defensive forces fled because of its appearance, and the survivor came in shortly before Roland came here, it would explain the problem of that person's strength.

If he really kills everyone here one by one and still has the strength to survive in this fire, then this person's strength has exceeded the limit that Roland can bear.

...No, that's not right.

Roland suddenly realized a mistake.

The problem isn't that person's strength at all——

Rather, how did that person survive in such an environment that was forbidden to humans?

It would be no exaggeration to say that the environment here is like purgatory. No matter how strong that person is, he will not come here and take a sauna.

So, why did he come here?

Collecting loot? Searching for intel?

Or should I say...

...Standing back and waiting?

Thinking of this, Roland couldn't help but shudder.

He immediately lowered his head and shouted to An Ruosi: "An Ruosi, hurry up and use humanoid detection again!"

"No."

A familiar voice sounded in Roland's ears. Roland's back was immediately soaked with cold sweat, and then turned into ice by the cold wind wrapped around his body.

"Mr. Orlando... I have been waiting for you for a long time." (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature for better novels and faster updates! For mobile phone users, please visit http://m.piaotian.net


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