Walking side by side to Ceskoff's room with the little waiter, Herlan asked casually.
"I'm not sure," the little waiter spread his hands helplessly, "I just found out that there was no one in their room more than an hour ago. I only know that they didn't go through the front door... because I didn't leave until I cleaned up the room.
On duty at the door."
"That's not necessarily true. Maybe they used invisibility witchcraft."
Heerlan said with a chuckle.
So the little waiter was relieved: "That's right. The wizard can do anything, so it doesn't matter if you just hide your figure."
"By the way, have you told your colleagues that Ceskov left without checking out?"
"No. I've been busy cleaning."
"That's it..."
As they talked, the two of them soon walked to Ceskoff's room. The little waiter took out a long set of keys and opened the door.
Then he entered the room first.
"It's too dark in here..."
The little waiter heard Miss Herland behind her closing the door, locking it, and complaining softly.
So he replied casually: "Do you need to turn on the light? The magic lamp we have here is newly produced by the No. 1 Factory. It will never leak magic dust and can be used with confidence."
But at this moment, he noticed that Miss Herland patted his shoulder gently, and something hard and cold was placed on his neck. The sharp blade even cut a small opening in his neck.
.
"It's no longer needed."
"Wait a minute, the distinguished Miss Herlan Alexevna. I shouldn't know anything that I shouldn't know..."
The little waiter swallowed, his voice trembling.
But before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by "Miss Herland" behind him.
"Lower your voice and don't do stupid things." Her sweet but cold voice came from behind the little waiter, "I am a silver-level assassin. It only takes a blink of an eye to kill you."
"You...you..."
He was trembling and couldn't say a word.
But just when he was about to shout loudly, he suddenly felt a chill on his neck.
At that moment, he almost lost his mind.
But just then, the voice of "Hellan" came from behind, and he realized that he was not dead.
"If I were you, I would give up on this stupid idea."
The sound that was colder than the blade came faintly in his ears.
A thought struck his mind like lightning——
"You...you are not Hellan Alex..."
Before he finished speaking, he heard the cold mocking voice behind him gradually getting deeper: "Of course I'm not."
Soon, the mocking voice turned into a man's voice.
The voice was as low as a whisper, with an almost crazy tremor.
"I'm just a crazy person...you can call me Orlando."
The little waiter's eyes suddenly widened.
"Crazy Orlando? The crazy one who burned down the City of Fortune..."
Halfway through, he finally realized what he was saying and quickly shut up.
But it was too late. The madman behind him had already become curious: "Oh? Am I so famous?"
"... there is a play adapted from your story in the theater. I went to see it with... before."
After learning the name of crazy Orlando, the little waiter finally realized that he could not escape.
In order to save his own life, he decided to follow the madman's instructions honestly. But in order to protect his girlfriend, his voice suddenly became a bit muffled when he mentioned her name.
Fortunately, Mr. "Orlando" didn't care about these details. He just laughed softly a few times, then took the short knife away from the little waiter's neck and put it on the back of his heart.
"If you know my story... you should know that I can marry you even through your clothes," the vibrato-like voice of a madman is still low and steady, "What I want to know is very simple...
"
When he said this, he suddenly drew a long note and his voice became calm and calm.
"Orlando's" cold knife gently drew circles on the little waiter's back, with just enough force to press the clothes. There was a slight deformation on the skin of the little waiter's back.
The little waiter's back was already soaked with cold sweat. As the dagger slowly drew across it, traces of coldness penetrated his back like an illusion. He didn't dare to move and felt a bone-chilling pain.
paralysis.
"Do you understand now what I want?"
The vibrato in "Orlando's" voice behind him suddenly disappeared, as if he was whispering to a friend. He buried his head in the neck of the little waiter and whispered in a very soft and gentle voice.
But unfortunately - the little waiter didn't understand what Orlando wanted. He only felt that this guy was a real madman.
"You...please explain clearly."
"Okay, I just want to ask you one thing," Orlando paused. This moment of silence even made the little waiter feel that his heart had beat more than a thousand times. "Where is Cescoff's crystal ball?"
"It's broken. That crystal ball is really broken."
The little waiter lowered his voice and said quickly: "He is hiding in my room... I originally wanted to sell it, but..."
"Shut up. That's enough."
Orlando's very soft voice sounded in his ears, but the little waiter couldn't help but shudder.
"Listen carefully. For the sake of the blood of the Gushan Elder flowing in your body, I have no intention of hiding it from you."
"After exiting this door, you go directly upstairs to your own room. Don't say a word to anyone during this period, and your expression should be as normal as possible."
"And when you enter your room, lock the door from the inside first. After I leave the hotel, I will go to the side of the hotel. After you see me appearing downstairs, open the window and close it again. Repeat three times to tell me your room.
location."
"Then I will crawl into your room and take the crystal ball away. Remember?"
"Remember...but after that...I..."
The little waiter hesitated to speak.
Orlando couldn't help laughing in a low voice: "What are you asking for?"
"The greatest happiness of mankind lies in ignorance."
"You know so much, and you still want to live in the same world as those who know nothing. Isn't it too arrogant?"
The little waiter couldn't help but trembled: "But, if that's the case, why should I help you..."
"You're helping yourself."
Orlando's voice was low but decisive.
"Think about your parents, your fiancée, and your friends in this city... think about them."
"You are the only one who knows me now, but if you are smart...I won't be able to find them one by one."
Hearing this, the little waiter couldn't help but feel a little hope in his heart.
But then, hope was quickly shattered and turned into despair——
"——You know me, so you should know the City of Fortune, right?"
"Do you know what happened in the City of Fortune?"
Orlando's voice whispered in his ear, like a child telling a bedtime story.
The little waiter suddenly realized something and couldn't stop trembling.
"If Iron Curtain City is detonated, not only your little girlfriend will die, but also the citizens of Iron Curtain City and you."
"The magic dust will spread westward. More than 100,000 square meters of land in the three countries of Karar, Fararu and Titan will be contaminated by magic dust, and they will lose the ability to grow crops for a long time."
"What will a country that loses food do...by the way, die."
"The country that will collapse first will be Fararu. When all the plants in the lonely mountain die and the insects become extinct, the animals will die in batches. Fararu, which has a small territory, will cause an unprecedented famine."
Orlando's whispers like a devil kept ringing in the little waiter's ears: "The only countries adjacent to Fararu are Kalar and the White Tower - so Fararu had no choice but to invade Kalar, which was also affected by the disaster."
"Queen Bansa has been waiting for Karar to fall into turmoil for a long time. The emperor of the Titan Empire is already too old, and his children are ambitious. They will not ignore this opportunity to divert the attention of the country. Su Ze, who has nothing to lose,
They will definitely come and join in to suppress Bansa and Kalal."
"In other words, several countries west of the White Tower and east of the Dead Sea will fall into unprecedented turmoil, with countless casualties."
"——And this is all caused by your garrulous words. People will want to find your body, whip it, and hang it after your death. But they can't find it. So they will only attack you viciously on your tomb.
He wrote: Buried here is an unknown, hateful hotel waiter, the fuse of the war and the source of hundreds of thousands of deaths. May he be tortured in hell forever after his death - "
"...That's enough! That's enough! I won't tell anyone else!"
As Orlando whispered, scenes of destruction and despair flashed before the little waiter's eyes one after another. His voice trembled and he almost collapsed.
Orlando laughed softly and put away the dagger, not afraid that he would run away or call out.
This level was completely enough. He even felt that he was doing something unnecessary.
The Outlaw Trait is no joke.
He pulled the little waiter's shoulder slowly but forcefully, and gently wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes with his fingertips.
"Don't cry. My little hero, you will stop the war, right?"
"Remember - the lives of everyone in this city, as well as the future of the three countries of Karar, Fararu and Titan, are in your hands at this moment."
A malicious smile appeared on the face of "Miss Hellland", elegant, beautiful and full of blood.
"Then, let's exchange...exchange your life for theirs."
"Should you change or not?" (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature, the novel is better and updated faster! For mobile phone users, please visit http://m.piaotian.net
