A black shadow walked among the crowd in the early morning. He was wearing a black robe with strange silver-gray patterns. The robe reached the floor and covered his feet. He walked silently like a ghost.
Just by walking by, the surrounding conversations suddenly stopped.
It was like a group of people who had stolen something from each other looked at the passing police with guilty consciences and panic.
The fear solidified and spread silently from his body. Even the morning sun became colder. The air seemed to be frozen, not only exuding the cold breath mixed with the smell of earth like a cellar, but
It also makes people's steps stiff and difficult to walk.
"It's the Blighter! How come the Blighter is here..."
"Who the hell lured the Blighter here?"
"It's Little Johnny! It must be Little Johnny - I saw him picking out bird eggs yesterday!"
"Nonsense, why would Lord Blighter come to us just because of such a trivial matter..."
Roland walked silently and slowly among the crowd. People around him stopped one after another and lowered their heads to show humility; and those who he glanced past were shocked, and then trembled like chaff in a sieve.
After Roland passed by, the group lowered their voices and complained to each other in voices they thought Roland couldn't hear.
In this country where druids enjoy supreme rights, the Blighters who can kill at will and only need to submit for review undoubtedly belong to the privileged class.
From another perspective, the fear of druids has been deeply rooted in the minds of these civilians. Roland must be able to get some answers by showing off in this outfit.
Although he could hear the discussion of the group of civilians behind him, Roland remained silent because he knew that the person he was looking for might be exposed in the discussion of those people.
"Maybe he's just a black-robed druid."
"Impossible, even Master Will saluted him, he must be the real thing... Master Will is a formal knight."
"It's none of my business anyway. I have never harmed the forest..."
"The Blighter's protection range is not just the forest, poor Cole - I clearly remember that you shot a deer yesterday. How cruel, you chopped off its head, and the fine fur... I
It means that her soul is groaning in pain."
"That doesn't count? Stop making trouble, we have to eat!"
"All transitional consumption required to exceed the limit of survival is to be resisted - this is what Lord Falina Druid said."
"I don't know if Ms. Falina made any mistakes..."
"Stop joking! Lady Farina is a good person!"
"But the Blighters are not good people..."
"Shh! Don't talk nonsense!"
"Why do you think something happened to Lady Farina? Maybe it was that sneaky foreigner."
This is it!
A trace of satisfaction flashed across the corner of Roland's mouth.
To be able to find him, it's no wonder that I got up so early to go out.
Claude was still resting after he had exhausted a lot yesterday, Macon was doing morning exercises despite the burns on his body, Kruveen went to the hotel kitchen to help cook, and Claudia and Anruos were not awake yet.
Using the excuse of coming out to find contacts in the sect, Roland and Macon told them to come out to find their goals.
Then he almost laughed out loud at the mutterings of these ignorant villagers.
Is Falina Greenvine a good person? Well, from the perspective of teaching these villagers about planting, weather and seeds, she is indeed a good person.
But you know, just half a year later, it was this "good guy" who killed a foreigner with the inheritance of the Death Crow and took him for himself - by poisoning Bili during intimacy.
Then, she happened to activate the inheritance mark that had been almost completely triggered by the traveler, and was the first to get the profession of Death Crow.
She could even become the Pope. It was just her greed that ruined her.
Falina's previous jurisdiction was the City of Fortune, the darkest place of Karar. She grew up there and was trained by Nightingale before she was discovered to have the talent of a druid.
Those bitches who not only please men but also know how to kill a man when he is least able to resist, taught her some things that she should not be taught, allowing her viper-like mind to get the nourishment it deserves.
Later, due to a well-known cheating incident, she had to escape to this small village, kill the original teaching druid of the village and replace her, while playing the role of a pure and kind teaching druid like a virgin.
While quietly waiting for the opportunity for revenge.
After she discovered that people killed by the Deathcrow's plague could quickly increase their own strength, she spent a great deal of money to collect the blood of nearly a hundred species of creatures - everyone knows the cost.
In short, after causing another innocent wizard who passed by the town of Ram to suffer an accident, she mixed the blood of nearly a hundred species of creatures with human blood to create a powerful plague that was almost impossible to be immune to.
Later, that plague swallowed up several other plagues, gradually mutated and evolved, and eventually became the most terrifying plague in the entire plague revival.
That's bloodstain syndrome.
It is a pity that this woman did not live to the age when the plague she cultivated killed everyone.
When she was addicted to the pleasure of using plague to kill people to increase her strength, and ignored Mentor Longshen's request that she use plague to eliminate the "ignorant and cruel inheritance", she was rejected by Mentor Longshen and became a black crow witch. And in a
Months later, he was successfully killed by seven death crows.
This witch with actress-level acting skills lived a cautious life, but eventually died of her own arrogance.
If possible, Roland doesn't want to provoke her, nor does he want to get along with her. As the saying goes, a bitch is ruthless and an actor is ruthless. Farina, who is a bitch and an actor, can kill herself and herself with her backhand.
As a villager who has lived for five or six years, she can definitely kill Roland for inexplicable reasons.
Maybe she had some difficulties that only she knew, or maybe she had some stories that led her to such a low point, but Roland didn't want to hear these.
If the time is right, he doesn't mind killing her with his own hands. If someone else kills her before then, Roland will not be angry at all because he robbed her of experience. He will only applaud and cheer for her, just like seeing someone who benefits mankind.
Bow down and pay tribute like a great man.
There was no special reason, it was just that Roland wanted to do this.
Roland doesn't plan to deal with Falina now. After all, she comes from a place like the City of Fortune, and she won't be killed by a simple conspiracy even if she falls.
And once she realizes that someone is targeting her, even Roland will be in trouble.
What he wanted to find was just the foreigner who was suspected of carrying the Death Crow inheritance.
Roland wants this inheritance. As long as he has this thing, his requirements for changing jobs will be greatly reduced.
If he can successfully change jobs before executing part of the plan in the White Tower, and have a chance to be resurrected to protect himself, Roland would dare to play some extravagant ways.
With this thought in mind, Roland stretched out his hand to stop a middle-aged man who was shrinking and trying to pass by him.
His beard was twitching, and strong uneasiness flashed in his eyes. The moment he was stopped by Roland, Roland's natural perception field clearly saw that his body was instantly stained with a strong color of fear.
"It wasn't me! It wasn't me! It wasn't me who killed old John! Don't kill me! He was the one who deceived people first!"
Less than two seconds after being stared at by Roland, he was frightened by the fear of death and sat down on the ground. He roared something hysterically with his throat that suddenly became hoarse due to nervousness, as if the loudest voice was the truth.
.
"It's not me! I'm not wrong! I'm not wrong! I'm not wrong!"
But he was even more panicked because he couldn't speak louder than a dog's bark. He was terrified that he couldn't shout out lies full of loopholes in a voice as loud as a bell, so he was even more nervous.
Huh? Is there any unexpected gain?
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