Not only did Jeanne suddenly have this fatal illusion, but the two middle-aged men present and the old man MacMillan also encountered the same situation.
Fortunately, this feeling did not last long, and they quickly came to their senses. The two middle-aged men suddenly turned pale and exclaimed:
"Oh I'm dead!"
"What was that just now? Why did a revolving lantern suddenly appear in front of my eyes?"
Although Jeanne and the old man did not speak, their faces looked relatively good, but their backs soaked with cold sweat still betrayed their inner fears.
What a terrifying pressure, just like a vast mountain...
The old man sighed in his heart, and at the same time he became strongly curious about Rohr's identity.
Why would such a being be willing to be a gray-skinned person?
Could it be that he is the legendary leader of the gray ghosts, the ‘Grey King’?
It is said that that being is not the oldest demigod in the empire. No wonder I can't feel the slightest fluctuation of power in him, because the level gap is too big...
But why would he come to a remote place like ours?
The old man was thinking in his mind, and saw his student Jeanna giving him a questioning look.
The old man nodded and motioned for her to continue talking to the other party.
Jeanne rubbed her face, smoothed her hair, and looked at Rolle who was sitting quietly aside.
The man sat quietly, with a black and white mask of sorrow and joy on his face. The expression on his face could not be seen. Although his figure was not strong, the frightening memories just now made his image change in Jeanne's eyes.
It must be like a high mountain.
She originally had a good impression of Luo Er, he was handsome, mature, elegant, generous, had the charm that a mature man should have, and was strong and kind-hearted.
But now, she no longer dares to look directly at Luo Er. This man is so powerful and mysterious that he is too deadly...
"Sorry, Mr. Rohr, just now...did you...have some misunderstandings about our plan?"
Jeanne asked bravely, her voice was very soft and soft, completely without the confidence and fullness before, like a frightened kitten, coquettishly coquettish.
Rohr did not answer her, but tapped his left arm with his right hand, making a slight tinkling sound.
He was still hesitating whether to kill these madmen in front of him.
Because their plan is so crazy!
They actually planned to use the opportunity of ancient ruins to attack the archaeological teams of several major forces, thereby triggering conflicts between them and involving the Principality of Mod. With the help of other forces, they would solve the regime that oppressed them and create a prosperous society.
Opportunities for Valley independence.
So Luo Er wanted to kill someone, because this was simply playing with fire.
And it may threaten his own daughter!
In addition, this plan is too short-sighted and ridiculous in Rohr's opinion, although if this operation is successful, it is indeed possible to solve the disgusting Principality of Maude...
But the greater possibility is that it will trigger a large-scale conflict between several major forces, or even a world war!
What if there really is a level 0 ancient mystery that can make rule-level sacred objects in that ruins? Such a move would simply add fuel to the fire!
The people in this world are really not good at making uprisings and revolutions. They are far worse than those on Earth!
And Jeanne was still trying hard to explain:
"Mr. Rohr, please believe me, we will do our best to control the development of the situation and not trigger a world war. That will not be good for us either. We will try our best to control the situation to a local conflict stage."
"At the same time, we also promise not to take action against the imperial archaeological team..."
Rohr took a deep breath, took out the sword from his left hand, and then disappeared in a flash.
When he reappeared, he was already in front of Jeanne, and the cold sword edge was already clamped on her neck as elegant as a swan.
Everyone present was stunned for a moment, and it took two seconds for them to react. They all showed shocked expressions, and the two middle-aged men quickly pulled out their matchlock guns and pointed them at Luo Er.
Rolle very calmly patted Jeanne's pretty face with the blade of his sword and whispered:
"This is my last warning to you, don't play with fire, little girl."
Two lines of clear tears flowed from Jeanna's eyes, as if she was scared to tears, and she sobbed and said:
"Are you going to kill me and destroy the only hope for the people here?"
Rolle replied unceremoniously:
"Hope? Don't flatter yourself. If a naive and short-sighted guy like you can be called hope, then the people here are truly desperate."
After that, he took back his sword and added:
"For the sake of the kids in the school, I'm going to leave, but you'd better give up on that ridiculous idea."
Rohr turned around and left, never looking at the belt again.
Two middle-aged men kept pointing guns at him, but never had the courage to pull the trigger.
After he walked far away, Jeanne breathed a sigh of relief and slumped down on the chair, sweating profusely.
After she calmed down for a while, she sat up straight again and asked in a low voice to the old man:
"Sorry, teacher, I messed up."
But the old man shook his head, patted her shoulder, and comforted:
"Actually, you only messed up half of it. He didn't kill you on the spot, which means there is still hope..."
"He is not actually opposed to our resistance movement, he is just opposed to your plan. This is normal. Even I think your plan is too crazy, although it may indeed be very effective and is the fastest way to overthrow the Principality of Mod.
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Jeanne couldn't help but lower her head and said a little aggrievedly:
"Do you even think so? I am really just as Mr. Rolle said, a naive and short-sighted little girl?"
"But I just want our people to escape suffering earlier."
The old man handed her a handkerchief and continued:
"You shouldn't ask me this question. I'm just an old scholar who has been doing research in a tower all his life. I don't know much about other things..."
"The same goes for the people around us, students, farmers, hunters, and farmers. We all don't know how to fight against tyranny."
"You should ask Mr. Roll. He will definitely be able to give you wise advice. He is the real wise man."
Jeanne couldn't help but have a look of surprise on her face. She didn't know how the old man came to this conclusion.
"Remember the legendary story I told you? About the 'Grey King' of the empire?"
Jeanne was stunned for a moment, and her eyes suddenly glowed again.
"Take that belt and go talk to Mr. Roll again..."
"However, remember to change your clothes first. You are only 20 years old this year. It's not good to always dress up in such an old-fashioned way."
"Mr. Rolle is very gentle with children. It will be much better if you dress younger."