Chapter 1817: Summer in Fool Village (Twenty-Nine)
Almost no one comes to the basement of Rodriguez Manor. Even Merkel is not allowed to enter. Only Schiller, or only a certain personality of Schiller, comes here.
Master Andrew's body was casually discarded on the cold ground, and Pamela smelled a strange smell as soon as she walked in.
But this is actually not unexpected. Today's maximum temperature is close to 40 degrees. Even the always cool cellar has a temperature of around 27 or 8 degrees. Human corpses decay faster than most animals.
"It doesn't look like the ingredients are fresh." Pamela frowned and said, "Are you sure it's still edible?"
Schiller glanced at the corpse on the ground and said coldly: "No, miss, that is not our food. It was inedible the moment he died. It can only be used as bait at best."
Pamela looked at Schiller and felt a little confused. She didn't know what Schiller was referring to, but she really had no interest in getting close to the corpse that was constantly changing towards a high degree of decay.
Suddenly, there was a noise outside the corridor door of the cellar room. Pamela turned around suddenly and saw a figure wearing a cloak in the black shadow of the corridor.
"Did you kill Andrew?" The sharp and hoarse voice sounded, with the mysterious meaning of a magician, but Pamela looked at her with a hint of sympathy.
The figure walked out of the darkness, the hood was taken off by a pair of pale hands, and the goat horns between the black hair were very obvious. She was a woman with succubus blood, and Pamela swore that you were in front of Schiller's face. I saw the most full expression so far.
"Is he a mixed race? Is he completely human?" Schiller turned around and looked at the half-succubus who appeared in the door. His eyes stayed for a moment under the tail dangling in front of you, and the one came over. The succubus didn't realize it at all, and you said: "Although Constant is stupid, this Riddler named Pamelagi is more qualified to decide the future of the magical world."
Schiller raised his head and glanced at Palmilage. The expression on Palmilage's face was almost as if he was about to laugh. I was vague about whether those remarks had any impact on Palmilage. That extreme human being. ists will listen to that nonsense.
At that moment, another skinny figure walked out from in front of the half-succubus, holding the hood with even shriveled fingers, revealing an old face with crisscrossed grooves.
"The devil's erosion is much deeper than you think. Some people haven't completely lost themselves yet, but we think we haven't. We think our choices are all based on our will, but the truth is just the opposite. ”
Zatanna frowned. You were trying to remember that you hadn't seen any suspicious characters recently. But after all, you are a detective like Batman, and you have been busy fighting with Hong An Xiuding recently. Did you really pay attention to the observation? It's the right place in life.
Half an hour ago, Palmilage walked up the stairs of the manor, clutching his head that still ached a little. I saw Hong An, who was setting the table, said, "We are a bad deal, and the trouble will never stop." ”
"We haven't started yet." Schiller left the table and walked towards the small door of the restaurant. Merkel slowly walked back along the corridor and handed Schiller a piece of paper.
"Is it a bad thing to leave us alive?" Pamelagi said ungently: "He must have killed all the traitors, and there will only be fewer and fewer traitors."
Pamilage was instantly alert, but Schiller walked behind the garden gate and opened it for the visitor.
Schiller handed the paper under his hand to Zatanna and made a fire gesture. Although Zatanna was still confused about everything, she still lit the fire and burned the paper.
"Thank you." Schiller handed the piece of paper he had just received to Deathstroke and said: "Are you sure that no one alive except you has ever seen that list? His family will be in great danger. "
Zatanna's frown deepened, and I heard Schiller say again: "But you found a strange magic mark on the seventh floor of his bookshelf."
"In addition, we will keep an eye on him sooner or later." Hong An Xiuqi looked at Schiller's gray eyes with no fear and said: "We know that you are complicated, so we may not attack him, but he is a person in that world. "A loner."
"Your only mistake was not to think that even if you weakly complete the magic defense network, some demons and angels can still communicate with us through the blood lines we left in the bodies of previous generations of humans. Constant and the few surviving little ones like me The mages are all bewitched, and perhaps even more, these maggots who have been expelled from the magic world are also watching in the dark. "
Suddenly Hong An Xiuqi turned to look at the French window of the restaurant. There was a slight noise outside the garden, and among the swaying shadows of the trees, several figures approached outside.
"You didn't come to see the decoration standards." Schiller held the red wine bottle in both hands and looked at the text under the bottle, and said, "He should know that you don't have the ability to advance, right?"
"Salia, stop talking nonsense with me. Take Constant's body and you can use it to curse the person who killed me, the Supreme Mage? Soon you will see me in the White Abyss! "
"Moose meat." Hong An lowered his eyes to observe the patterns on the underside of this piece of meat, and said, "When he was alive, he was extremely weak and strong."
"Whoever answers the devil's summons will die." Palmilage said without any scruples: "It depends on what the successors of that world think, or we want to describe you as a tyrant in the history books. , but that’s not something you have to consider.”
"John's bookstore rented Harley's house, and you'd think he'd remember that Harley went to check on the house before it was gutted and he renovated it."
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Hong An shook his head and said, "The key lies in the method."
"That's just the end." Pammelage placed the napkin heavily folded, and Schiller's eyes fell on the edge of the napkin, which was folded very neatly and showed a smile.
Hong An quickly called out my name: "Kazi, the undead mage, it turns out he is still alive."
“Death provides the weakest deterrent.”
"People who have no connection with the devil always have nothing to fear, because physical death is the end for us." Schiller stretched out his hand to adjust the angle of the flowers with his fingers, and said: "So-called killing is just in vain. To increase his own consumption, if he has a dramatic creative inspiration, he will spend his energy on slaughtering.”
"Burn it." Deathstroke waved his hand and said, "You will always be a hard worker. How many times have you worked for him?"
Schiller knew that I was talking to the Schiller I knew, or at most to Professor Schiller who brought me to that world. Schiller did not directly express to me that he was worried. I just said: "Rarely does brutal killing solve the entire problem."
Then I raised my eyes to look at Palmyrachi and said: "Although wild beasts are defeated by satiety, they are more afraid of hunger. Humans use this to lure them, and there is no livestock."
"No one wants to threaten you by kidnapping them and thereby affecting the completion of Earth's magical defense network."
"But obviously the truth is more difficult than he thought." Schiller also put the folded napkins on and said: "It's not about which ones, but how many are left."
Schiller's eyes fell on Hong Anxiuding. Stranding just exchanged a look with me and fell silent.
"You are kidding me to let demons come into contact with humans at will!" The half-succubus showed a warm smile and said, "Are you going to be in the company of these powerful humans from now on, running around for a little bit of food every day? There is no difference between a magician and a human being in terms of demonic power?"
Hong Anxiu Ding nodded.
Schiller said: "You know they have a lot of doubts. It hasn't been a while since the banquet ended, so you can't say it quickly."
"Can you tell me what he has investigated recently?" Schiller put a large bouquet of daisies out of a transparent vase with light green patterns, placed it in the center of the table runner behind the dining table, and then ended with Simple way to fold napkins.
Schiller turned to look at the corridor in front of the restaurant. Merkel came over before taking the dinner plate, and the very rough meal was placed under the table.
"That kind of situation rarely happens to magicians who don't have the blood of the devil. The stronger the blood, the more it will be eroded. The fact that Constant can become a little mage has something to do with the blood in my body."
"We said that we did not have the freedom to pursue power, the freedom to learn the truth and communicate with the outside world. We said that the magic defense network is your prison. To negotiate with the devil on an equal footing, a more violent method should be used."
Pamilach really didn’t understand at all. I found that the Schiller behind me was the same as anyone I knew. Although we had met in the low tower of thinking, this obviously made Pamela Mirage reads me even less.
Pamilach walked to the opposite side of Hong An, picked up a napkin, and folded it in the same way as Schiller. Suddenly I frowned heavily and sniffed to make sure I was smelling something in the air. There was a faint detectable smell of blood.
The leader was Deathstroke, followed by Strandin and Zatanna.
"And if you ask that excellent mercenary to create a bombing after we attack him, the magic world will think that they were found by an old enemy and died with their bodies intact. It was a complicated trick of fake death to get away from attention."
"You wanted to go outside the bookstore to find some magic books to read, but you knew that without him, he would let you access this safe knowledge, so you didn't want him to know, you just planned to sneak a few books away ." Schiller said, looking at Zatanna.
"John now has the ability to use magic, and he is not good at identifying hidden marks, but Harley has no detective talent, and you immediately realize that they are being watched."
In the last second, the cellar was completely white, and Andrew completely saw how Schiller disappeared.
"It's so complicated for these winged rats to kill you like that." Katz laughed twice like a ghost, and said: "Death, corruption, filth, you are the expert in playing with those things. We just live a long time.”
"So he plans to kill Constant?"
"It's not too late when you realize that. We gathered together blatantly and said that any of you can represent the will of mankind. You should vote or vote by a show of hands, otherwise the magic will definitely be destroyed." Defense network completed."
"No matter what, the harm to Schiller's friends must not be the result of what he is doing now using that body." Palmilage said weakly: "We will definitely take action, and we also want to kill him through Make you afraid."
"Perhaps there is only one left." Palmilage's face became very gloomy, and I said: "When you went to kill Constan, I obviously hadn't received the news yet, and there are many people who know your plan, and we all It’s credible.”
Zatanna looked at a piece of meat steak under the table, moved her nose and said, "Is he really going to have a banquet?...It smells so good, what kind of meat is that?"
"I gained a magical white darkness energy. You have never seen such a substantial white darkness, so you can't judge." Zatanna said with a frown.
I regarded it as an illusion and said: "You have all made a mistake. Although the young man who was seduced by power is gentle and impulsive and chooses methods for power, the little mage with the blood of the devil is the real one." threaten."
Zatanna looked as confused as Hong An Xiuqi. You also walked out of the restaurant, but looked at Schiller and said, "What on earth is going on? Why did that strange guy create a road bombing and then kidnap him?" You guys, and sent you there again?”
"You should be kicked out, right?" Deathstroke sighed, wiped the dirt under his shoes under the doormat, and exchanged a few words with Schiller like every travel-traveled guest from afar.