Law of the Devil

Chapter 70 [Nanny Duvi]

The old man's voice was a little shaky and his white beard was shaking gently.

He can actually see Semel. Dewey moved and remembered what Sameer had said to herself that day.

It's getting more complicated. The old magician knows Sameer! The old magician also knew Hussein, the rebel Knight Elder who had been hunted down by the Temple, the first Knight of the Continent.

Sameer is awake. Although still weak, there seems to be nothing wrong with it. Dewey doesn't know exactly what those two drops of silver liquid that the old magician just poured out are, but the effect is unusually obvious.

Sameer's hollow eyes were glowing again, and she shook her head and stood in the snow again, with a little confusion on her face: "Hey... Dewey, what happened... why do I feel so weak? Are you... are you okay? ”

As soon as it came out, Dewey realized that Sameer was “awake” again.

Dewey has blurred the feeling that this magical creature, Semel, seems, perhaps, to have a dual personality.

A Sameer is that magical biological replicator, a lonely two-hundred-year-old guy who likes to swing a beautiful pair of snow-white calves back and forth in front of Dewey.

And another Sameer... Dewey is suspicious, most likely the soul of a true astrologer herself in history, capable of exerting powerful magical powers and likes to call herself "Zach”... damn!

And now that Semel calls himself Dewey, not Zach, then, obviously, the magical creature is back, and the astrologer is gone.

Dewey looked at Hussein, looked at the old magician, and suddenly felt that this matter was inextricably linked and complicated.

“I'm fine.” Dewey smiled bitterly, “Do you feel weak? That's because you just fought a fierce duel with the strongest knight on the continent, and they almost died together... you're protecting me. ”

Sameer's face was still blurred: “I... duel? But I...” Suddenly she had a slight headache on her face, her hands covered her face, anguished: “How can I not remember anything? ”

By this time, the old magician had come to Sameer excited and his robe was trembling... certainly not because the weather was too cold. The old magician even reached out one hand as if he wanted to touch Semel, but his hand just lifted up and slowly drowned.

Sameer looked vigilantly at the old magician in front of him and took two steps back: "Who are you! ”

Suddenly a complicated expression appeared on her face, looking carefully at the old magician and thinking: “I... don't know you, but why, I don't think I like you very much... I don't want to come near you! ”

As she said, her body flashed to Dewey's side and then hid behind Dewey, whispering, “Hey, Dewey, I don't like this old guy. He made me feel uncomfortable and uncomfortable. ”

“You know him?” Dewey whispered.

“No!” Sameer shouted suddenly, loudly and abruptly: “I don't know this kind of person! I just hate him! ”

After that, she disappeared. Dewey knew that Semel was hiding again and didn't know what was attached to him.

When Sameer hid and didn't want to see anyone, Dewey couldn't even call her out.

The old magician looked at the strange look on his face and looked at the place where Semel had just disappeared and suddenly smiled bitterly: “She... she still hates me. Even though she doesn't remember me, she still hates me... hey! ”

Then the old magician's eyes flashed a fine light and slowly came to Dewey's face, biting his teeth: "Boy! Tell me why Semmel is here with you! Why would she protect you? Why, why would she look like this? ”

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“That's probably how it went.” Dewey lay down with Dardanelle and took out a knife to cut off his wolf's teeth and arrows. Fortunately, the arrow had shot him through, and he could pull the lever out by chopping off a cut of the arrow exposed behind him. He took another pill and put it on Dardanelle, and he looked at the old magician and said, "Hey, you know how to treat magic? Don't stand there, help my friend. ”

Dewey just handled Dardanelle's wounds and said what she knew about Semele.

From the secret passages in the Rollins' study to the magic array messages they found from Samel, they released this magical creature from the painting...

“So... she's just a magical creature, just a magical creature that replicates a piece of Sameer's memory...” The old magician's lost expression overflowed with words, he sighed, his eyes burning hot and dim, seemed very depressed, looked at Dewey and threw a bottle past him: “On his wound, he can recover for half a day at most... save a little, but this is the holy water I got from the temple, it takes a few drops to heal his wounds. ”

Dewey took the bottle, poured a few drops on Dardanelle's wound, and stuffed it in his arms. Not at all meant to give back to the old magician.

As if the old magician didn't care anymore, he sat down softly and whispered: “Sameer... Alas, Sameer... I thought you were really alive. ”

“Hey, when's he gonna wake up?” Dewey points to Dardanelle with her eyes closed. But the old magician didn't hear him.

“It could take a night.” The answer is Hussein.

The first knight of the continent cold-blooded: “My hand, I know best. This little junior samurai dared to challenge me, and my temper had destroyed the muscles and bones around his wound, as well as the blood vessels. Even with holy water, it would take him at least one night to wake up. ”

Dewey certainly had no face for the guy who had just made a big fight with his side, he snorted and ignored the knight.

Dewey is now more concerned about his situation.

The old magician tied himself out of his house and threw himself in the ice-covered forest for days.

Dewey has determined that this old magician must have something important to do when he comes to the frozen forest. And... but why does he have to carry himself?

Does this old man know Hussein? Does he know that Hussein betrayed the temple and was hunted? He came here to save Hussein? But this has nothing to do with me!

Each of the three sat with his heart for a while. The old magician suddenly stood up. He frowned and listened with his ears facing the wind. He whispered: "Someone is here… Hussein seems to be a man of the temple. ”

Hussein's eyebrows picked, and he stood up, biting his teeth: “The soul of the shadow does not disperse!” Then he looked at Dewey and said, "It's all this kid! If it weren't for him, we wouldn't have made such a big move to be spotted in the temple! ”

Dewey immediately rebutted: "We wouldn't have fought back if you hadn't tried to kill him! Are we just sitting on the ground waiting like lambs for you to kill us?! Huh!”

“All right, shut up.” The old magician stood up and sighed: "Hussein, you've got to hold your kill breath! Your inner demonization is getting stronger and stronger, which doesn't bode well. Now, I'm going to draw those chasing soldiers away...” The old magician listened carefully again, whispering: “Damn, Hussein, you're causing quite a mess. One… two… three… aha, there are more than twenty knights, two of them level eight. Hmm... wait... I think there are a few more magicians...”

Hussein Cold Lane: “The other day I killed the chancellor of the temple, and these magicians were probably sent for reinforcements. ”

“Ridiculous! Ridiculous!” The old magician shook his head and reproached him. “You dare to kill the chief judge of the temple, don't you know that the temple is like a wasp nest, if you dare to stab this wasp nest, you must be ready to be hunted down for life! ”

He waved, stopping Hussein, and whispered, “I will lead them away, and you will leave immediately. ”

Hussein frowned: "You and I are here, do we need to hide from these guys? Together, we have nothing to fear, even if His Holiness comes down! Why run around like a rat?! ”

The old magician grinned: "Huh! You don't have to be afraid! Because you have become a public enemy of the Temple! But I'm different! I'm not a public enemy! You're right, you and I can work together to defeat these guys, but just run back to one, and I'll be the public enemy of the Temple! I don't want to go anywhere. There are temple knights and magicians everywhere. ”

Speaking of which, the old magician glanced at Dewey and whispered, “What about you? You don't want to, do you, kid? So you better get out of here, or they'll catch you, and they'll kill you as an ally of Hussein! The temple kills, but there is no need for judgment! ”

Dewey immediately said, "Of course! I'm not the first knight of any continent, much less a powerful magician, and I don't have the strength to defend myself! So now, I'm leaving! ”

“No, you're not leaving. You don't expect to run either! I put a magic mark on you, and you can't escape my senses.” The old magician whispered: “You must follow him! Stay with him! He'll take you north.” The old magician pointed his finger at Hussein.

Dewey immediately swallowed like a yellow company: "Why! What's the use of catching me? ”

The old magician did not answer, he had risen and flew away quickly.

“Get up, boy.” Hussein struggled to get up, he found a stick as a cane and gently kicked Dewey: “On his way. ”

What Dewey was trying to say was that Hussein had calmed down and said, "Don't piss me off, kid! You think I like being your nanny? The old man did it for your own good! Even if he puts you back... this is an ice-covered forest. With your strength, can you walk out safely? I'm afraid in less than a day, you'll be swallowed by the beast! ”

Dewey wanted to fight back: I didn't come here safely!

But even Dewey understands that he came here safely because he joined the Snow Wolf Mercenary Corps, and the old magician must have followed him all the way. Once you are in danger, the old magician will come... for example, just now.

(I'll take care of the code word updates, the collection is broken!

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