The Amber Sword

As Chiara spoke to herself beside herself, Roman seemed to have finally recovered, and she turned back and asked, "What are you talking about, Chiara, that woman I know, is a bad woman. ”

“That's for you and that guy," Chiara hey, smile: “While it's not to be ruled out that the Imperial Prime Minister and his daughter are not in harmony, it's very unlikely, as you can see from that woman's proud paranoia, a daughter whose father can't love her, can't do that step, huh!” She snorted softly and obviously had no impression of the Prime Minister's grand gold, but Roman had not asked her where she had met the Prime Minister's grand gold, who soon skipped the subject and stared at Polly. Anvil continued, "The bigger possibility, in my opinion, is that this guy could be a mole.”

Chiara stared at poor Mr. Polly with a kind of cat animal hunting spirit, and his beautiful eyes, like sapphires, filled with dangerous connotations: "That is, Chancellor Nederweyn is not necessarily the traitor, but this traitor is at least not far from the top of the empire -”

Bori Anvil shivered, he thought that he was just a temperamental, random aristocratic lady who would let himself go if he took a breath; and he didn't dare say a word more about the Prime Minister Jinjin, thinking that he could escape a heist, but he didn't think that he was only half right, that the young lady didn't like to make sense with her men, but had an ingenuity beyond her age, he clearly didn't say a word, but the other side had guessed eight or nine.

Polly Anvil began to feel that he had chosen to do something wrong at the wrong time, and he looked at Chiara as if he had seen the legendary demons underneath Hell.

“Why do you say that, Chiara?” Roman asked.

“It is not easy, what would the Jogentigans do with a prime minister, a prime minister of the empire, if their target were the prime minister of the empire, they would never attack the woman of Delphine, and the young prime minister, Neither would he betray the empire for a daughter, even though he was no better than his father. On the contrary, doing so would only provoke him.” Chiara replied with some reluctance, as if the plots were written in an open book in her view, no secrets: “So knowing that would provoke the Empire's prime minister, but preferring to do so, who would have thought that this person was necessarily the enemy of Little Nederweyne, perhaps just retaliation, perhaps trying to make the Empire's prime minister make a mistake. ”

“Either way, however, the average man will not take revenge with the Prime Minister, and even if he does, he will not have the capacity to take revenge, and those who can do so will have at least the same identity and status as the Imperial Chancellor -”

“Because only a conflict of interest breeds hatred, does it mean that a busy lower nobility, or a small workshop owner who works all day for his livelihood, will not in any way interact with the Prime Minister of the Empire?” Roman replied with the logic of a unique businessman.

“This is a good metaphor, and in fact there are only a few of them in the empire, although a few dukes, heads of major regiments, leaders of local aristocracy, or just the upper echelons of the Temple of Fire.” Chiara nodded.

Pokémon listened in the fog, she looked at the butcher gun stuck in the mouth of the cannibal demon, thought about it, some nauseously pulled it out of it, then rubbed and rubbed it in the nearby grass, trying to wipe the blood clean.

Chiara frowned, as if she had found a new question: “There are more interesting things in here, this guy and the goblins mixed together, and it had something to do with Jorgen Deokang,” she said again with a magic stick poking the dwarf's big nose: “It is more likely that the person connected to Jorgen Deokang is not him, but the big man behind him, which is interesting. No wonder someone in the upper echelons of the Empire betrayed the Empire. No wonder Jorgen Deokang's invasion was so convenient to map the situation on the surface so clearly. ”

“Stop it, you demon!” Polly. The face of the fire is earthy.

“How dare you shut me up, it seems you still don't understand your situation," Chiara replied harshly, but suddenly she saw the dwarf reveal her crying and changed her mind: “Well, for your poor sake, you can tell me if I don't, but in exchange, you have to tell me what you're going to do to that woman in Delphine? She has a grudge against that guy, but it's such a coincidence to be here at this time, you wouldn't have told me it was a coincidence, would you? ”

“It was Count Freud,” replied the dwarf shakingly, "that his son, Ellman, died because of the Eluyne, but he believed that it was Miss Deluyne who encouraged her son to avenge Faina, and that she should therefore be held accountable for that, and that he deliberately loaned Miss Deluyne a butcher's gun, in the hope that she would end up with the Eluyne. ”

“What is a Murder Gun?” Roman asked.

“It's a Freud family weapon. I hear it possesses the power of a subordinate artifact. ”

“Ah, so Brando, is he gonna be all right?” The businesswoman was surprised.

“Rest assured, the guy's life is so great, even the devil can't kill him, there's no way to take the District Slaughter Gun.” Chiara replied with dismay, stepping on the dwarf with her toes: “Count Freud wants the Chancellor to go home with him. Why, does the Murderer have a self-destructing function? Miss Ben rarely reads, so don't lie to me. ”

Polly Anvil fought a cold war: “Miss Delphine was supposed to wait for the Eruin to arrive in Teito, and my task was mainly to persuade her to come to this place and then to find an opportunity to expose her to the Jorgendigans...”

“How did you persuade him? Tell her the guy won't go to Didu at all, because he leads these cavemen to get into trouble with the Empire, and he'll call Rusta all the way, and if he can't, he'll return to Eruin, and you tell her that Eruin and Jorgendigan are in alliance with Tokenin, right? Let's see, the guy's got a caveman escort, so that doesn't make any sense. ”

Chiara knocked on the stick and analyzed it word for word, Polly. But the anvil seemed to hear something incredible, and he couldn't help but keep his mouth wide open, because the former said exactly what they had planned.

“But there is still a question: How did Count Freud know so well that the Jogentigans would be here? ”

“Because he's a traitor?” Pokémon stumbled into a mouth.

Poor Polly. The anvil seemed to think of the problem as well, and he couldn't help but look at Chiara with a pleading eye, hoping that the latter would be a little dumb, or even confused for a moment.

Unfortunately, Chiara apparently left his hopes empty, and the latter shook his head confidently: "If Count Freud were a traitor, would he not have opened up the empire's prime minister for this insignificant matter, which would not have been self-exposing, the guy's mouth was untrue, and it seemed to me most likely that Count Freud was also cloaked in the drums, and he was just being exploited. ”

She looked at Polly in a bit of a drama. Mr. Fire Anvil: “I can't tell, you're still a multi-faceted spy. This man, who wants to deal with the Chancellor of the Empire and who can get Count Freud to carry the blame for him, looks like a big shot. Can you tell me who the employer is behind this? ”

Dwarves tremble in fear, but dare not say a word.

“You must think you don't say a word, and I'm a sweet little girl who doesn't dare to take you, do you?” Chiara gets angry: “Well, I'm not going to kill you, but now that I know so much, I can probably claim that you told me, you see, you can't always tell your master, I guess all this out of the blue, right? ”

“You can't do that. I didn't tell you anything. You can't lie, you demon!” Poor Polly. Mr. Anvil shouted.

Shanny whispered to the elf: “This is a very merciful little girl...”

Both fought quietly in a cold war.

“You can't stop me from saying that, just like I can't force you to say," Chiara said to the dwarf, "but if you tell me the consequences, I can let you go, and nobody in this war knows you're alive, right? ”

The dwarf breathed heavily and still dared not speak.

“Humph, it seems that the person behind it scares you, even so much that even if you keep your name hidden from him, he can find out where you are. This person must have unimaginable power, so that even if you don't talk, the number of people we can suspect is further reduced, but only a couple of people.” Chiara sees the dwarf, just for a moment, as if reading from the other person's fearful eyes.

“You kill me, you devil.” Polly. The anvil shouted with impatience, "Why don't you kill me? ”

“I will not kill you, I am a lady, but sometimes I wonder how good it is not to be an elegant aristocratic lady, so that I can do some spells on you, few secrets can be kept. ”

Roman suddenly thought of something and said, "Chiara, as if I could do the same spell. ”

Chiara smiled slightly, she said it was nothing but empty words to intimidate this poor old dwarf, but she didn't expect that someone around her would use this spell, insight into the future, that was the scope of astrology, and peeking into the human heart, that was the field of black magic, she looked at Roman in surprise, in fact there was more or less speculation about the identity of the other person, she was very curious to say to the businesswoman: “Do you want to try it, I have not seen such spell yet. ”

“I don't know,” Roman replied enthusiastically, “because it's a dangerous spell, there's an unknown danger to the surgeon and the surgeon, so I haven't tried it either, maybe it's a limited effect, or it can turn people into drooling idiots, why don't we try it? ”

“I beg of you, two honorable ladies of humanity, even if it is for your own good, since this is a dangerous spell, I think we should avoid it!” Think of yourself as a drooling idiot, Polly. The anvil finally screamed.

“That's not possible," Chiara shook her head with great dissatisfaction: "How can you retreat in front of the truth without fear of hardship and danger? ”

Roman nodded forcefully and thought that the little girl was really talking about her heart and mind, more important than danger, still curiosity and fun.

“Get ready, Miss Roman,” Chiara looked at the dwarf and said solemnly, "Knowledge and truth will remember your contribution, Mr. dwarf, before I have the privilege of knowing your name? ”

Poor Polly. Mr. Anvil finally broke down and couldn't help but cry like a child: "Damn, don't turn me into an idiot. I'll tell you what you want to know. ”

“That's not gonna work!” Roman was anxious to say that he seemed scared of losing the chance to perform this spell, but this time Chiara stopped the businesswoman, and the dwarf was almost scared to death by them, and she pointed at the tip of the other person's nose with a magic stick: “It's useless, he's so big, he's crying. Tell me, who's behind you? ”

The dwarf snorted and cried, “Damn, whoops, I don't know who that is, but I know the guy who contacted me, Freeman, from the Royal Archaeological Society. ”

“Who's that?” Roman asked.

“Freeman. Ryllis, my brother told me about this man, vice president of the Royal Society of Archaeology of Cruz, from the Ryllis family. Have you heard of this family? ”

Roman sat on a mossy rock with his knees standing side by side, his round toe boots stepped on a rotten wood, his elbows resting on his thighs to support his chin, his eyes gleaming at Chiara - meaning she didn't hear anything.

But Chiara was very excited: “The Cecil family is the noble family of the closest temple of flame in the empire. He comes from this faction, that is to say, he is connected to the temple, but the temple of flame can never collude with Jorgendioka. This contact person chosen by the other party is very interesting, and it is likely that this person is a chess piece they have chosen in order to confuse the pool of water. ”

“Meaning we can't know who's behind this?” Shanny lay down on the elf's head and asked, as for the latter, who had long heard in the fog, squatting boringly on the ground and counting the ants, it was good that in the forest she was identified by a wide variety of colorful insects.

“Has he calculated you?” Chiara looked at Miss Fake Dragon curiously.

“... that's not true, but, according to you humans, when we are situated in such a huge conspiracy, does it not seem more subjective to me to say this?” Shanny stalled her claws and replied.

“That's also true, it's a fun game,” Chiara glanced: "But, Ms. Shanny, you're wrong about one thing, and although the clue is broken here, in other words, it contains other information, and the person who designed all this is willing to even get involved in the Temple of Fire, at least two things, either he's not afraid of the Temple of Fire, or he's a fearless fool. But if a fool can do this, I'll have to admit I'm a fool, so there's only one chance. ”

“Perhaps you are mistaken, that may be the high-ranking spy who placed the Temple of the Earth inside the Temple of Fire.” Shanny clawed herself to the parchment and deliberately asked, as if she liked this reasoning game.

“First, I can't be wrong, second, why I can't be wrong, because if that person is a spy inside the Temple of Fire, there will always be suspicions on any spy, just different from more and less, the only way that such a person is not discovered is not to leave himself without doubt, but to minimize the attention of others, so what he should do is not to let anyone suspect himself, but now he has done it, so when we think he is, the answer may be opposite to us. ”

After listening to Miss Pseudo-Dragon, for the first time she was comfortable with the human being, she was surprised that the human being was only a little girl of about 10 years old from the outside and could not even speak the tone of a child.

Chiara poked at the already frustrated dwarf with a magic stick: "Now that these geniuses recognize you, I'm sure you should have a joiner among the Jorgendigans. ”

“It's Ms. Chagus.” Polly. The anvil answered with impatience.

“Who's that? ”

“An underground lizard, I just know her name, but she should know I exist. ”

“So she knows your mission, or at least you're in this place for some reason? ”

The dwarf changed his face: “You, what do you want? ”

“Don't do anything, you can take a break.” Chiara smiled proudly and turned around, raising her hand in secret and hitting Roman gently.

“Don't you have to do that spell?” Roman held his bag and asked curiously.

“Not yet," Chiara shook her head: “But you really know that spell? ”

“A little bit, but the so-called spying technique can only know a person's current emotions. For example, are you angry or happy? This technique can reveal your true emotions and make the practitioner feel the same.” Roman thought about it and answered seriously and quietly.

“Is this the realm of black magic? Can this magic really turn people into idiots?” Chiara asked.

Roman glanced at the dwarf: "No spell can ever turn a fool into a fool again, Chiara. ”

Chiara thought, “I think so, too. ”

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(PS: I'm going to rigorously warn the judging district that some of the rumors that I can't even count, I'm telling you, after 2 is 4, the essence of the world is not 3, 3 is actually what you imagine, it's a conspiracy of organs! Huh!)