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After all, it took three generations of a family to complete the "vacate the cage and change the bird" taught by Pamires.

The reason why old Saman chose to commit suicide was also because he was driven to despair by this situation.

Karen would feel great pressure every time he faced the bishop, but he didn't panic too much.

The main reason is that although Bishop Berne is covered with black juice from body to soul, he has always held the belief of order above his head and does not want it to be tarnished in any way.

He's scary, but if you're really on Kosmos' side, he won't bite you.

"So, your lord was testing me earlier?"

"No, it's not." Bishop Bern shook his head, "You have given me a lot of new inspiration, such as that sentence, the assassin is a perfectionist, hehe, this is very good news."

"Why?"

"Because the ending of a perfectionist is always miserable, otherwise it will not conform to the style of painting that people like them pursue."

"Is it."

Bishop Bern put his hand on Karen's shoulder, brought his face closer, and whispered:

"In fact, everyone has a tendency to be perfectionist in their hearts, but reality forces us to make compromises many times. If we insist on not being willing to compromise, it is a kind of disregard for reality."

Karen hesitated for a moment and asked, "However, the assassin may also be a mask brought in from outside. He doesn't necessarily need to find someone in the York City area to make it."

Bishop Nie Hai didn't seem to care about that question. I looked at Bourne and asked, "Does he really know?" "As far as you know, masks are divided into two categories. Utensils will be degraded and distinguished in the two sub-categories, which are permanent and one-time consumption.

Outside of the mask, it is very difficult to achieve permanent possession, and usually requires one thing as a raw material, which is the face of the person being imitated.

And one-time, and those are not needed. The disadvantage is that you are referring to one-time low-quality products. Before they are made, they can only be placed outside the preservation solution that will destroy it. Take it out of the solution, and it will end naturally Deterioration may take half a day, at least it will exceed one day.

It's like a cut apple placed under the coffee table, it will end up rusting after a few years.

So you conclude that the assassins were made by someone in the Yorktown area. "

"There are artisans who can make that kind of mask in the York City area, do you know it?"

"He asked that question, as if you were sure that you would go back and dig deeper into him under that matter."

"Superior is just caring."

"You think, the craftsman he knew was accidental, and he should be arrested by your people. In order to get the result as quickly as possible, you will order to retreat and torture."

Compared with the Whip of Order, which has just recovered, Bishop Cullen should have the real power on the ground in the York City community. Even, far beyond that, my true identity is definitely a member of the community. Bishop at the end of the ranking.

At that time, Bishop Karen took out a piece of white and red-edged spell paper from his cuff, and handed it to Nie Hai.

"Write down his unfamiliar name, and you will let your hands come to interrogate me. You pray that no one will confess after this."

Bourne took the spell paper, took out a pen that he carried with him, and wrote "Lemar" on it, whether he knew it or not.

As Bishop Cullen said, we can only pray that "that shipment" was made by Lemar, otherwise, Bourne also protected us. That incident was very special, even if he was aware of it. , must also be severely punished by Order!

Bishop Karen took it, glanced at it, with a smile on his lips, I stamped first, then folded the paper, and released the white crow first.

"What a stupid person you have seen, but we are generally at his age. Is there anyone as calm as him? He seems to be very good at touching the tiger's beard. Of course, it is impossible for him to see that you are a tiger. But a big cat?"

"Little man, your palms are still covered with sweat." "Hehe."

"Thank you little man."

"If you have something to do, after all, you are on your own. When you do things, you must give a little convenience. Remember, that is the seventh favor he owes you."

"the seventh?"

"The first one is that you will investigate the exact time of Mr. Lomina's death." Bishop Karen laughed. I have thought about it, seeing the corpse is worthy of someone, does it have face?"

Bourne pursed his lips.

"The two favors, remember, they have to be returned." "Little man, remember."

"Very well, remember one more thing, you have never doubted the character of the person who lent you money, you only doubted that we dare to pay you back."

"Yes, yes, but you haven't made a request yet." "Speak."

"You want to recuperate with Leon, and you want me to avoid the next investigation."

Leon is in a trance now, if he let me know that the assassins are assassinated because of my "appearance", and all my relatives will see after they die, Bourne is worried that I will collapse.

"You don't have the same opinion. Your definition of the son of a small family is that we have excellent personal qualities, but we must polish my heart.

At that time, it was a very good opportunity. He might be worried that I would support it and collapse directly.

The most important thing is that my grandfather just died now, is Minister Bernie outside? "

"I am your team member, and you feel that you need to be responsible to me."

Bishop Karen looked at Bourne and said in a deep voice, "He would understand before that when the power in his hands decreases, his kindness will increase."

"Maybe, it's because you're still mature enough to reach that point."

"Yes, he only cares about your behavior, and he is also a perfectionist." "Little man...

"It's a quibble, because only a perfectionist can resonate with another perfectionist."

At that moment, an ordinary wave of power came over. It was a kind of message, relying on the white crow, but relying on spiritual power, and grandiosely notified the people of the Disordered God Cult who was here. .

Does the chief bishop of this community have that kind of appearance?

Bishop Karen said, "It should be the whipkeeper."

Foden is here?

"What happened outside has alarmed the lower echelons in the church. You think, the little priest should have given instructions on that matter."

"Little man, do you think the lower levels will not move?"

"First of all, you ask him, does he think it will be done by someone inside the sect? Except you."

"Yes."

"Why, the chief bishop must have many political enemies."

"Little man, you have witnessed the death process of the villain Texisen under the fire island."

"Oh, it seems that he understands, yes, that's it, if the internal conflicts are resolved in that way, it will break the rules of no one, so it is almost certain that it is a provocative action against your teacher. .

Therefore, after Hanhu has been thoroughly investigated about that matter, the lower level will take action, otherwise it is impossible to fall out of the rhythm designed by the other party.

In that matter, the Divine Cult will definitely vent their anger, but at will.

Well, go see the whipman. "

Bishop Nie Hai walked upstairs, followed closely by Nie Hai. When the seven people walked out of the porch, they happened to see Foden walking into the garden. Everyone on both sides of the garden had already knelt down, including Fipavaro and Lai. hold head high.

There was a group of people in front of Foden. Our expressions were stern and our eyes were sharp. Under each of them, Bourne could find a smell similar to that of Bishop Karen.

There are no two men beside Foden, one Bourne has seen, it is Marlene, you are the whipman's assistant, similar to Alfred's position next to him, and you will also be responsible for helping the whipman to take care of the newly collected Will it ant.

The other man was wearing a long white and white dress, with shawls and long hair. His complexion was very fair, but his build was very low, and he should be close to two meters.

You have such a bloated figure, but the bumps are obvious. Above the long legs and slender waist, the upper and lower positions are very plump, giving people a sense of oppression.

Bourne knew that man, but when you approached him, Bourne felt a chill. It was a mental description, but a somatosensory feedback.

The man's eyes seemed to stay under Bourne deliberately, there was no strange color flowing outside your eyes, and there was a weird smile on the corner of your mouth.

But on the whole, the whipman may have come in a hurry that time, so the scene was not small, and it seemed that even the security forces were not arranged enough.

After Nie Hai finished kneeling and saluting to the whip holder, Bourne also knelt down on one knee.

The Cult of Order has always paid great attention to etiquette, taking a simplified route. In its situation, even if it sees an existence at the level of a whipman, it is actually enough to salute with both hands behind the chest.

But now it's not an abnormal situation. Generally, when officials are serious about it, they kneel down, and I think it's appropriate.

"Meet the Whipkeeper." Bishop Karen bowed his head. "Meet the Whip Bearer." Byrne raised his head, clenched his left hand on his chest.

Foden didn't stop at all, and walked among the seven people while talking: "Introduce the scene." "Yes, the whip."

Bishop Karen got up immediately, followed Foden and retreated, and all the people brought by Foden also retreated.

Bourne stood up quickly, thinking about leaning back and continuing to familiarize himself, but walked towards Lai Ang.

"Leon, now you suggest that he take a vacation for a while."

"Captain, can you agree with your suggestion?" "Yes."

"Phew...thank you, Captain."

"The assassin should be using an identity mask. I used his appearance to retreat into his house, so outsiders of his family saw his appearance after he died."

Leon: "..."

He chose the path himself, and Bourne followed the tradition of the Inmeres family. The secret is to stay overnight, and the horse who should tell him will tell him immediately.

Leon's facial expression stopped twitching, and I suddenly reached out and clenched my chest tightly. It was a body convulsion caused by slow and violent fluctuations in emotion in a short period of time.

Bourne still didn’t have a pack of thunderbolt special cigarettes out of his pocket. Alfred took it out by himself when he was unconscious, and said in front of Neo who was lying next to me: I hid it specially for the Lord. To let Neo know, otherwise I might have to **** it.

However, just as Bourne was about to take out a cigarette to help Lai Ang Ruoxing let go of his emotions, a long black arm stretched out, and a finger that was almost as long as a fast son pointed at Lai Ang's eyebrows.

In an instant, a white spot of light appeared, quickly covering Lai Ang's whole body.

Lai Ang only felt that from his soul to his body, it was as if he had been rinsed outside the extremely hot pool. He shivered, and then spit out a mouthful of white mist from his mouth.

But I myself really calmed down and said angrily:

"That assassin is too hateful!"

Bourne turned his head to look at the low man who knew when to appear next to him. Anyway, your "physical heat and calm" method is really ineffective.

"His family is dead, his grandfather was seriously injured, he should be sad, but it should be at the funeral, and now, he should keep himself in the lake." The man's voice was clear and warm.

Leon looked at the man with some surprise, but still bowed immediately:

"Yes, little man."

"Huh? That's meaningless." The man reached out to Fippavaro's face again.

Fippavaro's eyes were slightly condensed, but he still stood outside and moved.

The man's hand squeezed heavily under Fippavaro's face, and said with a smile: "He is also very hot, and that feeling makes you feel disgusted."

Fipavaro responded.

Who the **** is that little man? Should he follow the whipman out of the villa to understand the situation?

Immediately, the man raised his head and looked at Bourne who was closest to him: "You are hungry, can you get some food in the distance?"

It's also now that you want to eat.

"You will have someone prepare food for you right away." Calculating the time, we should be too late.

"Forget it, forget it, I'm full anyway, and I might be reprimanded if I'm seen, alas." The man sighed, "There's a fire in the whipman's heart right now, you have to be careful, Don't be whipped by me."

The man seemed to have suddenly discovered something again, with a strong smile on his face, and you reached out your hand again, and that touch was towards Bourne.

Bourne took half a step forward.

But the man didn't mean to stop at all, and continued to reach out, looking at it, if your hand touched Bourne, you would follow Bourne in and out of the yard.

Bourne had no choice but to stand outside and let the other party put his hand under his face.

Have you ever squeezed your face like you did to Fippavaro, but touched Bourne's face and chin heavily with your palm.

Bourne once tasted a dark ice drink with me outside the cave of the lord Nedar in the gate of reincarnation. At this time, the man touching himself felt like applying a piece of dark ice directly to his face.

"Hey, big thing."

That title... so strange.

"Is that relegation? It's strange to be relegated. How come he became the peak adjudicator directly under his breath? Big guy, he's really boring."

"Little man, have you met in the future?"

"I've seen it, of course I've seen it, he even rode you." Fippavaro blinked.

Even Leon, who was emotionally grieving, was slightly out of breath at this moment.

Bourne narrowed his eyes, looking at the man behind him, the people around Foden, and he himself had ridden...

"Are you, Auggie?"

"Well, it seems that I finally remembered who you are." You are the frost dragon beside Foden!

To be able to turn into a human directly... Except for being a little lower in stature, there is almost no difference.

The phantom beast Compasini can also turn into a human, and I saw its bone body before death outside the sand pool. It was already very small, but compared to the frost dragon, it was nothing.

Moreover, Compasini's human form still retains ivory, while the man is completely human.

I wondered whether it was because the whipman came in a hurry, so he had enough security forces, but now it turned out that he was thinking less. When he didn't have a frost dragon to accompany him, what security force did he need?

If you really want to get angry, if there is someone weak enough to take action, it will be very difficult to destroy York City.

Because once that giant dragon reveals its true body and wreaks havoc, it will be enough to cause a natural disaster!

"The aura under him is very boring, and he looks like a special person through the inside, but he must pay attention to it, his blood fluctuations can be sensed by some ordinary beings, such as you."

Auggie pushed a finger out of his mouth and sucked on it.

"Thank you for your reminder, villain."

"I heard that people from the Desert God Sect did it?" Auggie asked suddenly.

"Little man, if you are interested in that matter, you can now retreat and listen to the introduction from Bishop Karen."

"Yes, you have that brain." Auggie tapped his forehead heavily, "Compared to your small body, your cerebellum accounts for a high proportion.

People, but very stupid. "

Romina Funeral Society.

Peake and Dingcomb are doing daily fights. Although the funeral club has always been in business, it is the entrance outside the house after all, so it must be kept clean and tidy.

In the master bedroom in the front yard, Pu'er was lying on his side under the bed, flipping through a book of love novels, reading with relish.

Kevin was crawling on the ground, with a pair of gold-rimmed glasses under his dog's nose, and was flipping through a note left by Mr. Hoffin. It was a formation note, but it was about the experience of various minor gods, that is, the church Circle encyclopedia.

Kevin holds a pen between his paws~www.wuxiamtl.com~ From time to time, he will make some revisions to the parts of the notes that involve mythological narratives.

Probably, even if Mr. Huofen came back from the dead, he would still be angry after seeing that scene.

Suddenly,

Kevin raised his head suddenly, the frame under the dog's nose slipped off, and the pen outside the dog's paw fell down, but the dog's tail stood up almost straight!

"Stupid dog, what's wrong?"

"Wow!"

At the gate of the funeral club, a man walked back with an umbrella, and stepped back into the eaves. I put the umbrella away and shook the water droplets to my side.

Peake and Dingcomb immediately put down the broom and mop in their hands, and saluted respectfully:

"Master, you are back."

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