Arcane Lord

as everyone knows, the fretsaw is a kind of high-strength stretched steel wire as the raw material, by winding several, even dozens of small wires into a zigzag shape to cut objects the goal of.

Maybe for Earth entering the information age, it is just an ordinary camping tool, but for Olaer continent, which has no industrial foundation, it is an out-and-out treasure. Not to mention how to entangle with human clumsy fingers, just pulling the tough steel wire that bare eye can barely distinguish is enough to make more than 99% of blacksmiths helpless.

Andre can almost imagine that an organization that can equip a bait with such luxurious equipment can make members fear an organization that is out of control, and how powerful is the hidden strength behind it.

Although he has not deciphered the contents of the notes, he has almost confirmed that this is definitely the manuscript left over by the Sword Master-Johannes Richard Turner during his lifetime. Otherwise, whoever spends such a large amount of manpower, Material resources and patience are a poor collection of poems.

“I…what shall we do next?” Jace stared at the cold light fretsaw, asking not knowing what to do.

As a liar, a big liar who has successfully deceived countless people, no matter how stupid he is, he knows what it means to appear on a woman who has no power to hold a chicken. All right.

First, the unfathomable mystery was controlled by hypnosis, followed by the blacklist of the underground guild, and now he was involved in a very dangerous incident that he knew at first glance. Sometimes he even wondered if he was doomed. Goddess cursed, otherwise I would be run into by myself no matter how many coincidences, and would not even give a chance to get out.

“Next?”

Andre has a surprised expression on his face, followed by the shook the head without the slightest hesitation.

“I’m sorry, you have no more, my dear friend. Do you remember what you said before? You will prove your worth, but unfortunately, instead of just not proving it, you returned The release of a lot of wrong information caused me a lot of trouble.

But I am a kind person, and I plan to kill people, so you can leave at any time now.

Oh, by the way, remember to take care of your mouth. If you dare to confide a little bit about what happened today to outsiders, then I will appear again soon.

I believe you will not want to see By that day, right?”

Although the whole sentence did not contain an insulting word, and there was no bloody threat, Jace still felt a biting chill because he knew that once he was alone If one person walks out of the wild, it will not be long before he becomes a prisoner of others.

Whether it is the leader of the underground guild in a state of rage, or the organization behind the woman in front of him, he will never let him go.

Waste has no value!

Not qualified to live!

This is a truth that every resident of Warren City understands, even a few-year-old child is no exception.

As a man who has lived in Evil City for decades, Jace has seen how miserable a guy who has lost his utilization value is, but never thought he would have such a day.

He still doesn’t want to die, at least he doesn’t want to leave this World in pain after suffering torture.

Just when Jace was racking his brains to persuade Ann to keep him, Portia, who had been waiting outside the door, slipped in quietly.

She glanced at the woman who was in a coma, and then at the liar brow beaded with sweat, with a playful smile across her mouth, and then asked Andre: “How is it, what was found? No?”

“No, she was too emotional just now, and she couldn’t communicate normally. But I found this, and the tattoo on her ankle.” Then Andre held up delicately While using the other finger to point to the long sword-shaped tattoo.

“Wow! What a beautiful bauble! Show it to me!”

From the first sight of the fretsaw, Portia’s eyes were released Two horrible rays of light came out, and they rushed up and grabbed them, carefully checking every detail above, even leaving saliva unconsciously.

There is no doubt that her nature of halflings and thieves within the body is happening again. You don’t need to ask to know that this fretsaw will definitely not come back.

Andre had a foreboding that a similar situation would happen, so he sighed helplessly and reminded: “Okay, it’s just a tool, you’d better check this tattoo first, is it what it was before? I’ve seen it somewhere. After all, we don’t know anything about the organization behind this woman, so even a clue is good.”

Podia reluctantly took his eyes off the wire saw, and then Shrugged lightly: “No problem, you are the head, listen to you, but this tool has to stay with me for two days to study.”

Although she tried to pretend to be serious, Andre I know, this fretsaw might not come back…

“I have to say, you are really a qualified thief. As long as you see something you like, you will immediately think of ways to take it for yourself. . Well, it’s yours.” Andre surrendered the ownership of the spoils of war very generously.

Of course, what’s more important is that he really doesn’t know how to make a halfling hand over what he loves.

“hehe! many thanks! Let me owe you again.”

Seeing the trick succeeded, Portia blinked her eyes playfully, just as the saying goes that there are too many lice, not itching, No worries about the debt, anyway, she has promised to serve Andre, and she doesn’t care about extending her time.

Cautiously put the fretsaw into her pocket, she took out a magnifying glass and squatted down to examine the slightly fuzzy long sword tattoo carefully. It took two 3 minutes before she spoke:

“Well… Judging from the degree of fading, this imprint should have been tattooed at least ten to fifteen years ago, and it is not a needle, but a hot pin-shaped soldering iron, because I I found some burnt dead skin, like the one on the slave market.

Finally, the woman’s body was forced to change her growth pattern, and a lot of bones were produced on her body. Distortion and deformation, if I’m not wrong, she must have worn various shackles and molds when she was a child, in order to make her look exactly like Clarissa Bessemer.”

” You mean… She was trained as a stand-in for Clarissa Bessemer more than ten years ago, and then sent to Warren City for a mission?” Andre squinted his eyes and asked with a serious expression.