Demon King

In the face of the black queen, Ivo relieved his nervousness and said seriously: "I hope to conclude a deal with you. I want to exchange your five years and protect me for five years. During these five years, I Provide enough water of concentration for your race, and collect the potion materials you want for you. Five years later, I will bring you a heart of a simulacrum."

Luna said coldly: "I have seen too many false promises, all of which are false calculations."

Ivo slowly said: "I know that you have a long life experience, but this is not a blank check. My chamber of commerce has huge wealth. With my help, it is much more convenient than you to collect materials by yourself, and what you want is a plan. The heart of the shaper is not necessarily mine. If I break my promise after five years, you will take my heart away."

Luna frowned. "I don't believe you."

"Even if you don't believe me, you should also believe in your own strength. As long as you follow me and watch, I can't escape." Ivo said solemnly, "In five years, you will not only gain the heart of the mimic, but also a lot of Water of Concentration, the materials you need have not been collected yet. For the benefit of me, I hope you can collect other materials first."

"There is some truth to what you said," Luna said unchanged, stubbornly: "But I don't want to listen."

Every strong man has a firm heart and is difficult to persuade.

Ivo took a deep breath, took out a parchment roll, and put it on the table. ￡long￡wind￡wen￡learning, ww∨w.cfw≤x.n︽et

Luna glanced at her, her face changed, her anger loomed, her mood became unstable, and the shaman's evil force rolled around nervously.

The sheepskin scroll is the intelligence of the Brotherhood. It says that after the violent shaman of Abraham lost the command of the Black Queen, he was bullied by two other shamans, and his residence was constantly invaded. The situation is getting more and more difficult. Some potions workshops. There are countless people who have been destroyed, cannot produce water of concentration, and fall into madness.

"Is this true?" Luna's voice was a little hoarse.

Ivo nodded and stared at Luna nervously. This was his last resort, hoping to impress Luna.

Luna was silent for a full ten minutes, her face lonely, and said slowly: "Three years."

Ivo was overjoyed, "Yes."

"Notify me when you leave." Luna's tone was cold, and the shaman's evil force rolled, pushing Ivo out of the house and slamming the door.

The guilt of the ethnic group prevailed in Luna's heart. The hardship of the ethnic group had her unshirkable responsibility, and she could not lead her compatriots. She wanted to compensate the ethnic group in other ways.

In the end, Luna chose to agree to Ivo's request and replaced it with three years.

Ivo scratched his head and turned to leave. He knew that Luna was in a bad mood and didn't want to be in trouble.

After solving the thorny threat, Ivo relaxed a lot. The Black Queen condescended to be his bodyguard. There is basically no need to worry about external dangers. The only thing to worry about is Luna's unstable emotions, and she always covets her heart.

It's like putting a time bomb next to you, but the advantage is that you can at least know when it will explode, which is an advantage over blackening your eyes.

The transaction with the Black Queen is a slow-down strategy. Ivo wanted to go back on the bill from the beginning. He would help Luna collect the water of concentration and potion materials, but the heart of the impersonator was absolutely useless. At that time, he had to find a way to escape the debt.

After returning to the Brotherhood stronghold, Ivo received new information. Regarding Das's background investigation, Das's deeds in the Heresy Court were dug up, and a familiar name appeared frequently.

Orona!

Ivo's eyes were cold, "No wonder I'm an enemy, there are old acquaintances."

...

Holy Land Eden, heresy court.

In the dark and deep corridor, a man in a masked white robe leaned against the window. The robe was dragged to the ground, glowing with holy white light, like a light source in the dark, the robe of the arbitrator, containing the top of the church. Craftsmanship, in addition to its own effects, also represents identity.

At this time, this suit was draped over Orona.

Under the black robe, heretical arbitration.

"Abandoned the identity of the son of God and switched to the embrace of the adjudication office. You made the wrong decision."

Another man in a priest’s robe stood in the sun, shining brightly, distinct from the backlit Orona in the darkness. This man has dazzling blond hair, smiles as warm as the spring sun, and exudes a gentle aura. , He sighed and said, "You have a promising future. If you give up your identity as a son of god, you have given up the competition for the patriarch."

"Only by turning away from the light can you set foot in the darkness," Orona said indifferently. "If someone spreads the doctrine of fraternity, someone must maintain the correctness of the doctrine. Only evil can be used to control evil. The establishment of any banner is accompanied by blood."

"Your character is too extreme." The blond man shook his head, "Maybe you are right, but the Heresy Court is the best place for you."

"I am different from you. I am suitable for being a knife, and you are suitable for being a scepter to be worshipped." Orona said lightly.

"Orona, you and I are the best friends of this son of God, are you willing to support me?"

Orona glanced at him lightly, "Canaan, the court does not participate in the personnel changes of the church. You are my friend. I have only one piece of advice. Stay away from Del Passani. Sooner or later, his ambition will ruin you."

Canaan smiled, "The Patriarch is old, Del Passani gave me a chance, I will regret it if I miss it."

Orona shook his head, turned and left, disappearing into the shadow of the corridor.

Canaan turned to look at the sunlight outside the window, squinted and smiled.

...

The commission of the Brotherhood was completed. Iris expressed his gratitude to Ivo. Because Ivo was unwilling to join the core circle of the Brotherhood, he indicated that he could only maintain the status of Ivo's elite members. Ivo expressed his understanding.

After solving the problems in Greencastle City, Ivo continued on his journey with a companion, Luna, a little girl.

Luna had a cold personality, barely speaking, and Ivo didn't ask herself to be bored. The two rushed in a silent atmosphere, far apart, and they didn't look like their peers at all.

Although Luna does not communicate with him, she will deal with the robbers or beasts in the wild at the first time and perform her duty of protecting Ivo. Under her escort, the journey goes smoothly.

Ivo knew that Luna was more like monitoring him, but he didn't care much about the honor of the strong, and the Black Queen would not easily break the contract.

That night, the two rushed a little bit anxiously, missed the hotel, and could only rest in the forest. Unfortunately, it rained heavily and the leaves fell.

Ivo found a crypt~www.wuxiamtl.com~ sprinkled insect repellent powder around, used the dry wood stored in the space ring to make a bonfire, took off his wet clothes, exposed his upper body, and baked it to remove the wetness. gas.

He looked at Luna on the side. There was no trace of water all over her body. This big man used shaman's evil power to keep out the rain. It was better than an umbrella, and even the shoes were not wet. Ivo looked at it for a long time and finally couldn't help it. Asked: "Why don't you help me also cover the rain?"

Luna raised her eyelids, too lazy to answer.

Ivo sighed and shook his clothes, took out a small pot, took out some dried meat, boiled it with seasonings, made a simple stew, scooped a bowl and placed it in front of Luna, "Boss, eat something ."

Luna frowned and raised her head, "I don't want to eat, don't disturb me."

Ivo touched a gray nose, groaned, drank the broth to himself, drank half of it, thought about it, and saved the rest.

Luna glanced at Ivo, did not speak, but her brows slacken a little.

(To be continued.)