Duke of Grief

"This is the man behind the scene who escaped from the toilet window?"

Seeing Cervantes came back with a man, the maid only glanced at it, and suddenly smelled a stench.

"Stop!" The subconscious screamed, and the maid looked at the man carrying Cervantes in cold sweat.

Cervantes stopped and looked at the person he was holding, suddenly realized, "Oh, Serra, it's okay, the plague on this person can't infect me, and I have dealt with it!"

Black Dragon carried Dodd's back in one hand and dragged the mage back from the way out of the city.

The skin became abscessed due to the plague and became more sensitive. The skin of Dodd's legs had been worn along the way, but Cervantes treated the tail of his hand and did not let the plague spread.

"Stop! Don't come!"

After seeing Cervantes smiled and continued to come over, Latina and Selena screamed in response: "Servantes, you stupid dragon! Stop!"

Black Dragon stopped again, his eyes full of doubts.

He let out a sigh of relief, but when the maid knew it wasn't time to relax, he quickly pointed out and said seriously: "Go and give this guy to Ziegler. Since he is also infected with plague, let him test it! Now We don’t have much time, we can save some, just go!"

Cervantes thought for a moment... Cervantes gave up thinking and nodded ignorantly, "Oh."

Watching the Black Dragon dragged the guy who was full of foul smell again, the maid and the goddess of wealth who had been tight all the time were relaxed.

Carrying Dodd like a dead dog, Cervantes hummed a joyous little song and walked towards the second basement, which was tens of feet deeper than the first basement.

At the basement level, if you want to continue down, you can only use the elevator, standing in the elevator like a big cage. After Cervantes read the spell, Dodd saw it flow out of his leg. On the ground infiltrated by the blood, the runes gradually lighted up, his eyes widening.

He struggled weakly with his hands first. Corvinus's claws were like iron cast iron shackles, let alone now, he couldn't break free.

Knowing that it was useless, Dodd tried his best to widen his puffy eyes and wanted to observe these runes on the ground carefully, but he hadn't memorized these runes in his head, and the elevator went off with a bite.

"Um! Um--"

Dodd began to struggle again. He twisted his head to look back, but he saw nothing. Cervantes' left hand squeezed his neck tightly, dragging him towards the institute.

There is no guard at the hospital's underground research institute, because the people who guard the morgue are the priests of the Church of the Reaper.

This is a transaction between the Principality of the Winds and the Church of the Grim Reaper, and I don’t need to repeat them one by one. In short, if there is no pass through the priesthood, no one will go to the elevator, let alone enter this underground research institute. Too.

Dodd was intoxicated by the mysteries of magic, and Cervantes' approach was to torture him the most.

He wanted to go back and see the combination of those runes, but the black dragon would never give him this opportunity. This evil dragon would hardly consider the emotions of others, let alone the emotions of the enemy.

The underground research institute is still some distance away from the elevator. After walking through this road, Cervantes saw the steel gate of the underground research institute.

I glanced at the silver-white steel gate, whistled happily, and walked to the door to play the jigsaw puzzle-this is actually the gate switch, this kind of small thing is not for the highly intelligent businessmen. difficult.

After the Jiugongge is completed, the line will be connected, the magic will flow, and then the door will be opened. After all, this is a high-risk area. If the plague in the laboratory leaks out, it is unbearable.

"Unfortunately, there is no identity verification program in this world..."

Due to the high cost of the tower spirit, and now that the core of the fan lock is sufficient to support the entire fan lock system, the maid has not made the tower spirit, so until now they have to use this cumbersome method that does not have any protective effect. verification.

After a little emotion, Cervantes dragged Dodd into the institute. At the back of the door, he pressed a button to close the door. At this time, the Jiugongge outside the door was already disrupted.

From the appearance, the research institute can give people a wonderful feeling full of the combination of science fiction and magic. The cool decoration and the runes and magic circles scattered by the magic flow constitute this laboratory.

It may not seem as advanced as the labs in the experimental area, but the protection here is dozens of times higher than those of the labs.

This is the most dangerous place in the city of Wind, where one death after another is imprisoned. In addition to the few scholars and mages who can enter this institute, even the priesthood guarding the death church in the morgue I don't know what's inside.

Once those monsters are released, they will cause great casualties!

On the way to the laboratory where Ziegler was, Cervantes smiled and told Dodd about these things one by one. After he stopped talking and laughing, there was only more left in the empty research institute. De breathing heavily.

The dry air seemed to tear Dodd's throat and lungs, but he didn't respond-his brain was blank!

How is it possible... how is this possible...

His eyes were tumbling in Dodd's orbit, and he couldn't focus his eyes on the same place, even if there were runes in front of him occasionally fascinating him.

The brisk tune hummed from the black dragon's mouth beside him, but Dodd's mood settled.

Why is this guy already close to those things, but the mood is still so happy? !

In the depths of the institute, one death after another is imprisoned. Those monsters representing death and desolation are in front of him, but why can he be so happy?

Why... why did they dare to study the solution to the plague? Why would they want to solve the plague in a mortal way?

madman! madman! madman! A group of lunatics!

Dodd couldn't talk~www.NovelMTL.com~ but the fear in his eyes had turned into tears and overflowed from the corners of his eyes.

In the empty passage, Cervantes hummed the light and joyful music, carrying Dodd's neck, and walked towards the laboratory where Ziegler was, while Dodd whimpered, tears fell drop by drop. On the ground, it blended with the blood flowing out of him, and was burnt out by the flames that followed.

Cervantes opened the door in front of him and dragged Dodd into the laboratory.

Ziegler, who was calculating some data, looked up at the door, and then other talents reacted.

Cervantes shook Dodd and shook his head, grinning: "Although not a behind-the-scenes hand, but also an executor! The behind-the-scenes hand hides somewhere else, not in Wind City, but this guy... should it be enough?"

Ziegler looked at Dodd, and Dodd also saw the handsome young man, forgetting to cry at once, and froze on the spot.

"Oh, yes, Sarah also said, this guy is also infected with the plague, then use this guy to test the drug!"

The others saw the bright smile on Cervantes' face and shivered.

"Executor..."

Looking at Dodd, Ziegler murmured and smiled immediately, "Alright!"

"Let's go on..." Waving his hands behind him, Ziegler stood up from his chair and walked towards Cervantes.

The right hand gently stroked Dodd's puffy face, with a smile and a soft expression, just like looking at his lover.

Ziegler chuckled: "I still have something to do..."

In his narrowed eyes, Dodd clearly saw a figure burning with flames all over—

A devil! ...

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