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On the way back, the old man snickered: "I thought you were going to find that witch and ask her: Hey, do you know where Servis is? I didn't expect to steal clues."

Zhao Si nodded, patted his chest, and made a "1" with his fingers, meaning: the less people know about this kind of thing, the better.

Dolores on the back slid down, Zhao Si hurriedly bumped up and stabilized his back.

The old man asked, "What would you do if there were no clues in Selian's bedroom?"

Zhao Si, who was carrying Dolores on his back, let out a whining sound.

The old man waved his hand: "You can speak now."

Only then did Zhao Si tear off the mask with one hand, spit out the pyroxene bullet, and said after a breath, "It seems that there is no way."

"You were lucky this time, and you happened to have a clue." The old man did not forget to teach, "Next time you do this kind of thing, remember: step on the spot first, find out the rules, and then make a move.

Zhao Si nodded vigorously, keeping the old man's teachings in mind.The assassination was indeed too hasty.

"What are you going to do with this on your back?" the old man asked.

"Take it back first." Zhao Si replied.He couldn't leave Dolores alone. It was not easy to save one of the victims of the Servis incident.

"I just don't know where his real body is." Zhao Si was a little worried.

The old man said: "You don't have to be afraid, it is him who should be afraid now. His body must be shivering in the dark."

Thinking about it, Servis didn't even know who it was before his head was smashed.

As for the main body, it should only know that someone broke into the secret room and killed the "stand-in", but it is impossible to find out who it is.

Probably hiding in a corner, afraid of being approached by enemies.It is also possible that they have already shifted their positions and gone to other places.

"This kind of petty person won't have the guts to retaliate directly." This is how the old man commented on Servis.

"By the way, your weapon is very interesting, is it some kind of magic?" The old man had long wanted to ask Zhao Si about his pyroxene gun.

Thanks to Servis being in the secret room, he was not afraid of the sound of the pyroxene gun reaching the ears of others, so he could fire as much as he wanted.

"Yes." Zhao Si said.

The old man became curious: "I don't know if my knife can cut through it."

"There is no record of magic being split." Zhao Si never thought that he could use physical means to interfere with magic.

The old man chuckled: "If there is no record, then make a record."

The old man really dared to think, he deserved to be the one who later walked on the path of Shura.

"How do you feel this time?" the old man asked.

"I feel..." Zhao Si recalled the mood when he shot Servis before, "It's very happy. There is a feeling of letting out a bad breath."

"Oh, this is the first time you want to kill someone out of your heart. There are no external factors." The old man emphasized, "I just want to kill one person."

"Yes." Zhao Si nodded, "He bullied Helena, and it's very dangerous. So I want to kill him."

It didn't appear that he had to protect anyone, but he took the initiative to swing the butcher knife and killed a villain.

"You have seen the executioner in Sunshade City, right?" said the old man.

Zhao Si nodded: "Yes. I have seen it."

"What kind of feeling does the executioner give you?" The old man wanted to guide Zhao Si.

Ailon Mel appeared in Zhao Si's mind, and he said based on his feeling: "Dark, cold, and a little withdrawn."

"Well. Killing the same kind is never an easy task." The old man explained to Zhao Si, "Executing the death penalty for a long time, coupled with the perception of him by the people around him, will have an impact on the executioner's psychology."

"People are very interesting. They are not static, but are always changing. One second, I feel that this person is very pitiful, and the next second may kill him. The change of thoughts is faster than many things." The old man chattered, Like an elder who imparts life experience.

"Killing is killing. No matter how great or glorious it is, it can't cover up the bloody fact. So I hope you can look directly at death, accept it, and be in awe, so that your heart can grow." The old man looked at Zhao Si, his eyes flickering .

Zhao Si pondered for a moment: "I understand. Not only do I have to face up to death, I also don't want my heart to be swallowed by death."

He won't be the executioner who finally went astray like Aron Meyer.

The old man nodded in satisfaction: "I'm not stupid enough yet. Keep this matter as your secret, keep it in your heart, and never tell anyone. If you can hide one thing, you can hide a hundred things. Naturally, you can hide it." Gas. Remember: swords are meant to be hidden in their sheaths."

Tonight, the curtain came to an end with the old man's final concluding speech.

Zhao Si placed Dolores in the room, while he sat on the balcony until daytime.

In the dead of night, he could still feel the excitement in his heart, the excitement that the killing intent had not subsided.

I heard that some soldiers would remember the appearance of the people he killed, Zhao Si tried hard to recall but couldn't remember anyone.

Lion hybrids, demihuman chiefs, dead birds, Servis, maybe that's all.

As for Xia Bolili, that guy is like a brown candy, he will come back after death, and he has no real feeling of killing him at all.

Go through the people who were killed in my mind, temper and combine with my own will, and savor the moment when the blade slashed across their bodies and sprayed blood.

Carrying the dead on their backs, stepping on the road of mountains of corpses and seas of blood, towards Shura.Not a metaphor at all.

In the morning, Helena woke up with a hangover and felt a little headache. After washing, she knocked on the door of Zhao Si's room and found Dolores lying on the bed.

"Who is she?" Helena asked.

Zhao Si made an excuse: "I found it last night, and I brought it back after being drugged and unconscious. She seems to be a colleague of the round table hall."

"Really?" Helena walked to the bed, "I'll touch it."

She stretched out her hand to caress Dolores' cheek, performed a prayer, and lifted the poison from Dolores' body.

Dolores woke up slowly, and asked weakly, "Where am I...?"

The first thing that caught my eye was Helena.

Dolores said hoarsely, "Finger Witch?"

"Yes, I am a witch." Helena nodded to admit her identity.

Dolores felt a bitter mouth and a burning pain in her throat: "Can I have a glass of water?"

Zhao Si immediately poured a glass of water for Dolores, and Helena took it and handed it to Dolores.

The water temperature was just right and delicious.Dolores half sat up and drank the water in one gulp.

After resting for a while, I recovered a little bit of energy: "My name is Dolores, did you save me?"

"Yes." Zhao Si said, "We are members of the round table hall."

Helena showed her finger prints.

Dolores let out a long breath: "It's probably not that you came here to save me, but I'm very grateful to you all. I'm also a member of the round table hall, but..."

She frowned in pain, recalling that bad experience.

"But I was drugged in the round table hall, and then I should have been taken captive here." Dolores covered her head, feeling that her memory was damaged.

"Do you know Gideon? He is my friend, and Servis." Dolores asked.

"Yes, Gideon is our boss." Zhao Si was a little strange, "You still know Servis?"

"Well, he is also my friend." Dolores' eyes were somewhat resentful.

Helena snorted coldly: "That Servis is a bastard, he tried to lie to me yesterday. You may have been deceived by him too!"

"I don't really remember." Dolores let out a long breath, "Forget it, let the past be the past."

They were talking in the house when they suddenly heard a loud voice from the town in front of the gate:

"Big news, big news, Servis from the School of Magic was found dead in the secret room."

"According to insiders, he has been using living people as puppets."

The people on the street are talking about it, and the strange thing is that there is another piece of news: Bidi, the servant in Kalia’s stronghold, caused a puppet riot last night, was suppressed by Kalia knights, and a puppet made of living people was found , the princess ordered to be beheaded today.

People gathered to discuss:

"That professor looks like a nice gentleman. I didn't expect it to be so scary."

"Yeah, I don't know how many people have suffered."

"I saw him chasing a little girl yesterday!"

"It's awful. Well, what do you say about that Biddy?"

"Maybe it has something to do with Servis."

"Isn't that the threat lurking around the princess?"

"Yes, yes, fortunately, it has been cleared away. This kind of villain should have his head chopped off and burned to ashes, so that he can't return to the tree and become a lonely ghost!"

The people on the side echoed one after another, showing righteous indignation, and praised the Kalia knights for catching the criminal who had been hiding for a long time.

Zhao Si leaned against the balcony railing, listening to today's big news and smiling slightly.It seems that the "ontology" can't afford to make waves.