"Why doesn't the toxin work on you?" asked Cassiopeia, trying to hide her embarrassment.

"Because I can also use wood-based magic fighting qi," Rorschach did use the wood-based fighting qi just now to recover quickly, and this hand was still learned from Rui Wen.

"What?" Cassiopeia stopped and looked at Rorschach with the eyes of a monster, she had never heard of a magic swordsman with three magical fighting spirits.

"Don't be so surprised, the wood system is the first I know, so I am more skilled, but the attack power is not very strong, so it is usually only used for recovery," Rorschach began to make it up, the difference between a magic swordsman and a magician is here, if it is a magic skill, the poisonous nova just now will not affect Rorschach at all, just blow it away.

Of course, if it's magic, Pine is a scum in front of Rorschach, and the magic of the Holy Light can directly kill him.

"You have been cultivating the Wood Fighting Qi for the longest time, why can you still be poisoned so deeply?" Cassiopaia was puzzled.

"Did you see the purple cross on the top of my head?" Rorschach pointed to his head.

"Understood, the damage is deepened, and the poison is tripled on you," Cassiopaia suddenly realized.

"So the high-level necromancer is very scary, the staff he uses has a certain blessing effect, and the realm is about to reach the level of a magician, if this guy is a magician, then I may really be overturned," ~ Rorschach was a little apprehensive.

"The evil mage is indeed strong, but he is a scum in front of me," Ka-Theopaia dismissively.

"That's not it, under the petrified gaze, even if it is a great magician, it is the result of being killed by you in an instant," Rorschach nodded in agreement.

"Don't pat yourself on the back, huh!" Cassiopeia glanced at Rorschach and swam off into the distance.

Rorschach pursed his lips and hooked his finger at the wurm who was lying on the side pretending to be dead, and the wurmish ran over and came to Rorschach with his tail wagging his tail.

"If you don't obey, I'll chop you into eight pieces," Rorschach crouched down and touched the wurmish's head.

This mutated wurm dog seems to really understand human speech, and makes a whining sound with its tail between its legs.

"Alright, come with me," Rorschach looked at his outfit and felt that there was a high probability that he would be stopped when he walked through the city gate, so he could only return to the Thran Mansion through the secret passage of the priestess's house and change his clothes.

Cassiopeia was nowhere to be seen, and this time Rorschach was sure that the woman was not following her, and that she was indeed on their estate.

Rorschach led the wurm to the farmstead where the exit of the secret passage was, keeping an eye on the sky and killing the bat as soon as he spotted it.

After walking for a while, I did find several, and I don't know if I would report to Vladimir's minions, just kill them all anyway.

It was midnight when I returned to the Thuran Mansion, and I had thought of talking to Caterina about meeting her mother, but the thought of maybe sleeping made me give up the idea.

The wurm was thrown outside in the garden by Rorschach, and let himself stay, and in the study he branded the guy with magic, and he didn't dare to run, he wouldn't run, and he wouldn't do anything strange.

After doing all this, Rorschach simply washed up and began to sleep, we are now mixed into the upper class, and the habits we should have must be developed slowly, otherwise it will look very dirty.

I got up very early in the morning and talked to Bolton about it, and asked the housekeeper to find a place to raise the wurms in the garden.

Although Bolton was very curious about how the bard went out on a trip to bring back the noble dog, as a professional housekeeper, the director didn't say that he naturally didn't ask, and led the wurm into the mansion and told Rorschach that there were also wurmers here, and there were special rooms and venues.

Rorschach thanked Burton, exercised briefly, and returned to his room to continue writing "Shang Ting".

This stage play is not only a thank you to Bethsenia, but also the basis for Rorschach's desire to pass on his thoughts in the Immortal Fortress, and he does not believe that the deeds of his ancestors cannot influence these barbarians.

Of course, the more important thing is that Rorschach has to wait for news from Soleana, he believes that Soleana is still making trade-offs, if he really feels that he is available, he will definitely share a lot of information with him, and then it will not be difficult to find out the location of Samira's parents.

After the Scarlet Elite Squad was treated as cannon fodder, all the strongholds and people related to the squad here in the Immortal Fortress disappeared, and Rorschach couldn't go to the old place to get information, which was a very fucked up thing.

Svein is still doing a great job, everything that Darkville has left behind is in his cleanup, and the Immortal Fortress has indeed changed, as if it is more gentle.

"The story you wrote is interesting," Cassiopeia stood in the doorway, not knowing when it came.

"If you like," Rorschach looked back at Cassiopeia and motioned for her to come in.

"Are these stories real?" Cassiopeia swam in, still sitting in the chair she liked to make, and naturally took the teacup on the table, poured herself a cup of tea, and took a sip.

"Stories are stories, how can they be real," Rorschach laughs, "A lot of things can be caused by some natural phenomena that lead to delusions, and then because of the boredom of the journey, I make up some interesting stories in my head." "

"Mom said, there's something ironic about every one of your stories. "

"What do you think?"

"I don't feel the same way as my mother, and some of the stories seem to persuade people to have certain good qualities. "

"Yes, everyone's opinion is different, and what you read is different," Rorschach said, looking at Cassiopeia, and said, "You can publish this story and publish it in the Immortal Fortress, I think you can make a lot of money." "

"Hmm, isn't it a bit shameless to put literature and money together?" Cassiopeia's face fell.

Rorschach put down his pen, turned to look at Cassiopeia, and said, "Have you heard of grasping the guidance of public opinion?"

Cassiopeia paused for a moment, seeing Rorschach so serious for the first time, thought about it carefully, and shook her head.

"If you can understand the meaning of the existence of the Noxus Journal, you will understand this sentence," Rorschach said with a frown, "Since I have decided to help you and your mother, I will do my best to find a way, and it is your business whether to carry it out or not." "

"Is this one of the ways you come up with it?"

"Yes!" Rorschach nodded, "You can tell your mother what I just said, I bet she will invite me to meet again!"

"I don't believe it!" Cassiopeia got up and walked out. []

"Why are you going?"

"I'm going to my mom right now. "

"It feels like a little girl who has been bullied and comes home to her mother to complain and ask for comfort. "

"You're going to die!"

"Why do you say this sentence at the end of every meeting, can you change it?"

"You...... Neurotic!"

PS: On the last day of the Year of the Rabbit, Ruiwen wore a rabbit costume to wish everyone a happy Spring Festival, and all wishes came true.

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