Lord of the Silver Crow

Less than half a second after the female's corpse had passed that sentence in a weird way, Friesen flew out with a spear condensed from blood, smashing the corpse's head.

After waiting for half a minute, Friesen directly smashed the wall with a weapon condensed from blood and left the room.

After that, there was no accident, and the three of them returned to the gentlemen's club smoothly and back to their stronghold.

......

"You can choose to stay here tonight."

Friesen, who returned to the prayer room after receiving the treatment of Alena Xia, looked at Yago, whose clothes were covered with silver blood, and sighed:

"This Extraordinary is very dangerous, and I can't guarantee your safety. During this period, before dealing with this Extraordinary, I try to let them act in a group of two or more, and the same goes for you. "

There was a sense of exhaustion in his pale green pupils. It was obvious that the battle that needed to protect Yago and Alenacia took a lot of energy for him.

In an emotional tone, he leaned back on the back of the white chair, and said to Yago with his head sideways:

"You'd better choose a path as soon as possible. We don't have extra manpower to protect you. Even if there are extra manpower, we will give priority to protect Alinacia, do you understand?"

"understand."

The importance of the nanny is self-evident, and he would do the same if he changed it.

But the problem is... he can't do this!

He has already stepped into the path of a gambler, and if he takes other potions, he will go crazy like his cheap father and have a high probability of suicide.

How to do?

Glancing at the scarred right arm and left wrist that had been healed under Alinacia's treatment, Yago sighed and reached out to touch the pocket of the dress coat.

Pulling out the silver-gray purse, Yago took out a golden rose from it.

Looking at Jin Qiangwei, Yago turned to look at Friesen:

"Captain, can you redeem 20 silver siamese for me?"

Although in theory 1 golden rose is equal to 20 silver siamese, it is hard to say whether it can be redeemed.

Friesen, who was looking up at the high ceiling of the prayer room, heard the words, raised his head backwards, looked at Yago, then took a look at his wallet, and shrugged apologetically:

"Sorry, I only have paper money."

After speaking, he glanced around.

At this moment, the door of the prayer room was pushed open, and a shaggy middle-aged man and a young girl appeared in their vision.

His eyes lit up slightly, Friesen yelled the two of them, and then asked:

"Shandel! Fannyra! Do you have silver siamese on you!"

The clothes worn by Sander, a middle-aged man with a beard, are also quite plain, but unlike most pastors of the Rosary Church, which are dark red, his uniform is completely black.

In addition, a pale rose-shaped ornament was worn on the neck.

Yago looked at each other, somehow feeling cold.

And as he looked around, this Sandel turned his head quickly:

"Your inspiration is very good, but don't get involved with others casually."

The moment he made the sound, the cold feeling just now suddenly became stronger.

"Shandel, stop, he is a newcomer. Before joining, he was a newcomer who hadn't even heard of inspiration and spirituality."

Friesen immediately stopped talking, and emphasized how "new" Yago really is.

Hearing Friesen’s explanation, Sandel nodded suddenly:

"Haven't even heard of inspiration and spiritual tide? The old nobleman who is declining? It's really pitiful."

When he said the word "poor", Yago felt that the coldness that seemed to soak his whole body just disappeared suddenly.

"He is Sander the'Gravekeeper', Sander Mesgrind."

After Friesen approached Sander to Yago, he turned to introduce Yago to Sander:

"he is....."

"Diago Claurido Fast, I know, he is the only old nobleman of this color."

Sandel interrupted Friesen's explanation, staring at Yago, took out a pair of black-rimmed glasses from the pocket around his waist, and said to Yago:

"Young little baron, now, put this on."

The voice is tepid, and it doesn't bring any emotion.

"Oh....."

Suspicious, Yago took over the black-rimmed glasses.

However, as soon as he put on his glasses, he saw a strange sight.

In front of him, there was a phantom, gray mist, slightly silver.

And Sandel standing in front of him, the girl next to him, and Friesen sitting on his right side, there was no mist around them.

"Did you see the ‘fog’?" At this moment, Sander said.

"I saw it." Yago responded honestly.

"Then let you see us." Friesen smiled.

At the moment his voice sounded, Yago saw that a dark green, similarly vague, phantom-like mist emerged from Friesen's body, with a little blue in it.

"Mine is like this." Sandel's voice followed.

Then, a pale mist gushed out.

Unlike Friesen's, the pale mist seemed more compact and clearer, showing the outline.

But the specific outline is not clear.

"There is me! And me! Don't forget me!"

At this time, the girl next to Sandel bulged her cheeks, and then Yago saw a beautiful light red mist gushing out of her body.

The "fog" that gushes out of this girl is similar to Friesen, and looks a bit vague.

"Inspiration is the senses of the soul, the extension of the soul, which is equivalent to your body. Inspiration is quite delicate and sensitive. It can detect many things, but it is also very fragile at the same time."

Sandel spoke in a calm tone of words that seemed to be repeated many times:

"But if you reach out to someone else, they will also respond."

His "response" with a particularly aggravated tone also made Yago realize that this "response" was obviously not a peaceful means.

"Convergence of inspiration is very simple. It is to control with consciousness, just like holding your breath, closing your eyes, and covering your ears."

The moment Sandel made a sound, the pale mist poured into his body, as if it had never appeared before.

"As you can imagine, on your forehead..."

Sandel's right index finger and **** were attached to his forehead.

"...There is an eye, you need to close this eye."

The eyes on the forehead?

The third eye? Pineal gland?

Ago, slightly confused, imagined that there was an eye on his forehead according to Sander's method, and then tried to close that eye.

As soon as he realized this idea, the fog he saw through his black-rimmed glasses began to disappear.