Chapter 141 Red Witch

If it is said that Taylors lists a list of "most trusted people" in the Star Court, Jodel, who has never been a true person, is almost the first in doubt - fleeing from Red Square Street to Manor In case of distress, and then to the assassination in front of the Fuxing Palace, the mask guards repeatedly rescued Taylors, and recently lost his life.

Not only that, the mask guard is the only person in the Star Court who knows his "disaster" status, but still keeps secrets for him, and Teres especially cherishes this.

But until now, when he heard the name of Jodel in the kingdom of the dragon, Taylors reacted. He knew very little about the mysterious secret guard of the royal family, regardless of appearance, age, origin, personality, experience. Said to be ignorant.

He had to admit shamefully that Jodel was more like a familiar stranger to him, and he paid a lot for him, but he never cared about the other's situation.

No, there is still - Tyres thought: Gilbert told him that Jodel and Exeter's "five wars" are very deep.

For example, in the back of the black sand collar "Fire Knight" Tu Leha a sword...

This is why he can't come to Exeter.

But the doubts on this mask guard are far more than these ones - Taylors remembered their last and most sincere long talk in the Judith Hall, and could not help but feel tight.

Yodel.

Do not.

Tyres shook his head and tried not to think about the possible dark side of the mask guard. After all, he saved himself many times.

And now...

A burst of laughter came from the other side of the hall, and it seemed that there were more than a dozen Northland nobility playing games.

Taylors turned his attention back to the kind old woman in front of her eyes.

This Exeter's old woman claims to be Jodel's...

"This lady, you, Jodel," Taylors looked at the old lady named Kashan, trying to find similarities in addition to "mystery" and hesitating: "Mother?"

"Please don't doubt, when I am at this age, I don't want to make a joke with my son." Kashan smiled and shook her head.

Thales nodded and turned his attention to Puttil.

How is this going?

Who is this old lady?

But Putilai still stared at the old woman with a vigilant face, and in the face of Tyre's contempt, he shook his head slightly.

"I haven't seen him for a long time, especially miss him," Kashan didn't seem to care about the eyes of Tells and Putile. Her eyes were filled with memory and love, and she spoke to herself: "The child is young." It’s less... temperament and scorn, and it’s really worrying to be alone.”

"In the days when he served the royal family, I must have brought you a lot of trouble."

Taylors a glimpse.

Less words.

The temper is stubborn.

Confused to express.

The mask guards the silent posture of the whispering words in front of his eyes.

Then there was the words that Jodel said when he was in the Judith Hall and confronted himself in the Hall of Stars.

[You will be better than him. 】

"Please don't worry," said the tales in the memory. "I believe he is very good now..."

There was another slap in the noisy hall – two guests actually played on the wine table.

Taylors reacted suddenly and he continued to talk unconsciously along Kassan’s words.

He quickly closed his mouth and watched Kashan in front of him with vigilance.

But the other party is still friendly and smiling: "I know that he is doing well, I am relieved."

"Please bear with his shortcomings. After all, as a mother, I still understand my children," Kashan first nodded with peace of mind, then sighed: "Little Yode, but with a rare kindness. ""

Thales smiled uglyly, and there was a scene in which Joel had a sword in the dark and took his life.

Kindhearted?

Doubt can not help but float to the heart: Yodel's mother? Why is it in Exeter?

This old woman...

Wait a minute.

Granny?

A memory passed through his mind like lightning.

"what!"

Taylor looked at Kashan, a screaming, screaming.

The old woman still smiles at the second prince of the stars, with an elegant posture and a look of embarrassment.

Taylors remembered.

He left Yongxing City and set off for Exeter, the king and the lords came to see him off.

And the last one who talked to himself, the terrible old man in black, with a cane...

[To Exeter, trouble for me, give an old woman a word. 】

[You will know when you see it. 】

"Don't you..." Thales widened his eyes.

Kashan still smiled kindly: "Well?"

"Amount, sorry...but there is a...the elders seem to have mentioned things related to you," said Tyres, ignoring his own grievances and shouting: "You know..."

"Elders?" The old woman Kashan smiled even more brilliantly: "I guess, is it a sinister old man who likes to nest in the dark and wears a black all day? I heard that he has started in recent years. Are you crutches?"

Tyres frowned. "Do you know Morat?"

His alertness momentarily mentioned the highest.

The guy who can make the head of the secret department special name... In addition to "dangerous", he really can't think of other adjectives.

Hearing the name of the black prophet, Putilit frowned at his prince.

"I can imagine your mood under the Highness," Kashan smiled. "I think it is not a happy thing to know him, is it?"

Taylors has the answer.

Maybe Morat is reminding and warning himself.

The second prince sighed: "He said, if I met an old woman who took the initiative in Exeter... Sorry, this is... the original words of Morat."

"It's ok."

"The old man looked polite and polite. In fact, he never understood what was polite." Kashan shook her head in disappointment, and the wrinkles on her face stretched out. "The negative heart is best at plucking people. I don't want to eat him." set."

Negative heart?

Taylors opened his mouth in surprise and immediately tried to close.

In this sentence... the amount of information contained in it is quite large.

He turned his head and said: "In fact, the Black Prophet... I mean Lord Morat Hansen, and I will bring you a sentence."

"I actually asked a prince to bring me words," Kashan raised an eyebrow. Under the eyelids, she showed a pair of equally smiling scorpions: "I really look forward to it, under the small hall."

Taylors only felt that the peaceful smile of the old woman in front of him gave him a lot of pressure.

Compared with the kind of aggressiveness and substantial oppression of the black prophet, the Kashan mother-in-law used a gentle and friendly attitude to explode frowning information. There is really a way for him to be embarrassed. The powerlessness of parry.

"He said..." Taylors smiled:

"Don't cross the border."

The voice fell.

Taylors suddenly found out that the old woman in front of her eyes showed a strange expression.

Don't cross the border.

Kasan closed her eyes and took a deep breath, sighing and bowing, and her expression was complicated and difficult to understand.

I saw her faintly whispered: "What about that?"

Still not waiting for the doubtful Taylors to react, Kashan took up the memory and re-emerged with a smile.

"You are in a difficult situation now, Your Highness, struggling to survive in the cracks between the stars and the dragon, and also in the whirlpool of the King and the Grand Duke," Kashan looked at Taylors with a soft look: "But believe me, Compared with Morat... these are not worth mentioning."

The next moment, in the expression of the unknown of Tyres and Putile, the old woman nodded gracefully, then turned and left: "Thank you for your time."

Tyres regained his gaze from the back of the old woman who had slowly left.

He couldn't help but notice that on the path that the old woman had traveled, no matter the size of the nobility, the servant guards, they politely bowed to her and gave way.

Tyres frowned.

He probably guessed the identity of the other party.

"My God," they whispered in front of them, "I just saw the Red Witch?"

Tyres turned his head and looked at his attendant.

"Sorry, I thought they were all," Wyatt was surprised: "...you know, it won't be easy to appear in front of people."

"They?" Taylors exhaled, reluctantly grabbing a piece of buttered bread: "So, I guess that's right?"

"The Kashan mother, she is..."

“Yes,” Putilie’s face was dignified and answered with his poetry that he was good at:

"The stars shine, and the gloom is dark."

"The dragon is volley, and the shadow of the dragon wing is endless."

Tyres and Wyatt looked at the deputy of the traveller.

"The lady is a terrible person with the same name as the "Black Prophet" of the Kingdom's Secret Division." Putila's eyes were full of sternness, only to hear him whisper: "The highest person in charge of Exeter's Darkroom."

"‘Red Witch’ Kashan.”

Tyres, who had a big head, turned his eyes.

"You can stand in the court of Exeter in the body of the woman, and let people call her the legend of the evil witch - vigilant, His Royal Highness, she is not so simple to see the excitement."

"You may not believe it when you say it, but after seeing the lady," Taylors bite the bread into his mouth in dismay, watching the two northerners who were in the air and were fiercely beaten. Smelly and authentic: "I miss Morat very much now."

"In addition, who is Jodel?" Puttier looked at Taylors puzzledly: "Serve the royal family?"

"This... um, royal secret." Taylor picked up an iron fork and inserted it into the onion in front of him.

The secret guard of the King of the Stars is actually the son of Exeter’s intelligence leader... Hey, it’s a bottomless gossip.

In this special banquet for the arrival of the prince of the stars and the five grand princes, the prince of stars as a nominal welcoming person is undoubtedly quite cold, but fortunately there is no trouble happening, some Seeing the hustle and bustle of the Northern Territory, the nobles came up to say hello to him, and Taylors could also gracefully return to the gift of Putila.

As for those who have drunk more of the provocations, there is no such thing... but Lord Myrk can always transfer the manpower and take away the waves of drunks.

Taylors was able to enjoy his feast - even though the seven or eight-year-old children couldn't eat much.

"How long has it been?" It was a few hours later, watching the busy Tales in the hall, bored and asked Wye next to him: "I feel like I am going to become a Northlander."

Just now, a few drunken vengeful aristocrats triggered a group of three battlefields, which made the halls that continued to be noisy even more exciting, until the White Blade Guard and the court guards stepped forward to stop - with their fists.

"It’s been a long time, it’s only 11 o'clock in the evening.” Wyah locked her brow and looked incredulously in the distance. A swollen, swollen guest was sitting back on the table and continued to fill a glass of wine and then put the glass. Go to the face of another person.

The prince’s attendant shook his head and said: “I have heard from the friends of the Northland people that the feast of Exeter often lasts until dawn – especially this is the feast of the king, which represents the face of the city of Longyan, and The five grand princes gathered together."

Tyres shook his head intently.

The order that was originally casual in the field began to disintegrate, and even the drunkards that appeared in the east and the west were swaying. Some nobles took the maid out of the hall, and then strange sounds came from outside the hall.

Even around the five grand princes, those ministers and followers began to leave the original seat and participate in the banquet of the wine cellar.

When King Nunn and Nilailai had already left for a long time, only Melk was still calmly monitoring the banquet.

And Putier...Thales squinted and looked at the man in the field who was hooking his shoulders with countless Northlanders, laughing and laughing, and dare to make wine.

How did this guy fit in so well?

Tyres pressed his face on the table and exhaled in pain: "Please tell me that the domestic banquet in Stars is not so crazy."

"It shouldn't be." Wyatt smiled slyly.

"of course not!"

Taylors looked up and saw Putility holding a barrel of rye wine specially served in the Palace of the Spirit, shaking his eyes with his eyes closed, and shouted in his mouth: "The banquet of the stars is more civilized, more decent, and madness covers up. Underneath, such as the secluded room specially prepared by the banquet host, such as the grass in the garden, such as the quiet and unmanned basement."

"As far as I know, your father, our Kaiser, is a good player when I was young."

Taylors gave him a look.

But Putilit opened his eyes and his expression changed slightly.

The deputy of the Stars said: "I received the signal from Sly."

The spirit of Tyres is on the rise.

"The king has already left the seat, and the people around the five great men are also squatting," Putila said seriously:

"I think it's time to talk to them."

When the banquet went to twelve o'clock in the evening, Weilan led the Grand Duke, Rebion Orsiu, walked out of the hall with the accompanying two followers, standing by a deserted window outside the banquet hall, looking out the window. The moon.

It seems to be waiting for someone.

Until the back of the two big footsteps.

Ole Xiugong turned over.

He frowned immediately.

"Is the person I came out to meet you?"

Dagong pinched the note that had just been passed to his hand, and looked incredibly at the person in front of him - the prince of stars, the stellar comet.

Accompanied by Wyatt, Tells looked at the big man's beard and showed a big smile: "Yes."

Oller looked at the tales in front of him and looked at the notes on his hands. The expression on his face gradually changed.

Tyres took a deep breath.

coming.

I have to start.

He heard that he slowly said: "Grand Duke..."

At this time, Oleux Dagong suddenly snorted and interrupted him.

When I talked about half of Tellston, I saw it.

"bored."

Oller gave him a disdain and shook his head.

Then turned and left.

Tyres widened his eyes.

Am I so arrogant?

"I tried my best to find this opportunity to meet privately, Grand Duke." Tyres followed the step and frowned behind him: "At least listen to what I will say!"

"There is nothing to say to the seven-year-old child." Orlechem did not intend to look back.

Tyres bit his teeth.

no solution anymore.

The next moment, the second prince of the stars, screamed at the back of Weilan’s big lord:

"Rebie Orsiu!"

"You know who is going to be the next King of Exeter!"

The footsteps of Oleto Dagong were born.

He slowly turned back and looked at Taylors with a strange expression.

In the strange eyes of Aurelius, Tells gasped with excitement:

"Lumba..."

Oller's face changed slightly.

Tyres calmed his breath a little, looked up, and looked at the beard with a firm look:

"Black sand collar Dagong, Chaman Rumba!"

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