Trees are planted on both sides of the road, and the tall canopies block the bright moonlight.

Although there are street lights, the faint white light cannot diligently disperse the darkness, and the visibility is very low. Except for the occasional vehicles passing by, there are almost no pedestrians. When stepping on the concrete ground, only the sound of footsteps can be heard.

He went out for a walk as usual, but when he was about to reach the city after walking a long distance, Rope stopped in front of an abandoned high-rise building.

"Doesn't it look like a gangster?"

Luo spoke in a relaxed tone.

As his voice fell, a few figures appeared in the dull shadow.

Breathing is very light, about seven or eight, and there are no things that cover the face. There are elderly people and young people who appear. They wear clothes that look like an organization. Except for the separation of men and women, they are decorated very well. Expensive.

-magician.

Rope confirmed the moment he saw them.

Those people didn't answer Rope's question, and after showing up, they leaned to both sides in unison, as if to make way for a distinguished person.

High heels with young women's voice.

"The ancient family of the Roman aristocracy "Koniles", its contemporary Patriarch Aruba is not as famous as his predecessors, and he is also regarded as the leading puppeteer of the clock tower. Even so, I still have questions about his words, but just in case, I brought my troops to this extremely eastern island country..."

In the moonlight, a young girl appeared in front of Rope.

The chestnut hair was tied into a concise single ponytail, with a flawless appearance, and the arrogant expression on her face was like a queen, immersed in her bones, adding an inexplicable noble temperament to her.

"It seems that the guy in Rome really exaggerated?"

Cornelius?

Rope caught a familiar word.

This is the surname he used to pretend in the Fourth War. It belongs to the classmate of Huang Ye Zonglian, and the name is full of joyous Cornelus Aruba.

So that's it... That monk has asked someone to help in advance...

"This lady, it's not a lady's style to say something that people don't understand after stopping others." Luo Pei smiled and spread his hands.

"I promised my family not to make trouble today. If you have something to do, please bring your name to visit me another day. Do I need to give you my business card?"

The girl didn't attack at the first time, thinking of the words of Mist, Rope decided to expose it gently.

If the other party is acquainted—

"Humph."

The girl let out a haughty nasal sound.

"It's my misconduct to not inform the name in the first place-Bartmero Lorelea. The owner of Bartmero, the captain of the clock tower Clone team."

Unfamiliar and familiar names, without a deep impression, Luo Pei spent time to remember, and then he was a little surprised.

This girl, no matter what, shouldn't be in this Guanbuzi City.

—Bathermelo Loreliya.

One of the high-end combat powers in the world, the clock tower lord, a handful of people possess the hard power to overturn the twenty-seven ancestors with a human body, and is known as the "highest peak of contemporary magicians."

Looking at the girl's appearance at the age of seventeen or eighteen, it should be the time when she just showed her head.

…Will such a future boss be called to Guanbuzi City by the weaker Aruba to help? ! He didn't believe it.

The difference between the surnames of Cornelius and Bathmelo on the mysterious side, just like the baron and the duke, both have the same title, but they are not qualified to be on the line with Bathmelo. According to the set-up he once watched, only Director Ken’s Archipoulud family interacted at the Bassemero’s house in the clock tower. Which onion is Cornelius?

Rope's doubts were quickly answered, and Lorelei's next sentence made him mess in the wind.

"Your name has been informed. Tell me now, who is your true identity and, as Cornelus Aruba said, you are a **** who awakens in this world in the body of a god?"

"..."

Chapter Twenty-Five: If you die, you will die

…A man and a **** who awakened in the body of a god?

Hearing Loreliya's description, Rope was a little embarrassed.

God killed a lot in the last world, from Southern Europe to Northern Europe, from South Asia to East Asia, and even a crab outside of the world, but this was the first time that he himself was regarded as a god.

What's going on... Are the brains of Huang Ye Zonglian and Aruba so big?

He remembered that the monk seemed to say something like "god" when he first met him and was educated, but Rope really didn't care about it at the time. The left ear went in and the right ear came out, and those words were on the road. I forgot all about it.

It is true that people come from the sky in a pot at home, and they can be regarded as gods by thunder.

Rope dropped his shoulders like strength, and said in a helpless voice.

"Miss Bathmelo, I suggest that you better go back and blow the head of the mentally handicapped who likes to wear red clothes. The "Human God" in your mouth has nothing to do with me. "

If he insisted on saying it, he could be regarded as a demon king of a foreign race, and it would be no good for a **** to put on his head with such a hungry name.

Especially in Lunar World.

"Um?"

When the single ponytail girl heard the words, a trace of doubt flashed in her eyes.

Then she took out an old and easy-to-carry notepad and said after turning a few pages.

"Short black hair, clear blue eyes, and a height of about 180 cm. An Asian face is more handsome—"

Turning his gaze back to Rope, Lorella's eyes were cold.

"The appearance is more than 90% similar. My Clone has been following you for two consecutive days. It was officially confirmed only 15 minutes before you went out. The goal was accurate. According to your words, it is Cornelus Aruba. Lying?"

...Two days?

It seems that starting from tomorrow, I have to re-perceive all the small magical powers around me, otherwise I really can’t hold the knife...

"That's what I mean."

Rope's impatience was written on his face.

"In view of your courtesy, Miss Bassemero, let's stop here. I will assume that nothing happened. The lord of the clock tower will believe in such unreliable things as humans and gods? You magicians are so idle. ?"

Traveling across the oceans, came to Japan for confirmation because of an unnecessary news. What kind of spirit is this? I'm absolutely full and nothing to do! Sitting honestly in the clock tower, you admire me, and I admire you. It’s so good for everyone to come together and find something unpleasant. As if the world is the back garden of one's own home, it is the responsibility to intervene in everything.

"Sorry, than strangers, I believe in the words of the heirs of the ancient Roman family that lasted two years ago."