Chapter 503 Medea's doubts

   Medea's eyebrows lightly raised, looking a little puzzled.

  Even on such a cold winter night, she still wears revealing clothes. Even the cold redness of the skin does not shrink.

  The corner of her mouth raised a very interesting arc, looking into the distance. As if that direction was the direction in which Elok disappeared.

  After that, she turned her head to look at Il, and said with a wicked smile:

   "I really didn't expect Miss Riel to meet Captain Jack in reality. It's interesting. He wouldn't want his children to be mixed. No wonder he refused my invitation. It's really incomprehensible. What do you think?"

   seems to be a joke, but secretly probes the relationship between Il and Elok.

  Before today, I really didn’t expect that there would be a deeper connection between the crazy captain Jack and the elf witch Riel.

  She originally thought that this was just a foreign aid from Captain Jack, and at best she was a little affectionate. But judging from the movements and looks between the two just now, the relationship is by no means as simple as friendship.

  Although she is not a group of "behavioralist" psychologists, her years of experience still taught her the basic ability to observe words and colors.

  The relationship between Jack and Riel is unusual. This is her conclusion.

He still has a lot of news in the information of the Ascetic, the crazy captain Jack, formerly known as Elok Fasma, his father Rich Fasma, and his younger sister Iver····The incidents are detailed one by one. Record it, but none of it is related to the elves.

  It is difficult to explain the current situation. Unless he did it before he became famous. That means that his background is far from simple as imagined.

  "Here you are, this time the spoils. I distribute them equally." Ilok and Elok deal with the same way, that is, no response, there is no flaw. Her expressionless words caught Medea's attention.

  Media stopped thinking, took a bag from Il’s hand, stared at Il and said:

   "Thank you, Miss Riel. I believe in the singularity."

  "This is a shape-shifting curse bag. It can be lifted at any time." Yiel briefly introduced.

"Um~~magic technique~. The fairy witch is indeed much more reliable~. I don’t know what you have to do with the lake elves?" Medea exclaimed, and then began to inquire about Il’s situation, hoping to get more information. .

   "The elves are originally a family." Yiel replied.

   "Okay. Dear Miss Riel~~ That's right. I actually pay more attention to the elf's view of heaven." Medea didn't have the slightest chance to see, and continued.

   "You want to ask me what I think about the pink heaven." Il replied mercilessly.

   "That's right. Indulgence always disgusts us." Medea admitted generously. Then he continued: "I remember that the elves and the pink heaven seemed to have a grudge."

   "It has always been this way." Il replied casually.

  He is not stupid enough to shake out some internal information of the elves.

  The struggle for theocratic power should be life and death.

  It seems that the well water does not interfere with the river water between heaven and the elves, but in fact the external struggle has already become fierce.

  "What's the point of Miss Riel~?" Medea asked lightly, leaning against a big tree.

  "First understand who wants the emperor to die." Yiel replied in a simple but crucial way.

  Such words made Medea refreshing, and instantly became interested, and asked:

   "What? Miss Riel doesn't think it is Heaven who wants to assassinate?"

   "We have to start from the purpose. This is not good for heaven." Il explained calmly.

   "Haha. Maybe it's just the benefits we can't see." Medea raised his own question. And continued: "But no matter what. What do they want? It's okay to destroy. Then you think from the purpose, who wants to assassinate?"

   "Is it Grand Duke Eaton?" Medea suddenly smiled ghostly, expressing his attitude straight to the point.

  "No one knows. Maybe it is the temple. Or the ascetic. It may also be a crazy dead seat. Suicide is not ruled out." Yiel replied calmly.

  Medea laughed loudly, even out of breath:

   "Hahaha~~~ You are much more cautious than the chief. But I like the madness of the chief. Don’t you think the chief’s personality is very admirable?"

  She stopped smiling and saw that Il had no desire to answer this question, and stared at Il and asked seriously:

   "But from the perspective of confrontation~. Will you participate?"

  Ill smiled on his face, and said meaningfully: "No one can stay out of the matter."

  As if reading what Il said, Medea also showed a smile on his face and said:

   "Okay. I'll talk about it then. I hope my opponent will fight a little bit this time. I even want to fight Jack a little bit."

  She trembled all over, as if she was reminiscing about a very pleasant time.

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  Walking into the forest, Roger recognized the exposed figure in the moonlight at a glance.

  That is definitely Medea.

  Look at those **** legs, there is nothing wrong with them except the thick spikes on the leather leg loops.

  You can see the high heels of your heels even if you step on the snow.

  The bright red is like dripping blood.

  When he looked at Medea, she also looked at herself.

  Roger twitched in his heart, and through Medea’s eyes that revealed flames, he seemed to have seen his tragic moment many years ago.

  "This is? Jack's second mate? The blue-haired seagull?" Medea's mouth raised a slight curve, looking at Roger's blue hair, and asked.

   "Miss Riel." Roger stepped forward, first stretched out his hand to stroke his chest, and greeted Il with a pale face. Looks a little cautious.

  After that, he half turned around, afraid to look directly at Medea, for fear that the metal spikes on her body would "sting" himself, and then said:

  "Ms. Medea, this is my first meeting. Just call me Roger."

  "Hehehe~~, the blue hair is really exotic~. I haven't been to Stormwind Empire yet." Medea seemed to be interested in Roger.

  However, he is more interested in the relationship between Roger, Riel, and Captain Jack.

   "The Stormwind Empire is beautiful. Especially the coastline." Roger replied with a smile.

   "Then you have to go and see if you have a chance." Medea replied. "It seems that Miss Rael and Mr. Roger have known each other a long time ago."

  Roger smiled, acquiescing to this relationship. Medea's crazy temptation made no secret of it, and Roger could see it clearly. He who has been in the Xiacheng district all the year round naturally knows how to respond.

  At this time, Il took out another bag and gave it to Roger, and said:

   "Your share. In addition, your captain asked me to tell you that from now on, you will follow Ms. Medea. Contact yourself."

  Roger took the bag, weighed it, and put it under the somewhat shabby dress. Hearing this, he glanced at Medea, nodded and replied:

   "Okay. The Ghost Ship is now docked at Pier 6. If there is any action or order, please go there to find me. Waiting for your drive. Ms. Medea."

   "Oh~~, you are so brave. I like you~." Medea looked very happy and smiled.

  Her brows and eyes have a hint of fiery heat, UU reading www. uukanshu.com didn't know whether it was greedy Roger's body or remembered the next action.

  And Roger is unwilling to stay here, one is the evil witch Iver, and the other is a painful abuser. Get together and get excited when you think about it.

After    finished speaking, he didn't say hello, and quickly turned around and left the scene.

   "Interesting family. The group of people with Jack is quite interesting. Does he like blue-haired seagulls?" Medea asked suspiciously, looking at Roger's back cautiously.

  "You should ask himself." Il replied blankly.

   Medea looked thoughtful, but Il did not interrupt her.

After being silent for a while, Medea simply said:

  "Thank you for your contribution, Miss Riel~. Looking forward to our cooperation again~. Goodbye~"

  She twisted her waist, not knowing what skill she used, turned into a burning flame in the winter, and disappeared in front of Il when she extinguished.

  A breeze blew, blowing the hem of Il's silver cloak. She wrapped her head around and walked towards the depths of the twilight forest.

  (End of this chapter)