My Summons Are Weird Chapter 346

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On the way to the communication circle, Lu Yu finally found an opportunity to lean towards Sierra.

"Why are you pinching my doll!" He tried to lower his voice and asked through gritted teeth.

After being discovered, Sera acted very freely, with a stubborn neck, and said nonchalantly: "When you pinch Lu Lu's face, you don't do it well, it looks weird, so I thought about pinching individual hands first. Think about it carefully, In the territory, your face is messed up and it doesn't feel bad."

The moment the quilt was lifted, Lu Yu could see it very clearly.

"Don't try to lie to me, that face is very restored!"

"Yeah, I stayed because I restored it." Sera said with a smile, "I can't beat you, you're okay with beating the puppet, right?"

"Oh yes, the doll is stronger than you, and it can't be beaten badly, hehe."

Sera, who was grinning straight, smiled and said the words that made Lu Yu sweat.

It seems that every time I have close contact with Lu Lu, there will be a poor puppet who is suffering from anger...

Beside the huge communication circle built next to the castle, Mi Lai nodded to Lulu who was coming, and sent the owl magic messenger parked on the back of his hand.

"Just in case, I took the messenger out of the territory to listen. The people looking for you are two gold-level adventurers. They claimed to be entrusted by Sharem to send a squirrel to the territory."

"This group of people said that we did not go to the vicinity of Broken Gold City as agreed, because we did not dare to go deep into the mountains, so we could only take the squirrels to temporarily live in the city."

After hearing Mi Lai's words, Lu Lu was confused.

"Agreement? What agreement?"

The dazed Lulu triggered the messenger, and what he heard was the same as what Mi Lai said.

She picked up the statue, but did not find that Sharem had sent her a message.

Sera took the image to check and found no errors in the magic circle.

Lu Yu, who has always been cautious, has been thinking about whether there is any fraud. Now Chenxi Leader has no information channels in the region of the four major countries, and basic information must be obtained through Broken Gold City, which is inefficient.

Sensitive, he was even thinking about whether Sharem had suffered an accident. If so, was Royer also...

"Send the message to Sharem to confirm the authenticity first."

Since it took time for information transmission and response, Lu Yu sent someone to go to Broken Gold City quietly, and found the person who sent the magic messenger according to the address in the message.

One man, one woman, and one squirrel man. No abnormality was found in a day-long observation.

Just when Lu Yu was thinking about whether to try to make contact, there were magical fluctuations from Lu Lu's tentacle statue.

"Sorry, the first time I use it, it seems that the information was not sent. The incident happened suddenly. I hope you can help take care of the little mud for a while. After I find Royer..."

The voice stopped abruptly, and I don't know if Sharem triggered something by mistake, or something happened, and it must be cut off.

Although he still had doubts, Lu Yu still took the little mud back to Chenxi's territory.

When a basket of white bread appeared in front of Little Mud, she swallowed, but when her eyes met Lu Yu and the others, she immediately suppressed the naked desire.

Seeing that Little Mud remained silent, standing or sitting obediently like a puppet, Lu Yu handed over the bread.

"Eat."

After another long silence, Little Mud, who was surrounded by the crowd, said in a low voice, "It's too expensive..."

"No money, just eat whatever you want."

Xiao Muba's eyes were still full of fear, even if the bread was close to Chi Chi, even if the saliva had overflowed the corner of her mouth, she still lowered her head humbly, it seemed that every time she looked at Lu Yu was a torment.

At the critical moment, it must be Sigrid.

With experience as a slave, she went out to find a nun in black who had just cleaned the ranch and her clothes were dirty, and threw the white bread to her.

After bowing to everyone in the room, she smiled and put the fluffy and soft white bread into her mouth and chewed it intoxicated.

Little Mud swallowed her saliva, and when she raised her head again, she looked at Sigrid and tentatively asked tremblingly, "Sir... can you really eat..."

"absolutely okay."

The fog demon brought the water basin, intending to wash the dusty hands of the little muddy, the poor squirrel jumped up flattered as soon as he touched his hands, with bread in his mouth, she dared not let this delicious food She landed, but it made her unable to speak again, so she shook her head desperately.

"Your appearance is a little messy, and the fog demon can't stand it anymore... Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, I said you can eat it, and I want to ask you some questions when you're full."

The little mud, who finally relaxed, nodded desperately.

Lu Lu and Sera sighed on the side.

They couldn't see the difference in Xiaomu's behavior. She was exactly the same as those slaves who were oppressed and had their fear of superiors carved into their bones. Even if they were treated a little bit more equally, they would be uneasy.

The little mud is very edible. She devoured half of the bread in a bamboo basket. It is hard to imagine that this body, which is even smaller than Lu Lu, can pack so much food. If Lu Lu can have little mud and half of it can be eaten. , Lu Yu can jump up happily.

Maybe because she was idle and had nothing to do, Wu Yao carefully combed the little muddy hair that was sticking together in large chunks. When she was full, she had changed a person, at least it could be seen that she was a girl.

In Xiaomuba's narration, Lu Yu learned the details of the monarchy incident in Civita. When it was said that his parents died in the noble winter hunting, Xiaomuba paused and his voice became quieter, but very Quickly tried to squeeze out an ugly smile and continued to tell.

Lu Lu clenched her fists when she heard it. Almost instantly, she remembered her parents. If Solon's nobles at that time had been kinder, maybe the result would have been different.

Little Mud has never studied rhetoric, and his narration is full of the simplicity and directness of a documentary literature, so when she said with tears in her eyes that Royer broke into the Irish collar at night and ended his wife Martina with a knife, she was depressed. The people who were breathless seemed to see Royer's decisive, no retreat.

Sera was thoughtful, and Lu Yu and Lu Lu looked at each other and smiled after realizing that Roye had cut off their retreat—maybe they would soon join the Dawn Leader.

Little Mud was entrusted by Sharem to two gold-level adventurers who were fairly familiar, and then followed Royer's trail and left. Little Mud knew nothing about the whereabouts of the two.

The thirsty little mud just took the wooden cup handed over by the fog demon and took a sip of water.

After calculating according to the time of killing the king, Lu Yu frowned: "Forty days have passed, and now I am afraid that the entire Solon is looking for Royer. Where can he go?"

The fact that the Solon Empire did not announce the relevant information is enough to prove that he has not been caught yet. If a sixth-order warrior has almost escaped from the territory of Solon, it should not take so long to reach the Dawn Land.

Lu Lu rubbed Xiaomuba's head: "It's fine, since Shaleem entrusted you to us, then the morning light collar is your home. Mi Lai, arrange for a black-clothed nun who likes children to take her to get acquainted with the environment. , after asking her what she is good at, let her integrate into everyone as soon as possible."

Mi Lai nodded and said yes, and left with the timid little mud.

Lu Yu took out the statue, pondered for a moment, and sent a message.

"Roye, we're closing soon."

The sky was lead-grey, and the moist air accompanied by the salty sea breeze kept beating Royer's face. The roaring waves crashed on the reef and quickly turned into a series of white foam, and the sound of the tide poured into his ears like thunder. , as if to pull him out of his mixed emotions.

The pattering raindrops are the outposts of the torrential rain. The torrential rain that rushed like cavalry has been repeatedly brewing on the sky, and suddenly there was a thunderstorm, and the blue-purple electric arc jumped and flickered, opening a gap in the extremely gloomy sky. , but more black quickly poured in from all directions, swallowing up the fleeting electric light.

Raindrops flowed down Royer's hand holding the knife diagonally, the blade drew a straight and moist water line, and a series of water droplets dripped from the tip of the knife - most of the time, Royer's knife only bleeds.

Royer's eyes were fixed on the tall snow monster not far away.

The snow monster held the heavy knight spear in exactly the same posture. This heavy weapon, which was supposed to penetrate the enemy's line when the cavalry charged, had no weight in the hands of the snow monster. He held the end of the long spear tightly. Straight as pines and cypresses, under the mask he revealed two dark and indifferent eyeballs, his eyes were cold.

"Son of the Fedina family, you let me down."

The snow monster's thick male voice is full of anger and indisputable meaning.

With the thunder in the distance, he suddenly raised his voice, his voice hoarse with anger: "You already know everything, the truth shrouded in the fog of time writes the cruelest truth, the lie standing on the top of Mount Solon. Forged the maggots that thrived on the earth, they gnawed on the flesh of the lowly and stinks to multiply."

Royer was speechless, his hand holding the knife tightened a bit.

"Heroes' wishes are perverted, when consolation souls are defiled, and defilers put on masks of hypocrisy, treading upon countless splendid wreckages to the heights. They are the most disgusting ghouls, with that gleaming Feed on the light of God, feed on the brave and fearless soul, and feed on the beautiful prayers from the hearts of good people!"

"In the end, he became another giant owl after scavenging." The Yeti shouted, "Melias!"

The tip of the knife trembled, and the steady flow of rain poured to the ground.

"enough."

"Enough?" The Yeti laughed loudly. "Sharp facts always make the fanciful person look up and look directly at the distortion that exists naked on this earth. Child, you should call back that ethereal gaze. Too much compassion for those who suffer on this land has deprived you of your basic ability to assess the situation."

The snow monster turned the gun's head, and the thunder and lightning across the sky shone through the dazzling light, making the silver gun shine all over the body.

"If I can bring you here, stopping is not an option for you. Royer Fedina, I am stating, not asking for advice. In this day and age, no one is worth my consultation."

"A long life makes you so arrogant?"

Royer's eyes were like knives, and he carefully watched the silver armor woven by dragon scales of the snow monster, looking for an angle where he could use the knife.

"A long life does not give me wisdom that is different from ordinary people, all I have is more memory." The snow monster tapped his head with his fingers, "For a fool who is fascinated by fictional history, I am relatively Be more knowledgeable, because of what you call history... I'm on the scene."

"Divek covered up the truth, gained the throne, fabricated lies, suppressed Six Pillars... I have been witnessing it." The Yeti sneered, "Six Pillars have fallen, and the thief has held the country for five hundred years, and this kind of truth needs me to come. Tell... shouldn't I be arrogant?"

Royer trembled all over, anger, unwillingness, resentment, sadness, all kinds of feelings came to his heart, and his knife was already unstable.

When he saw the rubbing of the inscription left by the Yeti, he was disdainful and thought it was a clumsy creation.

However, after using the ancestral relics to compare the handwriting on the inscription, Royer collapsed after he saw the giant dragon bone that had the inscription embedded in the flesh and blood, and was engraved into the history by magic on the tailbone.

In this 500-year-old inscription, the six pillars make it clear that Solon should be a country where all races are equal.

And the ancestors of Divik modified history and turned Solon into a privileged place for humans and the six major races.

They used to sit together and imagine the new order after the war.

They were full of joy, and with a free and open heart, they wrote the inscription with the dragons who fought side by side.

The large blank space on the monument is enough for the leaders of various ethnic groups to write their names.

The prayer for the unestablished country is revealed in every word, and Royer seems to see the picture of the ancestor sitting by the bonfire and drinking happily~www.mtlnovel.com~ singing and singing...I already know that it is difficult for me to see the new country. When they rose, they refined all the good things that flowed in their bodies into these short lines of words.

In their imagination, it should be an ideal country where no one will be oppressed because of their racial identity, and all races live in harmony.

In this country, all races will be as united and embraced as they were in the face of the impregnated spirit.

The nameless dragon is the only survivor of this tragic war. The filth of the infestation makes him unable to think normally, and the torture of hallucinations and dreams makes him incarnate as a "crazy dragon".

The long, long time made him forget everything he had fought alongside the six in the past, and that good idea began to fray.

He was afraid of forgetting, and even more afraid of the wear of the inscription, so he melted everything into flesh and blood.

In the end, he forgot everything. Far from Meera, he only remembered that he once had a hometown. Although his body still remembered how to return, his mind was only left in chaos.

Perhaps it was because he missed his hometown, and the inscription that melted into the flesh and blood awakened a little memory with pain, and the nameless dragon returned to Meera, who had long since lost his place.

He died in agony, his body rotten, dragon skeletons towering, overgrown with weeds, and devastation overshadowed everything.

In the last moments of his life, he carved everything into his coccyx, nourishing it with surging magic.

Maybe he had long forgotten why he did this, but a wave of waves suddenly appeared in the depths of his memory, making him realize that some things should not be completely buried with his death.

It was the light that had been sown from the clouds and mist and shone on this land before the kingdom named Solon was born.

Even if it only existed in the ideas of a few people, it made him feel an unprecedented warmth.

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