Chapter 3 Mask, Mad God, Blood God 2

At this time, Torresta pushed the door and entered. At this moment, he had changed into a suitable dress, but looking at his appearance, he seemed a little uncomfortable.

"This suit has too much lace." He walked in with a wry smile and said, in fact, the pure white dress was tattooed with a golden pattern from the corner of his clothes, which looked really gorgeous from the side.

Esin scratched his head and said, "Really? I think so, but in terms of the cost of these runes, you'd better do it.

"Run?" Yu Chenqi said that he hurried to Torresta and observed it carefully.

"Yes, yes, it is indeed composed of countless small runes, but the magic infusion..." Yuchen looked back at Essien doubtfully for the answer.

"Chen, do you also have any research on runes?" Essin came over with a smile and pointed to the fancy on Torresta's clothes.

"There is some understanding."

Essin laughed and said proudly, "This is the latest micro rune system developed by our institute."

With that, he pointed to the pattern on Torresta's body and began to explain, "Look at these places, these small runes are actually just a small magic infusion and transportation device, infused with big magic, and they will start to operate along these veins. Specifically, it is confidential. My tutor will not Allow me to say it."

Blinking his eyes, Essien smiled and said, "It can be said that the whole dress is a large circular rune array. Not only is the defense ability comparable to armor, but it also has the effect of magic bonus.

"Most importantly, he is light enough." Yuchen stroked those patterns in surprise. If it hadn't been for Essin's explanation, the runes he touched were really just like some decorative patterns.

"This is really a great invention." Yuchen praised it.

Essien smiled proudly and said, "That's not true. Seriously, thanks to you, Chen, if it hadn't been for the so many crystal nuclei and materials we got in Mamra, these things would not have been made so quickly. This would have been half of your credit."

"Yuchen's credit?" As he heard it confused, Torista suffoed a sentence at this time.

"Don't you know yet?" Essien opened his mouth, and his eyes seemed to be looking at a monster.

"Some time ago, he repelled the Warcraft in the north, abused the world, and saved the people of Mamla, an important town in the north. Today, the person who wants to accept the imperial reward is Yuchen in front of you."

"Ah?" Torresta's mouth was so open that it could be put into a stone. He stammered and asked Yuchen, "You, you, are that person?" I thought it was a mysterious character. How could it be you?

Yuchen pointed to his nose and looked at Essien with a puzzled face. At this time, he was also very surprised, because he remembered that he had told Esinodas not to reveal his situation to others.

Essien shrugged his shoulders and said innocently, "You can't blame me. I didn't say a word."

"Brother Essien, you sell me."

"I don't have it!" Essien defended innocently and pitifully.

"Really." Yuchen scratched his hair. Although he knew that the news might be revealed, he never thought that Teres' reward was actually aimed at individuals. According to the original plan, Silver Dragon should be rewarded together with other mercenary regiments, so as to maximize the interests of the Democratic Empire, sell personal favors, and attract mercenaries, but It was unexpected that Tyreth would write down such a great credit to himself.

"The layout below will be a little troublesome." Thinking in his heart, Yuchen tried his best to make his expression more complicated, but he looked at Essien with extremely resentment.

"I really didn't say that!" Essien waved his hand again.

"Really not?"

"Oh!" Essien clapped his hands, and then mysteriously attached to Yuchen's ear and said, "I, I seem to have told Aidra, but I asked her not to tell anyone else."

"Sure enough." Yuchen laughed dryly, "If you tell a woman, do you still expect the secret to be kept? It's too naive."

Edra, Essine's wife, the daughter of Ferdinand, Grand Duke of Milan, this marriage is a means for Teres to seize the Duchy of Milan. However, for Essin, the woman who came with her because of her political marriage is like a goddess and listens to her. The two wives are also rare love, which is actually a different kind of political marriage.

Yuchen naturally can't refute Esin's understanding, and he can only blame himself for not thinking deeply.

However, at this time, he seemed to feel a burning gaze behind him. He quickly turned his head and stared at him and asked angrily, "What did you just say, Yuchen? I'm not quite clear."

"I didn't say anything." Yuchen replied solemnly.

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"Well, a friend of mine was not feeling well just now and accidentally broke the cup. There is nothing else to do... What? You mean the maid? Oh, the little girl just now, I asked him to buy some special medicine for my friend. What, didn't you see her? Why don't you send more people to follow her? You know, the emperor has not been peaceful recently.

The goatee Maxim leaned against the door frame and quarreled with a decent-looking man outside the door.

"So that's it. I'm sorry to disturb your rest. I'm sorry for this. If you need anything, you can contact the maid outside the door as soon as possible. We have the best service here, and everything is just for your comfort." The man said humbly, and his body naturally took a step back and obviously wanted to leave.

"Ah, I thought someone could finally chat with me. It's really boring. The little girl just now is the same." After yawning boredly, Maxim squeezed his sleepy eyes, turned around and walked into the door, thong and closed the door.

"Please have a good rest." The man outside bowed and turned to leave. As a lobby manager, he had just received a report from his subordinates that something seemed to have happened in the room, but he was much relieved to see that the guests looked fine.

"But lazy working hours are really not like Betty. Where the hell has the little girl gone?" While muttering, the man left and prepared to return to his job.

and in the room.

and Maxim, who came to the door, had no choice but to take a look at the mess in the house. At this time, everything in the house had been stained red by blood, and there was a pungent smell of blood everywhere.

And in that spacious bathroom, the low and obscene Raymond looked extremely ferocious and horrible at this time. He was stained with blood and there were cut openings everywhere, but now these openings are squirming like a mouth, as if sucking the blood flowing to his body.

He was surrounded by broken arms, a broken body, and only the still frightened head, telling the horror of all this.

He shrugged his shoulders helplessly, and Maxim said coldly, "Finish it quickly and pack up everything. There is another party tonight. Lord Esin told us not to be late."

Raymond didn't seem to hear it. His wide eyes were full of blood, his mouth was open, and he greedily sucked blood, which seemed to be quite enjoyable.

"Lemond, the god of blood!"

"I heard it!" Raymond shouted in a low voice, paying no longer paying attention to Maxim and enjoying the bath of blood.

"What an annoying guy."

Close the bathroom door, and it reminds me of Raymond's almost hysterical crazy roar again.

"This guy is more difficult to deal with than a water ghost." With a sip, Maxim looked at the mess in the room and raised his hand. The power seemed to fill the whole room, but the power seemed to be so soft, just filling, but there was no sign of breaking through.

"Drink!" With two hands together, the power quickly swept back to Maxim's body like a cage, and as the power left, the blood splashed all over the room and disappeared without a trace.

Dong, Maxim staggered and almost fell down. His hands hung weakly, and the blue veins seemed to break through his arm, which seemed quite strange.

"Damn bastard, hateful bastard! Damn it!! Unexpectedly, it forced me to this point, next time I meet you! Next time I meet you!!" Maxim seemed to be completely different, and the laziness on his face was gradually replaced by madness. He shouted like a madman, "I must smash you into ten thousand pieces!"

"What a pathetic guy, madman, Maxim."

Just as he was drinking hysterically, outside the window close to the balcony, a voice of discord with the atmosphere sounded coldly.

"Who!" With a leap, Maxim rushed directly out of the window to the looming figure.

A silver mask covered half of his face, a man, a somewhat shabby but surprisingly large war knife, a vaguely heroic figure, slightly lifting the knife in his hand.

He resisted the exaggerated sword on his shoulder, and the corners of his mouth under the mask raised, showing a smile.

"Is that how you greet your old friends?"