Chapter: 2124
Colin looked down at it, a pure and clear light suddenly lit up in his eyes.
It was like the first ray of light illuminating the darkness in the long night.
The light became brighter and brighter, rushing upwards out of the mausoleum, attracting a brighter and more intense radiance from the bottom of the round tower of the City of Silver to rise up to meet it.
The two met in mid-air, then turned around and landed on Colin Iliad's huge body, causing the dark shadow to evaporate and become lighter and lighter as it twisted and wriggled until it disappeared completely.
"Demon Hunter" Colin looked back at Lovia, without saying anything, without showing any expression, as if nothing happened just now.
He quickly withdrew his gaze, and channeled the remaining radiance into the twin swords that pierced the former chief's body.
Lovia stood there with her eyes closed, without any panic or fear, but sighed slowly.
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"City of Generosity" Bayam, Alger Wilson walked around several times in a row, got rid of the imaginary stalkers and monitors, and finally came to the house of the "craftsman" and rang the doorbell.
When he first heard that the "artisan" was inexplicably ill and there were strange snoopers around him, Alger was the first to suspect that it was the Witch Sect. Unable to resist the temptation of beauty, there is absolutely no need for the witches to make things so complicated. Just hook their fingers and show their charm, so that the other party can explain everything and agree to everything.
Therefore, Alger thought that there was another reason for the matter, and it was necessary for him to come and take a look in person, lest the delivery of the magical item be delayed again, or the characteristics and materials be lost inexplicably.
In the sound of ding ding dong dong, the door of the house of the "craftsman" opened, and a middle-aged man with a lean body and slightly tanned skin took a look at Alger and said, "Why are you here?"
This is exactly the "craftsman" Sharf who has worked with Alger for several years, and the specific origin is unknown.
"Didn't you write that you were sick?" Argel asked casually.
Sharf yawned and said, "It's done."
Alger was stunned for a moment, looked left and right and said, "Where are those strange snoopers?"
The bags under Sharf's eyes were a little swollen, and his brown eyes showed a bit of fatigue and impatience: "Who knows? It didn't show up again anyway. Anyway, I'll be moving soon. It's not too safe here."
Alger breathed a sigh of relief: "It's fine if there's nothing to do."
He paused and said again: "Aren't you going to invite me in for a drink?"
"A guy like you who only pursues strength can't appreciate good wine at all." Sharf grabbed his flaxen hair and stepped aside to get out of the way.
Alger walked in calmly, and he took most of the scene into his eyes just by raising his eyes.
Sharf's mansion is not as messy and dirty as most bachelors. All kinds of things are placed neatly, and there is no dust on the window sill. After all, as a "craftsman", he is not short of money. Because many actions need to be kept secret, it is inconvenient to hire a large number of fixed servants, so they have to ask for help by the hour.
With a glance, Alger found that there was no significant difference from the last time he came here, the furnishings were extremely simple, there were no expensive ornaments, oil paintings and sculptures, just like a place where ordinary civilians lived.
Of course, Alger knew very well that Scharf was enough to be called a rich man, but he didn't care about the so-called decency. He could spend a few hundred pounds for a bottle of limited edition wine, and he could give away a house for keeping a mistress, but he would not buy expensive A penny is wasted on carpets, bone china tea sets, gold inlaid cups and saucers, and famous oil paintings.
"A glass of Sonia blood wine." Alger's expression did not change, but he used language and body movements to show that he came here just to drink.
Sharf shrugged his shoulders and said, "You should be thankful that I don't have the habit of saving Lie Langqi."
He walked to the small bar in the living room, took out a beautiful bottle of Sonia blood wine, and opened two glasses.
Alger, who found a sofa to sit down, took this opportunity and raised his hands to pinch the back of his neck, as if to relieve the discomfort of his cervical spine.
With the cover of this movement, he naturally glanced left and right, and quickly inspected the places he couldn't see just now.
Because Shalf was too lazy to arrange and didn't get any decorations, Alger quickly completed the attempt, and his gaze stayed on the glass window of the distant cabinet for a second. JrNovels.com
It was like the first ray of light illuminating the darkness in the long night.
The light became brighter and brighter, rushing upwards out of the mausoleum, attracting a brighter and more intense radiance from the bottom of the round tower of the City of Silver to rise up to meet it.
The two met in mid-air, then turned around and landed on Colin Iliad's huge body, causing the dark shadow to evaporate and become lighter and lighter as it twisted and wriggled until it disappeared completely.
"Demon Hunter" Colin looked back at Lovia, without saying anything, without showing any expression, as if nothing happened just now.
He quickly withdrew his gaze, and channeled the remaining radiance into the twin swords that pierced the former chief's body.
Lovia stood there with her eyes closed, without any panic or fear, but sighed slowly.
����
"City of Generosity" Bayam, Alger Wilson walked around several times in a row, got rid of the imaginary stalkers and monitors, and finally came to the house of the "craftsman" and rang the doorbell.
When he first heard that the "artisan" was inexplicably ill and there were strange snoopers around him, Alger was the first to suspect that it was the Witch Sect. Unable to resist the temptation of beauty, there is absolutely no need for the witches to make things so complicated. Just hook their fingers and show their charm, so that the other party can explain everything and agree to everything.
Therefore, Alger thought that there was another reason for the matter, and it was necessary for him to come and take a look in person, lest the delivery of the magical item be delayed again, or the characteristics and materials be lost inexplicably.
In the sound of ding ding dong dong, the door of the house of the "craftsman" opened, and a middle-aged man with a lean body and slightly tanned skin took a look at Alger and said, "Why are you here?"
This is exactly the "craftsman" Sharf who has worked with Alger for several years, and the specific origin is unknown.
"Didn't you write that you were sick?" Argel asked casually.
Sharf yawned and said, "It's done."
Alger was stunned for a moment, looked left and right and said, "Where are those strange snoopers?"
The bags under Sharf's eyes were a little swollen, and his brown eyes showed a bit of fatigue and impatience: "Who knows? It didn't show up again anyway. Anyway, I'll be moving soon. It's not too safe here."
Alger breathed a sigh of relief: "It's fine if there's nothing to do."
He paused and said again: "Aren't you going to invite me in for a drink?"
"A guy like you who only pursues strength can't appreciate good wine at all." Sharf grabbed his flaxen hair and stepped aside to get out of the way.
Alger walked in calmly, and he took most of the scene into his eyes just by raising his eyes.
Sharf's mansion is not as messy and dirty as most bachelors. All kinds of things are placed neatly, and there is no dust on the window sill. After all, as a "craftsman", he is not short of money. Because many actions need to be kept secret, it is inconvenient to hire a large number of fixed servants, so they have to ask for help by the hour.
With a glance, Alger found that there was no significant difference from the last time he came here, the furnishings were extremely simple, there were no expensive ornaments, oil paintings and sculptures, just like a place where ordinary civilians lived.
Of course, Alger knew very well that Scharf was enough to be called a rich man, but he didn't care about the so-called decency. He could spend a few hundred pounds for a bottle of limited edition wine, and he could give away a house for keeping a mistress, but he would not buy expensive A penny is wasted on carpets, bone china tea sets, gold inlaid cups and saucers, and famous oil paintings.
"A glass of Sonia blood wine." Alger's expression did not change, but he used language and body movements to show that he came here just to drink.
Sharf shrugged his shoulders and said, "You should be thankful that I don't have the habit of saving Lie Langqi."
He walked to the small bar in the living room, took out a beautiful bottle of Sonia blood wine, and opened two glasses.
Alger, who found a sofa to sit down, took this opportunity and raised his hands to pinch the back of his neck, as if to relieve the discomfort of his cervical spine.
With the cover of this movement, he naturally glanced left and right, and quickly inspected the places he couldn't see just now.
Because Shalf was too lazy to arrange and didn't get any decorations, Alger quickly completed the attempt, and his gaze stayed on the glass window of the distant cabinet for a second. JrNovels.com
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