Twenty Sided Dice

Regis took Siegel out of town from the north, along the roadside fence, to a low wooden house. ?Look at a book? 1?k?a?n?s book h?u

The courtyard is slightly muddy, but this is for better planting of various grasses: for example, chrysanthemums, a few bushes of roses, low raspberries and hazelnuts. A cottage covered with morning glory vines sits in the courtyard. Although there are no blooms now, it still looks lovely and delicate.

The house is cooking, and a smoke rises from the simple wooden chimney. Siegel sniffed what seemed to be a cake scent, or some kind of pie. The owner here is obviously very particular about life, adding honey to the food has a unique flavor.

"Master Jie, wait a moment, I'll go see if it's convenient for my sister." Regis smiled, left Siegel outside the fence, and climbed in by himself. He walked straight to the door, and opened the door as if he were the master here.

There was an exclaimed female voice from the room, accompanied by the sound of a plate falling to the ground. After a while, Regis stuck his head out, "Sir, no problem, come in."

As soon as the boy entered the yard, Siegel set out to set up a simple magic circle. He threw two dwarf rune stones to the north and south corners of the house, and took out a crystal pillar and threw it on the roof. Time is short, and it is too late to arrange a complete defensive formation, but it can still be done to avoid detection by others.

When Regis called him, Siegel had just finished drawing a simple circle on the ground with his foot. He smiled and walked into the room, where a young girl in a coarse apron stood and bowed in salute. She has a chestnut head and a long ponytail tied behind her head. The exposed arms were thin and weak, and the pair of gloves used for heat insulation were exaggeratedly large, which looked very funny on her hands. This is just a young girl in her teens, too young to be a servant.

"I would like to serve you," the girl's voice was clear and sweet, and it was refreshing: "What is your order?"

"I'm hungry, bring the food first, and then get some wine." Siegel pulled over a chair and placed the two swords on his back. Set aside the table. "I'll pay for the food and lodging, you don't have to worry. ? A book w?ww? 1?k?a asks n book s?h?u"

The girl shivered a bit and glanced quickly at Regis, who glared at her. Siegel pretended not to see. Hit the girls to serve dinner. Regis was about to retire, but was stopped by Siegel.

"It's still early. I'll treat you to pie. It smells good, aren't you greedy?"

"Okay, this is my lucky day." Regis sat across from Siegel.

A plate of apple pie was served. Siegel could cover it with a slap, apparently the little girl had prepared food for herself. She also brought the spicy cheese and sour lees from the shelf, and poured Siegel a glass of rose-petaled cider.

"I still have some food here, so I'll prepare it."

Siegel grabbed her and made her sit down too. "Don't be busy, I'm not here to eat, drink and sleep," Siegel said. "I just have something to ask Regis."

The boy was stunned, but pretended to be calm and said, "Sir, what do you want to know?"

"What **** do you believe in?" Siegel held the hilt of his heavy sword and rubbed it back and forth. "I don't think it happens to be the **** of murder. Are you an assassin or a spy?"

Regis kept his eyes on the epee, the heavy weapon wrapped in a thick scabbard and impossible to draw quickly. He got up after hearing the words "God of Murder", trying to get out of here before Siegel's epee was unsheathed.

He miscalculated. Siegel fumbled for the hilt just to get his attention and to cover the other hand casting spells under the table.

A flash of blue light flashed, and Regis lost the ability to move his body. He sat down on the buttocks that had just left the stool with a thud.

The little girl screamed violently until Siegel tapped his fingers on the table and glared at her. ?One~www.readwn.com~ It stopped. The dwarven runestone outside the cabin silenced the screams from being heard by the neighbors.

"Stop yelling and sit quietly," Siegel said. "I've always been interested in the Church of the Murdering God. I don't know how an organization that relies on terror and killing works. Tell me, boy?"

Regis wanted to control his mouth, but it was of no use. He talked incessantly, and even said the most secret part of his heart.

"Bring terror to the enemy and unite yourself with order." Siegel nodded. "It makes sense. That's why you set up a solidarity group, right?"

Regis nodded. This time it wasn't a spell. But sincerely agree.

"Using the Solidarity to expand the scale of believers can turn the temple of the **** of murder from underground to the ground. The one who came up with this idea is a smart person." Siegel asked: "What are the servants of the **** of murder? place?"

"Living in Shaq Manor," Regis tried to hold his tongue with his hand, but couldn't move from the neck down, he continued: "The only way to enter Shaq Manor is to be the core of the Solidarity. Dorn in a moment. The adults will come here and invite you to join the Solidarity. You are so good, you will soon become the core."

Siegel frowned. Lord Dorn will come? He went out for a walk on a whim, and Regis had never left his sight except for entering the cabin earlier. How did this guy named Dorne know he was here?

"Tell me about this man called Dorne."

"He was my brother-in-law, and he took good care of my sister—the other sister—even though she was too ill to work. He was very depressed after my sister died, until after the murder. I have regained my faith in the temple of God, and I have the motivation to live. The unity is the idea of ​​my brother-in-law, and the entire Kaibu Town becomes a united whole, so that everyone can live a happy and good life. "

Siegel turned his eyes to the little girl and asked her, "Are you happy?"

The girl bit her lower lip and nodded reluctantly.

"Don't be afraid, I'll get me something to eat. It's too shabby when that Dorne arrives with just a pie and a few pieces of cheese." Siegel opened the space bag and pulled out a washed trout and half a ham. "I see you still have some mushrooms and vegetables here. Let's make them."

The little girl was eager to leave quickly, picking up what Siegel had given her, and running to the kitchen on the other side of the room. Siegel snapped his fingers, and a little bit of dust fell, leaving a brilliant trail in Regis' eyes. His eyes were blurred, and his pupils kept dilating and shrinking. The eyes kept chasing the movement of Siegel's fingertips.

One spell after another crept into Regis' mind, some taking effect immediately, while others lurking. Siegel thought for a while, then put his fist to his lips and said something. Then cast a spell to deliver the message to Yawn and Evan.

The plan has changed, and Siegel will not let the clue of Dorn go. A priest of the **** of murder, finally caught!

The girl was busy in the kitchen, and Regis was still staring at the ceiling. Siegel seized this rare opportunity to continue to cast spells. Information, plans, instructions. One by one spells flew out from the cabin, running towards the key points he had buried in advance. Just like the flag of Heimland, Siegel is a squid with nine tentacles. When he starts to center, he can truly show the full strength of Heimland.

Afterwards, Siegel received the defensive staff, which had changed into an epee, and Stardust into the key space, and took out two spare weapons from the space bag. Those things that are easy to reveal, such as obsidian daggers, wands, and various scrolls, are also hidden - he is now a magic swordsman who knows some magic. That's all.

The invisible servant was summoned, and quickly put away the rune stones and crystal pillars outside the house. Siegel took out the quadrilateral energy aggregate—it was a full circle larger than when it was first made—and tapped it with his wand. An elemental ripple spread around, eliminating the traces of spells cast around the entire wooden house.

Siegel gave Yao En the last message, and then clapped his palm to wake up Regis. Now the little boy is his person, and his mind, will and purpose in life have been rewritten. He is no longer fanatically obsessed with the shrine of the God of Murder, but is more than willing to lurch temporarily for Siegel's benefit.

The little girl brought out the fried fish with mashed potatoes to the table, carefully sprinkled with chopped herbs. "The sausage will take a while to cook, I only have one pot here."

"That's for you, don't bother." Siegel smiled at her: "I don't know what your name is."

"Leaves Herr Legge. You can call me Lily." The girl said, "You won't hurt Regis, will you?"

"No, Lily, he'll be fine." Siegel tidied up his clothes, he could already hear footsteps on the muddy road. He said, "Go out and do your work. You're not needed here for the time being."

Siegel had reason to believe—and he did—that the priest of the murder **** would wear black robes~www.readwn.com~ and face everything with a gloomy, grim expression. To hide their stature, they don't smell, they don't have an easily recognizable accent, and they're just plain looking. If they can, they will be in shade and darkness all day long. Like a mouse or a bat.

When Dorn knocked on the door and Lily led him in, Siegel knew he was completely wrong. He was dressed in white linen, with the holy symbol of the God of Murder's skull hanging majestically on his chest, and a bright silver ring on his hand. This is a man who always wears a confident smile, about forty years old. His eyes are soft and he likes light, and he looks no different from the priest of the Temple of Dawn. Dorn held out his hand to Siegel, thick calluses from labor—or weapons training—in his generous palm.

Siegel didn't shake his hand, just let him sit down coldly, and said in a playful tone: "I thought I could be alone with a beautiful little girl, but I didn't expect that the priest of the **** of murder would come to spoil the fun. Humph, Cabtown is such a boring town, there's no place to have fun."

"Lily is our brother and sister, everyone is equal here, so there is no cheap pleasure you want." Dorn's voice was low and magnetic, and it sounded very comfortable. "Do you want real joy and happiness?"

ps: There are stalks, there are stalks, everyone catches the stalks. (www..)