Chapter Qi Xihong

"I can't tell that this kid has some skills. The overall composition and coloring of this painting are good." Roger stood with his hands behind his back, pretending to be an expert. He pointed his hand and said, "But look, the painting of this place is obviously different from yours, which means that his level is just average."

At this moment, the fat man was placed in front of the fat man. It can be seen that Miro has devoted a lot of effort to the painting, which has portrayed the charm of the little fairy to the core. From this point of view, Miro is no worse than any master of painting.

Roger pointed to Froya's buttocks and long legs, but when the little fairy saw it, she actually smiled and said, "I have worn a lot recently. He is not as good as mine. It is normal for him to draw inaccurately. When he sees it, he will naturally draw perfectly."

The fat man knew that he was an amateur, so he must have said another joke just now, but Fuluya's reply was filled with each sentence. For a moment, Rogge was a little confused. Is Fuluya's intention of being angry with him or is it really interesting to Miro?

The fat man had seen Miro. That boy was indeed taller and handsome than him, and he did not have the innate nobleness, beauty and coldness of his body. In terms of strength, Miro's power can be described as unfathomable. Although he still doesn't know how strong he is, it is certain that he is stronger than Fat man. If he is crazy about such a person, he will not be indifferent to being a girl. Even if they are not moved, they will at least be secretly happy. Moreover, the little fairy, Fuluya, is as deep as the Arctic Ocean, and has never been able to guess Roger.

Rogbinsi was in this love struggle and he could use everything he could use. The biggest advantage was that he took the lead first and had already taken the little fairy into his pocket. Next, his power in the empire was very popular, and Miro, this unknown figure could be said to have nothing in the empire. Of course, with his strength, his status in the demon world where the strong are kings is absolutely impossible to be bad. This is why the fat man was worried and reluctant to take action.

As soon as Miro and his men appeared, Rogue immediately discovered their identity as a demon, and Miro had no intention of concealing it. Rogue was very surprised, why did the demons on the continent become active again after being silent for so long? What did they do during this period? However, at that time, he and Miro had not yet separated their enemies, and the fat man was unwilling to get involved in enemies like the demons.

But the fat man didn't expect that Miro would be so entangled with Froya from now on. He always wanted to teach Miro a lesson, but he endured it. After all, it was not advisable to set up a strong enemy at this time. Perhaps no one except the heavens would want to be enemies with the demons out of thin air.

If Miro offers a high price enough, will the fat man really exchange Froya? Such a question may only be correct when faced with it.

At this time, Robertsky asked for a meeting.

After entering the room, he handed over a newly printed wanted order to Roger, saying, "The villain has met the Secretary of the Security Bureau and conveyed your meaning truthfully. The Secretary of the Security Bureau said, please rest assured, this little thing will be handled completely according to your wishes. Now the wanted order has been printed and distributed. Just wait for your instructions, you can arrest this guy throughout Richelieu."

Roger received the wanted order and looked at it. The one printed on it was Miro's avatar, which looked lifelike. This guy who drew the portrait was also a master. It would be fine if Miro wanted, but the key was the various charges woven below. They were despicable, dirty, vulgar, and all kinds of things were complete, which was really unbearable.

Froya also leaned over and looked at her. After seeing her, she could no longer bear it and chuckled. The bright colors at that moment almost made Robertsky stunned. He immediately lowered his head and did not dare to take a look.

This little fairy is dressed in front of others and is very gentle and virtuous. Only the fat man can feel the deepest experience of her all the things that make people hate her.

"You can wait here for a while." Roger ordered Robsky, and turned to admire the Mirona painting.

A moment later, Androni walked in like a ghost and said, "The matter has been done."

Roger said: "Very good, Robertsky, you go to the Secretary of Police again and tell him that he can send the wanted order."

Robertsky took the order and left. The atmosphere in the room suddenly became strange. Androni and Froya both looked to the side. Neither looked at each other, but they refused to leave.

Roger saw the strangeness between the two girls, but the fat man just smiled faintly, and calculated his own conspiracy on his own, and pretended that he hadn't seen anything. Anyway, there was any entanglement between Androni and Froya, and in the end, he would only get the fat man cheaper.

"What are you doing?" Froya forced a smile and broke the silence.

Androni's tone was also a little unnatural, and she replied: "I'll kill the son of a city defense general, and then throw the body at the residence of your crazy suitor, Miro."

"Well, it turns out to be a scapegoat! But will this work?"

"I see that fat man's original intention is just to tell Miro that we can grasp his whereabouts and not be too arrogant." Androni said. Even in front of Rogue, her words were full of disrespect and would never give this fat man any face.

Froya frowned slightly. Unlike Androni, she was different from her. In addition to her talent in magic, this little fairy also had a political sense and was proficient in the ways of power and conspiracy.

She thought seriously at first and immediately threw Androni behind her.

"Fatty man, Miro is very strong and the power behind him is also very strong. At least now, we are still very likely to fight for him and become our helper. Do you do this, wouldn't you push a potential friend out of the door?" Froya asked.

"Of course not." Roger smiled and said, "I guess you all saw that Miro is a demon. The demon is a very strange race. Whenever he meets strangers, their habit is to go up and kick it hard first. If you don't slap the same fiercely, then they will not treat you as a friend. This is the demon race, a race that only respects strength and strong people. Of course, in other words, it is also a somewhat lowly race."

After Androni left, Roger also walked towards her meditation room.

He felt more and more the importance of his own strength. After all, there are many things that cannot be used to others. When his eyes fell in the kingdom of God, he immediately discovered the weak nature of secular rights. Of course, in some cases, secular rights are still indispensable, but what is really important is strength. Although there are many strong people around the fat man at this moment, these strong people cannot follow him for the rest of their lives. Once he relaxes, he may be assassinated by a strong enemy.

A powerful woman must have life to enjoy.

Of course, the fat man's ambitions are far from comparable to those so-called ambitions such as achieving thousand-year hegemony. He has defeated a God, and he is fighting with the same God, and his ultimate enemy is the Supreme God!

Although the Fatty's most role in everything related to God is to assist from the side and play a small role, this does not prevent the Fatty from firmly believing that one day he will become the protagonist of the stage. Although even the Fatty himself does not know when this day will come.

On the way, Robertsky hurried over again, stopped Roger and said, "Sir Roger, the wanted order has been completed. But..."

"Say!" Roger frowned. Robertsky was tactful and had real skills. He was good at everything, but he was timid and sometimes he was prone to over-worry, making him seem like a mother-in-law.

"Miss Serena is here again. She has been waiting for you for a few hours. The villain has told her that you are not in the mansion many times, but she insists on waiting for you to come back. Look..."

Roger frowned even deeper, and he slowly paced around the place for a few times, a little hesitant.

After fighting in the abyss gap that day, two Batto demons appeared in Strau's mansion for no reason, Roger had already vaguely foresaw Strau's political fate. Although after layers of remedial measures were taken afterwards, the rumors of the empire's prime minister colluding with the demons spread throughout every corner of the imperial capital. On that day, the boss led a large group of imperial guards to Strau's mansion and secretly transported away the two Batto demon's corpses.

However, Roger considered that behind Strau there were more than 100,000 elite soldiers of the Hutu clan and the huge connections and potential forces that Strau himself cultivated in the political arena over the years, and believed that things were not without a turnaround. Therefore, although the fat man had always been close to Strau on the surface, he secretly actively helped him remedy the political crisis.

However, although the emperor's voice was not strong in demanding the disposal of Straw, the emperor's attitude was very interesting. Just a few days ago, the boss's supervisor invited Rog to the imperial palace and invisibly warned him not to get too close to Straw, so as not to cause trouble. The great nobles of the imperial capital have always had a keen sense of politics. In the past few days, all officials related to Straw have drawn a clear relationship with him and cut off contacts to express their position.

Although Strau still occupies the rank of the ranks at this moment, the situation made Fat believe that this powerful imperial minister who had been with him for decades might have fallen to the death.

The fat man was a little strange in secret. He only released two Bato demons, causing chaos to the imperial capital. Such a reason was not enough to make the emperor give up important officials like Straw. After all, Straw's ability in internal affairs and military training is unmatched. As long as he is here, the combat effectiveness of the imperial army can be greatly improved out of thin air. Compared with this ability, the death of a few thousand people in the imperial capital is simply an insignificant matter.

In this way, Straw must have had other things hidden from Roger, and it was precisely these things that exceeded the emperor's patience limit that the emperor so obviously started to deal with Straw. The empire's prime minister is now out of the blue. If he does not resist, the emperor and other political enemies will at least give him a charge of losing all his authority and exile on the frontier. If he led the Hutu warriors to rebel, how many people would be willing to follow him, just in terms of this crime, it would be enough to implicate the entire clan.

Since the Emperor intends to take action, it doesn't matter what crime Straw committed now.

After talking to the boss in the palace, Roger immediately cut off all contact with Strau after returning. However, his decision made Serena suffer. The little girl would come every day, and then she would be told that Lord Roger was doing business outside and did not return home at all.

She always waits from sunrise to sunset, and then goes back lonely.

"Sir, please forgive me for saying that everything related to Strau is absolutely infectious now. What's more, his daughter?" Robertsky said in a low voice.

Rogge nodded expressionlessly. He naturally knew the interests of this, but he couldn't understand what happened to Strau angered the emperor, which attracted the anger of the emperor, who had always played the art of balance between the two factions.

Finally, Roger stopped and said to Robertsky: "Go and tell Serena that I've been there all the time, just don't want to see her. Let her not have to come again in the future."

"Sir, I'm really wise." After a flattery, Robertsky immediately stepped down. He knew that Roger was in a bad mood and this was not the time to take a big shot.

Roger stood in the courtyard, looking up at the rolling lead clouds in the sky, and thinking about the changing political arena of the imperial capital for the strange sniper, he suddenly felt tired in his heart, and he didn't know what he was fighting for power and profit every day for such a battle for such a battle.

At this time, the sound of wheels sounded faintly at the gate, gradually fading away. In the carriage, the young and straightforward girl must have been heartbroken and died.

She had long known that she could not get rid of the political torrent, so she just wanted to find a better destination for herself in this torrent. However, the final outcome was that she was still swept away by the ruthless flood. Thousands of years later, perhaps Straw might still occupy an inconspicuous corner in history books, and who would remember and care about her destiny for a weak girl like Serena?

The melodious bells at noon float happily, heading to every corner of the imperial capital, reminding people that the New Year's carnival has not yet passed.

The new year has begun. But what is inherited by such a new year is the prosperous years or the chaos of burning the city with blood?

Whether it is a prosperous era or a chaos, every New Year will have someone joy and someone is sad. For those who are sad, the chaos in the prosperous era is not important, because the things that make them sad are the whole world.

At dusk, Miro had settled in another courtyard. Although this courtyard was not as delicate as the previous one, it was quiet and elegant. An ancient tree in the courtyard was very domineering, which was quite domineering, which was quite in line with his wishes. However, Miro had no choice at all to evaluate whether the surrounding environment was in line with his wishes. In fact, he had no choice. Nodhardt only arranged five hiding places in the imperial capital. Except for this place, the others were all located in slums, so the environment there was even more impossible for Miro to tolerate.

Miro looked at the wanted order in his hand, and his face became more and more angry. He finally made a mistake with his hands and rubbed the wanted order into ashes.

"Rog! I'm going to kill you!" Miro said gritting his teeth.

"My Lord Miro, anger is not helpful to make a wise decision. Your decision just now is even more ridiculous." Nodhart said, before he finished speaking, his voice suddenly suffocated, and then he coughed violently.

"But a little bit of injury, why haven't you recovered yet?" Miro frowned.

"It's because the sword he used is so powerful. But I can hold on without any worries about it. In a while, these curses will disappear by themselves." Nodhart said.

This morning, the gate of Miro's residence was suddenly kicked open, and then a corpse was thrown into. Nodhart immediately chased out alone, while Miro stayed behind to stay. At the moment the door was broken, they all sensed that the invaders were of great strength, but it was not enough, so it was enough for Nodhart to go alone.

But when Nodhart chased into a humble alley, a thin sword shining with five-colored light suddenly appeared in front of him!

The battle between life and death is over in an instant.

Nodehart sent the other party a fighting spirit impact, and he was stabbed with two swords. The terrible killer did not want to fight and retreated quickly, while Nodehart dared to pursue him. However, although the two swords only cut a little hole, it was definitely not a good thing. The warrior's own strength to resist poison and curses was not weak, but the heavy curses attached to the killer's sword still made him very sad. Until he moved his hiding place, the warrior still failed to drive away all the negative effects.

Of course Miro has the ability to help him, but Nodhart knew that the two had a bad relationship. As long as he was not in danger of life, Miro would never help, and it would be useless to ask him.

As soon as they moved to a new hiding place, two wanted warrants were posted outside their residence. When Nodhart looked at it, he immediately tore one secretly and handed it over to Miro, which really made Miro half angry.

Although Miro had already destroyed the wanted order, the crimes that were woven into his heroic image and were still lingering in his heart, almost ruining his name of elegance and calmness for many years.

"Kill many wandering boys indecently! What's this? Rogge, wait for me!" Miro hated. He could hardly imagine what expression would Froya look like if she saw this wanted order. Even if she didn't believe it, she would definitely laugh, right?

"My Lord Miro, this is not the demon world. Others do not have to act according to your joys and anger preferences, so please calm down." Nodhart said helplessly.

Miro was frightened and finally calmed down and said lightly: "I understand. In fact, he wanted to demonstrate to me. He used the corpse to blame us, and told me that he could find our whereabouts. The wanted order was to show us his power here. Very good! I want to see how he plans to fight me."

It was just another matter that both of them thoughtfully ignored.

At this time, at the other end of Richelieu, a woman in black was standing in front of a wanted warrant, quietly watching the appearance of Miro on the wanted warrant and the various charges woven below. She was wrapped around her body in a dark black traveler robe, and even her face was hidden tightly.

However, just the little ripples under the black robe are enough to make people excited!

It was almost dark and there were few pedestrians on the street. The wanted order in front of the woman was posted on a large bulletin board, and a swordsman guarded the two sides. When the cold wind was gradually rising, she was the only one looking at the wanted order.

She quickly finished reading the wanted order, and was silent for a moment, and suddenly laughed. As her movements, the veil also floated gently. The little lower jaw that faintly fell under the veil was tenderness and whiteness, while the lines were faintly filled with a rebellious look that looked down on the world.

"You dare to laugh at the Imperial Announcement?" a swordsman shouted.

The woman's face was still hidden behind the veil. She seemed to smile, and a slender hand that was as white as snow and cold as ice suddenly stretched out from her sleeve.

The hand put his thumb on the middle finger and changed two gestures in an instant. The five jade fingers rolled up, and there were still shadows! Her hand suddenly set and then waved it outwards.

An incredibly gentle wind swept across the two swordsmen.

However, this gust of wind is like a knife!

The armor and flesh of the two swordsmen suddenly turned into extremely thin blood mist, blowing by the wind, flying backwards, leaving two bright red human figures on the wall behind them! Only two clean skeletons were still standing there.

The wind continued to blow, and the two skeletons flew backwards, adding clear bones to the bright red figures on the wall.

As the slender hand turned back, the wanted order flew away from the wall and fell into the slender hand, and with it it shrank into its wide sleeves.

The woman then turned around, and the crazy tempting back gradually disappeared into the cold wind that was approaching the night.
Chapter completed!