Standing on a dirt road, Roger quickly checked his surroundings. Among the people eaten by Mona Lisa, only Doug was with him, and the others were nowhere to be seen.

"Where is this?" the black man Doug asked in an angry voice.

Roger shook his head: "I don't know."

Nearby is a piece of barren grassland, with a dirt road running through it and submerging into the mountain ahead. The mountain is not high, but it blocks the view, making it impossible to see farther away.

Roger had studied abroad alone for many years and was very capable of taking care of himself. He looked up at the sun and a few trees on the roadside, and roughly figured out the direction. The mountain he was facing should be south.

He turned and looked to the north. Behind the grassland seemed to be farmland, with two bulging earth mounds in the middle. Behind the earth mounds was a flat land, with brown grass connected to the flat land, and a small river running through the grass...

Is this Mona Lisa’s torso?

Roger pinched his chin. Is this the world in Mona Lisa's painting? He looked at the sun again, the bright light was very dazzling, and then he grabbed a handful of dirt. It was all real.

I remember that in the novels I read, many people could enter a fictional world like a movie and grab treasures and beautiful women.

Is this a welfare? Do you have long legs? Could the weird method of long-legged Anna have something to do with this inexplicable world? If you could just grab a pair of long legs like her, wouldn't it be so exciting?

rise?

Then, the feeling of something in my heart became more obvious.

The inexplicable thing in the heart is a huge threat. If you don't want to be someone else's puppet, you must deal with it.

Who wants to be a puppet? You can’t play casually with your long legs.

By the way, long-legged Anna also said that we will meet at the Florence Cathedral in five days, and if we don’t meet the deadline, we will have our heads screwed.

Are there trains and cars? If this is the time of the Mona Lisa, and this is outside of Italy, who can you tell me?

We must also hurry up and hunt down demons to provide the source of light with the energy to transform the demon soul in order to preserve his handsome appearance.

With strong abilities, it is not difficult to return to China after being released from prison. Although his body is a bit weird, it is also true that he is good at rugby and knows many languages. The motherland has always given preferential treatment to special talents returning from overseas.

Maybe you will reach the pinnacle of your life from now on, live in a villa, drive a luxury car, and have long legs!

Roger quickly figured it out and had two goals. One was to hunt the devil, and the other was to eliminate the control of long-legged Anna.

"There's a carriage." Black Doug pointed toward the village.

A wooden carriage appeared in the distance and was heading this way.

Roger also saw it and said, "Let me ask about the situation first."

He's wary of Doug, the guy seems normal, who knows when to go for the ass?

The carriage was traveling very fast, and Roger stood on the roadside, waiting for the carriage to come.

Doug next to him suddenly twitched his nose: "I smell the best butt."

Roger smelled it, and there was only an earthy smell. Is there any specialization in the art?

Black Doug rubbed his hands and said, "There must be a beautiful woman in the car."

"Ask about the situation first," Roger said.

The carriage came from the northeast and quickly approached here. The driver seemed to have noticed Roger, and his eyes were full of vigilance.

Roger quickly waved and shouted, "Hey, please, we need help!"

The driver turned around and said something to the car, stopped the carriage, and looked at Roger approaching with vigilance.

"Hello." Roger tried to look like a good person, "Excuse me, where are you?"

The curtain of the carriage opened, and a middle-aged man came out. He looked at Roger and Doug's clothes and asked, "Your accent sounds like you are not local?"

The middle-aged man has a slightly bald forehead and is wearing medieval clothes. He looks rich or noble.

Roger knew that the clothes he was wearing were not in line with this era, and there might be problems with his grammatical expression, so he quickly answered with a smile: "We are travelers from the south, going to Florence."

But the middle-aged man warned: "Witches are rampant recently, so be careful."

"Witch?" Roger frowned subconsciously.

Just as I was about to refute the witch's unreliable statement, I suddenly remembered Long-Legged Anna's strange methods, and the world seemed to be no longer that world.

The middle-aged man was very serious: "My daughter came back from Milan to visit relatives and saw one. We are going to Florence to ask for help."

Roger showed off his good-guy attitude even more: "Can we follow behind?"

The curtain of the carriage was opened again, and a young woman leaned out half of her body.

This woman had a beautiful face and was dressed like a typical medieval aristocratic woman. She also held a white ferret in her arms. The ferret's nose was sniffing towards Roger.

"Father," the noble woman said crisply, "Let them follow."

The middle-aged man nodded: "Okay."

Roger smiled as honestly as possible: "Thank you."

"This is my daughter Cecilia, she is an enthusiastic person." The middle-aged man briefly introduced, "I am Baron Samuel from Hall Town."

Roger bent down slightly: "It's an honor to meet you." His head turned quickly: "My name is Roger, and I am a poet who likes to travel. This is my servant Doug, he doesn't like to talk."

Black Doug also smiled honestly.

After saying hello, the carriage drove along the dirt road toward the mountains to the southwest, with Roger following behind.

With the leading party, how to deal with Anna Long-Legs when we arrive in Florence? This baron is considered an indigenous force, can we take advantage of it?

In the car, Samuel lowered the curtain and lowered his voice and said: "Cecilia, you are too reckless."

Cecilia licked her lips lightly: "I can't help waiting for five hundred years."

"Be patient." Samuel shook his head. "Although Da Vinci can't kill us, except for a little innate magic power, our other abilities have been sealed. We are not much stronger than ordinary people. The magic power in the world is limited. Two

The world is blocked again and we cannot go out directly. Currently, changing the body of an outsider is the only way out. Perfect fusion must be achieved with one strike when the target is unsuspecting. Only with perfect fusion can we recover our strength to the maximum extent."

"The Skeleton Society will open the door to the human world for us." Cecilia suddenly laughed, "We go out and absorb all their flesh and blood and souls. This future is so beautiful."

Samuel was not as optimistic as she was, and said: "Don't forget Leonardo da Vinci, as long as he is still there, we can't get out even if we change our bodies."

Cecilia lowered her head and kissed the white ferret: "Can you restore at least 10% of your strength by changing your body? The seven of us will join forces to tear Da Vinci into pieces!"

Because there were two more walkers behind, the carriage slowed down, and it was not difficult for Roger and Doug to follow.

Black Doug seemed heartless and stared at the butt of the carriage.

Roger observed carefully as he walked. Whether it was the semi-old carriage or the dirt road under his feet, there was no trace of modern industry and the touch was completely real.

The carriage entered the mountainous area, and the number of trees on both sides of the road began to increase. The sun was also blocked by tall trees, and the light gradually dimmed. After walking for about two hours, when the sky turned dark, we came to a fork in the mountain road. The originally quiet road

It became lively instantly.

A simple fence was erected on the road leading to the southwest at the three-way intersection. Soldiers with swords on their hips checked the passers-by. Many people and vehicles were queuing up.

On the other side of the fence, there is a camping area composed of tents in the forest clearing. Because it is dark, many people choose to stay overnight.

Baron Samuel got out of the car and took a look at the situation, then came over and said to Roger: "Florence sent a large number of soldiers to check for witches and servants of the devil. You are foreigners and are very troublesome. In this way, you can temporarily act as my followers and I will take you there."

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He looked at the sky and said, "It's getting late. It's best to camp in the tent area. We'll go on the road tomorrow. It's too dangerous at night."

Roger quickly thanked him: "Thank you very much."

Privately, you are more vigilant. When strangers treat you too well, they may be warm-hearted, but many times it is not a good thing.

I came to the right place this time. There are demon servants, so there must be demons too?

Baron Samuel went back to the front to negotiate with the soldiers. The baron was very respectable and the carriage cut into the queue to pass. The soldiers just glanced at Roger and Doug.

The carriage stopped, and the baron's daughter Cecilia got out of the car to move around. Her figure seemed to be very soft, and she waddled when she walked. Even though she was wearing a thick long skirt, her hips were twisted in an exaggerated way.

Cecilia got out of the car and walked around twice, then quickly returned to the car. Before getting in, she suddenly turned her head and smiled at Roger and Doug.

"hiss……"

Roger heard the sound of Doug gasping for air, and the Black Lives Matter man almost drooled: "I swear from the experience of cutting off thirty butts, this woman has a perfect butt."

He took a deep breath: "The smell is so charming!"

Roger said coldly: "That's the smell of farts."

Black Doug kept the rest of his words in his mouth, and after a while he said: "I will keep an eye on her. If she dares to fart, I will cut her off!"

Roger entered a small tent rented by the Baron. With Black Lives Matter watching, he could relax a little.

If the father and daughter have problems, their first target will also be Black Lives Matter, which means they have more time to react.

Lying on the tattered blanket, Roger took a quick rest and planned to wait until dark to look around, especially the Baron and his daughter, whom he met by chance. Their enthusiasm was unsettling.

A noble should also have some power. If he uses it well, it might be able to help him.

Long-legged Anna has weird abilities and is difficult to deal with.

Therefore, he wanted to make sure that the Baron and his daughter were fine.

The night was dark, Roger pricked up his ears and listened, then quietly opened the curtain to observe for a while, then left the tent and walked toward the Baron's carriage.

Not far away, he saw another figure.

Doug relied on his natural advantage in the darkness to easily bypass the crowded place and arrived near Cecilia's residence. He hid next to a carriage and kept an eye on the carriage during the day.

The door curtain of the carriage suddenly opened, and Cecilia got out of the car wearing a white close-fitting dress and walked straight to the outskirts of the camp. Doug followed her quietly using the cover of her skin color.

Roger thought for a few seconds and decided to follow him. A woman sneaking out at night might reveal her true identity.

Maybe it can even give him some useful clues.
Chapter completed!