"He is reincarnated Lu Si Serine Tramon." Lanfeier still said in a brisk voice, "Lu Si Serine is stronger than people." Shamao consciously rubbed a scar on his face. It was Lu Si Serine. He left a mark on his body. It was three thousand years ago. After the dark emperor was imprisoned again and the world was destroyed, so many things happened, but Shamao never forgot the origin of this scar.
"Well," said Grande, "are we here to discuss this?"
Leiweixin gave her an unhappy look. The two servants were still frozen. There was some difference between their posture and that just now. Shamao Hudi mumbled a few words in a low voice.
"If this Rand Arthur is really Lu Si Selene Tramon’s reincarnation," said Gulande, sitting on the back of a footman with four limbs, "I’m surprised you haven’t carried him to your bed, Lanfeier, or it’s not easy to do so? I vaguely remember how Lu Si Selin held your nose to cover your little temper and asked you to get him wine. "Gulande put the glass in his hand in the tray, which is now held motionless by the maid in a kneeling position." You are so obsessed with him that if he wants a carpet, you will automatically lie at his feet. "
Lanfeier’s dark eyes flashed for a while before he regained control of himself. "He may be reincarnated Lu Si Selin, but he is not from Lu Si Selin."
"How do you know?" Grande asked, smiling as if to tell a joke. "Maybe, as many people believe, everyone is reincarnated with the rotation of the time wheel, but as far as I know, there has never been such a thing before a person was reincarnated according to prophecy. Who can know who he is?"
Lanfeier gave her a contemptuous smile. "I have carefully observed him, and he is still very naive, just like a shepherd." The contemptuous expression turned serious at this moment. "But now he has Asmodin, although their alliance is not strong, and four apostles have died before Asmodin."
"Let him cut off those dead branches!" Shamao said roughly that he wove a wind force that could drag him across a chair, put one leg on the other leg and put one arm around the carved low chair back. He is very relaxed now. Shamao always likes to fool his enemies who have the opportunity to sneak up on him. "We living people will get more when the return day comes. Do you think he can win the doomsday war, Lanfeier? Even if he has Asmoden, there is no Baimeng League to help him this time. With or without Asmoden, the dark Lord will make him like a broken lamp and never shine again. "
Lanfeier threw Shamao a contemptuous look. "How many of us will live to see the Dark Lord finally be free? Four of them are finished. Will his next target be you, Shamao? You may hope that if you can beat him, you can get rid of that scar completely, but I can’t remember how many times you and he faced each other head-on. Have you ever beaten him? I don’t seem to remember that you won "She turned to Laurent again" or that you really didn’t want to hurt women for some reason, but you couldn’t get a choice like Asmotin. You taught him skills unless he decided to treat you as his pet, so your life would change, didn’t you? You don’t have to decide which toy will make you happier. You have to learn to make others happy. "
Gulande’s face twitched. Two women, Ravisin, were going to set up a barrier. Fighting would hurt him by accident. He was going to send himself away immediately when the fire appeared. He felt that Shamao was also cohesive and taking some different actions-Shamao called it fighting for tactical advantage. Ravisin leaned over and grabbed Shamao’s arm. Shamao dumped him angrily, but the time had passed. The two women no longer looked at each other but looked at them together. They wouldn’t know what had just happened, but Ravisin and Shamao obviously had something suspicious. The light was shining in their eyes.
"I want to hear what Lanfeier really wants to say." Lei Weixin didn’t look at Shamao, but he obviously said to Shamao, "She must be more than stupid to scare us." Shamao dumped his head, which may be a nod, but it may also be anger, but Lei Weixin’s goal has been achieved.
"Oh, to get to the point, although a little intimidation is not a bad thing," Lanfeier still has doubts in her black eyes, but her voice is as clear as still water in a pool. "Ishmael tried to control him but failed, and finally he tried to kill him and failed. Ishmael tried to fear him and fear did not exist for Rand Arthur."
"Most of Ishmael’s brain is crazy," Shamao muttered. "He has less than half of humanity left."
"Are we human?" Gulande raised an eyebrow bow. "It must be more than that! This is a person. "She reached out a finger and touched the cheek of a woman kneeling beside her." We should create a new word to call ourselves. "
"No matter what we are," said Lanfeier, "we can succeed where Ishmael failed." She leaned forward slightly as if to suppress her words to others in the room. Lanfeier rarely showed excitement. What’s wrong with her now?
"What are the four of us?" Lei Weixin asked Yu Lanfei’s current attitude, which can be discussed later.
"Why do you want others?" Lan Feier replied, "If we can get the reincarnated dragon to kneel before the dark Lord when it returns to the day, why should we share this honor and reward with others?" And maybe he can be invited … What do you say about Shamao? Cut off those dead branches. "
This is an understandable answer from Ravisin. Of course, Ravisin doesn’t believe in her. He doesn’t believe in people, but he knows ambition. Before Lu Si Selin sealed these apostles in the prison of the Dark Emperor, they had been planning their own position. Since the day they regained their freedom, this plan has been renewed. Ravisin needs to make sure that Lanfeier’s plan does not interfere with himself. "Go ahead!" He said to LanFeiEr
"First of all, there are others who are trying to control him, perhaps to kill him. I suspect that among those people, Mogudin and Desmond are always hiding in the shadows, and Desmond has always hated Lu Si Serene." Shamao’s mouth showed a smile or a twitch, but his hatred for Lu Si Serene was insignificant compared with Desmond, although he had better reasons to hate Lu Si Serene.
"How do you know that none of us are going to do this?" Gulandie asked cunningly.
Lanfeier smiled, his lips showed as many teeth as the woman opposite, and his teeth were as cold. "Because the three of you chose to build your own nest to protect your strength when others were desperate to attack each other, and of course there were other reasons. I told you before that I would closely monitor Rand Arthur."
Lanfeier’s evaluation of them is not wrong. Ravisin likes diplomatic strategies and conspiracies to replace public conflicts. Although it does not exclude the necessity of violence, Shamao always uses the army and means to solve problems. Unless he is sure that he can win, he will not get close to Lu Si Serin. Even if the real dragon has been reincarnated as a shepherd, Gulande likes to collect tools. Although many soldiers are addicted to toys, she is by no means afraid to enter. She will take a step at a time and will not go far, but she must ensure that this step is solid and reliable.
"You know I can keep an eye on him without being discovered," Lanfeier continued. "But you must never intervene or you will risk being discovered. We must pull him back …"
Gulande leaned forward with interest, and Shamao nodded slightly. Ravisin still didn’t say that Lanfeier’s method might be feasible, but if it didn’t … If it didn’t, he had come up with several strategies that could benefit him, and the final result might be very satisfactory.
Chapter 1 single spark can start a prairie fire
The time wheel rotates endlessly, and the years come and go like the wind, leaving memories for generations; When the time passes, the remaining memories become myths, and when the same era comes again, even the myths have long since vanished. A new era called the third era has not yet arrived, but the old era has long since passed away. A gust of wind blows in the doomsday mountains. This gust is not the end of the rotation of the time wheel, but it is also a …
It blew to the southwest, and the golden sun completely drained its water. This land has not tasted the rain for many weeks. The heat in the late summer is getting stronger and stronger. Some trees appear early, and yellow leaves are dried up. There are pieces of scorched rocks in the stream, and the grass in a wide plain has disappeared. The thin and withered shrubs are still clinging to the land. The wind blows up the dust and exposes the buried stones. These stones have been worn away by human eyes for a long time. This big city is now just a story that is gradually forgotten by people.
The wind has blown to Amdo’s border and swept over several scattered villages. Some dry furrows are full of sorrow. Busy farmers, when the wind throws dust on the long street of a village, it originated. The forest has already fallen far behind. There are clumps of sparse shrubs here. The name of the village is Keer Spring, where the spring water becomes smaller in summer. Several dogs lie on their backs and gasped in the sultry weather. Two boys without shirts are beating a pig bladder full of straw while running, except that they shout that the signboard of the inn door plate in the village is left when the wind blows. The saddle horse in front of the creaking and tied inn is lazily wagging its tail. Like other buildings in this street, this inn is also made of red bricks and thatched roofs, but it has two floors and is the tallest building in this orderly town. The carved signboard of the inn reads "Queen’s ruling"
Blinking in the falling dust, she still put her eyes on the crack in the shed wall and peeped out. She could see the guard’s shoulder at the door of the shed, but her attention was really on the inn in the middle and far distance. She hoped that the name of the inn would not represent any bad omen. Their judge, the landlord, had obviously arrived, but she had never seen him. There was no doubt that he was listening to the farmer’s complaint against Yammer Naim and his brother. Relatives, their wives, all of them seem eager to hang them immediately for the lords’ retinue. I wonder if the law here will punish the crime of burning down a barn and cows inside. Of course, this accident is intended, but after all, this defense may not be valid if a group of people break in without permission.
Logan has abandoned them in chaos and fled. He should be burned! I don’t know if I should be happy that he escaped now. It was Logan who knocked down Yammer when the farmers found them and let the oil lamp in the farmer’s hand fall into the haystack. If you want to find the arson culprit, it can be him, but Logan sometimes can’t help saying something he shouldn’t say. Maybe he’d better leave.