Chapter 195 Puppet Disaster (2)

In the catacombs of Kig Town, the Viscount Tranka was kneeling on one knee, reporting the information he had found in a low voice:

"My lord Ansardin, I have checked the several batches of information uploaded later, and confirmed that the only threatening target in Parland is the Knight of Wellington, and the rest... are nothing to worry about."

"A group of rangers scattered bravely, and dozens of pampered templar knights, I naturally don't pay attention to them." Ansardin tapped his finger on the parchment beside the table and said: "Black Will fix everything in the evening, but I have a question - why can't I track down that Roddy?"

"My lord, he seems to have rejected the title of baron and chose to walk alone..."

"absurd."

Ansardin snorted coldly. He had seen the greed of human beings before, and he didn't believe that anyone could refuse the temptation of wealth and wealth—but it didn't matter what the scout leader thought. He arrived in Palland with Black. The puppets will naturally deal with these "scrap".

Fearing that things might change, Tranka added: "My lord, that Knight of Wellington...is not weak, and can even be called one of the two strongest knights in Efta."

"Ah"

Ansardin smiled disdainfully, turned his head to look at the magic circle representing all the puppets, and said coldly: "What is the strongest... in front of the powerful puppets, they are all weak."

In front of him, there were thirteen nodes flashing in the magic circle of blue light, representing the thirteen puppets he dispatched this time.

These are not the skeleton soldiers that can be smashed with a stick in the impression of ordinary people. "Skeleton soldiers" belong to the "Dead Soul Summoning" system, and the power of the "Puppet System" is that the puppets summoned are not completely made of necromancers. The mage controls it, but has its own fighting consciousness based on the production materials, and the more precious the materials, the stronger the strength.

Over the years, Viscount Telanca had accumulated a lot of wealth for Ansardin, and at the same time obtained countless materials enough to summon powerful puppets, so those puppets who were about to launch an attack at this time were far more powerful than those of the same level.

Scanning the magic circle, the magic spar that maintains control in it is outputting energy stably. The "puppet system" does not have high spiritual requirements for necromancers. The only disadvantage is that it consumes a lot of energy. There is no shortage of money...

After letting Tranka back down, Ansardin was going to search for some formulas, because just now Tranka brought a piece of news: a lot of precious medicinal materials suddenly appeared in the trading market in Kig Town.

However, the owner of the medicinal materials does not seem to intend to sell directly, but wants to get the finished medicine directly after paying some manual fees, and even offers a price that the medicinal materials will be provided in half of the medicine, which makes Ansadin, who values ​​several of the medicinal materials, quite concerned.

Needless to say, Telanca has already set out to acquire it.

Flipping through the old books, a black crow with scarlet eyes croaked hoarsely outside the door of the catacomb. Ansardin turned his head, a strange smile appeared on that rotten face.

"Tsk tsk tsk, old Magda seems very pitiful."

After saying that, he stepped out, raised his hand to let the black crow fly onto his shoulder, and walked towards Magda's hiding place outside Kig Town...

In the evening, the town of Paarl.

After Black, the chief butler of Viscount Telanca, arrived here, the atmosphere in the town was much more lively than before. The commoners looked at the carriages parked outside the town, with envious expressions on their faces—although the new lord was always foolish, he was always kind-hearted. Seeing the temperature drop a few days ago, he even sent People distributed a lot of bread to those beggars, obviously this behavior made them have a lot of goodwill.

So seeing the lord's income, the commoners naturally wondered if the lord would do some welfare or something.

It's just that they were very surprised that none of the scouts who were training on the school field were gone at this time, and those who stood up to greet them were all pampered Templars like the old man in the past-these belonged to The sect's armed force was well-equipped and well-presented. When Steward Black saw it, he expressed admiration from the bottom of his heart and praised a lot of flattery like "bravery and martial arts", which made the group of knights want to raise their faces to the sky.

The group of knights had the same idea at this time: Those scouts were exhausted, and when it was time to show their faces, they didn't even have the qualifications to show their faces. It's so fucking sad.

The surrounding civilians also had similar comments on this - "Why don't those boys come out? Could it be stage fright?"

"It must be that the lord thinks they are not good-looking, and I am afraid that the butler will look down upon them."

"That's right. Those guys are like mud monkeys. It's really unreasonable to pull them out and stand here."

Such a statement made the Templars and guards feel ashamed. After all, they have not participated in battles, but they are just selected strong men. It is enough to pass the swordsmanship and riding skills. Who wants to fight desperately in the past?

But along the way, Soderol frowned slightly—he knew very well that the scouts would not stop training just because some big character came, even if the Duke of Angmar came, and he had the right to order them Yes, only Roddy who just came back...

Could it be some accident?

Suo Deluoer has a stable and cautious personality, and while chatting with Black, he can think of such details, which is impossible for others. However, he has not seen Rody's shadow at all along the way. Wellington was seen in front of the door as if nothing had happened.

"The dinner party has been arranged for people to prepare, butler Blake just needs to rest here for a while."

Soderol was born in a noble family, so he naturally understood the habit of flattering and flattering each other. Viscount Telanca's status is not low, so Suo Deluoer gave the other side enough face at this time - Black stroked the goatee, with a look of satisfaction, and threw out some flattery without money, so he took the two The guards walked into the baron's mansion.

Wellington stood aside silently. The characteristics of "Ghost Rider" made him appear to have no sense of existence, but his eyes flickered slightly when he looked at the two guards. When he turned around, he found that among the crowd not far away, Rody's The figure was walking silently.

"interesting."

Wellington is not young, so he has a better understanding of the affairs of the nobility. But from his point of view, he just felt that this Black didn't have much purpose, and that he just came here with sticks and sweet dates to frustrate Suo Deluoer's spirit.

After all, as the new lord, Suo Deluoer is too young, has no foundation and experience, and it is only normal for the "old nobleman" to make a fuss.

Thinking of this in his heart, Knight Wellington didn't take Blake seriously. After all, in terms of his status, there is no pressure to face Viscount Telanca directly. He turned his head, thinking about the consequences of these scouts' training methods, but he suddenly raised his head, and felt that there seemed to be some shadows flashing in the distance——

Looking carefully, I found a slender figure wearing a cloak standing on the roof of a tailor shop and looking around. The tailor downstairs was yelling at her, but the veiled woman didn't pay attention at all, just indifferent He took a quick look, turned around and jumped towards another wall. Although his movements were nimble, Wellington shook his head and left with a sigh——

"Where did this kid find a lunatic..."

Roddy, who was complained by the Ghost Knight, was not relaxed at this time. Although he was suspected of being nervous, he instinctively raised his vigilance after seeing the Black butler.

Roddy is very clear that the biggest difference between himself and others is that he can see the "system interface". The existence of the "Status Bar of Peripheral Characters" allowed him to avoid countless catastrophes, but now the bright red fonts of Black and the guards made Rody have to make various plans.

He wasn't sure that the other party was hostile, but there must be a monster if you use an abnormality. They have all put on the metal armor and hid in several warehouses in the town, even the horses are ready.

If there is an accident, then go directly to it, if there is no accident, it is right to be a drill.

After finishing all this, Rody also sent someone to inform Sodlore and Wellington, and even specially asked people to hide the weapons in the venue of today's dinner—but on the other hand, he let the Templars and Wellington The temple guards remained the same, and asked them to hold up their face and not show any flaws.

Luge and Carter accepted the order to lead the team with serious expressions, while Rody hurried to the room that Suodloor had arranged for him a long time ago—the "property" of Nolan Village had already moved here, saying To be honest, there are not many old things. The room was very simple and the furniture was new. There was a basket next to the table. Rody hurried over and confirmed that it was the egg he got in the "Death Swamp" - of course, it was no longer an egg but " Alligator".

This snapping turtle is not much different from the wild snapping turtle on TV in Roddy's impression. It is also very small, less than half the size of a palm. There are some edges and corners on the head. And that's all.

"Ranger" can have up to four pets, and usually only one can be carried outside for battle, and the rest can be kept in the "beast pen". The same is true for "Witcher". After thinking for a while, Rody directly selected the "domestication" skill from the skill bar, and directly began to "domesticate" the snapping turtle.

Although the opponent is small, it belongs to the "Warcraft" after all. Rody doesn't expect this little bastard to bring any advantages in combat, but he values ​​the skills it can increase for himself.

The snapping turtle was stunned, and coupled with the cold weather, it was as motionless as a stone at this time, and accepted Roddy's domestication without even the slightest resistance - the process was surprisingly smooth, a faint light flashed, but Roddy suddenly grunt...

A mysterious force crashed into his mind, making him feel as if someone had hit him with a stick. But then this feeling gradually disappeared, and then disappeared without a trace.

"Is this the end?"

Rody looked at the snapping turtle that was looking up at him, and a frame popped up in front of him—【Choose a pet name】

He was not interested in paying attention to this, and immediately looked at his [Status Bar]: "Soul Link" Duration: N and the [Skill Bar] in the lower left corner, a new tortoise shell icon lit up as expected...