Age of Heroes, ten consecutive guarantees

From the moment the psychic warlock and Bai Yu met their eyes, the two sides had actually made a move.

The psychic warlock attempted a psychic collision, which was a competition between the mental powers of both parties.

He is a squishy mage, so he just went head-to-head with him.

The collision of minds leaves no room for cheating.

This is a one-on-one battle.

The competition is between the mental strength and the tenacity of the souls of both parties.

So, of course...

When the psychic used this spell, he had already begun to embark on a path of no return.

The two sides' eyes met, spells were released, and spirits exploded...

Then quietly annihilated.

Like a drop of water evaporating in the fire, it disappeared without a trace.

Bai Yu's eyes contained the scorching sun. After entering the fourth level, his soul strength had increased to a level that he could not predict.

Anyone who tries to engage in a one-on-one spiritual man-on-man fight with him will end up in the same situation.

Bai Yu easily defeated the psychic with just one look.

He supported Frederica who lost her support and fell down, and said: "Both the housekeeper and the cook had problems. They were buried by me. The maid hasn't come back yet, but they must not be the same group... Your father was under a spell. I gave him blessed holy water and thought he would wake up soon."

Fleur weakly leaned on Bai Yu's shoulder. She raised her eyes and showed a labored but bright smile: "I knew...it was my luck to meet Mr. Bai."

"You shouldn't provoke him." Bai Yu said, "Even if it is to force him to reveal his true form."

"I know, but I can't bear it." Frederica gritted her teeth and said with grudge: "He not only insulted me, but also insulted my good friends, so he deserves death."

She said, looking at the warlock's body: "Is he dead?"

"The soul is annihilated, but the body is still alive." Bai Yu said: "If the other party's organization has a way to judge whether he is dead, perhaps being a living dead can confuse the other party. No matter what... Rome City, you'd better not continue to stay. It’s burning.”

"I know that when my father wakes up, I will send him to the church." Frederica has already thought about the next step: "He has citizenship and can get asylum. As for the family business, as long as he is still alive Now, I can get it back sooner or later."

Without waiting for Bai Yu to ask questions, she continued: "I plan to go find Angelica and Paige... They may know where Alisee is, and Mr. Bai should come with her."

Facing the girl's expectant gaze, he nodded: "Yes."

Bai Yu didn't mind being her temporary bodyguard. At the moment, both parties had the same goal, which was to find Elysee.

He raised his head and looked at the broken ceiling: "I'm sorry for tearing down the roof of your house."

"It doesn't matter...it will all be burned after all." Frederica said softly: "It has to be burned cleanly to avoid subsequent troubles."

"Will you come back again?" Bai Yu asked in shock.

"I will come back." Frederica said decisively: "At that time, at least I must have the ability to protect myself."

"..."

"Mr. Bai, do you think I'm too cruel?" Fleur asked keenly.

"I just think you are very decisive."

"Of course I can't bear to part with it. This is my home that I have lived in for several years, but..." Fleur lowered her head and put her head on his shoulder: "If I don't do this, what else can I do? I have been here for the past three months. Thing, I really..."

His voice was slightly choked, showing his vulnerability at this time: "I really don't want to go through this again."

Her weakness is not a disguise. The perseverance and determination she just showed are the attitude she shows towards her enemies.

Just like a hedgehog opening its spines to the enemy, only a trustworthy person can let it expose its soft belly.

At this time, Bai Yu couldn't push away this lady from five hundred years ago.

Just like a gentleman, he lends his shoulders to the lady who needs support to show his grace.

The sky was gloomy, but it wasn't raining.

A gust of wind blew through the clouds, and occasionally one or two bright beams of sunlight fell.

Frederica adjusted her mood, but she still had no intention of staying away for a moment.

"It's great that Mr. Bai understands what I'm saying," she said.

"Didn't you also understand the letter I left?" Bai Yu smiled: "I specifically used Daxia dialect."

"I have learned it." Frederica lifted up a piece of her hair and said casually: "Elysee learned it first, and then everyone else in the dormitory learned some... After all, we made an appointment to have a date in the future. If you have the opportunity, you must travel around the world.”

Should I learn Daxia dialect, or should I miss the people when I see the words?

Bai Yu was smart enough not to continue, and continued: "If you can understand acrostic poems, your level is considered sufficient."

"How did Mr. Bai see through my hint?" Fleur asked with a chuckle.

In fact, the hint she gave was very unclear.

Because she was being monitored by the warlock at all times, she did not dare to leave any substantive hints. Whether she whispered close to a whisper or left a note, it would be discovered.

From the Psion's point of view, she just wanted to release the pressure and have a one-night stand, and she didn't reveal any flaws at all.

Under such circumstances, how did she deliver the distress message?

Very simple.

"It's cold sweat..." Bai Yu said, "When I touched your back, there was cold sweat all over your back."

"Mr. Bai, didn't you think that I was too nervous?"

"If you are too nervous, your mood should be relieved a little after you confess." Bai Yu shook his head: "But it is not true, so I conclude that your confession should be false, and there must be something hidden."

Frederica said, "It's true."

"?"

"It's nothing." She turned away, moved away from her shoulders, and immediately stood up and said, "I have to pack my luggage. Could you please Mr. Bai kick the door?"

The door was pushed open, and a middle-aged wealthy businessman stood there, holding his sleeves with an embarrassed look on his face.

This is the head of Orlando's family and Frederica's father.

The way this father and daughter get along is quite interesting. In Rome five hundred years ago, it was usually a patriarchal system... This was almost always the case in the feudal era. The children of every family were actually regarded as the private property of their parents to a certain extent.

Wang Mang's behavior of forcing his son to death was regarded as a moral model. This can be seen from this. The father in the family usually has the power of life and death over his children.

It’s just that the head of the Orlando family is obviously not very majestic. Frederica obeyed everything she said and asked him to pack his things and go to the cathedral. He went directly without saying anything or even asking anything.

Bai Yu was a little strange, and then she heard Fleur explain: "He wants me to leave quickly and take away the trouble... Maybe in his eyes, my daughter is already a trouble, and she is the kind that he can't afford to offend. trouble."

"...Are you sad?"

"It's not that sad, because I already know what kind of person he is. What my father cares about is fame and fortune, while what I pursue is a higher social status. We are a family and we are of the same species." She said that she was not talking to her father. There was too much affection, but he still waited until the other party's carriage disappeared from sight before looking back.

"My father has nothing to do with me. He has given me a prosperous life and a good education. I have nothing to do with him. I have not abandoned or given up on him."

"It's just that we know that our paths are different, and we should separate when we need to."

"Perhaps when I return to Rome in glory, he will be the first to celebrate for me, and I will still hug him then."

She said this with a bit of ridicule, but she was not lonely, but seemed free and easy.

Bai Yu didn't know how to evaluate this family relationship, so he simply threw out the universal sentence: "Amen."

After confirming that nothing was left behind, Frederica threw a torch at the house and watched the flames engulf the house. She turned around gracefully and said with a smile: "It's time for us to leave. Next stop, let's go to Vienna!"

There is no direction to the station.

Bai Yu led Miss Fleur to the suburbs outside Rome and showed off his horse, the Seventh Generation Storm Chaser (a four-wheel drive off-road vehicle), with the Shenwusi license plate on it.

Frederica was surprised when she saw modern tools for the first time: "What is this?"

"You can think of it as a carriage driven by magic." Bai Yu opened the door: "Sindurila, please get in."

Frederica got into the passenger seat, looked at and touched everything in the car curiously, and said: "This looks much more exquisite than a carriage, my God... you made this? Oriental manufacturing technology is so advanced. Is this the point?"

"Not really." Bai Yu paused: "I will tell you the answer to this question after we meet Alisee and deal with all the chores."

"Okay." Frederica had no idea how shocking the answer to this question would be, it was simply love that traveled through time and space.

She put her luggage in the back row and took out a stack of letters: "Speaking of trivial matters, I have actually been testing the psychic."

She snorted: "Although that shemale is quite capable, he has a very bad temper. A few compliments and taunts will leak out a lot of things."

"What's leaking?" Bai Yu started the car and turned on the navigation. The storm chaser drove on the country road as if walking on flat ground.

"It's about the other party's organization." Frederica said: "Although I didn't find out, I heard the other party mentioned a name."

"what name?"

"The body-carrying man."

Bai Yu was stunned for a moment, then patted his knees and laughed.

What a coincidence, isn't it?

O lackeys of the outer gods, all encounters in the world are reunions after a long separation.

I didn’t expect that I could meet you doing business when I went back five hundred years ago.

This, perhaps, is fate.

…

A group of people gathered in front of the burning building, pointing and eating melons.

There was a faint sound of conversation in the darkness.

"The warlock is dead."

"Absolutely true."

"This waste! You can't even complete this simple task. Three of you are looking at one! And all of them are killed?"

"Sir, what should we do next? Orlando must have run away. Do we want to track him down?"

"No, there is no time to waste any more. We have to hurry up and keep an eye on the other two! Urge them to act as soon as possible, even if the method is rougher."

The tall, thin man carrying a heavy iron coffin showed half of his pale face.

"If you miss this time, you will have to wait another five hundred years!"

"Maybe I can wait, but what about you?"

"You don't want to stay on the ground your whole life and become one with a mudblood, do you?"

The subordinates were frightened: "Yes! Follow your orders!"

The man carrying the coffin turned and left with a gloomy look: "No matter where you are hiding, I will definitely make you my collection!"

…

The prayer room of the Holy Cathedral.

A beam of light falls on the sculpture through the stained glass, and the shadow cast by the sculpture covers the figure of the figure kneeling in prayer.

Time seems to stand still here and becomes a painting.

After a long time.

“If you have no voice in your heart, the Lord will not answer you.”

"Because I have no wishes that need the Lord to fulfill." The bright-blond saint opened her eyes: "The Lord is not an omnipotent wishing machine, and I am not willing to tarnish its sanctity."

"You are sharp-tongued and eloquent, and you can speak clearly and eloquently." The red archbishop behind him laughed and scolded: "I know you are not used to staying in the Holy Land, so leave the Vatican and go to Vienna to relax."

"Why Vienna? I'm not interested in song music."

"There is a wedding that needs to be witnessed by senior clergy."

"Then a priest should be the most suitable person. Why me? I'm still a young girl waiting to be married."

"Where did you learn the Eastern expression? Moreover, saints usually do not get married and remain chaste for life. What is needed is your identity, not really asking you to be a matchmaker."

"I do not want to go."

"The person getting married is named Angelica Polita Venus, and she is an acquaintance of yours."

"Wait a minute, is she married?" The Saint tilted her head and asked strangely, "Who is this person? Is it a handsome and mysterious orientalist?"

"No, he is the second son of a duke..."

The saint was shocked: "Wow...how dare he do that? Aren't you afraid of being cuckolded after getting married?"

"What did you say?" The red archbishop obviously raised his voice, and he also had thoughts of eating melon, but he immediately controlled his emotions, coughed and said seriously: "Don't talk nonsense, Venus is a local celebrity. Noble, how could your daughter be so uneducated!"

"I heard her confess in the confessional."

At that time, Angelica confessed in the confession room that she had used such and such as spell casting materials, and said that she was very happy and wanted to do it more times. Unfortunately, her roommate seemed to have discovered it, so the focus of her explanation came to "How to forget this when you are a roommate" Maybe I can never say this out loud... Saying this is not a confession at all!

The saint showed an obvious look of disgust: "Then this wedding is going to be lively. She must be unwilling to marry her. What should I do if the scene becomes chaotic?"

"You said, I want to go and see it..." The archbishop raised his eyes: "So are you going or not?"

"I go."

...Perhaps Elyse will arrive?

The saint's eyes were as resentful as those of an ex-girlfriend who had been unilaterally broken up with.