shut up!The palace refuses to flirt!

After discussing the issue of rest, it's time to think about how to complete the task.

The light at night is relatively weak, which is suitable for necromancers who hate the sun, so generally speaking, they will not appear during the day, but start at night.But that's not the point, they haven't seen the poor people infected by the plague yet.

"By the way, did we forget something?" Thinking of this, Yi Mo asked tentatively.

Orthea was silent for a moment, then suddenly turned around and walked out.

"Hey, what are you doing?" Yi Mo held her back, a little confused.

"Look for the person in charge." Orthea spread her hands and smiled helplessly: "The people who were playing around just now forgot the business of coming here."

"Ah, don't worry." Yimo held her back, "It's more important to pull out the root cause than a simple cure."

"Then we also need to check the situation first. Is it because the necromancer is not sure yet?" Even so, some guys they met when they first entered the city may be enough to explain the situation.

Yi Mo also remembered, her eyes sank, and a flash of thought flashed across. "Okay then, but shall we go find it now?"

At this time, the sun is at its best in the afternoon, without the scorching heat of noon, but enough temperature has accumulated in the air.

"Yes, right now." Orthea nodded affirmatively. The hood was a little hot, so she took out another mask and put it on. It was different from the one at the auction, but it also had the same thing, that is, the same exquisite elegance.

Yi Mo sighed: "Why don't you show your face in front of others?" Even so, she was quite happy.

"Because it's too conspicuous." Orthea glanced at her, and suddenly winked jokingly: "That's right, it's what you think, it's too conspicuous."

Yi Mo: ...

Seeing her speechless expression, Orthea let out a hearty laugh, and the suffocation she had suffered just now dissipated.

"Okay, let's go." Orthea put on the mask, put on her clothes, tidied up, and stretched out her hand to Yimo gracefully, with a gentle and playful smile in her eyes: "Miss Magician."

"I'm a soldier, Heather." Yimo corrected her, and at the same time quickly pushed forward: "Of course, you can call me that."

"Why bother with this." Orthea smiled and avoided her body, simply got up and ignored her, shrugged and walked straight out, "Follow up, this time is just right."

"Oh." Yi Mo suddenly felt a little regretful, and looked helplessly, but found that it was useless, so he could only follow along with his lips pursed.

There were very few people on the streets of Tengya City, almost none.Those who are still healthy are mostly kept in the city by the city lord on the grounds that they doubt whether they are infected. They will not come out to save their lives, but those who are infected cannot come out. Those who are still walking around are either patrolling knights or The family members who are suffering from the illness of their family members, the last type is people like them who come here to treat them for their mission.

For example, His Royal Highness the Holy Maiden Hessel Murphy who came across.

"Meet you again." Hessel smiled and nodded in greeting: "Are you also here as pastors?"

Orthea is a magician of the light system, so it's not surprising to be thought so.

"That's right." Orthea didn't feel bad for her, and she didn't mind making friends with someone who admitted her mistakes calmly and paid the money readily, let alone she was a member of the Holy See: "His Royal Highness came here in person, It's...courageous."

Hessel somehow felt that her attitude seemed a little strange, like an elder?The feeling of treating juniors, yes, that's it.

"That... Heather." Hesel asked after hesitating, "Have we met?"

"Huh?" Orthea blinked and shook her head decisively, "No."

"Ah, okay." Hessel shook his head regretfully, but still asked unwillingly: "You give me a very familiar feeling, really... haven't you seen it before?"

Combined with some unspeakable doubts before, Yimo squinted and looked at Orthea.

The elf denied it expressionlessly: "No, we absolutely, absolutely never met, at least before the Royal Academy of Otis."

"Okay." Hesel regretfully gave up asking, but there is still business: "Are you going to see those patients? I just came out of the city lord's mansion, are you together?"

"No need." Orthea refused coldly, "I think it's better for us to act separately."

Hessel understood, smiled and stepped aside, "Then, I wish you good luck."

"Thank you." Orthea nodded, turned her head to look at the silent Yimo, and then found a direction and walked straight.

Yi Mo smiled helplessly. Although she felt a little less unconscious intimacy than before, at least she didn't avoid it. Does that mean she has a chance?

"Your Highness." When the two walked away, the handsome paladin behind Hessel bowed his head and said, "You seem to pay too much attention to them."

Hessel withdrew his smile, flicked his sleeves casually and said as he walked, "Lyles, take a long-term view of the problem, don't just see the surface."

Lyle paused, bowed his head and said, "Yes."

"Dissatisfied?" Hesel raised his eyebrows, and he could guess what he was thinking when he saw his silence. He only sneered and said without patting the knight's shoulder: "Actually, Lyles, if you can beat them I wouldn't say that about either of the two."

Lyles raised his head abruptly, and looked at the wise and wise Her Majesty the Holy Maiden in shock: "Are they... so strong?!"

"It will only be stronger than what you saw." Hesel glanced at the direction Orthea left, with deep eyes: "Especially that elf."

"...The subordinate understands."

"I don't mean to blame you, Lyles," Hesel smiled and shook his head, "Your growth was too smooth, and you haven't experienced many setbacks, which is normal. But you have to remember one thing, always There will always be people who are better than you, so proud and complacent...you can't improve."

Lyles opened his mouth, swallowed what he wanted to say, and only lowered his head in a dull reply: "Yes."

Seeing this, Hesel sighed, and didn't say anything more. He was mentioned because at least now he was still his bodyguard, and if something went wrong, it wouldn't be good for anyone.

She shook her head, stopped asking this question, slightly adjusted her facial expression, smiled and walked towards the isolation area.

The city lord's mansion in the center was resplendent and resplendent, but now it is shrouded in a gloomy and ominous atmosphere, and the gorgeous castle is also shrouded in clouds.

Yimo quietly followed her, while Orthea went up and knocked on the door. After a while, a man who looked like a housekeeper opened the door.

The housekeeper opened the small door, and stopped by the door carefully to look at them. When he saw the same magic robe outfit, and the white magic robe symbolizing the light system on Orthea's body, his eyes lit up.Nodding and bowing, he walked up to say hello: "Is your lord a priest sent by the Holy See? I am Wilder, the steward of the city lord's mansion. No, Her Royal Highness just left..."

"Hello." Orthea twitched the corner of his mouth and interrupted him, "We are the team of the Royal Academy of Otis. Well, we came earlier, and there are still some people on the way."

"Otes!" The butler's eyes lit up again, and his attitude became more enthusiastic. "Are you looking for the Lord City Lord? Your Excellency has just entertained His Royal Highness, and he is still in the mansion. Oh, please come in, please. Forgive my poor hospitality."

The old housekeeper almost burst into tears, "God of light, your academy's reinforcements are really, really timely!"

"Mr. Wilder," Althea interrupted his chatter, "I don't think you need to be so...enthusiastic."

"Oh, I'm sorry." The butler suppressed his excitement and led them to the hall where the guests were received.

From the moment Yimo stepped into the mansion, she felt a gust of wind blowing inexplicably. She frowned and approached Orseya without any trace, and she really felt much more comfortable.Slightly stretching his brows, Yi Mo paid attention to the old butler's reaction, but it was as usual, and there were very few people in the castle.

Just as she was thinking, might as well reach out a warm hand to hold hers, the soft but weak white light came over, and swept away the things that made her feel uncomfortable around her.Yimo was startled, and looked at Orthea.The elf still followed behind the butler with a gentle and indifferent appearance, without even turning his head.Yi Mo could only see her side face, the corners of her lips that were not covered by the mask were habitually raised, and the line of her jaw was smooth and elegant. Yi Mo was instantly attracted by the beauty.

"Look at the road." Orthea's gentle and helpless voice was only heard in her ears, and the hand squeezed suggestively, but the elf still didn't look back.

Yi Mo gave a low laugh, held back the elf's delicate and warm palm, quietly increased her speed and stood side by side with her, and leaned over as if nothing had happened, and said in a voice that only they could hear: "There seems to be something wrong here, be careful!" point."

Orthea raised her eyebrows, moved her long ears subconsciously, and asked with concern, "What's wrong? Are you uncomfortable?"

"Is there something wrong with you, my lord?" The old butler asked nervously when he heard the elf's calm voice and didn't lower it much.

Oh God of Light, don't be infected with the plague too.

"It's nothing." Yi Mo frowned unhappily, a little displeased with this guy's interruption, but didn't say much, only seeing his nervous look, he reluctantly added: "I just feel a little cold."

The old butler breathed a sigh of relief, and almost couldn't hold back his pat on the chest. Fortunately, it's not a plague, um, it's good that there is no infection.

"Cold?" Orthea glanced at her in surprise, hesitated for a while and took her to her side, and asked in a low voice of concern: "Is there something else to wear? Well, if you feel uncomfortable, just tell me. "

No discomfort!Relying on the fragrant and soft spirit, don't be too happy, okay?