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My name is Akatosh,

What do you do if you do n’t sleep in the middle of the night?

——4E, 201, the month of the fire, 18th, 0: 00——

"Hey, hey ~ (Red Peach) Mother ~ It's a new day, are there any new tasks ~ (Spades)"

"Ooooo ... help! ..."

"Zag! You are traveling at night again!"

"Oh ... living in the temple of the **** of steam, I'm not afraid of God's punishment."

"Sophie-hungry-"

Obviously it was midnight, and the guys I monitored turned out to be more noisy than during the day, but they could not be left behind. If, as before, please remind my sister to remind me before any misfortune happens, then go to the emergency, Zella Pe Shi and Joan are definitely going to lose their horses.

I used to laugh at Arthur ’s current BOSS as future soldiers. As a result, the multi-threaded processing I only encountered once in the past is now routine.

Thankfully, Arthur, Amir, and Zella are all asleep, and I can get them in the Songjiade yard.

In short, the first one is-

——0 ： 01——

Dark Brotherhood Sanctuary, Intelligence Room.

Sister A still did not return, but the others seemed to be bluffed by Cicero, Nazr put the current summary of information, such as the list of "dark rituals have been held" and "most likely to hold dark rituals" and The contents of the entrustment were all handed over to Cicero.

Then the clown picked out a batch from those contracts and asked the "Night Mother" one by one whether it was acceptable. I don't know if he was slanting or guessing my principles. These goals all intentionally hurt others by different means. Like the group of believers in Namila, if the Brotherhood would complete this contract, these goals would eventually be thrown to Atayum.

Then there are some people who have made mistakes and hated them, or passively involved in certain things and "too much knowledge". These contracts can also be accepted. They will eventually deal with Gui Luo and Margaret, but there is really no The magic qualities will change it into another person.

The last batch is that the client itself has a problem, and the target is basically innocent ritual contract, they will be ignored, even if someone forcibly accepts to execute it, it will fail as inexplicably as several times before.

[Atayum is afraid of being overcrowded] The stupid system vomits.

‘Since the group of Masters of the Order has taken away the [Eye of Magnus], they have to work honestly. ’

"Hey, hey ~ (Meach) Mother ~ It's a new day, are there any new tasks ~ (Heart)" On the screen, Cicero jumped in front of Yemu's iron coffin.

I really want Jeanne to get up and give him a kick.

"【No】"

——0: 02——

Mountain Altar in the southwest of Dugu City.

Cauldrons, alchemy tables, dried herbs and weird medicine materials, many tents for patients to rest, these things make the periphery of the altar look like a medical camp, but in fact it is.

When I kicked Poit out of the game, I thought that his saint should be a madman dedicated to spreading the plague. He came over and prepared to solve it. It turned out that he was actually a medical doctor who studied and treated various plagues. The move near the altar of Poit seems strange, but those who are cured will only think that the master wants to express an attitude that challenges the devil of the disease.

Clean Kaishi, this name inherits the naming style that Tiger people find difficult to understand. The patients screamed somehow and simplified it into "White Stone", and finally added it to those patients who are grateful and don't know how to repay A "holy" prefix.

Although I do n’t know what the original Poit thought about him, but from the line of faith provided by those who were healed, the skinny dragon probably only recognized by holding his nose.

"Ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo! Accordinge! Ihhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh ... Help me ..." Eddie Septin, the princess was sleeping in a sleeping bag in a tent in the camp, but the expression was painful and he kept mumbling: "Why chase me?" ... "

Moser Frey and Stamz Ochenduo were quickly recording the medicinal effects and dreams on the side table.

In this regard, I can only say that these two guys are smart enough. After Moser took Eddy away, at most she grabbed her hand for transmission, and Bai Shi's disciple Ao Chenduo asked for Eddie to smell the incense. After her opinion, and Eddie agreed for some reason, the result was that I couldn't find a reason to teach them.

[They are using various nightmares of demon gods attacking her to try out the princess's way to kill demon gods]

‘It ’s a good idea, but unfortunately it ’s not realistic. ’

Even if Moser really grabbed Emile, no results can be obtained. After all, "Straight Demon Eye" can only be used on living creatures, things in the dream ... she had to wait for Valmana ’s nightmare before she strayed into it. Arthur to save?

There is no problem here, just use Valmina's priesthood to give her a beautiful dream, then the next one is ...

——0: 03——

Winter Castle, Master College.

After I rescued Margaret, she was habitually thrown into the Magistrate Academy because she was a magician. As for her being a spy of the Imperial Legion, I only talked to Savos Aran and several masters of various schools. , Please ask them to strengthen the confidentiality of the inconvenient information.

But not long ago, kindly Gui Luo seemed to intend to gather a group of magicians to study the "new magic system", and Margaret was among the invitations, which made people puzzled.

Margaret began to transfer research progress to the Dugu City from time to time. After the masters thought that these contents were not up to the "inconvenient disclosure" standard, they simply let it go.

However, other apprentices who noticed clues and had a strong sense of collective honour decided to find evidence to expose her. Zage, a tiger who was confident in stealth, volunteered to search her house in the middle of the night while Margaret was out, and she just went out I was arrested.

"Zag! You are traveling at night again!" Gui Luo shouted.

"Hush—Aunt Guiluo, hush—" Zag waved and shook his head again.

"Why? Would you like to plead for yourself? For the part that you haven't just been out of the house for two steps, immediately turn around and go back to me when you haven't been out." Gui Luo walked over with the lantern.

"Zag is not afraid of punishment—" The Tiger lowered his voice: "But Zag can't tolerate spies in the academy-we are sure that Margaret secretly passed out messages-"

"Oh, you want to say, in the" Magic Research Department "I formed, is the person in charge of the" Metal Department "a spy?" Gui Luo chuckled.

"You may not believe it, but Zag has evidence—"

"Do you think we don't know?"

"Ga?"

The Tiger opened his mouth, and Gui Luo pushed his shoulders and turned half a circle back to the Temple of Face.

"The God of Wisdom knows everything." The old man finally said to him.

‘It looks like there ’s not much problem here, it ’s not necessary to quarrel with Zella, then, next. ’

——0 ： 04——

Southwest of Windhelm, Lake Yogrim.

The fishermen fishing nearby in the lake every day would never think that the bottom of this calm lake is a hard ice that will never last forever, and on this hard ice at the bottom of the lake, two "people" are standing.

"Oh ... living in the temple of the **** of steam, and not afraid of punishment." One of them was dressed in a gorgeous aristocratic costume, carrying a gorgeous long bow behind him, laughing at the words, and the surging lake around him could not reach him at all.

"Septin implied that there were security traps in all the places where they walked, and we could not be approached without being discovered." The other person's clothing looked like ordinary logging workers, but the overall momentum did not drop that name. "Noble" half-pointed, he had no intention of continuing to talk about God, and instead asked: "You have been blocked by Sgramer once, do you still have to be an enemy of the Dragonborn?"

"Huh, don't you expect them to send the Elder Scrolls in a fist?" And when these whizzy wolf cubs ruined the silver hands, we were endless. "The noble snorted:" When they leave the ground and enter the 'black After landing, even Sgrammer could not protect them. "

"There is no protection for the Dragon Race, but you have two more dead enemies. Doesn't it matter?" The worker paused. "But they don't know me."

"I've never regarded those two guys as opponents, they care too much, and the stalls are too large," the noble looked down at his feet: "After the old thing from Signos lost its sense of magic trap , We will break down here. "

"Oh, you are the boss." The worker replied.

Then the two "people" fell silent again.

‘Is this not Hakon and Hearn? Is the mantis catching the cicada cardinal? ’

[You are the biggest carduelis. 】

‘I am a hunter! ’

Ah ... here is a little more troublesome, you have to set up a magic circle to make the ice close quickly after being broken, otherwise the lake water will leak.

——0: 05——

Deep in the ruins of El Tanfold, the Temple of the Steam God.

"Sophie-hungry-"

Wearing a thick pink and white dress, a pair of small white corners on her forehead, and a little girl with her tail flicking behind her, her eyes blurred and mumbled out of the temple. A rabbit was lying on her head.

"Miss? It's not too late in the middle of the night, you can rest for a while." Lydia, who was watching the night, was sitting on the stone chair at the door and greeted after seeing Sophie.

Boom, Sophie, who hadn't looked at the road, hit a fallen stone pillar. She moved a few steps left and right with a puzzled expression, but the pillar was quite long to get around.

"Small--" Lydia appeared to be ready to help.

Click, click, pop! The little girl gnawed the post with her mouth wide open, and then seemed to feel bad, and spit out a pile of gravel.

"Little-sister walk slowly." Looking at the gravel in front of the temple, the baron guard returned.

‘Can Arthur do it? My daughter sleepwalked in a place full of dwarf machines. ’

[Because she does n’t need to worry at all. Instead, she needs to worry about meeting her dwarf machine. 】

‘What about snow elves? "I'm referring to the thin creature that is approaching her in the direction of Sophie's progress.

[Where is the Snow Elf ... Hey? It really is. 】

‘Eh your head! As a system, do n’t even know how to blame? I raised my hand and pulled its wings.

[But the snow elves are not brushed here ... woo woo ...]

"Ah ~ beautiful lady ~" The snow elf spoke, and it was a standard Nordic. When you look closely, its eyes are slightly open, instead of completely degenerate and closed like the ordinary snow elf, and the body is thin, but It is still much stronger than ordinary snow elves, and the armor it wears is more in line with human aesthetics.

"My name is Yet, the scout of the Snow Elf Kingdom, responsible for guiding every surface adventurer who intends to visit. Could you take me to see your father—"

Sophie swallowed the snow elf who claimed to be Yat.

[Ha ha ha ha! 】

‘Although I do n’t know what ’s going on, I ’ll let him stay in the storage area first, and then hint Sophie to hurry back and spit it out. ’

[This is your pot. Didn't you purify Wilsho? I will give you the status of Heijiang. The stupid system flapped its wings and flew over and touched the globe. A new live picture popped up.

In the bright "sunshine", many beautiful snow elves who have little difference in appearance from their compatriots such as high elves and wood elves are living like a human in a magnificent city.

Amazingly, you have created a nation, Archbishop of the Snow Elves.

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