Chapter 244: Cold

Berel glanced at Rotia without comment. His next move was a bit unexpected, because he walked directly to the garbage dump and picked up a small stack of paper that Rotia had just looked at from it.

"Do you like the garbage dump?" Rotia asked provocatively, but she did not stop Belar from acting.

"No, don't like it," replied Beller. "But as long as there is something I need in the garbage, I think I can even lie on it and sleep."

"What a ruthless answer." Rotia shrugged.

While talking, he was already looking through the documents, so it didn't take much time for Berel to know what Rotia was looking at before.

"Are you studying me?" Berel smiled and threw the document back into the garbage dump.

"Just understand," Rotia replied. "They all say you are the number one in the world... General?"

"Oh, to be honest, I never felt that way. I don't have anything amazing. I have to say... Maybe it's just that I'm a philosopher who can free my heart from the surface of the world and see the essential attributes." Berel tapped the table with his finger. "I don't know why others say so awesome. In fact, I just did it according to the records of the Military Code... Of course, sometimes I have some weird ideas, but I'm sure that these weird ideas have no special value. Anyone can think of them."

"Do you still remember your first battle?" What Rotia just saw the most was the first battle in Berel's life.

"Remember," Berel replied. "Don't say so great. In fact, I just did it according to the principle of "half is to keep it" in the military book. If the enemy is large and we are small, and the enemy is strong and we are weak, then we will strengthen the walls and clear the fields, defend and do not fight, exhaust their fighting spirit, and delay the change - any person from a military academy will know this. You must say that there is something different from others, that is, my execution is relatively strong. After establishing the overall strategy, I know very well what I want to do... and I do it thoroughly than ordinary people!"

After saying this, he sighed, closed his eyes, as if he was recalling the past.

"Sure enough, you know that you are a cold person." Rotia's voice sounded. "Look at me!"

"Cold? No, ma'am, I'm just doing one..."

"Look at me!" Rotia repeated the words just now. Berel shuddered and couldn't help looking at the other person.

This was the first time he was looking at Rotia. The next second, he felt his throat dry and his body stiff.

Rotia wears a rose-red dress - not the kind worn by real aristocratic parties, but modified. This kind of clothes is specially created to satisfy the prostitutes' desire to tease men, and can arouse male instincts consciously or unconsciously. Not to mention that Rotia herself is a beauty, with almost all the talent requirements a woman needs.

Well, if her usual dress is a slight teasing, then she is now a naked teasing.

She slowly swayed her waist and stood up from her position. Her movements were gentle like the willow branches shaking in the wind.

Rotia's movements were very slow, but when he walked to Berel, the latter realized this. Berel reached out to push Rotia away, but his hand was as stiff as a piece of wood. Rorel easily grabbed Berel's hand and pushed it away slightly. As a man, he was stronger and stronger. Berel could not resist. This was a kind of tension, a tremor from the depths of the human soul, which deprived Berel of his ability to move. He wanted to speak, but his throat was so dry that he couldn't even make a sound. He wanted to escape, but his legs were like petrified and he was not obedient at all.

Even on the battlefield of thousands of troops, even if blood and killing are close at hand, even the crisis on the front line of life and death has never been like this. Berel found that he had almost lost his ability to think and act, and could only watch Rotia slowly come to him.

He shouldn't have come, for some reason, this thought was beating in his mind. The brightly lit but empty hotel hall, the hotel hall with no one except the two of them. Every candle was beating, mocking his confidence and dullness. He tried his best to focus his thoughts on other aspects, but his eyes were not controlled by his thinking, staring at Rotia's bright red lips.

What happened? What happened to me?

Before he realized it, the warm and fragrant nephropathy had already fallen into his arms. The two people's bodies were pressed together, their chests were close to each other, their faces were opposite, and their eyes looked at their eyes.

"Will you marry me?" His ears sounded like a devil's temptation. His ears were rubbed against each other, and the sound of exhaling was blowing directly on his earlobe. But he was not sure about this. Perhaps it was not exhaling, but the beauty's teeth were gently biting his earlobe. "I can give up everything... and follow you!"

"Yes." This is an answer that comes from instinct but does not allow reason to refute at all. The only resistance that reason can make is to add the previous sentence "Why?"

"I don't know either." This is the best answer.

"This is a good place, I like the chair..." the voice continued to tell. It was like a deep shadow, completely swallowing up the last trace of Berel's sanity.

...

"Her Majesty!" The magician wearing a church priest's robe carefully observed the magic symbols that had just been drawn on the ground. "We are ready soon."

Her Majesty the Queen told the church about the secret contact between the Chaos Lord. Many priests from the Star Domain Church attached great importance to this. A large group of people, including the chief priest, came to the palace and prepared to teach the bold Chaos Wizard a lesson.

"What do these things look like?" the little girl looked at the various symbols drawn on the ground and asked.

"They can effectively help us gather the power of magic winds." The priest replied. "In this magical battle, we will be invincible."

"Please be aware!" reminded Scadella, the chief of the court standing aside. "This is related to the safety of Her Majesty the Queen."

"Don't worry, sir, we know this very well." The church's magician was dissatisfied with Scardra's words. "We promise that the Chaos Wizard cannot harm Her Majesty the Queen. Look, we even prepared the Demon Breaking Scroll just in case."

Scardra also knew nothing about magic, so after he made this opinion, he could only stand aside and watch the church people busy making preparations.

The little queen left quickly - she just came to see the progress of her work. Several magicians had proofread the layout of the magic symbols and began to prepare for the next step. Scadra also felt bored, so she went to another corner.

"Her Majesty's safety..." Looking at the departure of several people, the previous magician snorted coldly. "A group of fools who know nothing!"

"They don't know how much power it takes to synchronous projection thousands of miles apart." Another magician came up. "That bottle only has the ability to position and provides a target point for casting. If the Chaos Wizard could be thousands of miles apart and not use any other power to hurt people... they would have conquered the world long ago. If they could be hurt people thousands of miles apart, then they could definitely kill all the high-level enemy troops who were close to them."

"By the way, what does the high priest want to do? He has mobilized a lot... Do we need so much preparation?" asked a magician.

"Of course, it is to take advantage of the opportunity of this Chaos Wizard to let him suffer his own fruit." His companion replied. "The Chaos Wizard probably did not expect that the army had not yet set off for war. At this time, so many magicians were gathered in the Eagle Falcon City... At that time, taking advantage of the opportunity of the Chaos Wizard Lord projecting over, with the help of the connection of the magic wind, we can directly destroy his magic. The backlash of magic will kill him directly... Even if he does not die, at least half of his life will be removed!"

If a chaotic wizard lord is destroyed (or at least severely damaged) before the war, it will definitely have a very beneficial impact on the battle situation.

"Is it necessary to do so much preparation?" asked the magician.

"You can't underestimate the power of the Chaos Wizard." The companion replied. "They are all blessed by the powerful power of the evil gods, allowing them to use some magic that humans cannot bear at all. Not to mention... This is a Chaos Wizard with a very high status. He must have all kinds of tricks. We must be foolproof. If we are not prepared enough to miss such an opportunity, it would be a pity."

While speaking, several other priests also came here. Everyone had already checked the part they were responsible for - and of course everything was normal. Some magical instruments were also brought over and a dedicated person began to be arranged.

"The High Priest will be responsible for the final casting control." Someone said. "We should check again, the agreed time is coming."

While speaking, a figure walked in through a door beside him. It was the high priest of the Hawk City, the supreme leader of the Gruney Church. Scadra was next to the high priest.

"Master High Priest, I still think... Her Majesty the Queen is not suitable for this matter." Scadra always felt inappropriate about this matter. The Queen told the church about the Chaos Wizard, which expressed great sincerity, but the church hoped to take advantage of this opportunity to eliminate the bold Chaos Wizard.

"Sir Scadra, what are you worried about?"

"The risk Her Majesty takes is something I have to consider, if those Chaos believers retaliate..."

"As long as Her Majesty refuses their request, they will find a way to hurt Her Majesty. Dear Lord Scadra, you know that this is the case. We are enemies of Chaos. As long as we do not surrender to Chaos, no matter what we do, they will do their best to hurt us, and our Majesty will be no exception. Of course, to be honest, it is the same if you surrender, it is just that the murderer will replace him."

"But..." Scadra still refused to accept it.

"I swear in the reputation of the gods that our Majesty will not be hurt! Can you believe it now?"
Chapter completed!