Dark Demon Warlock

"Don't worry." Vito Tut wiped his mouth with the napkin next to his hand, and said lightly.

In him, there is an indifferent temperament similar to Gregoria Kate.

However, Gregoria Kate's temperament is more cold and calm, while he tends to be aloof and indifferent.

"This guy is a bit confusing." Hugh Defoe didn't really despise Art.

I have investigated his information, a fallen nobleman from the countryside, somehow was accepted as a student by Professor Hughes, and then met Moore Lane by chance.

Judging from his background and experience, there is no inheritance, and his knowledge is narrow, but somehow, he is full of weirdness.

I thought that designing a traffic accident, supplemented by the wasp killer, would be foolproof and would not involve myself.

Unexpectedly, he actually mastered a very peculiar running technique, and his perception is also very keen.

Not only did his plan fail, but he also threatened himself in turn!

What's even more unpredictable is that Professor Hughes and Moore Lane didn't know what kind of benefits they received from him, and they defended him everywhere.

And last night's murder.

Judging from the investigation report, the attack was straightforward and silent, and most of them were repeat offenders.

The truck driver's neck was cut open, the wound was as thin as paper, and his own muscles squeezed the wound, causing the blood to flow continuously for nearly half a night!

Just like that, the woman next to the truck driver didn't notice!

The police concluded that the assailant was highly skilled.

But he is working as a demon warlock, so it is impossible to have such a skilled skill.

Could it be that Moore Lane had found it for him?

All kinds of signs made Hugh Defoe feel that it would be better to deal with him as soon as possible.

But the only available helper was intimidated by him.

"Hugh, don't forget the mission the Marquis entrusted to you!" Vito Tut frowned slightly.

"I'm just worried that he will hinder my actions." Hugh Defoe put down his knife and fork and explained.

Unruly, stubborn.

"Can a demon warlock really sign a contract with a demon god?" I was shocked by this news yesterday, but the more I thought about it, the more humiliating I felt, and the more I felt that Art was bluffing.

"Haven't he already been marked!" Vito Tut's indifferent state of mind was abruptly broken by him.

According to his request, he has used the soul location technique on the target he wants to eradicate, but he is still not reconciled!

Why didn't I realize that he was so selfish and stubborn before?

It doesn't matter whether that person signed a contract with the demon god, what matters is that no one dares to bet!

Yesterday, he had agreed to wait until the task was over before starting, but today he brought up the old matter again. What is he thinking?

"That's right, I'm impatient." Hugh Defoe suddenly backed down.

Vito Tut lost his mood and got up to leave.

...

Professor Hughes gave Art a day off.

When I saw him in the morning, I thought it was because I put too much pressure on him yesterday.

Art didn't explain. After returning home, he packed up his belongings and headed to Sigrid Wharf.

"Borrowing?" Jim Thomson had a strange expression after hearing his intentions.

This is the first time I met someone who asked me to borrow money.

"Well, I need the corpses of 11 second-order extraordinary creatures. I need them today. Please help me figure out how much it will cost," Yate said.

"I'll ask for instructions." Jim Thomson couldn't call the shots.

Knowing a little about his situation, coupled with his current state, he took it for granted that he was eager to improve his strength.

I didn't persuade him, the only way I could help him was to say something nice about him in front of the major.

"It's troublesome." Arthur sat in the reception room, rubbing his forehead from time to time, showing no signs of anxiety.

He borrowed money in exchange for the Horadrim Cube, not as desperate as Jim Thomson guessed, why should he be anxious?

It's just that the teleportation practice last night made him choked up.

I haven't fully adapted yet, but I can persist for 3 times.

A few minutes later, Jim Thomson returned.

soon.

Returning with him was Claire Lane.

"Mrs. Lane, good morning." Art hurriedly got up.

"I heard you're in trouble?" Claire Ryan was wearing a simple red dress, with fluffy blond hair and a lazy expression on her face, as if she had just woken up.

"It's not difficult, it's just that the amount needed at the moment is relatively large, and it will be paid back slowly later." Yate didn't take advantage of the situation to win sympathy.

"Yeah." Claire Lane glanced at him, like a cat's small movements, and then responded lightly, sitting next to him.

Yate only felt a "soft" fragrance coming into his nostrils.

It's very strange, two words that obviously don't match at all, but the fragrance on Claire Lane's body somehow makes people feel such a feeling.

"The major agrees." Jim Thomson stepped forward and said.

Then began to count the potions, equipment, etc. brought by Art, and finally converted them into 3 pieces.

It is equivalent to borrowing the corpses of 8 second-order extraordinary creatures.

"The major said it wouldn't count as interest. After all, you made a fortune from Hugh Defoe by borrowing your business. You just need to pay it back within one year." Jim Thomson finally said.

"Thank you, by the way, thank the major for me." Art said.

He didn't know if it was because he spoke nicely, but he found that many people around him treated him very well.

He almost never enjoyed this kind of treatment in his previous life.

"I'll help you prepare." Jim Thomson left.

It could be seen that Claire Lane seemed to have something to say to him.

If he didn't even wink at him, he would have been kicked away by Moore Lane long ago.

"Mrs Lane..."

"Call me Clare, or Miss Clare."

As soon as Art spoke, Claire Ryan interrupted.

The two are the same age, both 23 years old.

"Claire, are you going to live here permanently?" Art stuck for a moment, then let go completely.

"It will take a while, I don't know how long it will take." Claire Lane replied.

"Oh." Arthur suddenly felt shocked.

Could it be that Moore Lane specially called her to sit in the town?

Her strength is unknown, but the owner of that arm must be stronger than Gregoria Kate!

"What's wrong?" Claire Lane asked sideways.

I noticed his violent mood swings.

"It's okay..." Art just wanted to say it's okay, when he raised his eyes, he happened to see her pair of blue eyes, the oval eyes were full of curiosity, so he added: "Suddenly thought of something."

She is now a curious personality.

"What's the matter?" Sure enough, Claire Ryan's eyes lit up immediately.

"This..." Art looked around.

Claire Lane's momentum suddenly changed, arrogant and arrogant.

But he immediately returned to laziness, and quickly said to him: "Don't worry, there is no one around!"

"Recently, a storm is brewing in Pudera City, you know?" Art twitched his eyes, leaned forward, and whispered.

This is more mysterious.

Claire Lane shook her head.

The eyes are more curious.

Yate didn't expect that she didn't know about it, and a regretful expression appeared on his face.

"Hurry up!" Claire Lane urged immediately.

"I don't know the details. I only know that Major Ryan may also be involved, so I invite you to come here to help hold the line." Art gritted his teeth and said in a breath.

"You don't know either!" Claire Ryan didn't care about the lineup, but was dissatisfied that he didn't know about it.

Able to tell if others are telling the truth or not.

He is very interesting, he often tells lies, but the emotions he perceives are not bored at all, and even the fear of fear subsides later.

In addition, Ιχθε likes him very much, so he looks at him differently.

Thank you book friend Literary Virgo for your reward