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Chapter 643: Desperate noble.
As the words of Master Moraka just fell, the nobles in the secret room once again entered into a dead silence. Then the swaying candle light shone, and all the nobles, including Prince Voss and Prince Muranda He stared at the master spellcaster who was reluctant to shake his head with an almost imploring gaze.
They hope that in the next second, Master Moraka will laugh and say that the transformation just now is used to scare people, telling them that he has a way to detect intelligence in the soul of the mysterious girl.
But... the indisputable facts will not change because of anyone's expectations, and Moraka has never been an unscrupulous spellcaster who likes to joke.
To put it bluntly, Moraka, the mediocre-looking master mage, is already the best mage in the entire Scott Kingdom’s spiritual system. If he says there is no way, then there is no need to doubt, the fact is definitely There is no way!
And now the terrible fact is-Pandora's memory has nothing that can be obtained, and all the hopes of the five great nobles and His Majesty King Scott are all reduced to dream bubbles...
"So...we are dead?"
Finally, in a shadow that cannot be illuminated by a small candlelight, the old nobleman Voss said in a hoarse tone-shifting voice that no one dared to admit the fact...
"...I'm afraid yes, old friend... This lady is worthless to us, and Ganatika's whereabouts are missing, and..."
After a pause, Moraka continued with a wry smile and said:
"According to the time given by the "Melfire Ripper", the mad dragon of Emoda will be back in three days at the latest. Even if we make a new capture plan, we will try to capture Ghana again. Tika... I'm afraid we don't have time.
Hmm, you are right, we are......dead."
Moraka lowered his head and answered the old nobleman's question in a hollow voice.
Moraka, who has a longer life span and more experience, did not show too much hysteria. Although he did not want to die very much, as a master professional who has experienced many battles and has not known how many times he has hovered on the edge of death, Mora Card is not yet madly cursing the doom he must face.
Perhaps as early as when they learned that a gray crystal was lost, the master-level spellcaster who had a little knowledge of the legendary realm had already anticipated the ending of today.
"Oh...think about it. It seems that we were doing useless work at the beginning. Those ten mysterious gray crystals are all legendary creations at any rate. How could a mere master-level ant move it? Forget it? …Forget it, I can’t catch Ganatika, and I have a thought. If I have some time, I’d better go to the bar for a few cups of honey at the end.”
He sighed silently, and Moraka, who seemed a lot older all of a sudden, didn't say anything, he just walked calmly around the cage where Pandora was held, and then walked straight out of the door of the secret room.
Moraka did not think about running away, and the great nobles also did not want to escape. Maybe the little people in this country can still think that no one has discovered the "fear of crime", and then pray that the busy Aimoda-Yan Claw ignores it. A bunch of unimportant ants.
But as long as the "Melting Fire Ripper" is still alive, the five nobles, His Majesty the King, and all the master-level powerhouses in this imperial kingdom can't escape.
The five nobles and His Majesty the King couldn't escape because they were the main responsible persons for the loss of the gray crystal. The tyrannical legendary red dragon would never let go of those trash men who dared not fulfill their orders.
As for the more than ten masters of the Scottish Empire, they are inevitable. This is because they are the first suspects of the loss of the gray crystal. If the furious Aimoda wants to find the whereabouts of the gray crystal, don’t Raqqa believes that the mad dragon will extract the souls of all the master professionals of the Scott Empire one by one for a thorough search. At that time, whoever runs the fastest will be suspected the most, and whoever will be the most unlucky.
And according to Moraka's idea, instead of letting his soul survive in the hands of the legendary red dragon, it is better to stay in the royal kingdom of Scott, and then simply and neatly transform into the legendary dragon's breath. Forget the fly ash, at least you can die a little bit easier and have a little dignity...
Moraka left in despair, leaving only a group of even more desperate nobles in the secret room. In the face of the "great horror" called death, perhaps an old man like Voss can barely keep calm. However, the spirit of middle-aged aristocrats like Prince Muranda was on the verge of collapse.
I saw that the middle-aged nobleman with erratic eyes didn't even care about his manners. He jumped up from his seat, and then ran to the cage where Pandora was imprisoned, while he slapped the railing hard and snarled frantically:
"Pandora! You damn bitch, you little bastard who doesn't know what to do... Tell me where Ganatika is? Tell me where the Grey Crystal is! Everyone in Scott is going to die. It’s impossible for your companions to survive! Don’t you have any sympathy! Don’t you have any conscience"
The roar of the middle-aged nobleman and the sound of flapping the iron cage sounded as harsh as an evil spirit scratching an iron plate, but the girl who was forced to kneel in the cage only responded with a contemptuous mockery to all the noblemen present.
Perhaps the moral kidnapping words of Prince Muranda would be very effective for Ganatica, and perhaps before seeing the viciousness of human nature, Pandora would have some sympathy for the innocent poor of the Scott Empire.
But now... after seeing the betrayal of the "companions" who had received Ganatika's help without hesitation, these "sympathy" that shouldn't have appeared on a magic puppet have completely disappeared from Pandora's heart. , The girl now only hopes that Ganatika can survive, and can escape from the Scottish kingdom all the way with the help of the "legendary prophecy shielding circle" that she has stripped from her soul.
As for those ungrateful "companions"?
Pandora has regarded them as enemies by default!
"Well, Prince Miulanda, it's already this time, please be quiet."
Finally, under the roar of the middle-aged aristocrat and the dead silence of the secret room, only the old man Vos, who seemed to see through life and death, made his final thoughts. At the same time, his words were also a command in a sense that accorded with the hearts of the people:
"We are nobles. No matter what we face, we can't be as chaotic as those low-class poor people. Even if we face death, we must at least take into account the noble etiquette... Send someone to chop off the head of this Miss Pandora, and then Hang on the wall to declare our victory... Don't tell the younger generation in the family about the terrible things about the crazy dragon. We have a banquet, celebrate, and take out all the good wine and food in stock. At this last time Inside... enjoy yourself!"
After speaking, the old nobleman stopped looking at Prince Miulanda who was lying on the ground. He just silently covered his face with his palm, and finally stayed in the corner without saying a word.
End of this Chapter
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