Chapter 397 (1/2)

”Isn't this Peter Jean, the leader of the windmill? I didn't expect to meet you here. ”

Dressed in a pure black suit, a black gentleman's hat with white satin ribbon and a civilized stick under his arm, the man's face showed a surprise expression without affectation, and reached for a handshake.

If not for his body to a certain extent, it would make people think that he is an old gentleman and even an old aristocrat in the upper class.

But Peter Jean did not relax. In fact, the guard behind him had reached into his clothes and grasped the iron handle of the magic dagger.

”Put your tricks away, Howard. I don't have the confidence to survive after shaking hands with you, the current boss of the black river.”

He said sarcastically without hesitation.

Although the other side looks pure and good, both Peter Jean and the guard behind him know that the other side is not only a concealed demon swordsman, but also his personality is unpredictable. Let alone shake hands with him. If you get closer to him, he can do something to kill him.

”It's a pity. I admire you for being able to keep the windmill in order in his early twenties.” Howard took back his hand, and the expression of regret on his face did not know whether it was from the heart or just superb acting: ”I thought that after old Wisley died, Morag was the bag of our black river, but I didn't expect there was such a talented day as you as a secret chess.”

Wisley Jean was the last leader of windmill. When he was in power, he completely overturned the power gap between windmill and Heihe, and doubled the power of windmill several times. If Howard didn't assassinate the last Heihe boss and fought with him for decades with his talent, I'm afraid Heihe would not have existed.

Just as soon as Wisley died, the windmill plummeted and at least half of the territory was swallowed up by the Heihe River. Finally, he suddenly killed Peter, who claimed to be the illegitimate son of Wisley, and began to fight with Howard. Although the windmill is still a disadvantage, at least it is much better than before - and this is because there are many old people in the windmill who are dissatisfied with Peter and keep dragging their feet!

”Windmills will not be submerged by the Heihe River. Moreover, it seems that the black in the Morag river is about to fade away... ”

As he said that, Peter looked at the huge hanging city on the mosellassie River, which was emitting a great sense of existence all the time.

”If it's enough communication between the two of you,”

without waiting for Howard to say anything else, a slightly cool voice interposed into their conversation.

Two of Morag's big men turned back and looked at the figure who did not know when.

It was a translucent figure with the shape of a girl. At this time, the girl's Pearl face had a little impatient look: ”then I'm going to take you up there.”

Ghost?!

Both of them (actually three) saw their own surprise from each other's eyes.

As the leaders of the two largest forces of the Morag aborigines, they naturally could not go to such places to meet and chat with each other. As a matter of fact, it was the messenger sent by SIVI who called them to the morassi river.

Is the hero who defeated the giant magic and purified the whole Morag is actually a necromancer?

In their hearts, they habitually beat Xiao Jiu: if they report to Qiyao master tower or pure white church

But soon they abandoned the impractical idea.

Regardless of whether the mage Association and the pure white church will fall out with a seemingly powerful magician because of their small place, the strength of each other alone has already made them afraid - especially the necromancer who is good at cursing. It is as simple as eating for those who are not human or ghost to curse several ordinary people at super distance.

Seeing that the two of them had stopped quarreling, fitter did not stop and waved gently. They felt that their bodies were in vain, like balloons floating up into the sky, leaving only Peter Jean's escort.

Although they had experienced ups and downs in Morag and had been fighting with each other for many years, it was the first time that they met such a fantastic thing as today. There was no magician in Morag, and the only chance they could get rid of magic was the magic items that peddlers came to Morag to sell goods.

They were excited and frightened to look at the dark rings of clouds around them and the arcs dancing among them - they had no doubt that those arcs could easily turn themselves into a piece of coke.