Chapter 42 (1/2)

Orianna looked at rolle, who was intimate with her daughter, and looked at the housekeeper who barely got up. She also saw the consternation and shock on his face.

She imagined Rolle's strength and guessed that he might be strong, but unexpectedly, she not only underestimated his strength, but also overestimated her imagination.

The power shown by rolle can no longer be explained by the existing transcendental theory.

Obviously, there is no fluctuation of power, not even perception. What's more, people who have not specifically studied transcendental theory will have this kind of sword skill far beyond common sense?

It's so fast that you can't see the action. It moves almost instantaneously. It's incredible power. It can break the magical function of space cracks

Is this really what simple fencing can do?

What's more frightening is that with her Saint level insight and professor level knowledge, she can't tell how strong Rolle's swordsmanship is and can't really feel his strength.

Orianna looked down at the ground again. After a big war, the originally flat and clean streets became potholes and cracks everywhere.

But none of these traces was caused by rolle.

This means that his control over his power has reached a level that ordinary people can't understand.

According to the existing transcendental theory, the stronger the force used and the stronger the attack launched, the more difficult it will be to control. Therefore, as a saint, she can't fully open her fire in the city, otherwise she won't be so embarrassed.

But rolle seems completely unaffected by this objective law

Orianna wanted to taste the shocks that rolle brought to her for a while, but her mind suddenly got stuck and a strange idea came out of her mind:

Hum! What's the use of being powerful? A pity pig hoof that doesn't understand at all

After the idea came out, she couldn't help but show a helpless wry smile on her face and quickly said to the housekeeper:

”If I have any gaffes later, be sure to bear more...”

After that, she sat on the road as a duck, looked in a trance, her fire red eyes began to become watery, and her tears were ready to go in her eyes, as if she had been wronged.

But the skirt on the leg was well covered and didn't go any light.

Rolle coaxed his daughter, went back to the housekeeper, helped him to stand up, and finally went to oreana. Did he see her lowering her head and wiping her tears?

It can't be true? You're beaten and crying?

”Are you okay?”

Rolle asked.

Orianna raised her head slightly, her eyes were red, sobbed, and gave a delicate cry:

”Hum ~”

Hello? Hello? At least it looks like a teacher!

Lol said something in his heart and asked again:

”Can you still stand up?”

Olliana shook her head vigorously, stretched out her hands to him, with tears hanging from the corners of her eyes, and said Jiao didi:

”Woo ~ I'm hurt, so painful, I don't have strength...”

Rolle is speechless. What's the matter with this guy? Wasn't it normal before? How can you be different at once?

When the housekeeper saw this scene, he couldn't help feeling. It seems that the price of the saint of inflammation is really as legendary