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() "Dang~"

The clock hanging in the room began to strike on its own, Don Quixote didn't need to look up, the spiritual energy that had been filling the room had already told him that it was already ten o'clock in the evening.

At this time, Don Quixote was leaning on the sofa with a speechless face, staring blankly at the guy named Lantes on the opposite wall with his two useless eyes. As for why Don Quixote was speechless The reason is very simple. From the time this guy arrived home, except that he left the study halfway to get himself a cup of unknown liquid, maybe water, maybe some kind of beverage similar to coffee, and a few dark black suspected wheat bread, I have been playing chess with myself at the desk.

At about eight o’clock in the evening, I ate all the objects that were suspected of wheat bread. I guess that was his dinner. After several signal conversions, it is black and white again, so there is a feeling of watching black and white TV on the earth in the [-]th century and catching up with the bad signal. Basically, black and white will appear every few seconds Snowflakes, this is the end of the signal loss, the converter can't convert anything, it can only be displayed in black and white spots.

"Crack!" Lantesi in the picture finally stood up, stretched fiercely, and swayed his body from side to side, and could even hear the sound of bones rubbing between the vertebrae. Obviously, this guy finally got down. Tired from playing chess, probably going to sleep.

However, even if Don Quixote knew that this man was an enemy, he still admired this guy a little bit. Sitting in one place for several hours and playing chess with himself, Don Quixote thought that he couldn't do it.

Sure enough, just as Don Quixote guessed, after standing up and shaking his waist, Lante thoughtfully blew out the oil lamp next to the desk, and then the picture on the wall was completely black, and of course there was a consolation prize , that is, the sound can still be heard, but it is not the sound of talking, but the sound of footsteps far away from the study.

"Hey~" Lantesi went to sleep, and Don Quixote also sighed. Although he didn't need to breathe, Don Quixote still habitually retained many human habits, such as sighing, watching things, etc. From time to time, his eyes would turn around and so on. Don Quixote, who had witnessed Lantes playing war chess for several hours, felt that this black-bellied conspirator was the most boring person he had ever seen.

Of course, these few hours of Don Quixote are not completely fruitless. To say that there are still some gains. For example, Lantes is a left-handed person. Whether he eats, drinks coffee, or eats black objects suspected of wheat bread, He is left-handed.

Another thing is that he is probably a little schizophrenic, and the reason for thinking so is that his performance when playing war chess, although he is not very good at playing war chess Don Quixote, but he still understands the general rules. It is very similar to Chinese chess. Of course, it is not the specific rules, but it is said that the purpose is to kill the opponent's king. No matter which side this Lantes is using, it seems that it will not be affected by the other side. Popular To put it simply, when he uses one of them, he can even block his memory of using the other. This kind of magical ability, in Don Quixote's view, is obviously already a very high level of schizophrenia.

Of course, this is still a quixotic joke. His ability shows one point, that is, he also has the ability to freely control the soul, at least his own soul.

Time passed by little by little, and there was no response on the opposite wall except for the darkness and the occasional noise. Don Quixote knew that the guy must have fallen asleep, but because of the sound of breathing It's too light, maybe the bedroom is too far away from the study, so I can't hear the sound of breathing.

Thinking of this, he adjusted the frequency again, and switched the screen to Lantesi's study room. It was still pitch black, but due to the angle, he seemed to be able to see a little light of the moon, and there was no movement. After switching back to the screen of the residence, Don Quixote also entered a state of meditation, leaving only the slightest sense of paying attention to the sound coming from the receiver.

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"Whoosh~" Don Quixote was so bored that he used his psychic power to control the paper planes made of parchment to fly around the room. It has been a month since he started monitoring Lantes. During this month, Don Quixote returned to the nature of the program-dead house back then. He never left the house for half a step. Anyway, he had already bought the house, so he was not afraid of someone coming to disturb him.

But although he was staring at Lantesi almost all the time, unfortunately, he hardly collected any useful information.

Whether this guy is in the house in the office area of ​​the temple or in his own home, he spends most of his time playing chess with himself. Of course, he will occasionally leave Don Quixote's sight, maybe to go to the bathroom, Maybe it was to eat or something, and occasionally there would be some conversations, most of which were people below reflecting on things related to the temple, such as the operation of the temple, the use of funds and so on.

Of course, there are also some seemingly valuable information. For example, a few days ago, a person sent a few sealed parchments, and the content of the conversation was "Master Bishop, this is the latest information."

It's a pity that Lantes didn't have the habit of reading information when reading information, and Don Quixote deliberately simplified the magic circle in order to save the consumption of basic elements and reduce the fluctuation of the magic circle's operation. As a result, the magic circle does not have 360-degree monitoring without dead ends, only the piece in front of the sundial, and the contents of the parchment cannot be seen at all.

As for his home, perhaps no one would believe that during the month Don Quixote had been monitoring him, this man had hardly said a word at home, except for the sound of "ah" when he stretched his waist or yawned, although There is also a big reason why he has only himself in his family and does not even have a servant of the gods, so naturally he will not get any useful information.

Staying at home for a month and staring at the daily picture of an old man every day, even a lich can't bear it, this will make people feel an inexplicable sense of irritability, as if there is a feeling of lifting a stone in front of you. Therefore, in order to alleviate this anxiety, Don Quixote often chooses Kyle to call her on the Faerun version of the phone porridge when he is free. The signal is clear, the monthly fee is faith, and the whole world is free of charge. It doesn't have to be useful information, even casual talk about everyday life can make Don Quixote feel better.

"So, Xiaotang, I told you a long time ago, since this matter has been exposed, he will definitely not choose me as a target again."

"Are you on patrol now?" Don Quixote snapped a paper plane made of parchment and shot it onto the opposite wall. With the help of wind spells, a hole was cut in the wall like tofu .

"Well, ah~~" Kyle yawned as he spoke, "I'm already a high-level knight, but I still have to do things that low-level knights do like patrolling."

"Nonsense, why don't you say that the place you are patrolling is the reserve of your temple?"

"Ah~~" Kyle did not refute, but yawned again. Of course, this is not sleepy. The soul of a high-level knight is still quite powerful. Her yawn is the same as Don Quixote, due to boredom!

"What is that guy doing now?"

"What else can I do?" Don Quixote looked helpless, "I'm still playing chess with myself, I firmly believe that one day he will drive himself crazy like this! Wait..." Don Quixote The whole thing suddenly became energetic, "Let's not talk about it, it seems that there is something wrong!"

"Bastard, you actually hung up my communication spell first..."

For a whole month, as an archbishop, another person besides himself finally appeared in the place where he lived, but still because of the angle and the problem of light, Don Quixote couldn't see what the person behind the sundial looked like, but Fortunately, I can still hear the sound, so it doesn't matter.

"Damn it, can't you change a magic crystal lamp? Every time I come to your place, it smells of bad grease."

This complaint led Don Quixote to the conclusion that the person who came was a woman, and she seemed to be very familiar with Lantes, at least he had been here more than once.

Lantesi didn't seem to care about the complaints of the woman in front of him, but continued to play checkers on his own, "It's still up to you, you can go wherever you want."

"Tch, I'm traveling all over the world with missions, how can I be so free, I have something to tell you this time."

"It's fine to use the communication spell for something, why come here in person?" Lantes raised his head suspiciously, "Could it be a very confidential matter?"

"Nonsense, otherwise you thought I would come to your crappy place, the whole room smells of grease!"

In the world of Faerun, although there is such a convenient thing as communication spells, which can also allow people with power to communicate with each other, but for the clergy, when they discuss confidential matters, they generally do not choose to use communication spells, because that would It means that the goddess of magic knew about the matter. Because of their different beliefs, the clergy still shy away from such things happening.

"The higher-ups have re-evaluated your actions, and it seems that they want to execute God's judgment on you to see what you really think."

"Oh?" Under the light of the grease lamp, Lantesi seemed to frown, "Could it be that they started to doubt me?"

"It should be. After all, the fact that you hired an ascetic to assassinate the target is too obvious. It is inconsistent with his previous behavior."

"Da~" Lantesi finally put down the chess in his hand, and the whole person seemed to be lost in thought, "How long will it take for the trial to be executed."

"It hasn't been finalized yet. The news I got is that the top management seems to have this tendency. In my opinion, you are indeed too anxious."

"It's just that there is one more piece on the chessboard," Lantes said lightly, "No one would have thought that the mid-level knight would know such a powerful mage."

"Actually, you should stop if you fail for the first time. Anyway, there are still opportunities to provoke the two temples. Not only did you fail to do so, but you also exposed the identity that you have earned through so much hard work," said the woman opposite Sighing, "Then what are you going to do now, give up this identity and run away?"

"Run away?" Lantesi directly crushed a pawn, "It's going to be exposed anyway, so why not just find a chance to kill that little knight, and before disappearing, provoke them one last time, regardless of other What do people think, this scapegoat I think the Temple of the Sun has committed its crimes!"