Duke of Grief

"Sera, do you think those black-skinned words are credible?" Cervantes laughed at the matter at dinner time.

Anyway, they will not temporarily affect their Principality. Naturally, they can sit and watch the show.

"Regardless of whether their words are credible, as long as these words are spoken from their mouths, it will definitely have a big impact on Moore's nobles." The maid sucked her chopsticks and frowned slightly. "Obviously , There must be another force behind the group of drow elves to support them, otherwise they would not dare to do this kind of thing. Since this kind of thing has already happened, then Mole’s great nobleman will surely put it under pressure They wiped it out-no matter whether it is true or not, as long as it is considered true by others, then it is true. No matter how the elder aristocrat of Mohr explains it, others will not listen and will only care for themselves He thinks his guess is correct, and what the nobles said are all lies used to deceive them."

"So, as long as the drow elves have spoken these words, then Mole's big noble's priority is to ignore the other messy things, quickly cut the mess, first solve the drow elves, and completely end the matter, otherwise they don't care No one will listen to what you say." Then, the maid stretched out her chopsticks and picked up the chicken breast of the roasted chicken, opened her small mouth, and bite it on the tender crispy skin of the outer coke. The soup splashed in the mouth.

After swallowing that piece of meat, she couldn't help sticking out her tongue, breathing out the heat, and couldn't help picking up the cup at hand, making a few grunts, finally lowering the temperature of her tongue and mouth.

After doing all this, she relieved her breath, gently raised the corner of her mouth, and continued: "But in my opinion, the group of drow elves said that 90% of the truth is true, after all, they can provide them with materials and opportunities It’s probably only Moll’s nobleman, but the source of the rifle in their hands is a bit strange. Although the dwarves adore handmade products, the gnome likes standard items very much, and we “invented” with the Ogden Empire. Before the factory, they have begun to try small-scale workshop-style equipment production, so it is not surprising that the system has even a musket. It is enough to check the source of the firearm."

Cervantes thought for a moment, then said with a smile: "I remember that the dwarves and gnome didn't like selling firearms, right?"

"They really don't like to sell this kind of things." The mouth said, the movement of the hand did not stop, and the maid took another bite of the chicken and said vaguely, "But if they are themselves Have you been in contact with that group of drow elves? After all, there is no particularly obvious conflict between them, so this kind of thing is also possible."

Hearing the maid’s words, the black dragon raised his eyebrows, “I remember, haven’t the Principality ever been in contact with gnomes before? We sold magical technology to them, they supplied us with ore, and then? After all these years have passed, should they? Would you still treat the rifle as a treasure?"

Swallowing the flesh in her mouth, Serena recalled it and nodded slightly, "You are right, this reminds me-as far as I know, after so many years, they have indeed invented more powerful The weapon, but even the firearm is still a big killer for them, and because their height is different from that of humans, it is also very different from the drow elf. If you sell the weapon directly, it is obviously Some are not realistic, but if it is customized..."

Seeing the maid frowning again, Cervantes added heartily: "There is really no conflict of interest between the drow and the dwarf, but the relationship cannot be too deep, so it is clear that there are one or more A man with a good relationship with a dwarf clan provided the Drow Elf with a burst of muskets, and his or their identity is very likely to be a'noble'-because we have never heard of any merchant and chamber of commerce holding so many hands Firearms."

"And this behavior was done with the tacit approval of the dwarf clan, otherwise, the or those nobles have no need to do this thing at all..." The maid followed the words of Cervantes, but it was here When she suddenly stopped.

Serena stopped her hand, her eyes fluttering, and she seemed to be thinking about something.

"...Maybe it is necessary?" Frowning, the maid murmured.

Then the maid whispered to herself, "There are not many human nobles who have good relations with the dwarf clan, but there are few human nobles who have good relations with the dwarf clan that have the process of making firearms, so if you say this thing If it’s not the dwarf’s request, then it can basically be confirmed that it is the personal behavior of the “one” noble...”

"If it’s a noble’s personal behavior, he’s even willing to take the relationship with the dwarf, maybe there is something wrong with him-this noble may not be well-known, but someone must know that he has a lot of continuous firearms, And as long as the drow elf took out a burst of muskets, he would easily be suspected, so for him, there must be something particularly serious about him that caused him to do all this." Sevan Tis took the maid's ideas and continued to extend it.

Selena suddenly recovered, and looked at the black dragon.

The dwarf clan is reluctant to let the burst firearms it made appear in the hands of others. If it is a noble who has a good relationship with them, they will say otherwise, but they must not like the burst firearms being sold.

The characteristics of the target have been so clear that basically the target can be locked!

Cervantes grinned, picked up the phone and sent a message to Latina, then put down the phone and enjoyed a delicious dinner with his wife.

The laboratory fell silent for a while, leaving only the sound of chewing and swallowing and chopsticks colliding.

Not long after, Cervantes’ screen suddenly turned on, and he glanced at him, then grinned, "Look, set your target,'Roven Miles', a nobleman in the Kingdom of Corot~www. NovelMTL.com~ has maintained a good relationship with the Iron Rock Clan for a long time, but he has recently disappeared. The situation of the Iron Rock Clan is also somewhat suspicious. They did not express any opinion on the disappearance of Rowan Miles, and then found it again. ......Oh, those rock heads and the Violet Principality have hatred, no wonder!"

For Cervantes and Latinia, this kind of thing is just a matter of course, because they are more interested in this matter, so they have been tracking almost all the time.

More information has not yet been found, but it is only a matter of time.

Hearing this, the maid suddenly put down her chopsticks and asked with a sigh: "Seth, do you think that the drow elves are so fearless now and want to mess up Moll's situation, then who is standing behind them?"

Cervantes was stunned for a moment, and said with a smile: "The queen of spiders chants, there is nothing but her... lying trough!"

Thinking of a possibility, Black Dragon squinted his eyes sharply, slapped the chopsticks on the table, and the dishes and lunch boxes on the table couldn't help jumping up.

Why did the spider **** help the drow elf in the world of Assatom, and why does the selfish and extremely evil spirit want to help the drow elves?

Because they have use value, because they can help the spider **** to complete her goal, so the spider **** will only help them, otherwise, just like before, the spider **** will not even care about them.

And what benefit can the spider **** have in this world? For the world of Assatom, what can she, the "Alien God", do here?

Obviously, spreading faith and expanding power is what a deity wants to do.

So-Queen of Spiders wants to invade the world again? !

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