Chapter 550 Ch549 Do You Like It?

Chapter 550 Ch.549 Do you like it?

Mason Lyle is imprisoned in the dungeon.

Frankly speaking, Roland has never been to the dungeon of the Inquisition once. But he fantasized about:

There are blades everywhere, sharp iron frames hanging with flesh and blood, whips, drills, saws, bone cutters of different sizes, and endless wailing day and night...

Actually, not really.

The dungeons of the Inquisition are surprisingly clean.

The slates were wiped clean, and every oil lamp was cared for and kept burning.

There are no unnecessary decorations on the walls, and there is no pursuit of art here.

Some metallic patterns were carved at the entrance deep into the ground, surrounding the iron door of the entire dungeon. From a distance, it looked like a flaming sword.

‘Step in. ’

‘This is the place of divine judgment. ’

Mason Lyle was imprisoned here.

There was food and drink, and no one would take a knife or saw to his toes.

——Roland originally wanted to do this, but Xander stopped him.

"You want to avenge that friend with a different color, don't you?"

The color is different…

"This gray head really has no consciousness at all."

"I can't think of a reason to keep him alive, Xander." Roland said.

What's more, they found alien species in its suitcase.

This completely proves the crime.

Roland didn't intend to get any answers from the interrogation and listened to the confession of a person who didn't know whether he was devout or not.

Blood and pain are the best rewards for hatred.

"I don't suggest you torture him."

Xander twirled her gray hair. This movement suddenly reminded her of a thief who was writing a book at home - she could obviously be the one to catch Mason Lyle, even if other executives were willing to help Roland...

He insisted on calling that woman.

‘Participation, Xander. You always have to give our members some sense of involvement. ’

A sense of participation?

Xander glanced at the man playing with the crystal bottle and pursed his lips silently.

She can accept Halida, but that doesn't mean she can accept Rose.

Because of some 'little games', the weak-minded little dog is willing to participate in them by wagging its tail - she cannot and does not dare to let them play around uncomfortably.

But the Snitch would never do that.

She is trouble.

It would be nice if I could ‘accidentally disappear’…

Thoughts flashed across his young face.

"So, the reason why you don't suggest that I torture him is because you are interested in him." Roland held the crystal bottle, looked at the monster in the bottle, and shook it twice from time to time, causing the little monster inside to open its teeth and claws. screamed.

interested?

Xander's pupils suddenly shrank, he raised the corners of his mouth, and with a series of crisp clicks, he picked up the corner of his skirt and walked around behind Roland.

Her chin pressed against Roland's neck, she leaned forward and breathed lightly at him.

"...Is it jealousy?"

The clear gem without turbidity was covered with a strange light of greed.

Roland put down the bottle and sighed: "I just think that if he fell into your hands, he might even die -"

The voice paused.

"Okay, a little bit."

"Not at all, Roland, I know." Xander smiled with satisfaction and tapped the last button of his shirt with his five open fingers, "But I like what you said."

She liked what Roland said.

But it doesn't like buttons.

But just like going to the theater you have to pass through a cross street.

Some buttons are the way to go.

Just like the ups and downs of the performance, there is always a low overture that is ambushed in the ears of the audience in advance, luring the audience to concentrate and wait for the coming charming wave that is pushed up by the musicians one after another and drowns the people. .

Since it is looking for a strong miner who can penetrate the narrow space, it must start with the button to say hello and tell the great one: I am coming.

It has to be said that Xander always gets what she wants.

The gray hair that was as long as a waterfall was intertwined with the man's black hair. Accompanied by the echoing alien screams, the miko who deserved to be hanged looked at the profile of the breathless face and prayed softly:

'My deepest wishes to the Father of All…'

‘My piety, the blood of the one I love. ’

She had a charming smile and became the mother of all breathing in this empty dungeon where no one ruled her.

…………

…

Roland became extra rational after coming out of the dungeon.

Of course, this was not the 'reason' Xander persuaded him - the real reason was that Halida became an 'apprentice'.

Xander can help Halida find the true "path".

A path that suits her especially well.

This is a deal, and it is also a small willfulness between the suffering lover and the whipper she chose. Xander believes that he has such qualifications, and he is also sure that Roland will need such help in the future:

“Apprenticeship” is just the beginning.

Only when you have entered at least one level can you call yourself a ritualist, and only then can you 'slightly' exert some power that exceeds that of ordinary people.

——To be honest, the ritualists before the Third Ring were not ‘too interesting’ and could easily die from a simple trap or a bullet from the back of the head.

Even four rings.

Fernandez Devinson is a ritualist who possesses a "secret organ"...

No, it should be said:

The big ceremony is so important.

The "Sword of Judgment" of "Holy Flame" can instantly transform a link.

Unfortunately, the Grand Rituals of each path are exclusive.

What a pity.

Therefore, Roland agreed to Xander.

He didn't have to invite Halida to become a Winged One, but he always hoped that this friend who fell into the abyss would have some power to protect him.

"I don't agree. You will do the same thing, right?"

"You'll agree."

Xander licked the corner of his mouth.

She was... sure... to use her voice... to convince... Roland——

Frankly speaking, Xander has discovered a lot of interesting things about Roland recently.

This was something she had heard countless times during her days at the convent.

It is something that women who are ‘unclean’ and need to ‘repent’ and ‘purify’ have talked about countless times.

for example.

they said.

Men are powerful, dangerous, rude, and have beasts in their hearts.

But as long as you find the 'key', they can also be gentle, whimpering, tearful, childlike, open-hearted, and well-behaved.

Xander liked the contrast.

And he truly felt the fiery temperature created by the friction between the violence and gloomy tension in his master.

She wished she could soak in his boiling water all day long, drink his white blood, then put on her skirt, twirl her skirt in the East End, sing loudly, and let the whole London smell their happy and blasphemous miracle.

Xander hopes someone can understand her inner wish.

pity.

She hasn't found a good opportunity to make it happen yet.

Maybe…

Roland also likes it?

Xander's eyes flashed, humming a song, and walked quickly through the corridor.

The room that housed Halida was almost out of use - when this matter was over, she would leave the Inquisition.

But now, she is still a little short of being qualified.

Boom boom.

Xander knocked on the door.

But without waiting for the people in the room to invite him, he pushed the door open and walked in.

The girl covered with a blanket on the seat was so frightened that she knocked over her tea cup and stood upright with a whoosh!

"Female, female, female, female..."

"Call me Xander." Xander bent his knees and closed the door with his backhand.

The shiny little leather boots stepped across the carpet and came to Halida...

Take another step back.

Because Halida is half a head taller than her.

"how are you today?"

This was the same greeting as 'good day', and Halida really didn't know how to answer it.

"...Okay?" She hunched over, her shrimp-like posture was really ugly, "I...I'm fine, sir."

"Call me Xander."

The girl breathed lightly and blew away the black hair that blocked half of Halida's face.

This richness made the bewildered girl subconsciously shrug her nose.

"Does it smell good?" Xander asked, tiptoeing a few times, and seemed to be in a very happy mood: "I guess you will like it."