Chen Xiansong's words made Roland very excited. He took a deep breath and asked, "Your Excellency, thank you for your praise, but I don't think I am a soul-thinking person. Although I am smarter than ordinary people,... I never know how to reconstruct knowledge, and I never know how to apply the knowledge I have learned."

"Then did your head hurt when you were thinking?" Chen Xiansong asked.

Roland thought for a while and shook his head: "That's not!"

Chen Xiansong had already confirmed that this person was indeed a soul-thought-minded person. After staying in this era for more than two years, he can now distinguish the difference between normal people and abnormal people. In fact, it is very simple, look at the eyes. Perhaps because of the restriction of thinking, the eyes of ordinary chimpanzees seemed very empty and very tidy. Unless he lived for decades and was almost an old monster, he could barely untie the limitations of thinking, but by that time, their eyes also became very turbid.

Roland's eyes were very clear and flexible, which was obviously different from normal people. Chen Xiansong didn't know why the other party was unwilling to admit his identity, and thought there was something unspeakable. He was too lazy to inquire. Then he asked: "|Now your soldiers are running away, and you are caught by me. Although I probably guessed the reason, I still want to ask more, why are you attacking us?"

"It's not me who wants to attack you, but my mistress." Roland said lightly: "As aide, I don't agree with attacking you. After all, we don't know your information at all. If you hit the iron plate... it's obvious that my guess is right."

Chen Xiansong smiled: "There is a mistress? It seems that you really don't know that you are a soul-thinking person."

Hearing Chen Xiansong repeatedly mention the word "Soul Thinker", Roland felt a little expectant, but reason still kept him calm. He was afraid that the other party was just playing with himself. Such things are very common. He has read many similar things in the book, and the winner played with the loser's heart. When he was tired of it, he would kill it.

"Your Excellency, stop joking me anymore." Roland said barely: "My command failed, and no matter how hard it is, my mistress can't let me go, and even my family can..."

"Your mistress is so fierce?" Chen Xiansong was a little surprised and curious: "And I saw that your command is quite good. It is not because of your loss, but because the two women in my family are too strong. Since you feel that you are dead, are you interested in following me? I am the soul-thinker of the Kingdom of Kate and the president of a branch. Now there is only one soul-thinker there, and I am a little too busy to do it."

In fact, he is busy, but as a natural person in the 23rd century, Chen Xiansong was used to leisurely life, but now he has become so busy in vain. After a long time, he can't stand it, so he wants to find someone to help. Of course, ordinary people can't help him, and he is reluctant to let Bai Qianxin and Bai Min do more work. When he saw Roland, although he was an enemy, he felt that he could recruit him.

Roland's eyes lit up, and then shook his head: "Thank you for your appreciation, but if I go with you, absolutely no one in my family can survive, but if I stay, it will be handled by the hostess. Maybe they still have a glimmer of life."

Hearing this, Chen Xiansong did not intend to persuade him again. He said, "Since that's the case, how about you take us to meet your mistress?"

Roland frowned: "Your Excellency, I cannot betray my master!"

"Don't rush to refuse." Chen Xian smiled: "You also see the motivation of our thing. And the most important thing is that I can be sure that your mistress is still in this city. It is not difficult to find her. Just find the local city lord. I have some "friendship" with the local city lord. I believe he is willing to tell me the whereabouts of your mistress. If I find it, I will not dare to protect the consequences, but if you take the initiative to take me there, I can do things according to the rules of the nobles."

The so-called aristocrats’ rules are to not abuse or punish after they are caught, and to allow the other party’s family to pay for the prisoners to redeem them. This is an unwritten rule among the nobles. Of course, obeying or not obeying is another matter.

Roland thought for a while and nodded in agreement. At this time, he suddenly became strange. It turned out that when he thought about things, he really didn't have a headache like other people. He had never paid attention to this because he didn't know what his thinking was different from other people's thinking.

Could it be that I am really a soul-thought-in-law? Such questions gradually took root in Roland's heart.

In the city lord's mansion, Barlow performed Phyllox with the best fruit wine and food in the city, but even so, when the latter tasted the fruit wine and food, he only tasted it lightly for one or two, and there was a trace of impatient disgust deep in his eyes. For the great noble family and who had always been pampering, Barlow used her to perform her food was so unpalatable.

Gently wiping her lips with the white silk from the Kingdom of Sedan, Phyrox said, "His Excellency Barlow, let's talk about the position of the lord!" Then she looked back at her three subordinates: "You leave here first, and wait until I ask you to come in."

The three male subordinates went down, and one of them stared at him with hatred before leaving, which made the latter feel very confused.

Barlow also took his subordinates back, and then he said, "Dear lady, now we can speak freely."

Generally speaking, there is definitely a very important thing to say when the nobles repel servants and meet in private. Barlow was also mentally prepared. In his opinion, although the woman Phyrox also valued the position of the city lord here, judging from her actions, she was not yet at the point of competing for the position of the city lord. Now that the two were talking in private, Barlow felt that he might have to pay a huge price to firmly hold the position of the city lord. After all, this woman knew at a glance that it was not easy to meet.

"You can speak freely." Phyrox stood up, and she slowly walked towards Barlow, stopped in front of him, and said, "Your Excellency, I'm very curious, how did you kill the predecessor lord? Perhaps, how did you convince others to kill the lord, and then hurriedly left without regard for reward."

Barlow felt a stern. He didn't expect that this woman had already found out her details in such a short time.

"And now, they are back." Phyrox smiled. She was already thirty-six years old and still had a charm. She walked behind Barlow and placed her slender hand on Barlow's shoulder: "I believe that if we hadn't come here, you would definitely put that ancient relics in and let them go. Do you think I was right?"

Balo had a cold sweat on his forehead, and he felt the slender hand on his shoulder as heavy as a mountain: "Ms., how is this possible!"

"It doesn't matter if it may not be possible!" Phylox's voice suddenly became charming. She put the jade hand on Barlow's shoulder slowly upwards, touched the man's slightly firm face, and then gently stroked it: "Many times, whether the position of the city lord belongs to you is in a moment."

When Barlow heard this, he felt relieved. He touched the slender hand on his face and asked, "So, what kind of decision should I make."

Phyrox walked back to Barlow, then slowly lifted up his skirt, revealing a pair of beautiful white legs. Then, in the man's surprised gaze, she straddled the man's thigh and then got up.

Barlow smelled a burst of fragrance, and his body was trembling... It was not how beautiful and attractive Filloc was, but how noble she was, but that her identity was very noble. He never expected that such a noble woman would sit on her thighs, and she was in such an ambiguous position.

"How should I make a choice!" Barlow asked in a hoarse voice. Phylox was not as beautiful as his wife, but now he felt that his blood was boiling. If he hadn't been concerned about the other party's identity and power, and the four hundred knights, he would have been very beastly.

"Two choices, one is to be mine, work silently for me, and I will give you enough rewards." Phyrox guided the man's hand to put between her legs. Barlow was surprised to find that the woman was actually in a vacuum.

"The other is... I scream now, and then you become a scum who intends to offend me." Phyrox laughed with a hint, his eyes as charming as hell: "I believe my husband will be happy to hang you in the Royal Plaza."

"It seems I have no choice." Barlow became bold and gently rubbed and twisted the woman's skirt with one hand.

Phelox snorted, she glared at Barlow, and then chuckled. The two of them hugged each other and began to rise and fall. Phelox was looking like he was reluctant to accept it, which made Barlow excited. About ten minutes later, Phelox suddenly jumped off Barlow, his movements were very sensitive, and the latter's face turned red. He said dissatisfied: "I haven't even..."

"I don't want to get pregnant, at least I don't want to get pregnant with your baby before you really become my person." Phyrox sorted out her clothes and said lightly: "So work hard. When I think you can become my person, I will naturally belong to you, and you don't think it's just a show."

Phyrox took out a crystal from his clothes and entered some elemental abilities. A picture was displayed on the eight edges of the crystal. A man was sitting and holding a woman doing something that was not suitable for children.

Barlow thought at first glance that the man was himself, and not to mention the woman, it was naturally Phyrox. Her posture of wanting to refuse but still waiting was in the crystal-not-clear picture, no matter how she looked, it seemed like she was struggling.

"You are actually a special elemental wizard." Barlow felt that he was on the pirate ship.

"You are not at a loss." Phyrox smiled, very proud: "I am the only female grandfather. I want to spend a good night with me. There are no three thousand and two thousand, including the king today, and my third man, so be proud."

"One is your husband, and the other is who is the other." Looking at the graceful Philox, Barlow was a little jealous.
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