The American strong and miserable villains always want to stick with me [Quick wear]

The killer named Morissa has lost contact with his lord.

In this era without network communication equipment, their usual contact method is a dull pigeon.

Fortunately, the piece of paper he pushed out through the window was just picked up by the dull pigeon, and before flying two steps, it was hit by an ice cube and fell straight down.

Who is so devoid of public morality, shooting birds indiscriminately? !

Silently, Morissa saw from the window a long, bony hand picking up the pigeon and moving it up the arm—it really was Goss's face.

After the ecstasy of meeting an old acquaintance in a foreign land faded away, he realized that Goss was probably the new doctor of the Duke of Field and the "Nurse Card" of Lord Eugene.

The same origin, the same unpredictable means, also appeared in Lord Eugene's external card slot.But there was only one question: why didn't he go to Eugene, but went to Field's men?Doesn't he know to hug the protagonist's thigh?

The system sent to monitor Morissa was equally speechless as the assassin pouted and looked out... oh, and his deformed face squeezed against the window.

It is almost an impossible task for him to pass through the room prepared for him. Even if he is proficient in the 206 bones of the human body and the location of the aorta of the heart, he still cannot punch open the frozen windows and unknown people in the low temperature. Doors made of precision metal casting.

This is the case.

This also meant that the poor assassin was imprisoned here in disguise.

Morissa crouched sullenly and peered over the edge of the window, and Goss caught the pigeon and said something cheerfully.

Relying on the knowledge of lip language in his mind, he read out that sentence: "Today... there are... pigeons... eat, I am grass!"

Morissa was so angry that he fell backwards.

Now his only hope is that the pigeon will be smart enough to swallow the secret paper, so that this Yinbi will not know what news he has passed.

That's not a good thing to say.

"There are pigeons to eat today!" Goss rushed to the study excitedly, holding up the semi-conscious pigeon and announced proudly.

The Duke took the dull pigeon naturally, stroked the fluff lightly with his pale fingers, then quickly lifted and clicked on the pigeon's neck, and easily took out a small square piece.

He said, "Canta pigeon? Then take it to the kitchen."

The sharp-eyed Goss was very unhappy: "Hey, don't think I didn't see it, what did you make? Show me."

The Duke spread out his palm graciously, but it was empty.

"What! Don't lie to me!" Goss ignored the pigeon and threw it on the chair.The man jumped up and grabbed Field's hand, and looked back and forth for several rounds, but couldn't find the small piece.

Reluctantly, Goss inserted his fingers into the Duke's and groped, but still found nothing.

He kept his fingers crossed with Field and kept shaking Field's hand: "Tell me, where are you hiding?"

Field looked at Goss pleading leisurely, and felt that it was almost done. He pulled his hand and let Goss sit on his lap facing each other.Then let go of one hand, first with the palm facing down, and then immediately open it.

The square object just now stood quietly on it.

Goss was caught in the embrace of the Duke lingering in the ice and snow, and he cried out unwillingly: "Is it magic? You are definitely hiding it in your sleeve, aren't you? I will definitely look through your clothes next time!"

The Duke refused to admit it, and said with a chuckle, "No, it's magic."

He slowly opened the secret letter Rubik's Cube, and saw a string of unclear words written on it.

Goss poked his head over and asked in confusion, "What is this, a string of gibberish characters?"

"No," the Duke lowered his eyelashes, showing a bit of iron-blooded coldness from the current angle, "This is a secret language, used to convey information on the battlefield."

Goss raised his eyebrows with interest and asked him, "Can you understand?"

"Yes." The Duke said lightly.

His mood pointer turned to the unhappy grid again.Because it says on the note:

Your healer is here in Field, quick strike.

Field's palms slowly tightened, and his knuckles turned blue-white due to the force.

Everyone who covets Goss should really know who he belongs to.

In the distance, Lord Eugene's high-profile luxury carriage and the two-headed lion flag flying high in front could be seen.Apparently, the killer who couldn't be contacted was attributed by Lord Eugene to incompetence, not his uncertain future.

They show off all the signs of identity with great fanfare, as if deliberately showing off their power and status.

It's a pity that the amazed scene he had imagined did not appear. The people in the north were cold and restrained. They ignored a proud and arrogant golden lion king, and even closed the doors and windows.

After all, a cold blizzard is far more to fear than a pompous lord.

The great lord Eugene, who was suffocated by no one on the way, just got out of the carriage, and gave Duke Field a slap in the face: he kicked the butler who was waiting at the door, and cursed viciously: "Trash! Don't get in the way!" It's an eyesore here!"

Goss, who was messing with Field's official documents with a pen on the second floor, raised his head, closed one eye, and glanced at Eugene at the door with the tip of his pen.

"Is he a dick?" Goss said.

"One wish, one wish to endure," the Duke stood up abruptly, put on a thick fur coat, and prepared to go to the living room, "I don't want you to meet him with me, but I know you won't be obedient, right? "

Goss showed his dimples and canine teeth: "That's right. You know me well now."

"Then let's go together." Field made an elegant "please" gesture among the nobles, inviting his black crow to go with him.

Goss dropped his pen and stood up, walked a few steps over to Duke Field's shoulder.

His casual appearance without the concept of superiors and subordinates is just what the Duke wanted.

There has been no one around Field who can talk to him for a long time.

Eugene looked at Field from far to near, squinted one eye, and looked at the Duke carefully with the other eye, and murmured: "Every time I see it, I still feel very unwilling... A sick man, unexpectedly born Leader traits, does he deserve it?"

The military strategist Naem stood quietly beside him, noncommittal.

"Your weak legs have finally come down, my old friend?" When Field approached, Eugene let go of his eyelids, seeing Field's pale face as usual, he couldn't help screaming.

Field didn't want to argue with him, but a lazy voice came from behind: "It's nothing compared to you coming from afar with those flat soles, respected Lord Eugene."

Lord Eugene has a pair of flat feet, which is no longer a secret to Alola Continent.But Goss might be the first one to taunt Eugene on the stage.

Eugene's face turned into a tomato, and it could be seen that he was trying hard to suppress his ferocious expression in front of Field to prevent himself from losing his composure. Unfortunately, the facial management was still a bit inadequate, and the final expression was half smile, half anger, which was abnormal. funny.

He gritted his teeth and asked, "Who are you?"

Goss didn't pay attention to him at all just now, and turned to stare at the narrator with a kind face and a mole between his brows after finishing a sentence.

After hearing this question, Goss managed to pay a little attention: "I am Field's exclusive doctor and I am responsible for his life."

The tone was solemn like an oath.

Field's fingers trembled slightly, and no one knew how he felt when he heard this sentence twice in his heart.

The first time he heard that someone was responsible for his life, he only found it interesting; but the second time he heard it, he already wanted to believe it.

It has to be said that Goss is the inspiration for him to let go of his depression and regain his courage after learning about Eugene's weird power and technology.

"Are you a doctor?" Eugene realized that this was most likely the nanny card in his card slot!

He narrowed his eyes and glanced at Goss, and quickly put away his hostility, showing a little hypocritical flattery: "How are your medical skills? Why didn't you come to my place? Field's conditions here are not as good as mine, are you sure?" Consider going to my place?"

The guards and servants next to him were silent for a while: This is a blatant poaching in front of the master's face, and the Duke is simply ignored!

The Duke sneered, his tone full of gunpowder: "I don't know what Lord Eugene thinks, how can you surpass me?"

Eugene snapped his fingers and began to talk about his achievements: "I have a vast territory, possess mysterious technologies that you don't know about, and I have at least three top confidants under my command, and,"

Eugene paused, winked desperately at Goss, and said proudly: "I know a grand and splendid era that you don't know."

Field turned his eyes to the military strategist Nehem who had been watching the situation quietly, and asked playfully: "The 21st century is the reason why you choose him? A prosperous era where people can follow the magic of fools unconditionally... I really am I'm getting more and more curious."

The expressions on the faces of Lord Eugene and the military adviser on the opposite side coincidentally showed cracks, and Eugene didn't even have time to get angry when the Duke called him a fool, and asked in shock, "How do you know about the 21st century?"

He pinned his eyes on Goss, pointed to Goss and said, "Did he tell you? This traitor! Even our time can be shared with lowly people!"

Goss smiled jokingly, raised his hands, and said, "I never told him anything... You are a fool yourself, so don't take everyone else as a fool."

Field didn't want to talk nonsense with Eugene anymore, it would make him feel like his IQ was being insulted.He waved his hand, and a group of resolute, tall and mighty soldiers immediately drew their long swords and surrounded Eugene and his party.

"What do you mean... I also have an army." Eugene bluffed.

Field watched him being escorted into a separate room, and kindly sent him a piece of advice: "But I can prevent you from flying a single pigeon. Pray that your army will find out about your misfortune as soon as possible."

"The show is about to begin~" Gosby made a "yeah" gesture.

The Duke looked at the mess left behind, and his hard-soled boots slowly stepped on the fallen golden two-headed lion banner.

"No one dares to compete with the sun..." Goss looked up at the black-and-white snake flag standing in the manor, with a look of novelty and anticipation, as if he was watching the beginning of a gorgeous storm, "If the night wants to What about banishing Sunday?"