Chapter 610
"Ms. Ayn Rand, is there anything wrong?"
In the silent midnight, Ariel sitting in front of the bed was holding a wine glass and tilted Both feet looked towards the little wizard who walked into his room, and there was another wine glass already filled on the table. As if waiting for a long time.
"Loren …Loren, where did he go?"
The little wizard didn’t care about the name of the other person and the triumphant smile at the corner of her mouth, a glimmer of her eyes flashed not knowing what to do Worry, hands subconsciously clenched into fists.
After learning from Lucien that Loren and the boy named "Asriel" disappeared at the same time, she had a vague premonition, and instinctively felt that the girl in front of her must know the answer, so He ran over without saying a word, without even saying hello.
"Are you asking me, or did you know the answer a long time ago?"
Ariel smiled and opened her eyes, with unabashed cunning and playful crookedness. Head.
"So...he really went to attack the caravan..."
Remembering the words that he deliberately avoided when he asked Charles, the little wizard looked a little pale and frowned. Yu was speechless for a while: "He, Loren...how could he be like this..."
"Well, what can't you do?" Ariel asked with a smile: "At the expense of life and personal honor or disgrace. , To protect the safety and power of the Torino family... Is there anything that can be blamed for such a man worthy of trust?"
"But Charlotte, she..."
"Xia Lot Torino needs to understand that her will can never be superior to Loren."
Smiled and walked towards the shocked little wizard, the petite Ariel was lying on her bare feet with bare feet. On Ai Yin's shoulder, the quiet voice touched the pink earlobe:
"Dear Ai Yin, don't you understand...this woman, she is your real threat and enemy! "
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"Boom————!!!!!!"
Dang Jin red When the fire and loud noise came from a forest not far away, the entire camp was panicked.
The caravan servants who were awakened from their dreams covered their mouths with horror. The camp was full of chaos, running and collision, and the bustling noises.
"Quiet——!"
Dame's roar resounded abruptly, echoing above the camp!
Shirel Lightrange, whose face suddenly changed, pulled out the two-handed sword behind his back and raised it above his head, loudly shouted again:
"Silver blood! Line up, alert. ——!"
There was a dead silence in an instant.
In the next second, the wandering Knights of the Silver Blood got up one after another, pulled out their weapons and fully guarded them, tacitly surrounded the campsite according to their respective configurations, and filled the crossbow arrows with the bonfire.
Just two commands that are too simple to be simpler. In just two to three minutes, the entire camp has been waiting for it, and the atmosphere is solemn, even the Chamber of Commerce servants who were panicked. They also took out their own weapons and organized them behind the wandering Knights.
Although these people are only servants of the Chamber of Commerce, the caravans on the move will be equipped with weapons self-protection, especially bows and crossbows are never lacking-close combat may be unrealistic , But it can turn any wild beast who dared to approach into a hedgehog.
Dame's face sank as water as he watched the light gradually dissipating in the forest in the distance.
How could Robin of Elman, the always reserved but exquisite and powerful Knight, be in this place...
"Hey... really a group of excellent people Wandering Knight."
The young man at the campfire exaggerated with an exaggerated expression, but then he sighed with a "lost": "But looking at the position of the fire, the Big Brother named Robin probably already The bones that were blown up are gone? What a pity, he's a good man..."
"Clang--!"
The big sword of a person's height fell on the face. , Smashed into the mud less than ten centimeters in front of Asriel; the chopped hair was scattered in the wind, and the boy's mouth was still smiling innocently.
"How much do you know?!"
Shirel's look is savage, and the appearance of her gnashing teeth makes her beautiful face slightly distorted.
"Is the big elder sister asking me?" Asriel tilted her head and blinked her innocent eyes: "It's so strange...what you know tomorrow morning, why should you ask Asriel? ?"
Dame's eyes flashed with astonishment.
He found...No, did he know it from the very beginning? !
"I met a lost boy in a deserted forest. All the coincidences in this world are caused by my own ignorance. Of course, the big elder sister is not such an ignorant person... Yes, you'save it.' Asriel understood all of this from that moment, except that he still had the selfish calculations of beating somebody at their own game in his heart."
Asriel said, looking at Dame leisurely:
"What you didn't guess is that I will take the initiative to confess everything to you...right, Shirell Lightrange's elder sister?"
Shirell was speechless for a while.
She knew that the young man in front of her was very smart, but she never expected him to be so smart...didn't expect that he could say this kind of thing, it's almost...
"It's not like what a'child' can say... It's true, you'adults' are really easy to guess."
Asriel shook his head and cocked his mouth playfully: "But... It's actually an accident that things will turn out like this..."
An accident?
"Asriel did not intend to expose the goal. After all, people have no interest in this matter from the very beginning, and they are forced to come out specially... It is always difficult to refuse the request of a good friend. Yes, right?"
"But obviously,'he' has already become impatient with Asriel's passive sabotage... He has just used such a gorgeous appearance to expose his identity... No The way."
Looking at a young man whispering to himself, like a teenager who was complaining, Dame suddenly began to not knowing what to do.
The sound of intermittent fighting has been heard outside the camp, indicating that the tragic fighting has begun... I am afraid that it will not take long before a tide of enemies will launch a raid on the camp, right?
The clash of swords, the sound of fighting...The brothers of the silver blood are resisting the enemy's attack with difficulty.
And all this is due to my own mistakes, believe oneself infallible want to beating somebody at their own game, borrow the bait laid by the other party to lure each other, let them relax their vigilance, in the Copper of Silver Blood The Wall Iron Bastion hit his head and broke blood.
Shirel Lightrange clenched her teeth, she didn't even dare to look directly at the young man's scornful and ironic gaze.
"Really a beautiful and smart big elder sister, Asriel really doesn't want to hurt you if possible." The young boy regrets shook the head:
"Unfortunately, you are not smart enough. …No, it should be that your vision is too narrow and restrict your thinking."
"You..."
The moment Dame draws his sword, the young man’s right hand I pinched the blade; the thick spine of the sword was as fragile as white paper under his "weak" palm, and it broke from the center with a "pa!"
The moment the horrified Shirell saw the young boy's scarlet pupils, his cold body seemed to freeze completely!
"I said, I don't want to hurt you, big elder sister." The corners of the boy's pale cheeks were curved into a crescent-like arc, and the sword blade cut through his delicate palms, and blood flowed out. Unconsciously:
"By tomorrow, the people of Scarlet Blood Castle and even Byrne will only know that on this moonless night, a terrifying vampire attacked the camp; and the heroic silver blood The Knight regiment choose honor over life, in order to complete their mission, they fought to the last moment and sacrificed all."
"You are just an unworthy pawn in the struggle between the Torino family and Governor Byrne. That's it, but it's an obstacle that dear Loren must remove...Asriel can only make you die like a hero, let the prestige of the silver blood last forever, so that your beauty will not wither after you die."
"Then, the beautiful big elder sister......"
Asriel smiled, the blood-stained right hand raised the hilt, little by little, slowly, forcibly put Shirell The tip of the Broken Sword sword in her hand was aimed at her own throat, and she did not notice that she "accidentally" twisted Dame's wrist and fingers:
"Farewell."
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