He stared at Scott. An instinctive wave of embarrassment and panic made him want to look away, but the ensuing anger stopped him.

There are countless questions swirling in my head.

How did he know?

How much does he know?

Does he doubt him?

He sent someone to watch over him?

How many of his eyes and ears were in Lockburg?

Was it true that he only returned to Stonebucci when Bloomer died?

......

Should he defend himself, or should he accuse Scott of not being as honest with him as he promised? He didn't owe him anything, and he had no right to test him by throwing such questions unexpectedly, which was a trick they used to interrogate prisoners......

He saw the same anger in Scott's frozen eyes, churning beneath the ice.

They deceived each other...... More importantly, they gradually lost trust in each other. As friends who have fought side by side for many years, nothing is worse.

But before that sentence...... He was asking him, "Are you going to help me?"

He told him many secrets, but he unconsciously wrestled with the accusations hidden in this last sentence.

Probably still...... Because the heart is weak.

He never liked it, and he wasn't good at keeping secrets.

The paladin chuckled and leaned back lazily, suddenly calming down.

"That guy wasn't my friend. He said calmly, "You are." ”.

"Welcome, welcome! my dear friend. ”

Aaron Mancini enthusiastically opened his arms, "Sorry, it may not be comfortable here...... But I promise that the wine and food will be as delicious as ever. ”

“...... That's enough. Agnes tore off her veil and coldly threw him two words.

She looked around and was amazed at Mansini's audacity—he hadn't even left the upper town.

It was the residence of a small merchant, just two intersections from Mansini's original mansion, small and quiet in the shadow of the dying roses. The real owner complained to his wife as if he hadn't seen her at all as she walked through the living room, how hard he had worked, and how lavishly she had been...... It was funny and a little creepy to Agnes.

She had never underestimated Aaron Mancini, but he still gave her all sorts of "surprises" from time to time.

"You promised you wouldn't hurt Moira and her children!"

She roared angrily, remembering the bloody scene of a few days ago.

At this moment, Mancini did not have the silver-white staff in his hand, which made Agnes feel a little relieved...... But it wasn't enough for her to let her down.

She even wondered if she wanted to control her anger...... But no, she couldn't control it.

"I didn't hurt them at all. Mancini spread his hands with a look of regret, "I have to say, you really lack trust in me...... It's really sad. ”

Agnes glared at him fiercely. She didn't believe that Mansini's spell that night had been able to avoid Moira and June perfectly. She was forced to do so, and she still hadn't figured out how to explain it to Moira...... Moira had definitely heard the spell, but had not asked anything until now, which made Agnes even more uneasy.

She didn't believe it, she really didn't have the slightest suspicion - Moira wasn't as foolish as she used to be.

The way she looked at her made her flutter...... She was willing to give up everything, but she couldn't afford to lose her loved ones - if only she could have figured this out ten years ago.

"In any case, our purpose has been achieved. Mancini smiled and handed Agnes a glass of wine, shrugging his shoulders unconcerned when she impatiently refused, "Wait for His Majesty to return to Lockburg......

Agnes snatched the glass he hadn't had time to put down, and poured it down with a gloomy face.

"One more little thing, I hope you can do me a favor. Mancini looked at her, whispering, and laughing so hard that his eyes were crooked, "I wonder if you have any news of our moving, elusive necromancer lately?"

"She's not a necromancer. Agnes replied coldly, "I don't have any news of her—I have been so closely watched thanks to you, and I have managed to come out this time, where did I get any news?"

Moira had brought in several times as many people to "protect" her, and it would have taken her a lot of effort to avoid them completely.

"Please tell her......" Mancini continued with a smile as if she hadn't heard what she had just said, "she seems to have accidentally taken something that belongs to us...... But it doesn't matter, she can keep it. and ......"

He unconsciously lowered his voice: "That Venerable ...... I want to meet her. ”

Agnes raised an eyebrow in surprise.

“...... Lydia is not easy to deceive. "If you don't give her enough reason, she won't show up at all." ”

Mancini spread out his right hand and raised it in front of her.

"Give her this ......," he said, "she'll show up." ”

In the palm of his hand lay a small silver coin, which looked very old, so old that even the pattern on it had been blurred, and it could only be vaguely seen that it seemed to be ......

Dragon?

Agnes took the coin, and the more closely she looked at it, the harder it became, but the other side of the coin had a clearer design—it was the side of an elf.

"I'm not guaranteed to find her. She put away the silver coins with a cold face.

"Oh, you'll find it. Mancini seemed confident in her, but Agnes could hear the true meaning of the phrase - "You must find her."

Silently, she put her veil back on, hiding her eyes from the flames of rage, and turned away, even deliberately slipping through the still arguing couple.

They still don't exist as if she didn't exist.

When she opened the door, she was greeted not by the bright sunshine in the courtyard and the fragrance of flowers, but by another, more lively living room, with fragrant clothes and sideburns, laughter, fresh fruit on the long table, a faint smell of wine in the air, and the accumulation of ice cubes making the room cool as early autumn, and a young and handsome bard singing a heartwarming love song.

The ladies of Uptown love this kind of party...... She likes it too, for another reason.

Agnes curled the corners of her mouth in a self-deprecating manner.

"Agnes. Someone smiled and beckoned to her, "You must come over and hear this." ”

"I'm sorry, I think I have to go back. Agnes replied lazily, "I escaped from my dear sister, and it is better to go back before she finds out." ”

She casually greeted a few people she knew, and left Arend's white, castle-like mansion.

After she left, a petite maid opened the room where she had been for a short time, with her head bowed.

It was just a small rest room for the noble ladies to do things that were not very convenient to do in public. The maid quickly cleaned up, earnestly, not sparing even a withered petal on the carpet that had been swept in by the wind.

She picked up the petals, looked out the window again, and smiled slightly.

(To be continued.) )