ps:I didn't update the last three days because of the monthly exam.,Saturday and Sunday to go to cram school.,There's basically no time to write a novel.,Plus there's more than 20 days to go to the final exam.,The final exam or something is really annoying.,I'm going to put the novel aside for a while after this week.,I'm going to work hard to review and go to orz.。

Somewhere in a slum in Cairo, Egypt, inside the castle of Dior-

When Granny Naia learns of the failure of the stand-in messengers she has sent out before, she blames them for their incompetence while also feeling a connection from another close relative.

Granny Naia's eyes widened, her pupils unusually wide, and in the dark and deep pupils, like clips from a camera, slowly played the tragic appearance of her son, J. Kyle, being tortured by Polunarev with ten thousand swords through the heart.

"Ah...... Ah......h......h

This is the end of the play after J. Kyle is impaled in the face by the silver chariot, and Granny Naia reacts as bright red blood floats through her mind, but there are a few more holes in her face.

The holes burst out at the end of the memory, and they were still in the same position as where J. Kyle had been stabbed, and Granny Naia wailed and endured the pain on her face.

"My son...... Just died...... My intuition sensed through the connection between mother and child, the unfortunate ...... that happened to my son"

There were more and more holes in her face, and her hands were inevitably damaged, and in a short time blood spurted out, and the sharp pain caused Granny Naia to cry out like a broken throat.

"Ahh!!!h

There was no one around, and Dio went back to her room to rest, and in the castle, there was only the screams and cries of Granny Naia, and the deserted castle listened to her complaints, but in response to Granny Naia, there was only a slight rumor, which seemed to mock Granny Naia's misfortune.

"My poor son, you were wounded like this and then you died, I have the same wounds as you, and I feel the same pain as you...... For the sake of Lord DIO, you died in battle, even though you are still honored!"

Complaining about all the misfortunes of the world with a crying voice, and as if to blame death for not taking her son, Granny Naia fell to her knees, and it was pitiful that she was suddenly so badly injured in her old and old body.

"But...... The people who killed a child like you with a pure heart must have done a very despicable thing to you, right?"

Granny Naia stiffened up, ignoring the bleeding wound, and rushed out with a cane in her hand, her eyes bloodshot and her angry expression engraved on her face.

"I'm going to make them pay the most terrible price!Empress's card! Use your stand-in ability to cocoon enemies little by little, don't give them a chance to breathe, and get moving!

The cry turned into a horrible shrill laugh, and the door was slammed open and then slammed shut, but Granny Naia's laughter still lingered in the castle, and there was an eerie aura everywhere.

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Abdel and Polunarev joined Joseph and the others with their wounds, and then the group left the wanderer area and returned to the city to heal.

Polunarev was bandaged except for his chest, lower body and head, while Abdel was finished with a few band-aids, and the severity of the injuries was clearly the most severe for Bobo.

"Polunarev, are you really okay?" Abdel looked at the tight bandages on Polunarev's arms, and felt a little distressed.

"It's okay, since I've avenged my sister, I'm naturally in a good mood, these injuries are nothing, hahahahahaha~"

Polunarev showed a relieved smile, natural laughter and cute face, if she was born without a stand-in, if her sister had not met J. Kyle, then Polunarev is just an ordinary girl, living a simple and peaceful life in France, living happily with her sister, but fate is so bad, it seems to have been predestined a long time ago, it is a pity.

"The smile is good, but it's a little less girly. ”

Ragnar naturally complained about all the words in his heart, which attracted Polunarev's opinion: "Clam? Jotaro, don't talk so much, you've always been so cold, you won't find a girlfriend." ”

"......" Ragnar remained silent.

"Although I don't have the youth of a girl, I also have feelings!" Polunarev proudly showed off the curve of his waist, except for a part of the endless plain, it was full of a little charm, "Look, isn't it very feminine~"

"......" Ragnar remained silent.

Hanakyoin couldn't stand it, so he hurriedly pushed Polunarev, who was self-intoxicated, away, and then went out with his arm around Ragnar.

"What, he doesn't even have a little aesthetics, he deserves to masturbate for the rest of his life. Polunarev grumbled with a small pout.

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After getting in their mood, the five decide to take the train to Cairo, Egypt, and in the process of finding their way, they meet the stand-in messenger they last encountered, Holhos.

"I'll ...... Why are you so unlucky today?" Horhus frowned, it was a fluke to escape before, but this time it was five people on the same route at the same time, and it was difficult to leave alive.

"I didn't expect to see you again, are you ready to go to hell?" Polunarev summoned the silver chariot, and pointed his sharp sword at the terrified Horhaus.

"......Shh Thirty-six Tricks Ahead!" Horhus began to realize that he really couldn't beat them, and he had to gamble no matter what, a bet that he could escape safely in the face of oppression.

"Don't try to run. "Hanakyoin summoned the Emperor's Green, and the turquoise tentacles quickly wrapped around Horhos's thighs.

"Hmm!" Horthes fell and ate his skirt, and his skirt fluttered in the wind, and he saw the white bloomers under his skirt.

"I want to run away after pretending to beep, you think you are Zhao Ritian. Polunarev stepped forward and sneered.

"Damn...... Is Uncle Ben hung up like this? Unwillingly......"

Holholas pounded the ground with one hand and was about to lament the shortness of life when something unexpected happened.

The black-haired woman in the long red dress threw herself away from Polunarev and turned back to Horhose and said, "Lord Horhors, please leave and flee quickly!"

Holholas hesitated for a moment, then fled the city without saying a word.

"Hey, what are you doing!" Polunarev was a little unhappy.

"Those who dare to hurt Lord Horhus are unforgivable!" the black-haired woman still refused to let go of Polunarev, like a firm lock, holding on to her whole body.

"This young lady, there must be some misunderstanding in this, please let her go, as for the matter of Horhus, we will make it clear to you in detail on the way, it looks like you are the kind of rich child......" Joseph gently pulled away the hand of the black-haired woman, and persuaded very gently.

“…… Lord Horhoss is not the bad guy you say he is!"

"Don't be in a hurry...... Let's hurry up and get going, time waits for no one. Joseph picked up the black-haired woman, and inadvertently, a small needle popped out of the black-haired woman's skin and pierced into the skin of Joseph's arm, but Joseph did not feel pain, as if nothing had happened, and she did not notice the existence of the small needle.

Letting the black-haired woman walk in front, Joseph realized that it was a little itchy, and after scratching it a few times, it was still as usual, and he raised his arm to take a closer look, and it turned out to be a small pimple, like a bag bitten by mosquitoes.

"Strange, are there mosquitoes here?" Joseph's face was full of doubt, but he had not been on the road long before he had let his guard down.