[15th of the Queen's Month of '19, Dryden, early morning.] Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info】

Dick—this seemingly ordinary servant, even though he was known to have been Grede's servant, all of this did not add much to his fame and gain for him—was Grede's servant? So what? A nobleman will have many servants. Not to mention the fact that it was a man who was already about to be forgotten. He looked so ordinary—except for a special experience that made him look physically fit, he was characterless. His master at this time is named Fitney? Freyton, a dazzling and strange new star.

Early in the morning, holding a long paper bag wrapped in brown paper, he stepped on the morning mist, and his steps were fast and steady, and the 36th street in front of him came towards him, getting closer and closer to him.

He stopped in front of the door, his hand slowly resting on the doorknob, and suddenly, he turned his head slowly—the sound of rustling in his ears made him look into the grass beside the door.

He put his hand pulley on the doorknob and walked towards the grass.

[On the 15th day of the month of the Empress in 718, Aesop Forest, night. 】

It's a humble wooden hut – it looks like it. Inside, a warm light burned in the fireplace - two figures, a man and a woman, were elongated in such light.

The women are gorgeous, and the men have serious expressions.

"Lornais, Lornais! Have you figured out how you're going to fight those hateful people? Use fire, use fire! With silverware, with sunshine! "Dracula—a beautiful woman whose mental illness never seemed to get better, crazy, passionate—was noisy in Frader's eyes.

"Shut up – Mademoiselle needs to be under a lot of pressure." Vlad would not be polite to a derivative, a person who was not expected by himself, his tone was cold, "The nobles of the Luther Kingdom have existed for a long time, and the influence of the Holy See is immeasurable, just like my lord - although I don't approve of this matter, I support everything that Miss has to do." ”

"To debunk the misery that maidens need to face, and to profess their loyalty—this is also a lovely form of fraud, and, of course, of men's—Lornay, do you want to know what the lady uses to deceive?" Dracula's steps were blithered, and she walked behind the girl sitting in a chair in front of the fireplace, bent down, and wrapped her arms around her pale slender neck, "It's affection." ”

Flad frowned.

"A reliable husband is more important than everything else – he can only lift the knife he hides when he is standing firm. That's for sure, isn't it? Dracula's voice seemed illusory, "This is the age, hateful and hateful, so get close to them in their way and kill them - we're not naïve children, are we?" ”

[14th of the Queen's Month, 719, Dryden, night]

Dryden has taverns, but it's very different from the rest of the world, like two different places.

It is said that there are not many people, only one, and the people who come here are not adventurers at all, most of them are servants of various families, and this is their place of pastime—no matter how busy they are, there should always be such a pastime.

"Did you hear that? Tomorrow, right? ”

"It's tomorrow."

"Ha, the first countess."

"What did your master say?"

"Shh......h These things can't be said casually. They couldn't change it because there was another rumor. ”

A small boy passed them, his footsteps pausing slightly in the crowd of speakers—we knew the face well, his name was Elliott.

The look on Elliott's face was a mixture of awkward calmness and actual awkwardness. He paused slightly, then walked forward quickly, his movements a little hurried.

When he finally calmed down and brought the drink he wanted from the front desk to the table and sat down, involuntarily, he heard those voices again.

"Of course she's going to be queen...... Because it's not threatening, that's what my master said, and it's almost a sure thing. ”

"And recently ......"

Elliott's face became paler, and he seemed to try to convince himself, but there was nothing he could do - his hands clenched tightly into fists, shaking uncontrollably.

No one noticed the servant who was about to get out of control.

Until a huge shadow hung over his head, and he almost didn't react.

"Mr. Elliott." The man stood in front of him, dressed in a wide trench coat and a large hat that almost covered his face—Elliot looked up at him, and could see his eyes glowing faintly.

Elliott's face changed dramatically, and he immediately stood up, his knee hitting the edge of the table, causing a dull sound to resound through the tavern, and some people couldn't help but look this way.

"Shhhh The man gestured, and the words made Elliott break out in a cold sweat, "But my mission today is not to kill you—you can rest assured." ”

"What do you want to do?" Elliot looked at him waryly.

The man slowly bent down, the shadow widening in Elliott's eyes, and then the pupils in his eyes narrowed dramatically.

"It can't be!" He said coldly.

"Sure enough...... You haven't changed at all. Elliott surprised Elliot in the shadows, "The stupid sense of justice - I can't help but change my mind at this point. ”

"What are you going to do?!" Elliott took a step back, he couldn't possibly forget the fear this man had brought him.

"Kill you." The voice was as cold as ever.

[14th of the Queen's Month, 719, Dryden, late at night]

Fitnair sat on the edge of the bed, she had little land, and at this time she had not slept, but continued to look at the book "Memoirs of Mr. Winchett" by Adez - she had little admiration for people, but such people did exist, and there were not many of them, and Adez was the most special one among them.

That's a hard way to define it.

Suddenly, the muzzle of a gun was pressed against her head—the black barrel that suddenly appeared, and the person who began to fade from the barrel—and the boy looked at Fitney with a smile on his face.

"Are you disappointed in me too?" The sound of the pages rustling - Fitnair remained expressionless.

Lexington's expression was smiling, and they froze for a moment, then he said, "Cancel the contract, my master." ”

He advocates freedom, and his current owner is the girl in front of him, whose name is Fitney? Freton.

"Okay." Fitney did not hesitate.

"It's surprisingly refreshing—then I'm interested in helping you with one more thing." "After all, it's hard to make such a request." ”

"It doesn't matter." Fitney said slowly, I can't respond to your expectations, it's my fault.

"Actually, the people in this system will be almost as good as the ideas you advocate."

"For example?"

"Try to impress me with your new request, haha." Lexington sat down on the ground, "Time is running out." ”