"Who the hell are you?" Fitney looked at Wicker, his eyes no longer ordinary brown in the moonlight, but their original blue-purple. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Wicker was stunned, not just stunned by those eyes.

Even though it was a pair of powerful eyes—especially with the silver sea behind them, and the tiny shimmer of silver falling into her eyes, making the clear blue-purple lake seem to contain a myriad of things—those who tried to see the world were unconsciously drawn to it.

Without these eyes, Fitney might just be an ordinary girl.

Sometimes, it's undeniable that having a certain quality makes a whole difference.

What's more, those star-filled eyes are fixed on you—the only thing you can see clearly in the world in those eyes is your own reflection—as if there is a warm current flowing through your body. It's hard to resist.

"I ......," Wicker said a word, as if hesitating.

The unicorn rubbed Fitney's palm with intimacy in his movements—when Fitney didn't respond, it sensed something different in the atmosphere, raised its head, moved its ears, and blinked its pretty eyes at the same time.

What does this Wicker have to do with the Wicker I knew before? Fitney is convinced that there is some connection between this.

She wanted to know the answers.

"I'm Wicker." Wickel paused, then smiled gently, "Your friend." ”

This meant that Fitney could not get the crucial answer - behind it was a magnificent picture that some people had been looking for all her life, not only to "see such a picture" that made her need to thank Wicker, but also because he had always helped her - if he and Wicker whom Fitney had known in the past were two people, then both would have been immeasurable in helping him.

It would be too much to ask...... Fitnair withdrew his gaze from Wicker, and the warmth flowed from him little by little.

Wicker breathed a sigh of relief, and his gaze followed Fitney, watching her turn her head away from her face - she seemed to have given up on the inquiry, taking it for granted that she should not relax for a minute when encountering such a view.

"Are you leaving?" Both of them stopped talking, and after a moment, Fitney was the first to speak.

"Well, I'm going back to Hrulando—there's going to be more work in the next few months." Wicker nodded.

"Take care." Fitney said.

Wicker smiled, glanced at Fitney under the moon, and then turned his head to stand side by side with her, intently admiring the view.

At this time, Fitney had let go of the doubts in his heart—the uncertain questions at this time really did not need to be entangled in his heart any longer.

Using the master's skill called [Piercing Eye], she was given an interesting idea by the strange silver sea......

They were not the only ones in the forest at this time, of course—a rustling sound sounded not far away, a certain distance from where Fitney was, and therefore did not attract their attention.

A man appeared in the forest - someone who was very "familiar" with Fitney.

The black-haired boy, his eyes and coat were a deep dark blue—if the silver sea and Fitney's eyes were compared to the peculiar surface of the sea, the boy's eyes and his coat had the color of the deep sea—though this depth was also immense, but everywhere it was a danger to be alarmed.

Ed Ansendil.

He walked in the forest in the middle of the night, this is the real, night forest, the silence heralded danger, and even the sound he made when he walked on the road made people fearful.

No one knows why he was in the forest at this time.

Eddard didn't have a light, only a fist-sized white light floating around him—a dangerous thing to do, making it easier for enemies in the forest to see him, and he couldn't see what was going on in the darkness.

"Hmph." He stopped abruptly and let out a cold snort.

There is no silver sea, no kind friends—only quiet woods and enemies.

Brush-!

Something approached - an assassin with all his speed and strength, and the target was the boy who had stopped in the forest!

Ed leaned back slightly, the knife slicing a white light through the darkness - for a moment reflecting Ed's pale face - the assassins had made a lot of preparations to deal with Ed, because they were all armed with iron weapons that were least affected by magic.

The so-called talent for using magic is not only able to manipulate magic more, but also has some kind of priority - like the rules in the kingdom of Luther, it is often collected in the name of the king, and when the national tax is collected, the nobles can only tax their own territory - the tax is regarded as manipulation of magic, Ed is like a king, he can control magic first.

Similar to Fitney, mage enemies pose the least threat to them.

These men who were ordered to kill Ed were well aware of this, so they carried iron weapons and wanted to deal with him in the forest.

"It's really ......," Ed said, dodging another knife attack at him, "stupid." ”

At this time, he missed Fitney very much.

Ed recalls what had happened in the past few days, and felt a deep sense of tiredness welling up in his heart.

"That little girl is stupid, but she's a little self-aware—and you ......," Eddard's voice rang out in the darkness again, and as he finished speaking, the light around him suddenly vanished, "I've been bored lately...... I just want to see how the 'he' who has been trying to kill me can grow, but it's really getting more and more ...... It's boring...... It's so boring that I want to crush him sooner. ”

Rustling......

The targets that disappeared from the darkness were the assassins, who realized something was wrong.

Ed did it on purpose - he knew what the assassins who understood their "weaknesses" were trying to do, but he deliberately gave them the best circumstances to assassinate.

"You inquired about my magical talents, but not about me...... In fact, I hate the demon law the most. At this moment, one of the assassins felt a chill behind him, and although he quickly turned around, he felt a cold voice "sticking" behind him!

Boom!

The light that surrounded Ed reappeared, revealing him standing in front of a tree, holding a short sword in his hand—the hilt of the short sword was inlaid with dark blue gems, and the sword had looming words on its body.

At this time, the dagger was stained with blood - he was standing at the same time next to the body of an assassin.

"Go back and tell your master, and kill me in a different way." With graceful movements, he pulled a white handkerchief from his pocket and slowly wiped his dagger - I don't know when he had put on a pair of white gloves.

The rest of the assassins receded like a tidal wave.