The tall, pale man was undoubtedly Tren—but Fitney called out his other name, his real name. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

"Why do you think so?" Tren, or rather Grutt, said in that familiar tone of indifference.

"I never think explanations are unnecessary, I always like to convince people, is that a bad habit?" Fitney looked up at Grutt.

Gurrett paused: "Maybe it's a virtue. ”

"I am very grateful that you may say this--I think you have already understood my character, and think that I am a blind and kind girl--I will not reject these defects in my character, but I shall say that I have another character of which I am proud," said Fitney, who is not hasty and skillful, "I am not a man who has a favor that I can sometimes tell what is a favor - you may be kind to me, but who knows that it is the beginning of some kind of use?" ”

Her ears echoed the words Astolfo had spoken to herself as he was about to disappear.

"Gee, you can't say things that don't matter - you have to say things that matter. I learned some interesting things when I was looking for you. ”

"The professor who wanted to save you seemed to want to control Helis directly - I saved her, but maybe there will be another time."

"The thick dark aura on his body is really something that people will never forget."

From the beginning, she didn't believe in this kindness.

"Respectable Professor Tren, but are you Professor Tren or not? The late alchemy professor - but it was like a different person, even if the change was very subtle...... You stole the Secret Society's bow and arrows and daggers, hoping that I, who hated Eddard, would use this hatred to lock him up - why are you so jealous of him and use me? Fitney continued, "Ah...... It must be that I'm too weak, and Ed is able to threaten you - or rather, one of your original goals was to kill the people of the Duchy of Ansendir - so it's not hard to imagine who asked you to come here, right? You who are at the service of the Duchy of Ansendir at this time. ”

Gurret's movements did not change, and he listened quietly to all this.

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"Damn it......" Ed squinted at the battlefield that had been transformed by Fitney's summoners, and his expression was very gloomy - but this gloom was something Alva had never seen before.

Alva didn't speak, he looked at his enemy intently, distanced himself from him, chanted the incantation - Ed's reaction changed, he was no longer the passive dodge, perhaps because of anger, he flicked his arm quickly, and those strong waves of magic power were generated from him.

Ed's steps were calm, but his furious momentum grew stronger and stronger—Alva was forced to retreat by the flickering dark blue light in his hands, and a thin layer of cold sweat appeared on his forehead.

"Why resist? You worthless garbage deserve to die here! Make this place my glorious page of pen and ink! Why be clever! That irritability made Alva's control of his magic more and more difficult.

Starlight had to outnumber the Shadows, and things seemed to be getting better in Starlight's favor - but not with Ed and Alva.

Boom!

Alva was hit by an inadvertent shot, he staggered against the Giant's Gate, Ed unceremoniously pinched his collar - it was hard to imagine that the man who didn't look athletic had such strength, and then Alva was slammed against the wall - he could only gasp as he slipped to the ground.

"It's over, Alva." A hint of sarcasm appeared on Ed's face, and he took out his dagger and raised it high, aiming it at Alva's chest, "No matter how hard your disgusting society tries, it's still not as talented as someone with talent!" ”

"Don't!" Wendy and the crowd walked forward, her eyes never off Alva, and when she saw this, she screamed in pain and passed out - Ingrid held her up in time, and looked at the other side with a worried look on her face, and her expression changed to surprise.

"What...... What the? Ed was surprised to see a sharp blade piercing his abdomen, and he could see the blood-stained blade that had fallen on Alva's clothes, and he was also surprised.

"My stupid brother." A cold voice came from behind him, and it was clearly Ed's - "Ed" had been stabbed in the abdomen, and when the sword was withdrawn from his body, his body was slightly bent, allowing Alva to see the man standing behind him.

The familiar dark blue coat, Ed's dark blue eyes are looking at the "brother" in front of him - Morton? Ansendil - his eyes were full of pity.

Alva grew more and more amazed - he saw Morton in front of him, his face changing constantly, and then he changed into a different kind - the domineering Morton Ansendil.

"Why? Why am I not in the Starlight Court, where I am clearly under control, about to be tried by that damn court and stripped of all magical powers - just like my poor mother? Ed's face was full of sarcasm, "Are you really ugly like this, because you're afraid of me?" Fear that my equally stupid father will strip you of your inheritance? But if you don't mess with me, you may still be able to live your aristocratic life at this time. ”

"No...... No ......" Morton's face was a face of extreme fear until it twisted.

Ed took two steps back, and the sword stabbed into his brother's body again, once, twice...... Alva could feel the warm blood spill over a giant's door.

The smell of blood is not as shocking as the fact that brothers are killing each other.

"Ahhhh I will curse you! Forever! Curse a demon like you who will die a thousand times more ugly than me! 10,000 times! Abandoned by everyone! Morton seemed to feel the cruelty of this ending, and he shouted desperately!

"To hell with your pride, Morton." Ed sneered and stomped on Morton, causing him to fall to one side, his eyes filled with disbelief and deep hatred.

Ed glanced at the corpse and turned his head—two steps forward to find the speaker in the farthest distance.

"What's that?"

"Oh my God......"

"Where did they come from?"

Not far away, ghostly soldiers, all heavily armed, heavy helmets, armor, and a heavy shield wrapped in iron on their left hand, and at the same time holding a spear in their hands - with the oppressive knights, they walked forward in order, they passed through the students, really like ghosts, but their spears easily pierced the black shadows, and the black shadows could not do any damage to this powerful team.

Overwhelming.