What Turner wanted to hide was seen through at a glance, and the calm smile on Miss Audella's face gave him some kind of premonition. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Miss, let's get out of here quickly." Push the ominous thought out of your head, Turner said.

"Where can you go if you leave here?" Audrey looked calm.

"Back to Innis City, of course." Turner said, "Lord must still be worried about you." ”

Listening to Turner's words, the corners of Audrey's lips slowly showed a smile: "You don't know my father, Turner. The joy of reuniting with her daughter won't last long, but the stain on the Tagger family will take years to wash away. I used to be his pride, but that pride was about to fade away—but at least I couldn't become his disgrace. ”

"Lord Targer, he wouldn't think so......"

Of course he wouldn't think so, but the thought would always haunt him. When drinking tea, going to a banquet, and talking about business, whenever there is a hint of relaxation, this thought will unconsciously churn in my heart. Calculating gains and losses has long been an instinct for members of the Tagle family, and if I return home, my father will be trapped in guilt and self-torture for the rest of his life fighting against this thought. ”

Glancing at Turner, who was in a state of silence, Audella continued: "The marriage with the Kaile family is no longer possible, but the interests of the Tagger merchant group still need to be considered. If that fiancé of mine escaped on his own, the Kellers would always have to give Tagger some explanation. Even if the marriage goes bankrupt, I am afraid that the deal I negotiated will not be able to be recovered again - this is my return to the family. At this point, she looked at Turner and had a somewhat mischievous smile on her face: "Do you think I'm more cheesy than when we first met?" ”

Although full of sadness, Turner couldn't help but be taken back to the yard where the smell of begonia flowers wafted everywhere on that warm afternoon with Audella's words. It was a romantic encounter between a guard and his master's fiancée. It's hard to say for sure whether there has been a budding relationship between them, but one thing is for sure, whenever they reminisce about that encounter, the corners of their mouths will always be slightly hooked.

The chuckle didn't last long, however, as Turner quickly thought of Audrey's previous words, the determination that was hidden behind her words. He felt something about to slip out of his palm.

"You can come home with me!" Turner tried to combat the irretrievable powerlessness in his heart: "If you want, we can start a new life." ”

It was the first time Turner had expressed his heart, and he saw Audrey's body tremble, but quickly regained her composure.

"What if...... If you had ...... earlier" Audrey's voice was softer than ever, her voice was small, but it quickly grew louder: "You really should start a new life, but not with me, but with Miss Alain. ”

She smiled and looked at Turner's face: "There is one thing I have never told you, the book that Mr. Andrew sent you, and after reading it, I sent it to your father on my own initiative. Soon after, I received a letter from your father and Alain, and I knew that you would never reply, so I went out of my way to help you reply. Your father won't let me tell you, but until his last letter before his death, he cared for you and was proud of you. ”

Turner was surprised by the sudden news, but after the shock, he couldn't help but feel a pang of comfort. For several days, he had been tormented by the harshness of his heart. At this moment, his scarred heart was finally soothed. Tears slowly overflowed from his eyes.

But the man who brought him comfort in front of him was determined to perish.

Audella glanced up at the window, the dark night had already covered the entire inner city. Under the influence of hypnotic drugs, it is quiet outside.

"If you meet Carroman in the future, remember not to tell him about me." Audrey said calmly.

Is this as revenge? Or is it a small punishment? Turner had no intention of thinking about these things, and the girl in front of him was already saying goodbye to him. He wanted to open his mouth to keep it, but he didn't know how.

Tears had already covered his face, and he knew he couldn't shake Audrey's resolve no matter what.

"Miss......" Turner was already sobbing as he choked and held out his hand to Audrey.

Audella walked up to him and gently wiped the marks from his face with her sleeve. With a touching smile on her face, she put her head in his ear and whispered something.

Ciel didn't hear what Audrey said, but he saw the tears and expressions that suddenly welled up in the adventurer's eyes.

He and the eighth master had been standing there quietly since just now, he didn't understand what the relationship between the two in front of him was, what kind of story they had, he couldn't understand the sadness and smiles on their faces, and how these feelings worked. But he still looked at it carefully, Hill didn't understand feelings, and although there was always a rumor about it in the organization, he had never been bothered by his flaw. But right now, Hill felt something start to sprout in his heart, he didn't know what it was, but he wanted to try more.

When Hill looked at Turner, the Eighth Master was paying attention to Hill. Years of experience have made him immune to all kinds of things, and in the face of the vague story of Turner and Audrey, although he is not moved to tears, he has some sighs. But what's even more gratifying is Hill, the eighth master knows the president's long-term intentions, although the young man's face is still lacking expression, but the eighth master knows that something has quietly changed.

Turner and Audrey were already saying their final goodbyes, and they were smiling and crying, but they shared the same heart.

Turner's eyes were red and dry, and he wanted to come forward and give Audrey a hug, but he was afraid that the first and last physical contact would shatter his patience. He and Audella waved at each other, and Miss Audrey looked at him with a smile.

"Let's go."

Turner greeted Ciel and Eighth Master in a somewhat hoarse voice, and Ciel glanced at Audrey, he had a lot of questions in his mind, but for some reason a voice told him that he should be silent. He followed his inner voice and followed the adventurer out the door.

The last time he looked back, Turner saw a sun-like smile blooming on Audella's face.

The inner city is full of smoke, but there are still many clever bandits hiding in the closed rooms. They took the blades of grass prepared by the eighth master in their mouths and walked all the way through the deserted streets.

When they reached the gate of the inner city, they looked back as if they had a feeling, and black smoke rose from the stone tower in their sight. The three of them stood there in silence until the red flames engulfed the entire building.

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"Ciel, do you want to go on an adventure?"

Standing on a hill outside Boudal, Turner looked down at the flames that burned through the city. The flames didn't come from one place, and when the inner city was in chaos, the woman in the tavern set her tavern on fire. It was a long period of covert planning, and many women in the city responded with houses and flames. On this night, I don't know how many children escaped from the chaos, and how many women voluntarily died in the fire. But Turner knew that the bandits in the inner city must be doomed tonight. He looked at the city of flames, which looked like stars in the night. In a few years, it may become a salt land again.

"Adventure?" Hill turned his head to look at the man's face, which was flushed red by the firelight.

"Yes, adventure." Turner turned his head to look at Hill, the young man's talent and prospect amazed him, but his huge flaws were also revealed in front of Turner: "Go on an adventure, one day you will surely become a legend, and until then, you will also be happy." All the answers can be found in the adventure, and one day, you will also start your own story. ”

"Mr. Turner, could you please not stir up our trump card in front of me, the person in charge?" The eighth master turned his head and glanced at Turner.

"Raising a child of this age to be an assassin, I thought the legendary 'Kiss of Death' would be a multi-righteous organization."

"It's not up to you to say that." The eighth master said: "And we are not assassins, we are thieves. ”

"I've never seen a thief like this." Turner replied, "And anyway, it's a fact that you stained his hands with blood. ”

"Our targets are all evildoers, people who deserve to be killed."

"I'm skeptical." Turner didn't flinch: "Can this kid tell what is 'good and evil' and which is 'the one who should be killed'?" ”

Turner's words poked at the sore spot of the eighth master, which was exactly what he and the organization had been worried about. Glancing at Turner, the eighth master turned his head and stopped talking.

Turner untied his scarf and lowered his head to wrap it around Ciel's neck.

"The end of a journey is the beginning of a journey, and it is said that one thing in an adventurer who ends his adventure safely will bring good luck to the next adventurer. I don't have anything else on me, so I'll give you this scarf. ”

Hill looked up into Turner's eyes, then touched his hand around his neck. The warm touch of cashmere products gave him a new feeling, and he turned around with his scarf straightened, and the burning city reflected stars in his eyes.