Erin looked at Zoya, who was standing not far away, and opened her mouth but didn't know what to say. The strange huge wyvern behind him was already struggling to stand up, and with the low roar of the outside strong and middle-working, a huge head poked out from his side.

It's scared. Although it was the first time she had seen such a strange wyvern, Erin could still feel its emotions. She stepped forward, raising her hand to gently stroke the wyvern's jaw.

As she approached, Zoya spread her hands at her sides. In the face of this seemingly innocuous action, Erin couldn't help but think of Bran, of the happy and brief time that had been, and of the two of them shouldering each other and looking like brothers.

She knew what that meant, so she didn't dare to get too close.

Zoya looked at Erin and suddenly understood why Bran didn't see her anymore. She is too self-righteous and doesn't know where to go. Just like now, it is inexplicably blocking the way. Although they have helped each other as friends, they have nothing to owe her.

After all, everyone is not a person all the way, and their help in exchange for nothing but deception. Even if you can't help yourself, deception is difficult to accept after all.

Erin had to think about her people, and Zoya could understand. However, knowing that conflicts are inevitable and that we must deceive each other, wouldn't it be better to draw a clear line as soon as possible? Why do we have to put on the appearance of friends again? Why bother to break the tie?

Seeing Zoya's gaze getting colder, Erin sighed and said stubbornly, "Give it to me, okay?"

"Why?"

Yes, why? Zoya came here, was given a cold reception, deceived and was one of the accomplices. This is her prey, a souvenir to boast about, to be recognized by her clansmen. On what basis do I make such an unreasonable request?

Erin's face turned red as she pleaded, "We can swap." ”

"What do you get in exchange?"

"I'm ......" Erin suddenly realized that there weren't many things that could be exchanged. Do you have to hand over your weapons, your armor, and your mounts? What else can you exchange them for? And that's all there is to it?

Faced with Erin's predicament, Zoya was a little soft-hearted, "It's going to die, what's the use of you changing it back?"

"I just don't want to watch it get killed. ”

Zoya sighed, "Whatever you want, I'll take off its head when it's dead." ”

"Thank you......"

As if sensing the danger disappear for now, Maya fell headlong and curled up in a ball again. Erin ran back to it, continuing to examine its wounds.

In an embarrassing silence, a small group of dragoons ran towards them. The sudden fall of the giant wyvern in the sky, and the long howl of Zoya's warning, had already alarmed the patrol team. After discovering that there was no obvious danger, they finally mustered up the courage to investigate.

Their caution cannot be blamed, the miserable days on the archipelago have worn down the sharpness of many people.

As the team approached, Maya moved her body restlessly again, and then regained her composure as Erin soothed her.

Someone raised their voice and asked, "Erin, what's going on here?"

Erin shook her head, speechless.

But the other party obviously didn't have much patience, "What about asking you!"

This attitude of contempt and command made Erin frown, but there was no way to take the other party. She remained silent, returning her attention to the wyvern's wound.

Not far away, Zoya seemed to be a transparent person, making these dragoons ignore her presence. She watched coldly as these people went from being cautious to presumptuous, and gradually stopped hiding the greed in her heart. They were so judgmental that they even began to discuss where it belonged. Erin, on the other hand, looked embarrassed, these people were deliberately pushing her out, and if it weren't for the fact that the beast was so huge, she probably wouldn't even be able to touch the edge.

Faced with this situation, Zoya felt both ridiculous and a little sad.

A slightly cold, mocking voice rang out, "Before discussing ownership, you should at least ask its true owner. ”

The dragoon fell silent for a moment and turned his gaze to Zoya. When did she show up and why didn't she notice when she came?

"Who is she?" asked Erin again.

"Zoya, Zoya of the Northlands. ”

"Oh——, the girl adopted by Bran?"

As soon as this provocative word came out, Erin knew that something was wrong! She subconsciously shouted, "Don't kill him!"

But it was too late, and a flash of starlight flashed and the throat of the person who had just provoked had already been cut off. Erin didn't make any further moves in the chaos, she just stared at the knife in Zoya's hand. She remembered them, the pair of short knives called Fragile. The memory has always been carried by Bran, how can it appear in Zoya's hands?

What happened during this time?

There are many people around her, but they don't have much to do with her.

The dragoons stared at Zoya in horror, and no one could have imagined that she would be violent and hurt someone at the slightest provocation. What made them even more frightened was that the knife light was too fast. After weighing it for a while, he knew that he was powerless to fight, so he picked up the corpse of his companion and left with hatred.

Looking at Erin, who was a little distracted, Zoya snorted softly, "That's what they did to you?"

"I can't blame them all, my father was the only one who came back. And I have a relatively close relationship with Bran, so some people have been dissatisfied. After a pause, he added, "It's just a small group of people, and most of them are good to me." ”

Erin's gaze never took off the pair of daggers, "That's Bran's, right? I remember them." ”

Zoya nodded, as if she had thought of something funny, and explained with a smile: "Temporarily borrow me for self-defense, and you have to pay him back when you go back." ”

"No wonder you can beat it. Erin sighed.

"I didn't defeat it, thanks to its fellow waste. "You've seen its wounds, and those fatal wounds weren't inflicted by me, but by its companions.

They lacked real trust, and they did it for me. Neither it nor the outsiders who pretend to be us have no chance of winning against it alone. ”

Erin could understand what Zoya meant, "But this is my home, my parents and brother are here. ”

After a moment's hesitation, Erin continued, "You really don't remember this, and Bran didn't mention it to you?"

"I told it many times, but I always forgot it, and finally he wrote it all down in a notebook and handed it to me. Zoya shrugged, "I don't care about that, though. At least Bran didn't want to hide or deceive. And I already know that this is my own choice. ”

After a moment of silence, Zoya continued, "This wyvern really doesn't live long, maybe it will be able to survive for a few days under your care. And even if it does, your people won't let it fall into your hands. ”

"You have a way, don't you?" said Erin's eyes.

"I don't, you know who's most likely. ”

Erin hesitated and spat out two words: "Bran." ”