The third night Belinda was sold.

She stood on top of the ruins, Crane's heavy sword in her hand, the cold wind eating away at her body like a sharp blade, and the man she watched was fighting in the dark night.

Blood stained the placket of his clothes, and even the family crest, which symbolized the honor of the family, was stained the color of blood.

Like a mad beast, Crane tore the creeping weak to shreds with his claws.

The smell of rotten flesh mixed with the smell of blood spread across this ancient battlefield, and Belinda held down her trembling arm, the first time she had seen Crane kill.

She couldn't make out his expression, but his rapid breathing loomed in the dark night. He turned the knife sideways and plunged it into the blackman's abdomen, killing him.

"Imp, come here!" he commanded without looking back

Belinda ran towards him faster than she could do, stumbling along the way, her new clothes rubbing not only dirt but also corpse fluid.

She gasped for breath, like a little beast, staring at him with clear eyes.

"Raise the sword" His face was bloodstained, and he said coldly: "Cut off his head." ”

“....... What?" is simply a creepy request!

She stood still and didn't dare to move, the scar that had not healed seemed to be torn apart at this moment, and her body was in hot pain.

"You are not the one who came out of the temple, and now the only option is to see the reality and face it. ”

The world has collapsed, and the supreme glory of the God's blessing established by the high priests and the Pope has been swallowed up into a flesh and bone shell in the years of war. Kill or be killed, this is the rule of survival, and he has seen it clearly three hundred years ago. "Killing is not our goal, it is just a weapon to seize our right to live. You've got a good memory of the little ghost. His eyes flashed with unconcealable cruelty, and Belinda had raised her sword before she knew it, closing her eyes, cold sweat dripping down her cheeks on the dirty ground.

The corners of Crane's mouth hooked, and that's right, giving life to the enemy is the usual stupidity of the liars who live in the ivory tower of the Temple.

She cried out in despair in her heart, if she didn't do this, this adult would not let her go, just like in Laiz City, she had no choice.

Belinda's sword fell on the wet and sticky soil, and sure enough, it still couldn't do it!

“....... I'm so useless, you're going to abandon me, right?" she screamed as she knelt on the ground, the last camouflage line of defense in her heart had completely collapsed.

There is no one, and no one in this world can tolerate her anymore.

"You're too weak, little ghost," and the man's head rolled in her hand. She screamed, and his eyes even rolled once or twice, oozing thick with blood.

Suddenly, Belinda was picked up, and Crane held the young girl in one hand and dragged the blunt sword in the other.

By the time they arrived in Virgil, night had quietly transitioned into day.

Klein took two keys to the house and went up to the second floor. A guy in charge of the accounts at the bottom of the building whispered after he walked away, "This person is estimated to have returned from the ancient battlefield in the east, you look at his blood, how many people must have been killed!" His tone became fierce, panting like a mad dog with a broken leg.

The boss picked up the leftover bread crumbs of the guests and threw them on the food plate, and said nonchalantly: "Isn't it common in this world to have people covered in blood." ”

It's ironic to either kill or to be killed.

Crane took off his coat and carefully removed the crest from it, and then put the clothes in the basin where the clothes were still in the clothes, and in a short time a maid came to collect the dirty clothes. By the way, he entrusted Belinda next door to her, and if she always wasted time on this little girl, sooner or later, she would rely on him and become a waste with flaws everywhere. She always has to learn to grow up and grow up to be an adult in this world.

He just fell asleep with his sword in his arms, just lightly. For 300 years, he had never had the opportunity to fall into a nightmare, and many people were trying to crush him day and night with the Empire's wanted warrants.

Belinda tiptoed open the door opposite, he was still asleep, there was no slackening vigilance between his eyebrows, he quickly got up, ready to fight back, but it was indeed the little girl.

"What are you doing in here?" his shirt was ajar, revealing his lean muscles.

“...... I don't know if it's appropriate to say it to you, but ......." she lowered her head

"If you don't say it, no one knows what you want. ”

"I'm scared, I'm really scared just now....... "In the empty room, it was like falling into the hell of memories, the human head that was still blinking, the rotting corpses, the smell of blood that pierced her lungs, nothing she was afraid of. Her back was soaked with sweat, and it was clear that there was snow outside the window.

Klein's mind resounded with his conversation with his mother.

"Mom, Mom, I'm scared. ”

"You're already a murderer, what's so terrible, open your eyes and look at these corpses," the mother laughed bitterly and fell to her knees, then said calmly, "It's all your handiwork, Crane." ”

He quickly came back to his senses and let the bed out, "Come on." ”

"Really?"

"What I promised in the future is my own will, and I don't need to ask again. ”

He picked up his sword and sat on the ground, watching the eight-year-old imp hide under the quilt and sleep peacefully.

Perhaps, he didn't want others to see his shadow back then, cowardly, insignificant, and useless.