"Ah Yi, what's wrong with Sister Haiyin?"

When he returned to the apartment, it was close to midnight, and with a bang, he pushed open the door of the apartment, and when he walked through the corridor with the unconscious Haiyin, the water droplets soaked in his clothes continued to drip and wet the ground, and Vivian, who was guarding the hall, heard the movement and greeted him, looking at Haiyin who fell in his arms worriedly. Novel www.mеng.lā

With her scattered hair sticking to her forehead and cheeks, the orc girl shrunk in his arms closed her eyes tightly, and there was no blood on her pale face, Shen Yixuan carried her to her room and greeted Vivian who was on crutches at the door.

"Come and help me."

"Hmm!"

The two of them began to get busy, and under the flickering lights, the hurried figures walked back and forth.

"You help Haiyin dry her body first, remember to take off her wet clothes, and I'll take care of the wounds on her body."

"Okay, Ah Yi......"

Vivian nodded, followed by the sound of squirming and undressing, and when leaving, Shen Yi touched Haiyin's forehead, a slightly hot body temperature, it should be a fever, so he ran to the hall, and he didn't know if there were commonly used medicines in the apartment, so he could only look for it room by room.

The children who heard the movement poked their heads out of the room, gathered at the door, pursed their lips, and looked at the unconscious girl on the bed worriedly, for fear of disturbing Shen Yi and Vivian, they were silent and silent, Shen Yi glanced back, thought about it for a while, and then also ordered: "You guys help to boil some hot water." Then the children rushed out, set up a large iron pot, and began to boil hot water.

The faint light then shot out of the apartment window, and what could be seen was the hurried footsteps of the children running back and forth, Vivien's slightly flustered movements, and Shen Yi's frowning.

It was a rainy night that was destined to be unpeaceful, and time passed quietly......

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The Count's Mansion of Culolo –

"Look at what you've done!"

"What did I do? Ha, isn't everything I do what you expect? Lord Count Cullolo, my great father. ”

"You...... Bastard, do you know what you're talking about! ”

At this time, the place he was in was the study of the Count of Cullolo's mansion, the rather elegant and bookish room was full of confrontational words, Tolia couldn't help but shake her head, changed into clean clothes, and watched the father and son who had no resemblance in appearance and demeanor,

"I'm sorry that I'm trying to discredit you by smearing your face, because I'm probably going to do a lot of stupid things that will disgrace you in the future! So bear with me, Lord Collolo. Saying that, Yarez turned around with an indifferent expression, and didn't want to say more to the "father" in front of him.

"Stop!" Kurolo angrily tapped his cane, his face full of anger was no longer his usual bearing, and Arère stopped when he heard this: "Do you know what you have done?" If it weren't for Toria's action today, you'd have died long ago......"

"Yes, turn into a cold corpse, if that's the case, you don't have to face you all day long, it's not terrible to die like this, it's better to return to the arms of the goddess as soon as possible, I, but I hate the world I was born into and wish it would be destroyed in the next second." Interrupting Kurolo stiffly, he turned away without looking back.

"Come back, you come back for me......" However, no matter how Culolo shouted, Areth's figure walked farther and farther, looking at his back as he left, Culolo sighed helplessly, and turned to Tolia who was standing aside with a bitter smile that was not even barely counted: "Let you see the smile, Toria." ”

"It's okay, Count Kurolo shouldn't be angry because of this."

"No, I'm tough, by the way, I don't seem to be thankful to Tolia for saving that unscrupulous son." As he spoke, Kurolo owed and expressed his sincere gratitude.

Looking at Kurolo's expression at this time, thinking of Aarez's bad deeds, Tolia suddenly felt that the open-minded elder in front of her might one day be implicated by Ares.

Secretly felt sorry for him in her heart, the time she had with Culolo was actually not short, before she was appointed as the general of Atlas, Culolo was already the earl of the empire, and after becoming a general, her dealings with the long-famous Culolo were all matters related to Atlas, and it was not an exaggeration to say that they were opponents, sometimes they clashed, sometimes they cooperated, although this friendship was not as deep as Lilith, but it was never a part.

She had heard of some grievances between Kurolo and the orcs when she was young, but she didn't know exactly what they were, the only thing she knew was that the count's wife was killed at that time, and considering these things in her heart, it was not easy to say some thoughts directly, so she turned to euphemism and said: "Count Kurolo really thanks me?" ”

"Naturally, there can be no fake."

Tolia hesitated for a moment, then said what was in her mind: "In that case, can I make a small request to Count Culolo?" ”

Kurolo immediately glanced at Toria, he naturally knew that it was impossible for Tolia to say such a thing for no reason, so he said frankly with a clear look: "Don't say it's a request, it's okay to want my old life, after all, no matter how bastard Areth is, he is also my son, and the kindness he owes will be repaid by me, which is not excessive." ”

"So...... Count Culolo, could you please let the orc girl from yesterday go? ”

……

Descending through the cold staircase, the dark passage stretches forward, and the walls on both sides are dark red stains, are they mossy mixed with paint? Or is it blood that has already coagulated?

He secretly speculated, as a means of passing the time, he never delved into it, the burly figure shone on the wall, down the stairs, the cold breath came to his face, but his steps were very steady, his eyes narrowed through the shaking shadows, and the sound of the whip was heard far away.

There was no doubt that this was a basement for torture, the light was slightly dim, the walls were made of thick blue bricks, and on both sides were iron bars, and the rooms were divided, and one could imagine the desperate expressions of the dying people held inside, and there was no one to be seen in the empty basement like a cell, and at the end of the sight, small wails and panting cries echoed in his ears, and he looked over.

The little orc girl who was fixed to the wall, her hands were chained with heavy chains, her figure was so thin that she looked like she was hanging from the wall, and her appearance was miserable at this time, her messy hair and empty eyes, her face was bloodstained one after another, and there were wounds under her tattered clothes, and her sluggish spirit seemed to faint at any time.

Smack-

The sound of the whip whipping sounded suddenly, and standing in front of her was the man who waved the whip without any pity, raised his hand and threw it down, and the whip fell mercilessly on the little girl's body, the flesh that bloomed and her wail, but her voice was too small, and the little girl who was tortured and almost fainted even felt a little weaker in pain.

"Hmph, damn orcs! Didn't you want to set me on fire? I'll let you set it on fire! Arèrez growled with a twisted face, and then waved the reel in his hand again, he had taken the little girl as the object of his anger, the anger at the burning of his house, the anger at the accusations of Kurolo, and the shame derived from the fear of almost being killed in the rain, remembering the scene of the wolf, his hands clenched into fists, and even though the little girl opposite him was dying, the strength of his hand did not weaken.

After a while, the little girl finally couldn't bear it anymore and fainted, seeing this scene, Yarez raised her eyebrows, picked up the bucket next to her and splashed it on her, the cold water touched the wound, and the hot stinging pain surged up from all over her body, stimulating the tired nerves, and the little girl opened her eyes again.

Standing on the sidelines, Gang watched the cruel scene in front of him with an expressionless face, the little girl was probably about to reach the limit, his eyes were fixed on the little girl, judging from her weak breathing and unsightly eyes, and then he grabbed the leather whip that Ares was about to swing, and the latter turned his head in confusion: "Huh? Is Mr. Gang sympathetic to this little brute? ”

"Heh, I can't say anything about sympathy, it's just that if Young Master Yarez continues to fight like this, that little girl won't be able to hold on."

"If you can't hold on, you can't hold on, what's wrong with that?" Arrez said coldly, his tone already tinged with dissatisfaction.

Sensing the dissatisfaction in his tone, he shrugged his shoulders indifferently: "Of course it's no problem, but if you let her throw herself into the arms of death like this now, some things won't be visible." ”

"Oh~" Yarez immediately narrowed his eyes and stared at Gang warily: "You shouldn't be thinking about anything dangerous, Mr. Gang." ”

"Of course not, Master Arère is our only ally, how can I do something unfavorable to you."

Yarex didn't quite believe Gang's words, and stared at his eyes tightly, but he couldn't see anything in those squinted eyes, so he snorted coldly: "Hmph, Mr. Gang, the truth is better to be as you say." He immediately let go of the leather whip and glanced at the little girl with disgust: "Count your fate!" Then he turned around indignantly.

He just watched the back of Areth leaving, until his figure disappeared into the basement, then he looked at the little girl again, and muttered to himself: "Rare bait can't be wasted so easily, so which big fish will be caught next, will it be the orcs of Rontar or the evil spirits of Atlas......"