Bolwal knew that what he needed most now was to calm down and calm down. However, he could not restrain himself from thinking about it.

Unlike the last time she was a tragedy that happened almost instantaneously. This time, the other party left him with this large amount of waiting time enough to make him suffer inch by inch in the passage of time. He was afraid. He was scared like never before. Fear that his world will return to the black and white silence of the time when he lost her.

"Who's behind this inn?" Perhaps Felicia was in a similar mood to him, she changed her clothes, pressed her thumb firmly to her lips, and asked. "Is there a problem?"

Bolval was a little grateful to Felicia for his question. On the way here, he had already searched through the information of this hotel in his mind. "It's a peripheral subordinate of a certain family of the Holy Light Church. There is nothing wrong with it itself - there is no bad record in business so far. The owner never changed either. ”

"Church of Light......" Felicia rolled her eyes. I always feel annoying. ”

"You have a lot of preconceptions about the church right now."

Felicia sneered. "Come on, Berval. We are all from the church, and we don't have to be sloppy. I don't know what the church is doing? ”

"Did the demise of the Marcus family change you?" Bolval opened his eyes and looked at her quietly.

Felicia was silent for a moment, her face and eyes clearly marked hatred. "Anyway, I was a member of the Marcus family when I was alive, and although I had all kinds of constraints, I was the eldest lady of the line. I have certainly enjoyed the benefits that my family has brought to me. Bolwal, you don't have a family, how can you understand my feelings. ”

Bolwal sighed. Didn't correct her rhetoric, and didn't want to argue with her.

Yes, he has no family. For as long as he can remember, he has accompanied Tiffin from the Wild West, to the Monastery of Light, to Stormwind.

She is his family. It is also his only relative. If she wasn't there, he would be alone in this world.

Felicia waited, not Berval's next step. She opened her mouth. I was about to say something, but I heard a knock at the door.

A light and crispy sound! If you don't listen carefully, you'll almost think it's a delusion.

But neither Bolval nor she would be.

Boval sprang up from his bed and lunged to the door, while Felicia stood behind the door on the other side.

Bolval pinched the doorknob as if he were on the verge of an enemy. Quickly open. But strangely, the doorway was empty, only an inconspicuous little bag fell to the ground. He rushed up the hallway without giving up, looking around, but there was still no one.

"Bolval."

Felicia picked up the bag on the ground and stood behind him. The smell of frost enveloped her body, and even the thick carpet beneath her feet was frozen by the cold and slag, creaking under her feet.

Bowall looked back. Felicia shook her head at him, then retreated back into the room. Bolval looked around again, unrelentingly. Even the Light Offerings were used, but there was still no living thing around. He had to go back to his room in a huff.

The door closed again, and Bolval couldn't wait to ask:

"What's inside?"

Felicia pinched the bag, as if thinking about something. "This kind of cheapest space bag can be bought at grocery stores, and there is no need to register. The other party is really a careful person. ”

How could Bolvar bother with Felicia's complaints. He reached out to grab it, but Felicia dodged it.

"You're too impatient, too." Felicia scoffed, "I didn't say no to you. ”

As she spoke, she reached out and touched it.

Bowval's eyes widened as he watched her movements without blinking. I saw a confused and strange expression on Felicia's face.

As the contents of the bag were emptied, Berval somewhat understood Felicia's confusion.

Two elaborate masks and three pieces of paper, two hospitality vouchers to be exact, and a sticky note that was identical to the previous one.

Taking advantage of Felicia's distraction from reading the ticket, Bolval snatched the note.

The same beautiful flowers, the same elegant wording.

"While it's unforgivable to disturb the noble Grand Duke to spend a spring supper with a beautiful woman, perhaps it would be a good memory to enjoy a different passion on a quiet night?"

If you don't have a head......

Bolval's gaze fell from the note to the two tickets in Felicia's hand. He had basically guessed that it was the place where the other party wanted them to go.

"How?" Felicia raised an eyebrow at him.

Bolval exchanged his hands with her.

The paper of the two hospitality tickets is very crisp, and it is a fine coated paper. The paper was printed with several powerful human heads and provocative gestures, and in the middle of their gestures several large golden characters shone brightly.

"Pizzamo Fight Club?" Bowall's brow furrowed.

"What's that?"

"Stormwind's largest underground fight club. The owner is a goblin. Bolval said as he picked up one of the masks and put it on. The metal mask shimmered golden in the light. "Let's go."

Felicia nodded, picked up another mask and put it on, and followed Berval out of the room.

Outside the window behind them, there was a thick camphor. Among the lush foliage, a pair of green like fireflies flickered slightly. Under the cover of the night, the barely visible Nightblade Leopard stretched out.

"There's something wrong with Bolval." Browl muttered to himself. Those two people don't look like they're a couple who come to enjoy sweetness at all, but what are they doing? Why don't you go back and tell Varian now? Brower hesitated, after all, he hadn't figured anything out yet. After thinking about it, he jumped lightly off the tree, and the thick pad of flesh stepped on the equally thick grass at the bottom of the tree, without making a sound.

He waited quietly for Berval and Felicia to hurry out of the door, and then fell quietly behind them.

Boval couldn't be more familiar with Stormwind's paths. It was past midnight, and the streets were silent, and there was no one in sight. With his eyes almost closed, he could steer the horses towards his destination.

The surrounding houses were gradually becoming a little low, and the air smelled of sulfur and rust. Just as Felicia could barely hold back her mouth to ask, Bolval stopped.

"Here we are."

"Arrived?" Felicia looked at the building in front of her in bewilderment. "Are you kidding me?"

(To be continued.) )

PS: Prepare for the 25th explosion...... Why should I do this?

Because there is a recommendation!! (tears in her eyes)

In order to live up to the tanuki~