The crisp sound of the wine glasses clashing fell on Xia's ears, but it made her shiver. She looked at her father, who was drinking in a daze, as if she had never really seen his father's appearance.

"No, it can't be!" She muttered to herself, "Father...... Father is **mine! ”

As if to convince herself, Xia raised her voice and covered her ears and screamed: "Father is **mine!" ”

Simon hugged her softly, his lips rubbing affectionately against the hand she was clasping her ear. "Thea, you should accept the facts, this is the truth."

"But what does that mean?" Thea looked at Simon blankly, grabbed his hand like a straw and pulled it tightly: "Even if I really died once, even if I knew it was a deal, but I was still Tiffin. Irelian, father's child, isn't it? ”

"Do you really think so?" Simon looked at her and replied softly. "You should know in your heart what the answer is."

"I don't want to see it, please let me go!" If Simon hadn't grabbed her, Sia would have been unable to stand. She looked at Simon eagerly and pleadingly, begging him to take her away.

Simon looked at Xia, who was so fragile that he almost collapsed, and he didn't have half a bit of joy. Even though he knew that it was rare for Xia to look at him so intently, he still relented and gently turned Xia's head.

"Well, one last look, one last look. Look at that person...... Do you remember anything? His tone was as soft as coaxing a wayward and disobedient child.

Following the direction of Simon's hand, Thea's gaze fell on the Black Shadow, meeting the Black Shadow's eyes.

For some reason, the eyes of the mysterious man, who had not been paying attention to it before, suddenly became clear and bright.

It was a pair of cold golden vertical pupils.

Although she didn't care at first glance, Shia found that she couldn't take her eyes off his eyes.

There was boundless majesty in those eyes that had no sense of color, as if everything was so small and humble as far as he could see, like dust - including her.

Thea screamed, and a string in her head snapped like a goblin's fuse. She fell limply.

Simon hugged Shia, who had fainted. Sighed in a low voice: "Isn't this still possible?" ”

As if missing the invisible barrier of time, Simon's gaze intersected with the dark shadow.

A smile tugged at the shadow's lips.

"What are you laughing at?" Benedictas asked, wary, puzzled.

"A little kid......" The dark shadow turned his head to look at the little girl who was sleeping soundly on the bed, and the more he thought about it, the more interesting he felt, and gradually laughed.

Simon grimaced with a blank face. Turning his head and hugging Thea, he left the room.

The projection of time faded behind him.

"In that case, there's no need to stay here any longer." Simon slowly walked down the stairs with Thea in his arms.

At the corner of the wide staircase, he stopped, his gaze falling on the portrait of Thea hanging on the wall.

"Tiffin. Irelian. He looked at the inscription below the portrait and read it softly, then laughed. He continued to walk down the stairs. As the footsteps fell down step by step, the smile on Simon's face faded a minute. When he finally stood at the gate, his face was already cold.

"Rain of Fire!" Simon recited the incantation without looking back, and without looking at the scorching flames rising behind him, he pushed open the door and walked out.

The flames burned merrily and made a hilarious crackling sound. Licking everything that expands and strengthens itself.

Tiffin's smile on the portrait is gradually engulfed in flames.

"It's on fire! It's on fire! ”

While Bolval and Sheriff Grian were having a good conversation, there was an uproar outside.

"What a fuss!" Grian rubbed his hands together in embarrassment and looked at Bolval. "Lord Berval. You know, the weather is dry and dry these days, and it's easy to catch fire. Such a surprise makes you laugh. ”

Bolval waved his hand solemnly. "I think we'd better go and check it out. Although the Brotherhood of Defia has been exterminated, it is difficult to guarantee that some fish have escaped. If it is their act of retaliation, then it is necessary to come up with drastic means to combat such a thing. Of course," he said, looking at Grian, who looked a little worse, and Bolval knew that he was talking a little heavily, and added with a smile: "More may just be an accident." I believe that the Defia brothers will not be able to make any waves in the short term. ”

Bolval's words made Grian's face much better. "Of course. That, my lord. Please. He bowed down and asked Bolval to go out first.

Before Bovar stepped out of the command tower, Samuelson, who was guarding the door, stepped forward and saluted, "Lord Boval, Lord Grian." ”

"Samuelson," Bolwal asked kindly, "what's going on?" ”

"Report to your lordship, a manor in the northwest is on fire. The fire was so strong that it was suspected that someone had set it on fire. But fortunately, it was an old uninhabited house. As a result, no casualties have been reported for the time being. At this time, it is not known if the remnants of the Brotherhood of Defia are responsible. ”

"Northwest ...... The uninhabited old mansion ......" In an instant, Bowall's face became bloodless and ugly. He tried his best to control his emotions so that he didn't seem so excited, but there was still a hint of strangeness in his words. "If I'm not mistaken, there's probably only the Irelian mansion over there?"

Grian, who had thought that the Grand Duke was too cautious, also changed his face. He stammered, "As ...... If that's the case, then it's Her Majesty's former residence that caught fire!? ”

Samuelson nodded in confirmation of what Boval had said. "It's unfortunate. It's true that there's a fire there. ”

As soon as these words came out, except for Samuelson, who still maintained a poker face, the faces of everyone present became ugly.

The Brotherhood of Defia had just been exterminated, and the former residence of the Queen was set on fire. Who would believe that this is not the handiwork of the remnants of the Brotherhood of Defia? This is simply a resounding slap in the face of the Grand Duke and the royal family!

The KPA officers, led by Grian, looked at each other.

"Samuelson, immediately send a battalion of soldiers, in small teams, to the vicinity of the old Irelian mansion to look for any suspicious clues. When encountering suspicious elements, it is better to kill the wrong person than let it go. Those who resist will be summarily executed! You lead the team yourself! Boval's voice was cold.

"Yes! My lord. Samuelson saluted and retired without saying a word, turned around and went to the soldiers' camp to lead the team out.

Although he knew that Bolval would not overstep his authority to recruit his soldiers when someone was available, it still made Grian a little uneasy that Bergard's officers were in charge of the matter. As soon as Samuelson retired, he was in a hurry to speak. "My lord, this is happening......

"Sheriff Grian," Berval interrupted him with a deep breath. "I see what you mean. Don't get me wrong, this incident has made me realize more and more how arrogant the Brotherhood of Defia is. To do such a thing! It seems that this cancer of the western wilderness has not been uprooted! ”

"Yes, I agree with you." Grian hurriedly echoed his words.

"I must rush back to Stormwind and report to Your Majesty. Therefore, not much time should be wasted on these remaining diehards. But we must not just tolerate adultery! We've all seen the consequences! Bolval's hands clenched into fists and clenched indignantly. Grian, I will leave two regiments of soldiers for you to continue the search for the remnants of the Brotherhood of Defia. This part of the logistics will be allocated directly by Stormwind. I hope you don't disappoint me. ”

"Yes! Yes! My lord! Grian, who thought he would get a bad review, was overjoyed when he heard it.

The Wild West has long been harassed by the Brotherhood of Defia. As a local resident, Grian also hates them to the core, and wants to crack down on them. But there was a shortage of manpower - most of the local residents were honest farmers, and they were reluctant to form a bond with the Defia Brotherhood. Second, the economy has not been supported by Stormwind, and relying only on the meager financial and tax revenues of the Western Wilderness itself, the daily training expenses of the People's Army are extremely difficult, let alone such a thing as encirclement and suppression.

Now, Stormwind has finally sent troops to exterminate the Brotherhood of Defia. Far from disappearing, the remnants of the Brotherhood of Defia were not afraid to die in order to commit such a provocative act in front of the Duke of Bowval. Can the Duke tolerate such a slap in the face?

Now the manpower and logistics are available! He could finally taste his long-cherished wish.

Grian was so excited by the happiness of his pig-like opponent that he didn't notice that Berval looked into the distance with a cold look at the smoke that was rolling up.

The fire, due to the dry weather and the old and flammable houses, lasted for a long time and burned almost half the sky.

And in a small farm not far from the place of the incident, a little girl was sitting on her thatched pile in a daze, staring at the sky in the distance with her hands on her cheeks.

The woman who was stooping down to work looked up and saw her in a trance, and couldn't help but ask her. "Hope...... What do you wish you were looking at? ”

Yes, this little girl's name is Hope, and she is a child who was just picked up by the couple.

"Mom, look at ......" the little girl pointed into the distance.

The woman followed the finger of hope and saw the light of a fire rising into the sky in the distance. She covered her mouth in surprise. "Oh my God, that direction! It was the queen's house, why did it burn down? ”

"Queen?" The little girl seemed to be a little interested, and there was a hint of brightness in her dull eyes.

"Yes, the queen of Stormwind used to live in the Wild West. Yes! It's a pity to burn down, it's a big and beautiful house. The woman muttered a few words, then bowed her head and went on with her farm work.

The red fire and black smoke combined with the golden wheat field were reflected in the clear eyes of the little girl.

"It's beautiful...... she exclaimed in a low voice, the corners of her mouth lifted slightly, but her eyes flashed with hatred that did not match her age. What a beautiful ......."