The cold wind howled, and the icy silver hook hung under the dome of the deep forest castle, and the silver-covered castle became much more deserted at night, and the noise of half a day could no longer be heard. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The only few windows of the castle in the moonlight were still glowing with glowing fire, and it was completely shrouded in darkness. The castle guards, patrolling with torches in the cold wind, could see nothing but themselves.

Under the cover of night, a group of dark shadows carefully avoiding the patrolling soldiers quietly approached the only place in the entire castle where the fire was lit - the granary of the deep forest castle.

Even in normal times, the guards around the granary are still very tight, not to mention the three knights of the Guards and the two castle guards of Leuven are now guarded in shifts, and the defensive measures are extremely tight.

The granary is the lifeline of the entire Deep Forest Castle, and if he loses here, Lu Wen will lose the capital to fight against the entire Deep Forest Castle nobles, and it is impossible for those civilians to stand by his side desperately.

It was no secret that Sir Aaron was leaving, and the nobles were all over the castle to find out what was going on with the Earl and his two cronies.

From the very beginning, this "reform" was not just a matter of a few lands, but a matter of who held the ruling power of the county of Shenlimburg.

And the nobles of Deep Forest Castle, who are on the verge of life and death, are finally ready to take risks!

"Did you bring everything?"

One of the one-eyed dragons at the front whispered behind him, desperately lowering his voice. A panicked guy hurriedly ran over and threw the heavy sack on the ground.

Flint, butter, torches, and even two bottles of ignition agent engraved with the words "Wimpal Academy". This bag of stuff is enough to blow up an entire granary!

"Good. The one-eyed dragon nodded, his gaze sweeping over the faces of several people in front of him one by one: "When the guards of those castles change, we will sneak in." ”

"I've bought one of the captains, and he'll open a back door for us, and the knights of the guard won't be able to find it—and then we'll sneak in and give our lord the count a big gift!"

When he said this, he grinned with a mouth full of yellow teeth, and his expression was hideous. And the aristocrats around also laughed "hehe" one by one, smiling like hyenas.

It didn't take long for a group of castle guards with torches to come to the granary gate, and after greeting the knights in charge, they replaced the original guards.

The nobles who saw the opportunity did not wait any longer and avoided the gaze of those knights of the guard. The leading one-eyed dragon stepped forward timidly, and when he saw the captain of the guard who was coming, he looked around and beckoned the one-eyed dragon to come over.

"You're not being discovered, are you?"

"Don't worry, no one knows. The smiling one-eyed dragon shoved a handful of silver coins into his hand.

The captain of the guard, who coughed softly, turned around and walked to the back door of the granary as if nothing had happened, pushed a little open a little gap, and let the group in.

Just after the last one slipped in, the narrow door was immediately closed, startling the few guys standing behind, and swallowed with palpitations: "Will he remember to open the door for us, right?"

"Don't worry, this guy has collected a lot of money from me, and he is also my cousin's nephew, so he won't cheat us. The one-eyed dragon replied confidently, his pupils burning with flames, and his posture was almost mad.

"Now, let's do it!"

The nobles who were complicit in the conspirators also lit torches, and the roaring light of the fire illuminated the dark granary.

With a gentle gust of cold wind, the one-eyed dragon, who was shivering, couldn't help but close his only eye. When he opened his eyes again, all the torches were extinguished.

The dead granary returned to darkness, and all the nobles looked at each other.

“...... The wine is so drunk, but it gives you courage~"

The immature voice sang a quiet song, mixed with a hint of laziness, drifting into everyone's ears from nowhere. The one-eyed dragon immediately drew his long sword.

"Who's it, come out for me-!"

The nobles who also reacted also took out their weapons and formed a circle tremblingly. In the lonely granary, there was not a voice answering them.

The stunned one-eyed dragon couldn't help but smile, as if he was emboldening himself, and the palms of his hands holding the hilt of the sword were covered with sweat.

Could it be that it was just my own delusion......? How could there be a child in this granary? It must be that I was too nervous and hallucinated.

The nobles looked at each other and smiled, but there was a slight fear under the smile, and the laughter echoed under the barn, and the dead silence was creepy.

“...... The flame of hunger that has been extinguished, but it rises in my heart~"

"Who! stand up for me—!" the one-eyed dragon, who was really scared this time, roared desperately. The fleeting singing did not respond more.

"Don't be scared, get this damn little thing out!" A torch that snatched the person behind him lit, and the one-eyed dragon with his sword raised walked in front: "I'm going to break him to pieces!"

“...... Listen, the cry of the night owl, that is the sound of the death knell, the poignant sound of good night~"

No nobleman dared to stay where he was anymore, and followed the one-eyed dragon in terror—the song was almost like humming in his own ears, and even if they couldn't see who it was, they were terrified.

Perhaps it is because they can't see that they are even more afraid.

The torches illuminate the faces of terror, and in the dead darkness there seem to be countless demons lurking, ready to hold your shoulders from behind.

The one-eyed dragon at the front did not dare to stop for a moment, he had no idea where the song came from, he just walked aimlessly. The cold sweat oozing from his forehead fell like an eye socket, and he didn't dare to let go of the sword in his hand to wipe it.

Who is it and where is it?!

“...... He quietly moved, quietly moved~"

There was a terrible scream behind him, and a guy who was walking behind suddenly collapsed to the ground, and the torch also fell to the ground, crying and mourning: "Ha, Haber and Neeson are gone, all at once!"

What the?!

The one-eyed dragon, who was also terrified, stopped in place, his forehead was already covered with cold sweat, and his trembling pupils looked around, but he couldn't find anything but what he saw in front of him.

"Don't worry about those two idiots, don't forget what we're here for tonight!" The one-eyed dragon shouted with wide eyes, as if to hide his fear, "Light all this food, and let our Lord Count cry!"

The nobles who had found the backbone nodded violently, waved the torches in their hands as if venting their fears, and threw the igniter at the clay pot in the distance.

Everyone waited, but no one heard the sound of the ignition agent falling to the ground.

The one-eyed dragon twitched its throat and stepped forward boldly. The torch in his hand illuminates the empty clay pot.

It's actually empty!

As if he didn't believe in evil, he turned over the clay pots and wooden shelves around him, but the reality shocked him and made him stunned.

It's all empty, and there's not a grain of wheat in this granary!

These people have been fooled!

“...... The door is also open, the window is also open, where are the snoring soldiers~"

There was another inexplicable scream behind him, and the one-eyed dragon left his companion without hesitation, and ran desperately in the direction of the door with wide eyes.

"Open the door, open the door! It's me, open the door!" Before he could reach the door, the one-eyed dragon cried out desperately, gasping for breath and holding on to the door frame, the cold touch of his palm that froze him.

Subconsciously raised the torch, and there was only a cold wall in front of him.

The open mouth can't scream, only makes a "cluck......ing" sound.

“...... Look at the way they are sleeping, who knows if they are dead or alive?"

A smiling Asriel hummed softly, his scarlet eyes staring at the completely stupid one-eyed dragon, the corners of his mouth still sliding over the tip of his tongue.

"Since you can't wait to see me, do as you wish, sir. ”

The sword in his hand was snatched away, and the boy's fingertips slid slightly, breaking the long sword in two like a biscuit.

The one-eyed dragon collapsed to the ground, trembling as he watched as the young man in a small red and black dress pressed his shoulder, his pale lips slowly climbing up his neck.

"It's just, I don't know if you mind...... Treat me?"