The walls of Lionheart were tall and strong, and the Azars built them on top of the original Garans, and along the outer edge of the walls, they built several towers to defend the siege weapons. Beneath these towers is the moat. But the Azor were not satisfied, and they widened the original moat, so that even the five gates of Lionheart could not be connected to the two sides of the moat through the original drawbridge. To solve this problem, the Athors built a drawbridge fort in the center of the moat that allowed the suspension bridge to be hung separately on both banks.

After standing on the hill and taking a closer look at the impregnable Lionheart, Friedlier turned to O'Eve, who was beside him, and asked, "Miss O'Eve, do you think your father's army can conquer this place?" ”

"It doesn't matter how I feel, it's his business how to conquer here." O'Eve said.

"Oh, you're such a good daughter."

"Listen, Friedlier, we're all going according to plan." Oiv said, "Abhikius, Brulis, and Nezgoda have already made their way to the city ahead of schedule with the help of the Garland rebels. We had to meet them at the old church in the city before midnight. ”

Friedlier looked at Oeve and smiled, then nodded.

"What are you laughing at?" Oeve asked as she looked at Friedlier in confusion.

"Nothing." "As planned, we're going to go down the sewers into the city. ”

"It's not all because of you." "You killed their competitors in the arena, which made the entire Lionheart crowd remember what you looked like, and not only that, but the City Guard painted your portrait and hung it in the most prominent position in the bounty column at the gates, so we can't enter Lionheart through the gates alone." ”

"They even painted my portrait." Friedlear quipped, "I've heard that in the eyes of the Athollians we are stupid and stupid savage giants, and I hope they didn't paint me like that." ”

"Actually, before I met you, I thought so much of you Faytonians." Oeve looked at Friedlier and said, "But after meeting you, I realized I was wrong. ”

Fridlier felt the emotion she had for herself in Oive's words and eyes, and he smiled after tilting his head slightly, "Thank you for saying that. ”

O'Eve's didn't continue to speak.

"Let's go, it's going to get dark, and it's time for us to act." Friedlier said.

As night fell, Friedlier rose from behind the crouching rocks, looked at the Lionheart moat not far from him, looked at the towering walls on the other side of the moat, and finally fixed his eyes on the burning brazier on the rampart, and the soldiers guarding near it.

"Miss Oive, are you sure that drain is just below the soldier?" Friedlier looked at the soldier and whispered to Oeve beside him. "We only have one chance."

"I'm pretty sure, because all the drains in Lionheart were built by the Garlandians a hundred years ago." Oeve whispered, "And the blueprints for the drain were also provided to Brullis by the Garland rebels. ”

"Well, I hope the Athollians are happy with this drain built by the Garlands, and it hasn't been remodeled over the years." Friedlier said.

"Get down and come here." O'Eve said.

Friedlier turned her head to see that Oeve was untying her purple cloak, she pulled the corner of the cloak with one hand and held it open, and beckoned to Friedlier with the other.

"We're going to get to the river with this?" Friedlier asked.

"Come on in, this cloak has good concealment in the dark." O'Eve said.

After Friedlier approached O'Eve, O'Eve's hand raised his cloak to cover the two of them together.

"Let's squat and walk together, don't get up, and be careful to keep the pace consistent." Owe said in Friedley's ear.

Facing Oive's breath in his ear, Friedlier hesitated for a moment and said, "You follow me, we will inevitably touch each other when we walk side by side like this." ”

"Why am I following you?" Oeve said, "You'd better be behind me." ”

"Okay." Friedlier said.

As Friedrie circled behind O'Eve, O'Eve turned to Frieve's and whispered, "Take off all the unnecessary clothes, or it will be inconvenient for you to move in the water." ”

"Thank you for the reminder, Miss." "Still, I think I'll have to tell you that the Pheton people are very water-based. Even if I swam in the sea in armor now, I would be able to swim for a whole day, not to mention that now I am only wearing a thin coat to swim in the moat where there is not even a little wave. ”

"I hope you're not talking big." Oeve stripped off his unnecessary clothes and said to Friedlier, "Wait a minute and go into the moat, and if you don't find that drain under the water, I want you to swim back to Featon." ”

"If we don't find the drain, I'm afraid we'll all be shot in the moat by the guards in the city." Friedlier said with a smile as he looked at Oive's curvaceous back.

"No, I'll find it." Oeve said and patted her waist around the many gadgets.

With the first half of her cloak draped, Oeve walked slowly and silently, occasionally observing the guards on the walls and around the moat.

As they approached the edge of the moat, Oiff patted Friedlier behind him with his backhand, and the two of them stopped together. At the same time, Friedlier whispered to Oiff in front of him, "Are we already at the river?" ”

Oeve didn't say anything, and she slowly and cautiously moved to Friedrier's side. After she peeked through the crack in her cloak into the wall, she whispered, "Yes, let's go down from here, and be careful not to make a splash." ”

"You're coming first?" Friedreer asked quietly.

"Okay." Oeve nodded. Then, after observing the situation around her, Oeve immediately rushed out of the cloak with an arrow. Friedlier saw Oive, dressed in black underwear, tumbling straight down the riverbank like a fleeting ghost. With a faint splash on the banks of the moat, Oeve had already infiltrated the moat of Lionheart.

Friedlier silently ripped his cloak off Oeve when he saw Oive's action, and he hurried into the river in Oive's direction. But instead of jumping down the river and diving into the river, he jumped directly into the river. The splash he entered the water was small and his voice was weak. To the guards in the city, the sound and splash seemed to be just a big fish in the moat turning over.

It was pitch black under the moat, and Friedlier held his breath, trying his best to get his eyes used to this darkness as soon as possible, but it didn't have the slightest effect, this kind of underwater darkness, it was difficult for his eyes to adapt.

Trapped in the darkness, Friedlier swam to the side of the wall with his senses, and when he reached the opposite river, he began to grope his hands for the exit from the Lionheart drain.

As he groped around the area, but could not find the outlet of the drain, he suddenly saw a white light in the river not far away, and when Friedlier looked at the white light, the white light disappeared again in an instant.

Friedreer swam towards the white light, and as he swam to the white light, he groped for the exit of the drain. Against the exit of the drain, Friedreel quickly swam into it, and after continuing to dive for a while, Friedreel suddenly touched something.

Friedleer was surprised by this, and after a little further fumbling around, he confirmed that it was a large fence made to prevent enemy spies from infiltrating the city through the drains!

Just as Friedlier was feeling overwhelmed by the fence and feeling a little short of breath and tightness in his chest, he suddenly saw the white light again. The white light lit up beside him, and he turned his head to take a closer look, and it turned out that the white light was emitted by a small piece of glowstone, and it was Oeve who was holding the small piece of glowstone at this moment.

Oiff tossed the glowing glowing glow in the water in front of Friedreel, who immediately reached for it. He saw through the glow of the glowstone that Oive, who was holding her breath, quickly pulled out a dagger knife from the side of her white and slender thigh, which was crooked like a small silver snake wandering. Then, she took out a small clay pot from her waist that had sealed the mouth of the jar with leather.

In the light of the small glow of the glowstone in Friedlier's hand, Oeve was holding a knife in one hand and a small clay pot in the other, and she stabbed the knife into the clay pot with her backhand and stirred it vigorously. After stirring, she pulled out her knife and threw away the clay pot at the same time.

As soon as Oeve had done this, she grabbed the fence in front of her and quickly slashed at it with her knife, which had been dipped in a clay pot.

Friedlier was surprised to find that the iron fence had been cut with ease like a wooden strip with the help of Oive's knife. Without waiting for O'Eve's to turn around, Friedrier immediately stepped forward and grabbed the iron fence on both sides, and kicked the iron fence in the middle that O'Eve's cut off end. Friedlier and Owe then swam through the gap in the iron fence and into the drain.

Emerging from the uphill drain, Oif, after taking a few breaths, said to Friedlier, "It's good that the fence has been soaked in the water long enough and corroded badly, otherwise we would have had to return to the moat." ”

"What was that you just using?" Friedlier asked Oiff after taking a breath.

"A corrosive agent made from the viscous gastric juice of several animals." Oeve looked around and said, "Let's go, now is not the time to talk about this, we need to find the well near the Sanctuary now." ”

"Well, I can't believe you brought a small piece of glowstone with you." Friedlier said as he tucked the small piece of glowstone into his pocket.

The two floated in the sewer for a while before coming ashore at a ramp.

"This way." After Oiv came ashore, he wrung the corners of his wet clothes and said.

"Have you written down all the roads here?" Friedlier asked her.

"Not only here, but even the layout of the armory has been written down." O'Eve said.

"Well, it seems that you are quite a smart person." Friedreel said as he walked with Oive.

"There are more people in our Ouroboros secret meeting who are smarter than me." O'Eve said.

"We?" Friedlier realized, "Oh, did the president approve your recommendation for me?" ”

"Of course not." "But I think he'll approve it." ”

"Why?" Friedlier asked her.

"I can't tell, but I think I will." "By the way," said Oive, "I would like to tell you that even if the President agrees to my recommendation, you will have to go through a period of probation before we can officially admit you as our member. ”

"It's too complicated." "Did I learn the art of making gold coins after I had done some research?" ”

Oeve smiled and said, "Yes, you can learn, but we have a secret society that prohibits the sale and trading of alchemy products. ”

"Oh my God, there is such a rule, but you didn't tell me before." Friedlier said, "Since the gold that has been refined cannot be used, I simply cannot understand the point of your alchemy, it is not at all what I imagined. ”

"What do you imagine?" Oeve asked curiously, "What is your imagination?" Is it to go out with fake money to swindle? ”

"Swaggering, that word sounds very low-level." "I'm just trying to achieve my ideals through gold." ”

"Does it take a lot of money to realize your ideals?" "What is that?" Oeve asked. ”

"Of course, it takes money to realize the ideal, and everyone needs it." "With more money, I can build more ships, recruit more warriors, forge stronger armor, and lead the Phettonians to conquer a wider land." ”

"Is this your ideal?" Oeve asked.

Friedreel spread his hands and said, "Pretty much, what, isn't it good?" ”

"There's nothing good or bad." Oiff whispered, "Just as I want to peek behind the door of truth, everyone has their own ideal pursuit, and it cannot be said that whoever pursues the ideal is good and whose ideal pursuit is not good." It's just that the path chosen by people is not passable. ”

Friedlier looked at O'Eve's for a moment, then said, "Miss O'Eve, your ideal of chasing the door of truth is not actually accepted by your family, is it?" ”

"Why do you suddenly ask that?" O'Eve said.

"I can feel it from your words." Friedlier said.

Oeve was silent for a moment and then nodded lightly and said, "Yes, my father he... He didn't support me in researching these things. He also hoped that I could stay at home and learn aristocratic etiquette, so that I could marry other powerful families and become a qualified duchess in the future. ”

"Hmm." "That's not bad, actually. ”

Oeve sighed softly.

Seeing that Oiff was silent, Friedlier spoke after a moment of silence, "What are we going to do now?" ”

"Let's wait here for midnight." Oeve pointed to a well not far from the drain and said, "From there, you'll soon be in Lionheart's Templar." ”

Friedlier looked at the well, then sat down on the ground and said, "Okay, then wait here for a while." ”

"Friedlier, to be honest, you and I may not be all the way." Oeve sat down beside Friedrier and whispered to him.

"Well, and then what?" Friedlier asked, looking at Oive.

"But I'm in love with you." Oeve lowered her head and whispered, "I don't know why, I just don't know why I don't feel in love with you." ”

Friedlier did not speak.

O'Eve continued, "I can feel it, you don't seem to love me. We are together these days, as if we were in a cave that time, we are just taking what we need, comforting each other's loneliness. ”

"Uh..." Friedlier didn't know what to say for a moment, but he hesitated and said, "Are you sure you want to say this to me now, how do I feel that it is not appropriate to talk about this topic in the sewers?" We can talk about this after we get my weapon... Are these topics a bit of a headache? ”

Oive looked at Friedlier, then fell silent.

"Hey, don't do that." Friedlier looked at the depressed Oiv and said, "Cheer up, think of the Philosopher's Stone, think of the thing you care about the most." ”

"You'll help me find it, won't you?" Oeve asked softly.

"Of course, of course I'll help you find it." "You and your people not only saved me and helped me, but now that we're about to become a group, I'll certainly help you find it." If you're willing to follow in my footsteps in search of the Philosopher's Stone, I'll be happy to use my army to help you when the time is right. ”

Oeve nodded slightly.

Looking at Oive, who was still depressed, Friedlier reached out and stroked her wet hair, and then asked, "Miss, don't be so depressed, let's talk about something else, speaking of which, there is another question I have always wanted to ask you." ”

"Say it." Oeve said softly.

"Where did you get that Ouroboros armband on your arm?" Friedlier asked.