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The one-eyed dragon lying on the ground had already fainted, but his body was still convulsive, and the nobles who were lying around him were also unconscious, as if they had just returned from a banquet.

If...... If you don't look at the bite marks on their necks.

"One, two, three......" Asrael, who was standing in the corner with his hands behind his back, counted the numbers like a punished student, and tilted his little head in confusion: "Alas, it seems that there is one less - where is that Mr. Vesalius Rand?"

"Do you mean...... Stopped by dear Loren?" The young man who asked completely knowingly, but he seemed to have been wronged: "Oh, it's really too much, don't you say!"

The nobles, who were lying on the ground, affirmed the young man's thoughts with silence.

"It's all agreed, but I went on a date with my little girlfriend by myself, leaving Asriel alone to deal with the trouble for him!"

"But...... Whoever makes us friends, friends should help each other. Asriel quickly "recovered" from his sadness, and a smile full of kindness hung on his delicate but pale face: "Just bless him at this time." ”

"The moonlight is beautiful tonight, and I hope my dear friend can have a night to remember, or it will be a waste. ”

Raising his right hand slightly, a faint flame swam through Asriel's fingertips, igniting the roof of the granary.

"Let's make the night a little more lively, gentlemen!"

Splashing sparks danced, and the lit roofs glowed with dazzling oranges. Under the snow-covered night sky, a sky-high fire blooms!

"The granary is on fire—!!!"

I don't know where the sound came from, and the whole castle soon became in a commotion. The panicked castle guards were completely clueless, and there were bursts of exclamations everywhere.

The chaotic scene was not eased until Levin arrived with the knights of the Guard. Surrounded by knights, the young earl calmly commanded the castle guards to extinguish the fire.

Although because of this cold snowfall, the fire was greatly contained. However, because the roof was burning, and the dry climate of Shenlin Castle made it difficult to extinguish the fire immediately.

Visari Rand, who was lying behind the battlement, looked in horror at the still burning granary in the distance, but his face was full of smiles that could not be concealed.

I didn't expect that the guys would succeed! Because he was so cowardly, Vesalius Rand, who released the pigeons halfway, never left the castle half a step from the beginning to the end.

And those nobles really looked down on this fat man, just because the Rand family's financial resources had to pull him along, so even if he didn't go, no one cared about him.

But what about looking down, as long as you succeed!

Looking at the granary in the midst of the raging fire, Rowen Fried, who commanded the extinguishing of the fire, squeezed out a cruel smile from the fat on the fat man's face, and his mung bean-sized eyes were full of vicious light.

Without this food, I see how you can hold on!

When the time comes, what conditions should he put forward? Or let him take care of the original Seine family's fiefdom for himself, and these cowards will not need those fiefs anyway.

At that time, the Rand family will become the most prominent family in the deep forest castle, and even the earl must be respectful to himself, otherwise he will let them starve to death in the castle!

The more he thought about it, the more excited Vesari Rand became, he couldn't help but poke his head out of the window again, trying to see more clearly, and half of his body had already stretched out without paying attention.

"What are you doing?"

"Ahh!!!h

The fat man, startled by the sound behind him, screamed and almost fell. Desperately crawling back and turning around, I saw a figure standing behind me, clutching my chest and gasping for breath, my face covered with sweat.

"It's... Lore, Loren Turin, right?" In the darkness, the fat man could only see that the person who came was wearing a wizard's robe, so he guessed and asked, with a flattering smirk on his face: "No, I didn't do anything, I just heard movement outside, so I wanted to see it." ”

"Really?" the "Loren" seemed unusually talkative, and moved a little closer: "And what do you see?"

"Uh...... Isn't this a granary on fire?" Visari Rand replied in fear, his eyes wandering from side to side: "Y-Don't you have to help put out the fire?"

"It's okay to have those people. Under the hood, Loren's voice grew colder and colder: "I have more important things to do." ”

"What's the matter?"

"Loren" did not speak, and slowly lifted the hood above his head. The long golden hair flowed like a waterfall, revealing a face as cold as frost.

The fat man, who was a little surprised, realized that the person who came was not Loren, but when he saw the face clearly, every piece of fat began to shake on his cheeks covered with beads of sweat!

"You, you are, you are ......"

"I didn't expect it, Uncle Vesalius, your niece Al Yin is still alive. The little wizard wanted to laugh, but found that his lips were trembling, and his right hand was clutching his wand tightly against the fat man's head.

"Don't move, or I'll turn your head into a broken watermelon!"

"Ai, Ai Yin, you...... Become a wizard?" The fat man who raised his hand even trembled in his voice, and suddenly showed a surprised expression: "Great, the Holy Cross is on it, now my sister can finally look at her!"

"What are you talking about?" Ai Yin was stunned for a moment, his expression became cold again, and the wand in his hand tapped the fat man's head fiercely: "Don't try to lie to me, I won't fall for you again!"

"You disgusting fat man, greedy snake, you can do anything to your relatives for the sake of property, people like you should go to hell - !!!"

The little wizard screamed, she had fantasized countless times about what it would be like, what kind of way she would punish this brute who had killed her mother, to torture him, to make him worse than dead!

His life is now in the palm of his hand, and with a slight wave of his wand, he can get the punishment he deserves, and the little hand that clenched the wand trembled, and his blue eyes were full of the color of struggle.

The fat man who held his head tightly didn't feel the slightest pain after waiting for a long time.

The little wizard was still tormented, and he only needed a spell, but he couldn't wave his hand when he clenched his wand, as if a voice had been preventing him from doing so.

Vesalius Rand's mung bean-like eyes quietly opened, the fear in his eyes gradually turned to pride, the fat rubbed back and forth on his face, and his grinning mouth showed a mouth full of yellow teeth.

"You, what are you going to do? Stop, don't come, if you move again......"

"Then let's try it......" The fat man stood up from the ground with a smug smile, causing the frightened Ian to retreat again and again, holding his wand in his trembling hand and pointing at the fat man, but there was not even the slightest threat.

"You're exactly like my useless sister, you've never known how to cry, you only know how to cry, you pretend to be strong, but you're actually scared to death, right?"

Little by little, the fat man approached, his greasy claws and fat body completely enveloping the little wizard in his figure.

Vesalius Rand, who had been scared to death just now, was now so excited that this sister's stupid seed had actually been sent to the door by himself!

What a credit would it be to give a witch to the Church? The Bishop of Fabion of the Duchy of Lothair would have been overjoyed, and what would he have to ask him when the time came?

Or simply go to that Wimpal College and extort a sum of money - after all, he is still a relative, and it will be troublesome if he is implicated by the people of the church.

This is a real witch, and it must be worth a lot of money, right?

The fat man laughed irrepressibly, and his crazy appearance simply frightened the little wizard, and the thin figure froze in place.

"Bang!"

The gray-blue beam of light hit the fat man's forehead, and he collapsed to the ground like a drowning pig.

Before she could react, Ayn Rand let out a faint sigh from behind her.

"Didn't I say I'm going to tell me anyway?"