"Miss Ayn Rand, may I ask what is the matter?"

In the silent midnight, Ariel sat in front of her bed, holding a wine glass, and looked at the little wizard who had walked into her room, and another glass had already been filled on the table. It's like you've been waiting for a long time.

"Loren... Where's Loren?"

The little wizard didn't care about the other party's name and the smug smile on the corner of her mouth, a trace of worry flashed in her eyes at a loss, and her hands were subconsciously clenched into fists.

After learning from Lusian that Loren and the boy named "Asriel" had disappeared at the same time, she had a faint bad premonition, and instinctively felt that the girl in front of her must know the answer, so she ran over without saying a word, without even saying hello.

"Are you asking me, or do you already know the answer?"

Ariel smiled and spoke, with an undisguised cunning in her eyes, and tilted her little head playfully.

"So... He's really going to attack that caravan......"

Thinking of the words that the other party deliberately avoided when he asked Charles, the little wizard's face was a little pale, and his brows were frowning and he was speechless for a while: "He, Loren... How could he ...... like that"

"Well, what's not to do?" Ariel asked with a smile, "Risking your life and personal shame to protect the safety and power of the Turin family... Is there anything to blame for such a man worthy of trust?"

"But Charlotte ......"

"Charlotte Turin needs to understand that her will can never be above Loren. ”

Smiling and walking towards the shocked little wizard, the petite Ariel cushioned her bare little feet, and gently lay on Ain's shoulder, and the quiet voice touched the pink earlobe:

"Dear Ain, don't you understand... This woman, she is your real threat and enemy!"

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"Boom ————!!!!"

When the golden-red firelight and loud noise came from the forest not far away, the whole camp was in a panic.

The caravan servants who woke up from their dreams covered their mouths one by one with frightened faces, and the fire-lit camp was full of noisy panic, running and colliding, bustling sounds, and chaos.

"Quiet ——!"

The female knight's roar rang out abruptly, echoing over the camp!

Shrell Lightlane, whose face changed suddenly, pulled out his two-handed greatsword behind his back and raised it above his head, and burst out again:

"Silver Blood! Array, Alert ——!"

In an instant, there was a dead silence.

In the next second, the wandering knights of Silver Blood got up one after another, drew their weapons and put them on full alert, and tacitly gathered around the camp according to their respective configurations, and used the bonfire to load crossbow arrows.

It was just two orders that were too simple to be simpler, and in just two or three minutes, the entire camp was already in full swing, and the atmosphere was solemn, and even the originally panicked chamber of commerce servants took out their weapons one after another and organized behind the wandering knights.

Although these people are only servants of the Chamber of Commerce, the caravans that travel outside are more or less equipped with weapons for self-defense, especially bows and arrows and crossbows—hand-to-hand combat may not be realistic, but it can turn any gangster beast that dares to approach into a hedgehog.

Looking at the fire that gradually dissipated in the forest in the distance, the female knight's face sank like water.

How could Robin of Ellemonts, the never-smiling but delicate and powerful knight, be in such a place......

"Hey... What a group of excellent wandering knights. ”

The young man by the bonfire had an exaggerated expression of "exclamation", but he sighed "in frustration": "But looking at the location of the firelight, I'm afraid that the bones of the big brother named Robin who have been blown up are gone......, right?"

"Bell ——!"

The man-tall sword fell head-on, smashing into the dirt less than ten centimeters in front of Asriel, and the ends of his severed hair fluttered in the wind, and the corners of the boy's mouth still hung innocently on his lips.

"How much do you know?!"

Shirrell's expression was hideous, and the appearance of gritting his teeth made Jiao's face slightly distorted.

"Is Big Sister asking me?" Asriel tilted his head and blinked his big innocent eyes, "It's weird... Why do you have to ask Asrael when you already know something?"

The words that were dumbfounded and had no beginning or end made the female knight's eyes flash with a trace of consternation.

He discovered... No, did he know it from the beginning?!

"I met a lost boy in the deserted forest, all the coincidences in this world are just caused by my ignorance, and the big sister is certainly not such an ignorant person... That's right, you knew all this from the moment you 'saved' Asriel, but you still had a small plan in your heart. ”

Asriel said, looking at the female knight leisurely:

"What you didn't guess was that I would confess everything to you... Isn't that right, Big Sister Shirell Letlane?"

Shirell was speechless for a moment.

She knew that the young man in front of her was very smart, but she definitely didn't expect him to be so smart... I didn't expect him to say such a thing, it's just ......

"It's not like what a 'kid' would say... Really, you 'adults' are really easy to guess. ”

Asriel shook his head and curled the corners of his mouth playfully, "But... It's an accident that things will turn out like this......"

Accidentally?

"Originally, Asrael really didn't intend to expose the target, after all, people had little interest in this matter from the beginning, and they were forced to run out of it... It's always hard to say no to a good friend's request, right?"

"But it's clear that 'he' is starting to get impatient with Asrael's passivity... Specially using such a gorgeous debut method is to let the family reveal their identity... I can't help it. ”

Looking at the young man muttering to herself, as if complaining, the female knight suddenly began to become overwhelmed.

The sound of intermittent fighting was already heard outside the camp, indicating that the fierce fighting had begun... I'm afraid it won't be long before a tidal wave of enemies will launch a surprise attack on the camp, right?

The clashing of swords, the sound of fighting... The brothers of the Silver Blood are struggling to resist the enemy's attack.

And all this is because of their own mistakes, self-righteous want to do the trick, borrowing the bait laid by the other party to lure the other party, so that they let down their guard and hit their heads in front of the iron wall of silver blood.

Sherell Lightlane's teeth clenched, not even daring to look directly into the boy's contemptuous and sarcastic gaze.

"What a beautiful and intelligent big sister, Asriel really doesn't want to hurt you if possible. The boy shook his head regretfully:

"Unfortunately, you're not smart enough... No, it's because your horizons are too narrow to limit your thinking. ”

"You ......"

At the moment when the female knight drew her sword, the young man's right hand pinched the blade of the sword, and the thick spine of the sword was as fragile as white paper under his "weak" palm, and it broke from the center with a "snap!"

The moment the frightened Shrell saw the young man's scarlet pupils again, his cold body seemed to be completely frozen!

"I said, I don't want to hurt you, big sister. The corners of the young man's pale cheeks curved into a crescent-like arc, and the blade of the sword cut through his delicate palm, and he was unaware of the blood flowing out:

"Tomorrow, the people of Crimson Blood, and indeed of Byrne, will only know that on this moonless night, a terrible vampire has attacked the camp, and that the heroic Knights of Silver Blood have sacrificed their lives to the last minute to accomplish their mission, and all of them have died. ”

"You are just a worthless pawn in the struggle between the House of Turin and the Governor of Byrne, but you are an obstacle that dear Loren must remove... All Asriel can do is let you die like a hero, so that the prestige of the Silver Blood will last forever, and your beauty will not wither after death. ”

"Well, beautiful big sister ......"

Asriel smiled, his blood-stained right hand picked up the hilt of the sword, and little by little, slowly, forcefully aimed the tip of the broken sword in Shirel's hand at her own throat, not noticing that she had "accidentally" twisted the wrists and fingers of the female knight:

"Farewell. ”