"Damn, how dare that little sinner!"

Pomped returned to his room in a rage, but couldn't help but shudder the moment he stepped into the room.

It's not because of the cold, although the fireplace in the room is not lit, but the aristocratic fur on his body is not just good-looking, not to mention the castle that is not cold, even if he walks outside in the snow, he will not be frozen.

What made him shudder was the cold and evil energy that permeated the room.

Then he noticed that in the depths of the room, a man in a black trench coat and hooded over most of his face was sitting comfortably in his chaise longue.

"Who is it?" Pomped silently grasped his saber and asked in a deep voice.

The next moment, a green flame burst into flames in the fireplace, and the tongue of fire even spread out of the fireplace, licking and eating the surrounding wall tiles.

A miserable green light suddenly sprinkled the entire room, and there was a faint smell of sulfur.

The door closed without wind and locked with a click, making Pompard even more nervous.

"It's been a long time, the eldest young master of the Fateh family." Until this time, the other party slowly got up, and bowed slightly to Pompey with a movement that was not standard at all, and even gave people a sense of nonchalance: "You seem to have been in a little trouble lately. ”

The familiar hoarse voice made Pompeyd's face sink involuntarily, it was the guy who had been in contact with him from the Secret Eye Society: "It's you?" How did you get into the castle! ”

"It doesn't matter." The other man hissed in reply, and at the same time slowly approached Pompey: "Don't you want some 'little things' that can solve your current predicament?" ”

"Little Things ......"

Pompeyd's expression faltered slightly.

The other party took out a small bottle from his trench coat while the iron was hot, the bottle was a glass bottle in not very good condition, and it contained a viscous liquid like honey: "This is it." ”

At the same time, Pompard also noticed that the other party was wearing thick leather gloves on his hands.

With a trench coat, hood, gloves, and looming leather pants, this guy literally wrapped all of his skin tightly.

"What is this?"

Pomped asked warily.

"Good stuff." The other party did not directly answer Pompey's question, but slyly changed the concept: "It can give you the power that ordinary people can't get in a lifetime, as long as you pour these into your mouth and drink them with a bang, then even the bishop of an ordinary church will not be your opponent." ”

The hoarse voice seemed to have magical power, and Pompide's hand involuntarily took the vial.

"Yes, exactly. Take this and you'll be able to take everything you have! The other party hissed in satisfaction.

But Pompey's not very strong will is still making a final resistance.

"And at what cost? What the cost! ”

"There's only one price." The other party's gaze met Pompade's: "Become our kind." ”

Pompeid is like falling into an ice cave.

He had long suspected that the other party was not human, but it was only now that he was completely sure of it—it was a pair of amber pupils with a black vertical slit like a reptile in the middle, without the slightest emotion or warmth.

- Demons.

For some reason, Pompard remembered this kind of character that only appeared in bedtime stories that his father read to him as a child.

It's absolute evil, and a character with great power.

Even the protagonists of the stories are often unable to kill the demons, and can only choose to banish them or reseal them according to the methods they left behind many years ago.

"No, I refuse!"

After a while, he seemed to have been electrocuted, and wanted to return the bottle of hot medicine to the other party.

"Don't be afraid, after working together for so long, you should know very well that we will not force you to make this choice." The other party didn't answer, but continued to use that tone full of demagogy, and said slowly: "You can keep the potion for now, think about it." ”

With that, his body turned into black dust and dissipated into the air of the room, leaving only a silver mirror on the chaise longue.

Then even the flames in the fireplace turned back to their normal orange red.

Pomped looked at the potion in his hand and paced to the fireplace with a complicated expression, as if considering whether to throw the potion into the fire and burn it.

At this time, there was a sudden knock on his door.

"Who is it?" Pomped subconsciously put the potion back in his pocket and asked loudly.

"Young Master is me, the captain of your personal guard." The person outside replied.

At the same time, Pompard had already opened the door, and when he saw the captain of the guard with a smiling face, he felt upset for no reason: "What happened?" ”

"We've found two prisoners who have infiltrated the sub-castle."

"Discovery?" Pomped frowned, sensing something in the other party's words: "Didn't you catch it?" ”

"Well, they're trapped in the little concert hall by us, and the other guards are arresting them, so it should be a result soon." The captain of the guard answered honestly.

"A small concert hall."

Pomped swaggered to the room, and the captain of the guard hurriedly followed.

As a result, before they could enter the room, they heard a loud voice shouting, "Even if you infiltrate and are discovered, you will never give up the infiltration mission!" Look at the bar, this is how I dive in! [Heroic Benevolence]! ”

Then when Pompard and the captain of the guards came to the small concert hall, they saw a fat man with blood all over his body laughing and chasing after the guards who were running in all directions, and there was a thin man next to him who was moved to tears for some reason, shouting, 'Brother Teshurop!' On the other hand, he was still mending the knife to the person who was cut down by the fat man.

They naturally don't know that Heroic Chengren is one of the core skills in the early stage of the Sword Master's [Battle Mania] route, simply put, it is to keep bursting blood independently, and the lower the blood volume, the stronger the buff on their body, and the longer the skill lasts, the faster the speed of blood explosion will be, even if there is a nurse in the back, they can't pull the blood line, and it belongs to the skill that will play the wave and die if you don't control it carefully.

Just looking at this scene, the corners of Pompey's mouth twitched and he sent a soul question to the captain of the guard: "Why did you tell me that this is called infiltration?" They're all about to knock out all my guards! Why are you just watching, do you want to betray me! Why don't you go down and stop them! Otherwise, that fat man will have to fight ten! ”

The captain of the personal guard who was scolded for being bloody hurried down to help, his own martial arts skills are very good, and he can already be regarded as the level of the chief knight in other small noble families, so he was not beheaded by the berserk Teshuop, although he was sprayed with blood by the other party, but in the end he succeeded in killing the other party.

The rest of Xi Bei was naturally alone, and under the siege of the guards, he desperately killed the two guards and shouted 'enough to Ben' and was also hacked to death with a knife.

Pomped looked at the tragic scene in front of him, and his face turned pale with anger.

Unbeknownst to him, however, while most of the castle's garrison had been turned to deal with the two invaders, a mage had taken the opportunity to sneak into his room and steal some letters......