Otsoule stared coldly at Rafman, who was lying in a pool of blood, and next to him stood a woman dressed in black.

"For ...... Why?"

Rafman fell to the ground, large strands of blood pouring out of his ribs.

Ossur snorted coldly: "Don't pretend, you're not a Rafman at all!" Or maybe you're just a guy in a Rafman shell! ”

After hearing this, Rafman's original expression of horror, surprise and pain gradually subsided, and even his trembling body gradually calmed down.

"What? Finally not going to put it down? Mistress Peter Fresa? ”

"Since it has been recognized by His Royal Highness, then the old man naturally doesn't have to continue, otherwise it will just add to the joke, but the old man still has something unclear, and he needs His Royal Highness the Second Prince to solve his doubts."

The old voice came from the young body, and Otsoule couldn't help but feel a little sad, he had guessed correctly after all.

"When did Your Highness find out? Or how did His Highness find out? The old man thought that this disguise did not show many flaws. ”

"Yes, as Rafman's teacher, you do know him well, and the only thing you miscalculated is the relationship between the three of us."

"Oh? As far as I know..."

"Hehe, what you saw is true. The intersection and relationship between me, Rafman, and Edward are indeed not as good as before, and they are mostly indifferent and calculating each other on weekdays, but this does not mean that our relationship is fake, we still love each other and love our brothers. Otsoule knew what he was trying to say, so he immediately interrupted old Peter Fresa.

"I see, I really didn't expect it, I thought that the royal brothers and sisters were ruthless, but I didn't expect His Royal Highness the eldest prince to have such a deep relationship with you and His Royal Highness Edward."

Holding on to the last hope, Otsur asked.

"Tell me! Where are the Rafmans? ”

"It's a pity, Your Royal Highness the Second Prince, you guessed one thing wrong. Rafman here is indeed the Grand Prince himself, but his soul has long since been extinguished.

O'Soule was silent, his veins exposed, and it was obvious that his entire eye socket was red.

"His Royal Highness the eldest prince is not an obedient person, so in order not to ruin my plans, I can only ask my dear students to be as well-behaved as possible."

"You'll regret it, old fellow."

Old Peter Fresa chuckled a few times, clearly not taking Ossur's threat to heart.

"Odin's deadline has arrived!"

"Oh, I don't know where you got your confidence, but I don't want to delve into it." Ozour said in a mocking tone.

"Your Royal Highness the Second Prince, I admit that you are very smart, I underestimated you, it seems that none of His Majesty's sons are waste, but there are still many things you don't know in this world."

"Then we'll see, now you've got to get out of this body!"

"Bang!"

Old Peter Fresa's mind was hit by a mental shock, forcibly cutting off his control over Rafman's body.

But he didn't care, although the exposure of the matter was indeed not in his plan, but it was too late, everything he had to do had been done, and Odin was destined to become history.

The old duke looked up at Reska, who had been standing aside for a long time.

"Contact the Tartasia family and tell the old guy that the plan is ahead of schedule, it's time for him to act."

"Yes! Lord Duke! ”

On the other side, Ausur bent down and closed Rafman's eyes.

This is his opponent, but also his big brother.

What was once extremely strong hostility is now only regret.

"What if... If only I could have found out earlier......"

Yes, he had the opportunity to discover the plot of the Petersa family earlier, only by that time he had already been carried away by power.

"Rose, have you done everything I told you to do?"

After a long time, Ossoul's expression changed back to that of the second prince, who was not shocked by the honor and disgrace, and now there were more important things that needed him, and dwelling in remorse and sorrow could not solve anything.

The graceful shadow next to her, that is, the assassin who had attacked "Rafman" before, opened her lips lightly: "It's all arranged, my people are all in place." ”

"Very good, if you guessed correctly, the Tartasha family should also have a part in this incident, that is Odin's sword master!"

Ausur smiled bitterly, but there was a subtle disdain in his tone.

"Let's hope the empire can survive this disaster this time!"

……

Odin Plains at night.

After a lot of wasted effort, Andrea finally arrived at the academy and the temporary camp of the royal guards.

"Headmaster!"

"Lord Andrea!"

Without time to reply to the greetings, Andrea hurried through the camp.

Because of the secret fire, Andrea could clearly sense Ivan's position.

"Oh, Headmaster, would you like to come to our celebration banquet together?"

"Next time, I'll look for Ivan."

"Huh? Looking for me? ”

Ivan pointed at himself in surprise, and then his body shuddered, it couldn't be another inhumane experiment, right?!

"Come here." Andrea walked past Ciel, grabbed Ivan's wrist and walked out.

According to the strength of the head of the house, if Ivan is unwilling, Andrea will not be able to pull Ivan away (provided that magic is not used), but seeing the old witch's urgent expression, Ivan is a little soft-hearted (afraid of being forcibly taken away by magic).

Everyone looked at the figures of the two people in the distance with some curiosity.

"What is the relationship between these two people? It doesn't feel ordinary. Abel said.

"Sure enough, is Ivan also a relation?"

"Don't talk nonsense!" Hill gives Stern a pop.

Outside the camp, Andrea and Ivan stood together.

"What the hell is going on?"

"There are a couple of questions I need to ask you about Center Lake at that time."

"What do you want to know?"

"All."

Ivan then recounted all that had happened to him in the central lake.

"Sucking blood?"

"That's right, a lot of people have been sucked straight into human dry."

"There's also a mutinous eighth-level archmage, isn't it......"

Andrea fell into deep thought, and she had gradually developed a more reliable idea in her mind.

At this moment, Ivan saw Edward suddenly run out of the camp as well, followed by Walker, the third commander of the Praetorian Guard! And both of them looked very anxious, and even Ivan didn't hear them shouting.

"Looks like something happened." Andrea's worries grew heavier between her brows.

Small Theatre:

Ivan: Am I not the protagonist! But I don't know anything! QAQ！