A misty rose-colored sunset shrouded the boundless wilderness plain, and even the clouds of various shapes gradually became stained with the poignant glow of the sunset, as if the whole world had fallen into a fantasy before nightfall.

Under the sunset, the game of chasing continued, running at the front, the aristocratic lady riding a white war horse hugged the horse's neck tightly with both hands, her body was close to the saddle, and she didn't care about the exposed spring light.

"Help me..... Help me........ I am a nobleman of the kingdom. When the aristocratic lady saw Modrian's party from afar, her delicate and seductive eyes sparkled with tears of desire, and a look of bitter fear and sorrow rode over.

The urgent call was like issuing some kind of special order, and the two knight apprentice guards behind the noble lady turned their horses, brazenly and fearlessly faced the enemy behind them, and launched a desperate counterattack charge!

Click! Click!

Pale red greatsword slashed at the guard's armor, bursting with life energy that easily shredded through the sturdy defenses, taking the lives of the two loyal guards.

The sound of the chasing horses' hooves did not stop, hanging behind the fleeing white horses, gradually approaching the silent array of black cavalry.

"Stop!" Wasman raised the heavy horse in his hand and pointed at the approaching aristocratic girl with an expressionless face, and his face like pear blossoms and rain made him not arouse the slightest interest.

Is this an attempt to bring disaster to the east? Let them face the bandits of the wilderness plains, although the strength of those people is not worth mentioning in the eyes of Wasman, it does not mean that he wants to help this noble lady, and the lord's order has not yet been given.

"Wait, I'm a mage apprentice, and my father is Viscount Mori of Limontanlu!" Facing the cold-eyed guy, the aristocratic lady was beating a drum in her heart, this guy wouldn't really want to kill her, would he?

Transparent tears slid down her face, and the noble lady accidentally failed to control the reins and fell off her horse's back, and the green and yellow blades of grass stained the snow-colored skirt and rolled up the folds.

"Mage apprentice, Limontanlu?"

Modrian gently looked at the aristocratic lady who was rolling down the grassland, her delicate and beautiful fair face was pitiful, her moving eyes seemed to be begging for something, and the neat snow-colored silk dress on her body meant that this was not an ordinary girl.

What a coincidental fate!

As if he knew that he lacked a legal professional from the academy faction and needed detailed information about Limontanlu, such a delicate and beautiful girl appeared in front of him.

"Do you know her? Or is it Viscount Morley? Modrian smiled and didn't answer, but looked at Horace beside him with interest.

After looking down and reminiscing, Horace gathered his thoughts and said slowly: "Limontanlu does have a Viscount Morey, but he is a court nobleman, and his family has served the Varrant family for hundreds of years. ”

"As for his heir, this is not very clear, but to say that a daughter with the talent of a legal professional should have spread all over the circle of court nobles a long time ago, and even have a little connection, she can be reluctantly sent to the Violet Mage Tower to study."

"Really?" When Modrian heard the Violet Mage him, his expression was slightly stunned, and he quickly recovered.

"That is, you can't determine the identity of the person in front of you?"

Horace looked up at the bandits of the Wilderness Plains who were getting closer and closer, his face remained calm, and he said respectfully: "Yes, I can't be sure, at least in my memory!" ”

Phew!

Raise your hands, shake your arms!

The gray and white crossed the distance of space, cutting clear marks in the transparent air, and then nailed directly through the body of the aristocratic lady, and the red blood stained the red snow-colored silk dress along the winding blood trough.

Kicking the crimson horse with his legs slightly, Modrian slowly approached the aristocratic lady and quietly looked at the delicate face of struggle and fear.

Behind him, Darius and Horace followed, while Vosman on the other side commanded the Trevali legionmen to lift their heavy horses.

"You...... You..... Why? The aristocratic lady raised her arm with great difficulty, her delicate eyes widened, and she pointed at Modrian and asked fearfully.

The dilated pupils are full of longing for life, and the mage system does not have a tenacious vitality like the knight system and the warrior system, they focus more on the accumulation of knowledge and the training of mental power.

Now, the aristocratic lady is experiencing the silent fear before death, and the horror and reluctance revealed are overflowing.

It stands to reason that this kind of heroic rescue of beauty should appear in these young aristocrats who have just come of age, obtained high rights, and feel that they are invincible, and they should be foolproof!

But the development so far is a little different from the expected plot.

And the price paid was her life.

"Do you know why?" Modrian looked at the aristocratic lady condescendingly, and said lightly, his cold eyes swept over this beautiful woman, and the corners of his mouth slightly pulled out a very mocking smile.

"Compared to Miss Angela, your acting skills are so bad that I can't bear to look at them!" {Angina Françoise Jeffrey, first heir to the Jeffrey family, see chapter fifty-one.} }

"Uh............... You? ”

Bones!

The beautiful head and crimson blood rolled down the wilderness plains, and the noble lady had not had time to leave her name.

A stagnant atmosphere suddenly enveloped the wilderness plain, and dozens of cavalry pursuers consciously stopped their pace and looked at the black array opposite.

It was only now that they noticed that something was wrong, and it seemed that the group of black cavalry on the opposite side did not have a sense of fear because of the disproportionate numbers, but more indifference, disregard and indifference to them, to life, to everything.

The cavalry commander of the pursuers led by him slowly rode forward, looked at Modrian, who was obviously the person in charge, lowered his posture and said: "Thank you for your help, since we have disposed of the 'fat sheep' that escaped, then we take our leave!" ”

Half-squinting, Modrian stared at the timid pursuer not far away, and asked softly, "Don't you want the corpse of this noble lady?" Don't you want to explain the unexpected situation this time? ”

The sudden question left the leader of the cavalry pursuers at a loss as to how to answer, whether to send someone to retrieve the headless corpse, or to leave in disgrace?

It's a tough question!

With his eyes lowered slightly, the cavalry leader seemed to be in some doubts, but he was silently observing the strength of the other party with the corner of his eye, and a mortal threat was beating in the depths of his soul.

"Is it a hard choice?" Modrian shook off the gray blood and turned to Vosman with a slight nod.

"Finish them off, and move on!"