A muffled snort

With a sound, the white figure fell heavily on the snow.

"Throw in the towel, surrender." Dimert pinched the white figure's neck and lifted it up and slammed it into the dark tree.

"What do you think you have to live? Victoria..."

Victoria struggled to twist her neck, tears of fear in her eyes. But she never tried to break Dimert's hand, one of which was inside the white cloak.

"I didn't complete the task and tried to survive, I gave up the task in order to survive, in order to survive... Do you think I'm going to let you live, will I? Will I? Will I? Dimmert grinned, the fingers clutching her throat tighter and closer.

"Captain, you promised Xiu Kaslana not to embarrass us!" A scream of fear rang out.

Dimert was stunned for a moment.

He looked back with a wicked smile, "Who reminded you?" Well? ”

The Valkyries took a cowardly step back, not daring to speak again.

He snorted coldly and turned back to put his head to Victoria's ear.

"Is the porridge good?"

"Are Kaslana's people gentle?"

"Is the Tenth Knights comfortable?"

"Do you feel like you're going back to hell again?" Dimmert smirked.

"Have you ever heard such a story?" he suddenly retracted all his expressions, "Satan threw out the bait full of temptation, waiting for the humans to pick up the food. As soon as someone eats the bait, they will send out the wardens to harvest his soul..."

He bared his cold and sharp teeth, like a demon serving people, licking the blood in his mouth, gritting his teeth and saying word by word, "And the name of that bait is called 'happiness'." ”

"After eating the bait, you will feel that you have arrived in a happy Garden of Eden, without any worries, without any worries, sleepy with beds, hungry with food." Dimmert's voice seemed to have a hint of wistfulness: "Beautiful, isn't it?" ”

But in reality, everything was false. The one who eats the bait becomes ignorant and ignorant, immersed in his own world and rejects the true side of the world... So much so that the messenger of the soul will not know when he comes to him. ”

"But we're not like normal humans... They are tempted by bait on earth, and we... We live in hell. The Demon King was above us, watching our dying throes and drinking scarlet wine. The happiness we feel is not the favor of the demon king, but the bait that makes us go to death and use a miserable death to please Satan. ”

Victoria's struggle grew weaker, but her hand remained in her cloak, unrevealed.

"Eventually, those souls will die in the process of pleasing the Demon King... There is only one thing that can make the demon king happy, and even more than one, a miserable death! ”

"Now, you've eaten the bait." As if whispering, Dimmert whispered in her ear, "You've all eaten the bait." The warden of hell will not let you go. ”

"Including you, including me..."

Hula!

A pitch-black mass fell from under Victoria's cloak, Dimert glanced at it, and subconsciously let go of his hand, Victoria fell to the ground, coughing painfully, panting hard.

Dimmert picked up the thing and unfolded it.

It was a pitch-black cloak, apparently the standard cloak of the Tenth Knights, except that it was significantly smaller.

"Hehe......" Dimmert smiled grimly.

"Not only did I eat the bait, but I even bit the hook away...", he laughed so hard that he burst into tears.

He suddenly tore angrily, devoured and bitten, and even scraped and pulled with his nails like a woman! A cloak was torn and thrown to the ground by him!

"Now, I can't kill you... Because, even I'm already a chosen ghost! ”

He turned and walked away, never looking back.

Victoria trembled and looked at Dimmert in the distance. Unable to see him, Victoria threw herself desperately on the broken cloak, and in a frenzy threw the black cloth in front of her, bringing large chunks of snow with her.

She hugged the black cloth mixed with snow, gritted her teeth, and cried silently.

Time passed, and in the blink of an eye, another month passed.

Because of the last time the fifth training camp came to "communicate", the performance of the reserve knights made Gerrard very satisfied, so he mercifully canceled the assessment at the end of November, and gave the knights a day off that day.

The knights were overjoyed when they heard the news, and took over the day of the holiday...

Suddenly, they realized that they didn't know what to do.

The intense knightly training gives them a very clear idea of time planning, when to do what to do and when to rest.

Suddenly given them a day without tasks at all, they were still a little overwhelmed.

Of course, this has no effect on Xiu.

He habitually got up early, washed up with some snow in boiling hot water, put on his new cloak from training camp and the pink scarf from Luna, and went out to add grass to the dark.

The previous cloak was taken away by Victoria, who used Susanna's cloak for a long time until the new cloak was issued.

For him, the holidays don't seem to make much sense, because he can always find something to do, and it doesn't matter if he is on vacation or not.

After going straight into the office and settling breakfast for Dark and himself, he went straight to the office.

Without him, because in the presence of a teacher, it is always more efficient to read a book.

Because there are many words in the Platonic Codex that he doesn't recognize, if he wants to continue reading, he can only turn to Father Marshall for help.

In fact, Xiu was a little afraid of finding this old priest.

Without him, just because of that pot of tea that is thick like bitter water...

Today, it seems that the priest is late, and he is gesturing with a knife on a tea brick, ready to cut a little and put it in the kettle.

Xiu hurriedly ran over, grabbed the tea brick in the priest's hand, squeezed a smile and said, "Priest, either I'll come..."

The priest handed him the knife.

Xiu looked at the size of the kettle, made a gesture on the tea brick, and cut a corner to put the kettle.

"Xiu, these tea leaves are like..."The priest wanted to say something, but he couldn't say anything.

"Father, I think that's enough!" Xiu hurriedly dissuaded him and said, for fear that the priest would still want to put tea leaves, "Usually you put too much tea, it's too bitter!" ”

"No, I mean... You put more than mine..."Xiu turned his head and saw that the small corner of the tea leaves in the kettle began to bubble and swell, and gradually almost filled the entire kettle.

He stared at the kettle dumbfounded, unable to believe that a small amount of tea could fill the entire kettle.

"Why don't you fish some up?" The old man stroked his somewhat thinning pale hair.

Xiu Lian nodded repeatedly. They found another small cup and fished out a full cup of tea, and the kettle finally looked much more normal.

Father Xiu and Father Marshall each had a cup of hot tea and sat quietly on the side, quietly looking at their books.

At the moment, the whole world seems to be quiet.