On the side near the garden, there is a tray of potted orchids on the windowsill, but unfortunately due to the long-term lack of care, the original bright green and narrow leaves of the orchids have given birth to withered veins-

Fresh life loses its nourishment and gradually begins to wither irretrievably.

"Count Lambert" turned, and he walked over to the woman in the study—

He was still wearing an ironed black earl's gown, and his long swallowtail hung down to his knees, but if anyone who was familiar with the earl saw his appearance at this time, he would definitely not help but let out an exclamation!

He came up to Anna and threw the glass on the floor - the sound of crystal shattering was loud in the quiet of the night, and there were still insects chirping in the garden of the vestibule, but at this moment, all sounds were gone. The viscous scarlet liquid in the cup was bubbling and flowing, and there were spliced gaps on the floor, and the liquid seeped into it, instantly outlining one dark red line after another—

It's like the lips of Lord Count.

His lips seemed to be more vivid than those of the women with heavy makeup, and the face was an obviously abnormal blue-gray. He came to Anna's side, then stretched out the index finger of his right hand and gently hooked the white jade chin.

"Anna, you always look so worried, it really makes me unhappy. Didn't you hook up with that guy named Sask already now? I think he should have told the man everything that happened here. ”

"Count Lambert" was close to the woman, letting her snort on his cheeks, he seemed to gasp, and with the confusion of his dead gray eyes, he violently pushed his lover down on a large, soft bed, which was covered with a fine white velvet blanket, and he began to tug at the nightgown, the woman was like a puppet without resistance, perhaps she knew that resistance would only provoke meaningless contradictions.

She fell like a lifeless piece of wood, and the lips of "Count Lambert" were as cold as ice, and tears flowed silently from the corners of the woman's eyes as his lips kissed down her ears, her swan-like neck, and her collarbones.

"Arnold, I'm your sister."

"No, now you're in my eyes, you're just a woman—"

Her body was soon enveloped in a shadow, and the dull, staccato voice interrupted him—

He tore up his dress, and at this time, the hazy moonlight outside the window reflected in, and on his chest and back, there were still clear scars, which were injuries caused by the long sword, and it was not just an ordinary cutting wound, the trace of power belonging to the Holy Radiance in the wound had always made his wound unable to heal.

"Arnold, your injuries aren't completely healed, the Templar ......"

"Ho-ho, why are you mentioning that damn knight at this time...... Every time I think of those church minions, my mood inevitably turns bad......"

"So, I'm worried about the trouble that is likely to come."

A woman has a natural instinct for things, and when she becomes pessimistic, depressed, and depressed, she often needs the right comfort – and all she can wait for is a storm and a torrential rain.

……

"Gross, are you sure we're going to get into this tunnel?"

Several people gathered around the entrance of the tunnel, and Mr. Scholar Pyrrot Dimons couldn't help but cover his nose with his hands, but even so, there was a strong smell of corpses in the turbid air that penetrated his nostrils.

The smell was definitely unpleasant—besides, he was a nobleman who had always been pampered, and at this time, seeing that no one had made a clear statement about it, he was finally the first to express his opinion.

In fact, he spoke to some of the people in the team.

Redder had already guessed what might be like in the tunnels - although he was used to life and death as a mercenary, it was not pleasant to get up close and personal with a rotting corpse.

And the same is true of Miss Mage, although as a mage does not have any special emotions for these things, but a woman's nature has some cleanliness habits.

"Mr. Gross, can't we go straight to the City Lord's Mansion?"

She asked, looking at Gross—the question was the same as Mr. Scholar's, and in essence, Miss Mage couldn't understand the need to burrow into this stinking tunnel.

In Gross's plan, the infiltrators only included him, Matthew, and Kenneth. He considered the strength of the Death Knight, and the other people went, and he wasn't too sure about their safety.

At this time, since they expressed their opinions, Gross was also happy to take advantage of the situation, and his gaze swept over everyone's faces, "In this case, you can also choose to go directly to the City Lord's Mansion, but if you see the patrol soldiers of the brigade, remember not to clash with them." ”

"But what if there aren't many of them?"

"Redbeard" Red asked—from the conversation, he could already tell that the regimental leader Gross and the two knights seemed to have already made arrangements, but he didn't inquire or inquire very curiously, but out of inevitable curiosity in his heart, after hearing Gross say this, he still asked a seemingly unimportant question.

"Feel free to do so."

Gross replied casually.

Matthew's legs had been lowered into the tunnel, and judging by his movements, there must have been a ladder inside, and Kenneth held a torch, and when Matthew's footsteps hit the ground, he handed it over—

"So, I think I should understand, Gross, you're planning to launch a surprise attack on the City Lord's Mansion?"

"In a sense, it is better to understand it as a temptation."

There were too many questions about this matter, and Gross had not fully communicated with them beforehand - Stewart, who had been silent at this time, asked rarely, Gross nodded, and then looked at all his companions.

"In any case, I hope that everyone will ensure their own safety first, and it is best not to enter the City Lord's Mansion rashly."

Without going into the details of the reason, he followed Kenneth headlong into the tunnel.

……

Plans always fail to keep up with changes, and this time infiltrating the city lord's mansion in Ensada comes from the proposal of the knight Matthew. Gross still has one last bit of doubt about the evidence in the hands of the priest Askia, and the best way to solve them is to go and find out. I want to chat with more like-minded people about "{?$article_title?} ", WeChat pays attention to "excellent reading literature", chatting about life, looking for confidants~