Angela took out a piece of cloth and gently wiped the blood off the blade.

On the blade of the sword, which was as flat as a mirror, reflected Angela's face full of scars.

Angela bowed her head slightly, and a large shadow covered her face.

At the top of the staircase, a crow poked its head out, surveyed the hall, and flew over Angela's shoulder.

Slip~ The blade of the sword slid into the scabbard.

In the early morning, the sunlight shone through the cracks in the window, and in the closet, the flames were extinguished, and a thick layer of ash was filled.

At the door, there was a "squeak~ah~" sound, and the door was gently pushed open.

A middle-aged man carrying a sword gently pushed the door open, but with doubts on his face, when he was still wondering why the door was not bolted, with the door pushed open, his pupils dilated violently.

He saw the familiar strong, headless body, and the familiar head.

He saw the corpse lying on its back on the ground, which made him both respectful and afraid.

He involuntarily increased the strength of his arm, and urgently wanted to push the door open, and then ......

Click!

Something seemed to be blocked behind the door, it was a table, an overturned table.

The middle-aged person's heartbeat intensified, his breathing was short, and his nostrils were involuntarily dilated.

The cold air poured into his nasal cavity, and after a circle in his lungs, it erupted again, turning into a heat stream, and in contact with the cold air outside, condensed a white mist, making his front slightly blurred.

He finally mustered up the courage and walked in.

Then, seeing the scraps of food on the ground and the crossbows that had been discarded haphazardly, he turned his head to see the table that had fallen to the ground, and the corpse of the werewolf that was smoking like char after his death.

Syllable!

There was a crisp sound from the corner of the wall, and the middle-aged man turned his head sharply, and saw Angela, dressed in a black robe, sitting there with a long sword, sitting in the position where his eldest brother often liked to sit.

The black robe covered Angela's body, but the lower half of her face and hands were covered with scars, and the crow on her shoulder, the dark eyes, and the strange harmony made him even more frightened.

The middle-aged man was so frightened that he took a step back, looked at Angela in horror, and immediately swallowed a mouthful of saliva, grinning his teeth, and his face was full of fierceness.

And Angela also looked at him.

The middle-aged man's hands are well maintained, he seems to be very flexible and steady, and the posture of holding the sword is also very standard, but he is not a swordsman, he does not have the posture that a swordsman should have, and his hands are not used to hold the sword, but should be used to hold the pen.

He hadn't killed anyone, Angela was sure of that.

He was an accomplice to murder, and Angela was sure of that.

But he has never been an accomplice to the killing of innocent people, which Angela is even more sure of.

It's not a judgment, it's an instinct from Angela.

A guy who kills like a hemp is not necessarily covered in blood, such as killer assassins, they will always use various methods to wash off the smell of blood on their bodies after killing, so they are more "clean" than the average person, but Angela can judge intuitively that they can't fool Angela.

Similarly, even if the middle-aged man in front of him deliberately made a fierce gesture, Angela had already seen through him, he had "gentleness" engraved in his bones, he had never even opened meat, and his ridiculous ferocity was just a confidenceless hysteria.

Angela pulled, she stood up, the crow white on her shoulder adjusted her body slightly, and stood firmly on Angela's shoulder.

Angela stretched her long legs, the hem of her robe fluttering, and walked towards the door.

The middle-aged man leaned against the door, the fierceness on his face could no longer be maintained, and his arms and legs trembled involuntarily.

He was well protected, from childhood to adulthood, from the city to here, all the way, he was well protected by his strong big brother.

If it weren't for so many changes, he would have been a well-known painter.

And after all these changes, he is still a painter, a painter who lives in the dark ages.

"I'm not afraid of you!"

He muttered to himself, he remembered the words of the powerful big brother - always take the initiative.

He took half a step forward, and the swordsmanship that he had been forced to practice by his eldest brother since he was a child drove his body, and he followed half a step, leaning slightly, and the sword was handed out.

It's a standard sword, not too good, but it's not bad either, but it's just too ridiculous, because the target he aims at Angela's shoulder.

He has the courage to draw a sword, but he does not have the courage to kill.

Angela raised her left hand and separated her sword from the hilt.

The gauntlet rubbed against the blade of the sword, bringing up a little spark.

The blade deflected, and Angela reached forward with her left arm, clutching the sword against his chest, and easily pushing him against the door.

Angela stood in front of him like this, looked at him calmly, looked at his frightened fawn-like eyes and said, "Next time, stab the torso, and, before stabbing out, think of a way out." ”

As he spoke, he let go of him, shook his head, turned and walked out of the cabin, facing the cold morning sun and stepping into the morning mist.

He didn't kill the middle-aged man after all, because he wasn't an accomplice, just a kind waste.

Every time the Dark Ages come, it's a reshuffle.

Only the most vicious and strongest human beings can survive to the past of the Dark Ages.

And this middle-aged man has little life.

May he live well.

Angela can only pray for him in her heart.

Without Angela's support, the middle-aged man leaned against the wall, slowly slid down, and sat limp on the ground.

His lips trembled, and he wept out.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry...... Eldest brother...... Sister-in-law...... I'm sorry...... Nephew...... Sorry ......"

He muttered, tears sliding down his eyes and dripping to the ground, splashing up wisps of feeble dust.

He wanted to reunite with his eldest brother's family, but in the end, he didn't have the courage.

I don't have the courage to commit suicide, and I don't have the courage to fight the murderer.

He even had a hint of happiness in his heart, glad that the other party didn't kill him, which made him feel guilty.

Just like the guilt he felt when he was unable to save the innocent people who were hurt by his brother.

Scold! Guilt of powerlessness.

He raised his head, his crotch was already wet, and the foul-smelling liquid spread out and flowed on the ground.

He's just a waste person, a waste person who can't help himself no matter how much his eldest brother scolds or even beats him, and he can't even compare to his nephew who has a brain problem, at least, his nephew has the courage to fight with others.

There was a hallucination in front of him, as if the stern and rigid eldest brother was right in front of him, the kind sister-in-law who had not yet turned into a werewolf, and the strong and silly nephew.

They looked at him with a smile and invited him to come.

He smiled and stretched out his hand and staggered to his feet, he was going to chase his eldest brother's family.

With a flash of white light in front of him, the middle-aged man came to his senses, and at some point, he had already left the hut and walked more than ten steps.

The middle-aged man shook his head vigorously, returned to the house, and began to collect the corpses of the eldest brother's family.

In the distant woods, a group of dried corpses acting like puppets looked at the wooden house coldly, watched the middle-aged man return to the back of the wooden house, and then staggered towards the distance.

There, is the direction Angela left.

In the corner of the room, on the stool, a gem scorched brightly, and on the gem, there were fine runes engraved, which was Angela's masterpiece last night, and it was also her compensation for leaving some middle-aged people.

Hopefully, I can save him for a while!