"Damn it!"

Seren wiped the water droplets off his arm, feeling a little emotional. When he returned to the barracks from his bath, www.biquge.info a herald told him a not-so-so-good news. And now, Lord Admiral Leos is waiting to summon him, and it is said that there will be some necessary response to the situation that arises.

After arranging his clothes in front of a bronze mirror and seeing that there was nothing wrong with it, Ceren went to the barracks where Leos was.

Autumn is getting colder, and the outside world is nothing but the scattered shrubs in the camp except for the distant fog and lights of Afron's streetscape. The room was tightly closed, and as soon as you entered the room, the warm air mixed with the smell of charcoal burning came to the surface. The fireplace shone brightly, and between the two young guards, a tall, thin middle-aged man sat in the seat behind the desk and did not get up, with a military cloak on his shoulders and a thick plush blanket on his knees, but his face was paler than usual under the tight wrapping. Seeing Selen's arrival, he smiled slightly, but he didn't say anything, just stretched out a hand and motioned for him to be seated.

"Lord Leos!"

Ceren noticed the faint twitching corners of his mouth on his pale face, and he exclaimed. He knew that this was a great kind of forbearance and restraint in pain—that the Admiral had a hidden disease in his body, a remnant of a serious wound after a battle, and that these symptoms would flare up every cold season, making the no longer young man afraid of the cold, the wind, and tormented. But this year's season seems to be getting even worse.

"Cylen, it doesn't matter."

"But don't you really want to go to church, sir? Their healing magic—"

"It's useless. By the way, Seren, now is not the time to discuss this. Have you heard about the Karthhas messenger? ”

"I see."

Syren nodded. In the Continent, the Elantra Kingdom, and even the Northlands, it has been a time-honored tradition for nobles to bet separately. Not long ago, some servants of noble families came quietly in disguise to provide them with this information, and also told them a very important news.

"Lecter" seems to be on good terms with the eldest lady of the Barros family, and that young lady is a cousin to Marcoolo of the Escud family!

The situation is developing in a bad direction.

Leos was aware of this, and so was Ceren. The two were silent for a long time.

"My lord, do you think Duke Nogo can be trusted?"

"I've always believed in Old Adam."

"But people's hearts will change eventually."

"Afron's current situation, the messenger's behavior is indeed not appropriate, but he does not really represent old Adam."

"But what if?"

After Ceren said this, he saw Leos's body suddenly tremble, and he gritted his teeth as if he was enduring something. Secretly sorry in his heart, he lowered his head, "My lord, this possibility may exist......"

"I also don't think those guys can be fully trusted."

Beside Leos von Naldo, a standing guard finally couldn't help but interject. As a core member of the navy of the Afron Kingdom, their fate has long been shared, and some words, in this closed space, are not a bad thing to say. Moreover, the Admiral has always been known for his leniency, and he does not care about offending these words and gestures.

"Is this what you think?"

Leos was silent for a long time, pulled up the blanket that was slipping off his knees, and asked.

"Yes!"

Almost unanimously replied.

"Then, Seren, it seems that you need to make a trip to Karthus."

……

"What's wrong with you?"

The girl who thought she was in love was still ruddy, and when she saw that Glo was just standing motionless with the reins of the little black horse, she suddenly leaned closer and pressed her little head against her broad, solid chest.

An arm took the opportunity to caress her back—the moonlit street scene was deserted, young men and women snuggled closely, and the sea breeze brought a little coldness, but it could not dispel the warmth between the two.

Glo was already a little confused, secretly comparing himself with Bonie's little white face in his heart, while hugging Miss Lena, he looked at the delicate and pleasant face with more shame, he admitted, he was a little moved-the bandit leader impulsively made up his mind, the wrong and ridiculous thing that happened in the game in the previous life was a good cabbage being arched by a pig, and now it is up to him to correct it.

Glo bent down.

Miss Lena snorted, closed her eyes, her long eyelashes swaying slightly in the moonlight, "Lecter, are you willing to be my knight?" ”

Glo was stunned.

Her knight? The "Witch of Fire" Lena Barros's exclusive knight? He knew exactly what that title meant, and if it was to be worshipped by many players in that game, it would be a feat comparable to dragon slaying. But in this real world in which he lives, he knows that if he is committed, it will be an important part of his later life.

However, he is not Lecter, nor is he Bogne! He was Glo, a mountain man without a surname, the son of a farmer, a bandit leader despised by the nobles—happiness was at hand, but he suddenly found it out of reach.

Each other's identities are like a moat.

Glo hesitated. The reason in his mind made him reluctantly let go of his arm, and this action made Miss Lena open her eyes, and her red eyes were like spotless gems, but the brilliance of the gems quietly dimmed at this moment, and a trace of tide surged up.

"Lena, I'm ......"

Glo's heart softened, and he almost wanted to tell his true identity, but he was worried about something, and he held back.

"Mr. Lecter, are you hating me?"

"No, it's not......"

The bandit leader, who had always been calm, was suddenly flustered, and hurriedly justified that since he came to Aflon, these things had happened, and things had developed to such a point that he had not expected at all, and he felt a sense of confusion -

"Lena, there are some things about who I am that don't fit right now."

Glo muttered back. He was not sure whether Miss Lena's fiery love was derived from the impression of "Lecter's" past deeds, or whether it was love at first sight for him. If it's the latter, he decides that the time is right to say everything.

However, if it were the former, any presumptuous move now would have unforeseen consequences.

Looking at the girl in front of her who was biting her lip and looking confused, Glo somehow shouted in a ghostly manner, "Lena, wait for me for a year, okay?" ”