The nights on the continent of Posole were always very cold, and Ilvigne was carrying bread and walking hurriedly. Her destination is the castle of the Viscount of Ellu.

There is a curfew until twelve o'clock in Luthlor, but there are always some privileged people. According to Mrs. Cicell, the young lady of Viscount Erlu's family is headstrong again! Ilvinne was still quite pleased with Mademoiselle Viscountess's willfulness, which meant that she had an extra salary, and as long as her mouth was sweet enough, she might even earn a good tip!

Ilvin's head was full of copper and silver coins. Beloved God of Light! She didn't dare to ask for gold coins. With a lot of momentum, Ilvinje picked up the pace of his feet again.

In a short time, they arrived in front of the castle of the Viscount of Ellu. Ilvinne saw the castle for the first time, and although she was shocked, she quickly collected her emotions and hung her head meekly and humbly.

She was just a commoner, and she didn't even have the right to lament the castle, let alone be called a "hillbilly". You must know that those who are called "hillbillies" are either new aristocrats who have just risen, or some "heroic" rich people, or small town aristocrats who have entered big cities......

Miss Viscount's maid had been waiting early, probably for a long time, and the maid was a little impatient, and the maid threw fire on Ilvigné's head, and asked as if she had found fault: "Why did you send a little girl over?" Didn't our lady invite the shopkeeper who didn't move the 'goth' to deliver the bread herself? ”

Ilvinne was not angry either, and said in her sweet voice: "How could it be! It is a great honor to be able to do things for Miss Viscount, and that is truly a gift from the God of Light! It's just that Mrs. Citchell is a little unwell. My sister is the person next to Miss Viscount, and she is also an unattainable person for those of us, how can she give her illness to her beautiful sister? Please also ask for your understanding from my beautiful sister. Irvinje was really deeply disturbed by making her sister so angry! ”

The maid extinguished the fire, the fire dissipated, and the maid listened to Ilvine's praise and became in a better mood and said: "Well, although the person is small, he can still do things." ”

The smile on the maid's face couldn't be hidden, and she generously paid for the bread and said, "These are 5 silver coins, don't look for them." ”

Ilvinje took the money with a smile and praised it again: "My sister is really beautiful and generous...... May the God of Light bless you! ”

As Ilvignes walked home, his heart was clanging: Mrs. Cicell's bread was worth 390 copper coins, and 100 copper coins could be exchanged for one silver coin, so that the tip was 10 copper coins, that is, 110 copper coins. Add in Mrs. Sealell's running fee of 10 copper coins, and this time you will net 120 copper coins! This time, Mrs. Citchell was so generous, and Ilvinne was a little surprised. But surprise to surprise, Ilvinje was still pleased. Of course, Mrs. Sealell would have been happier if she had been so generous.

5 copper coins can buy a black loaf, he is still young, a loaf of bread can be divided into three meals, and he has harvested 24 days of grain for a nobleman. Ilvigne's heart simply smiled, and his mood was exceptionally beautiful.

Uninvited guests always come in the dark. Five rangers stopped Ilvigne. Ilvinne tried to explain: "Oh, valiant guard attendant, I am a servant of the 'Goths', who have come to deliver bread on the orders of the Venerable Viscount Ellu, and am about to return home. Please believe that Ilvignes is a law-abiding civilian. ”

"How do I know if it's an excuse. Lovely young lady, you must know that the recent Luthlot has been a little uneven! We are deeply trusted by the lord of the castle to protect the safety of Luthlor, how can we not be faithful to our duties? The leading patrol guard said righteously.

"I, Ilvigne, swear to the great god of light as a devout believer in the god of light, that I am indeed walking home after delivering bread to Mademoiselle Ellu. Oh, valiant patrol attendant, I'm just over eight years old, and believe me really isn't an outlaw......" Ilvine wanted to say something more, but the faces of the five patrolmen flashed through her mind, and there was no hindrance when she went. At this moment, Ilvine understood that this was a toll! Being a soldier is dangerous, and the income is not high, so why do you have to engage in some side jobs!

Ilvigne's words turned, and he said, "O valiant guard attendant! You have worked so hard, but the maid beside Miss Viscount Ellu has deliberately left some comfort! ”

As he spoke, Ilvine took out a silver coin and handed it to the leading patrolman, and then praised: "Beautiful and noble Miss Viscount Erlu! It is really kind and generous, may the God of Light bless this kind Miss Viscount. ”

At this time, the five patrol guards were no longer so vicious, and they echoed: "Yes! May the God of Light bless Miss Viscount! ”

Finally, Ilvignes could go home, but her joy was gone. In the end, she earned only 20 copper coins. But so what? She was an ordinary commoner living at the bottom of the Posole, an orphan girl without parents.

Even the work of "Goth" was earned by her. But as time passed, Ilvigne, who was good at observing words and feelings, understood that according to Mrs. Cicell's "iron rooster" temperament, there were many children who refused to be more pitiful than her, and more abrasive than her.

Well, it could only be her parents' reason.

The most likely reason is that her parents had helped Mrs. Cichell, who was in debt to her.

In fact, Ilvinje had already guessed eight or nine. Ilvigne's parents were both mercenaries, and her parents had their own destiny to follow the path of swordsmen, but their talents were limited, and their achievements were just swordsmen. Becoming an undesirable mercenary is also for the sake of Ilvine's better life. The swordsman's parents can hang up the position of Luthlor's captain! That's legitimate, but the salary is too small.

Why are mercenaries not liked? In the end, it is civilians who do not have the strength to protect themselves. Some mercenaries will do anything to complete their tasks, how can they not disgust the civilians?

Once, Mrs. Citchell became seriously ill. Ilvigne's mother and Mrs. Citchell were children. So, Ilvinje's parents set out together to look for the herb "Grey" outside the city......

That's why after Ilvigné's parents died when she was five years old, Mrs. Sixche was willing to spend money on "child labor." Despite the small size of the sensible Ilvignes and their limited help, Madame Citchell always at least did not let her starve to death. For this, Ilvinje was grateful.

At the age of 8, Ilvignes is finally able to start her side hustle, which is to earn "running expenses". Today is the first time she has run away, and it is also the first time for her to know Dao, this is not a world where "everyone is equal", this is the hierarchical Solai Continent! She is so weak that everyone can be bullied.

Ilvinje has another name, "Lissy". On this night, Ilvigne's ambitions were budding......

Spring in Posole is vibrant, even in a slum like Oka that exudes life in the midst of lifelessness.

Since the death of his parents, Ilvinje has returned to Oka where his parents have desperately left.

Ilvine walked out of his hut wearing a practice uniform remodeled from his mother's old clothes, with an old rapier pinned to his waist. Ilvigné stretched and began her daily routine. Ilvinne carefully stroked the rapier and said, "Man, we need to work harder!" ”

The rapier is an adult-human sabre, and Ilvinje is always difficult to use at first. But as time went by, she got used to it.

Ilvigne's heart to grow stronger has never been stronger than it is today. Ilvinne finally set the motto for her life - "Weakness is the original sin!" ”

Because of her weakness, her parents would die in the mission; Because of her weakness, she struggled to make ends meet in Okka; Because she is weak, she has no right to protect money!

Over and over again, Ilvinne practiced the basic forms given to her by her parents. Until sweating, until exhaustion, until the potential is exhausted.

Ilvinje collapsed on her single bed, taking a deep breath. The faces of the five rangers in my mind were so clear. But she must forget, otherwise will she let the evil spirit block her heart? If she doesn't have the ability, she is not qualified to export evil for herself, but if she has the ability, she is still not qualified to export evil anger, and the patrol guards are just living a "normal" life according to the Posolai style! Who is she? Must let the whole world revolve around her? She can not get used to it, but she is not qualified to change.

Ilvinne was always homesick when he was vulnerable, and the rule of law society with all kinds of loopholes was so lovely.

She still remembers that when she was still "Li Xi", her favorite thing was to walk in the gray area with a large amount of money. She has drilled the loopholes of the law again and again, and every time she succeeds, she has always mocked the incompetence of the law. Her favorite quote is - "Having money is not everything, but not having money is everything." "What she loves most is to gather wealth......

But how ridiculous it is to think about it now! Society is about progressing little by little. Now that I think about it carefully, the legal loopholes she once drilled, and then she never drilled them again, isn't that the progress of society? She is on the verge of breaking the law and mocking the law, so ridiculous!

Thanks to life, she still has the ability to repent, even if this confession is in another world. She will refine herself with repentance.

Li Xi is her, in the past tense. Ilvinje is also her, in the present tense. Li Xi's memory, that life process, is so precious! Because it will become her life experience, which can make her avoid detours.

She told herself that the traverser was not qualified to be superior, and that the more ripe the ears of wheat, the more they would know how to bend over. She told herself that no matter how complicated life is, she must always maintain her own elegance. She told herself that dreams can be skyrocketing, but the ideals are actually stepped on step by step.

Memories are chained and come to an end. "You Ilvignes are good...... she couldn't help herself.

She comes from afar, and even since she was a baby, she has been with her parents shyly. But just as her parents loved her, so did she, Ilvigné loved them!

Posole has many legends. The world of swords and sorcery has countless thrilling stories, even in the civilian world, which is also a bedtime story that children love to hear. The spirit of adventure and exploration is deeply ingrained in the blood of the people of Posolai, and it will boil whenever there is an opportunity!

【Level Setting:

Magician - Magic Apprentice, Magic Messenger, Magic Teacher, Magic Master, Magic Commander, Magic Nirvana, Magic Constant, Titled Mage.

Swordsman - Swordsman, Swordsman, Swordsman, Swordsman, Swordsman, Swordsman, Swordsman. 】

Ilvinne lay in bed and soon fell asleep, and this sleep came in the afternoon. The golden sunlight shone through the cracks between the curtains on the tips of Ilvigne's pale gray hair. The sun continued to move westward, and the sunlight refracted onto Ilvine's eyes. After a long time, Ilvine rubbed it uncomfortably. Ilvinje also woke up.

Ilvigne jumped out of bed and quickly changed into a cute dress. She moved her stiff face, put on her brightest smile, pushed open the window and smiled into the air, "Oh, dear lady/sir, may the god of light bless you......"

Ilvinje adjusted himself and was ready to go. In the afternoon, the "Gothic" shop always has a lot of orders! And the person who orders the order always has some spare money, and she will definitely earn a lot of tips from it.

Ilvinne pushed open the door of the "Goth" and met Mrs. Citchell's scolding: "What a lazy eater, did you come so late today to drink the northwest wind?" ”

Ilvigne's bright smile remained unchanged, "I'm sorry, Lady Citchell. It's just that Ilvinje really doesn't want to go. The Ilvignes couldn't help Mrs. Citchell much, and Ilvignes knew it. It's just that in order to survive, even if there are dozens of days to break a plate, you have to rely here. Thanks to Mrs. Cicell's kindness, Ilvignes is still alive. It's just that Ilvine's guilt finally exploded. Oh, dear Madame Cicel, Ilvigne is finally 8 years old and can finally help you when you are at your busiest. Dear Mrs. Cicel, please believe that Ilvigne, whom you have seen since childhood, will be up to the task. ”

Mrs. Citchell thought for a moment and said, "Well, my dear little Il, you always have a way to get my anger to run into an unknown corner, and you always have a way to convince me. ”

Ilvinne pretended to be surprised and said, "Dear Lady Cicel, you are so kind, may the God of Light bless you!" Ilvinje will live up to your expectations! ”

"Madam, Miss Viscount Ellu has placed an order, but the Wright helper can't come for the time being, and the helpers in the store have been dispatched, what should I do?" The pastry chef said anxiously.

"Pig, Wright doesn't know how to ask for leave beforehand......" Mrs. Cicell said in a bad tone, and then said to Ilvigné: "Il, deliver the pastries to Viscount Erlu's castle, or that Viscountess, you did a very good job yesterday, I believe you can do it!" Go ahead, here's 5 copper coins. Remember as soon as possible! ”

Ilvigne had already taken the pastry from the pastry chef's hand, and she replied, "Yes, Mrs. Citchell." Have faith in your Eli! ”

With that, Ilvinje was gone. The same road, the same people, the same people have different hearts......

Ilvine was still surprised to see Viscount Ellu's castle again, and in the daytime she could see more clearly than night.

Waiting for her today was another maid. Her hair was meticulously combed, her face was serious, and she stood straight. Ilvigne's heart began to wail, and the maid looked like an "iron rooster" like Mrs. Cicell, and she felt sorry for herself for her "good start".

The smile on Ilvigne's face remained unchanged, and he handed over the pastry and said: "Hello, beautiful sister, I am a hired worker of 'Goth' 4 silver coins and 50 copper coins, thank you!" ”

Sure enough, the maid took out 4 silver coins and 50 copper coins from her small bag, no more, no less. The customer is God, and even though Ilvinje did not receive a tip, the smile on his face was indeed bright: "Thank you for your patronage, may the god of light bless ......"

Before Ilvignes could finish her sentence, the iron doors of the castle were closed, and she touched her nose and turned to leave.

On the way home, you can always see all kinds of temptations, delicious food, gorgeous clothes, who doesn't love it! But Ilvinje could only tell himself: there will be bread, there will be milk!

Accidents happen unexpectedly. I saw that the bustling crowd on the street quickly dispersed to both sides, emptying the middle. Ilvigne was pushed to the back of the crowd. Everyone has curiosity, and Ilvinne took advantage of the small number of people to drill through the cracks of the crowd, and it took a lot of effort to get to the front row.

In the middle of the street, the nobleman's carriage sped away, and behind it was a seventeen-year-old girl with a brand on her head, her dazzling blonde hair covered with dust. With her head hanging and her bare feet, she trotted all the way, one bloody footprint at a time. Her hands were tightly tied together with ropes, the other end of which was tied to the end of the carriage.

"Hey, dude! Do you know what's going on? A tall uncle on Ilvigne's left didn't know him or not, and patted a yellow-bearded uncle next to him and asked.

Uncle Yellowbeard replied, "I don't know." Probably another drama of the aristocracy torturing slaves! It's no wonder! ”

The aunt behind Uncle Yellowbeard couldn't hold back, and she broke the news: "This time it's not a simple scene of nobles torturing slaves, there's something to talk about here!" ”

The tall uncle answered, "Oh? Sister, tell me quickly, is there anything else hidden? ”

The aunt then broke the news: "According to reliable information, that female slave was originally a little nobleman! The person sitting in the car was a male aristocrat. The big male nobleman wanted the little female nobleman to be his mistress. But that little female nobleman is proud! A serious wife who swears in front of the church doesn't run away to be a mistress? The little female noblewoman was also stupid, she actually ran away with her guardian knight. Now it's okay, it was rumored to be an elopement, and the male nobles were angry. As a result, the family of the little female aristocracy fell. The male nobles chase, and the female small nobles run. Eventually, the female minor nobles were caught and became female slaves of the male nobles. I once saw the original female nobleman when the wind blew her hair, and the current female slave glanced at her, she was so beautiful, seeing her tortured, I was also a little unbearable! I hope that the freshness of the male nobles has passed, and the anger has subsided, and her life can be better......"

Ilvine listened to the side, and the cause and effect were also clear, but for some reason, a name popped up in Ilvine's mind: "The love and hatred between female slaves and male nobles!" ”

Ilvinje watched as the slave woman trotted behind the carriage as she got closer and closer to her......

At this moment, a dog scurried through the middle of the street, the horse was frightened, and the car stopped. The force of the sudden stop threw the female slave into the crowd. The people around them only looked back and watched the slave girl fall to the ground.

Ilvinje noticed a boy in the crowd crying and shouting a name, while his mother covered his mouth and dragged the boy away with a hard pull.

The male slave fox in the carriage said pretending to be a tiger: "Whose dog?" Do you know who's sitting in the car? That's the eldest son of the Viscount Erlu family! Frightened our eldest son's horse, don't die! ”

The crowd was silent, and the male slave looked triumphant, and the villain was about to say something more, when a fiery red whip was thrown out of the carriage and struck the male slave. A deep baritone came out of the carriage: "Noise! Humble slave, who gives you the right! ”

While all eyes were on the male slaves, Ilvinje was watching the female slaves. She is so beautiful, she has a pair of talking eyes, even if she is so embarrassed, the arrogance in her eyes does not change, the depths of her eyes are majestic fire, her demeanor is still the same! But as a woman, she also sympathized with her, and she was in prison. Oh! Beloved God of Light, why does the beautiful woman have to suffer from this, why can the great nobles be willful......

Ilvignes was so close to her that she could even hear the gurgling of hunger in her stomach. By the devil's hand, Ilvine took out a third of the black bread from her crossbody bag and quietly handed it to the slave woman. It was her dinner today, but Ilvinje felt she needed the piece of brown bread even more!

The slave girl was surprised, and she looked at Ilvignes with tenderness in her eyes, and she whispered in her hoarse voice, "Thank you, lovely young lady." My name is Hegoya Delin."

At this time, the previous accident was probably dealt with. Hegoya smiled at her, as if sensing something, and stood up. The carriage began to move again, and Hegoya began to trot barefoot again. Ilvine also said something like she said again, such as telling her her name, but unfortunately she didn't have a chance. Ilvine prayed silently in his heart: "Oh! My beloved God of Light! Please make sure Miss Bao Youdelin is alive! Only by being alive can there be infinite possibilities......"

Ilvine had a crush on Hegoya, and this time she prayed to the god of light with true devotion.

It's not enough for Viscount Erlu to have a wayward Viscount in his family, there is a more vicious Viscount who does whatever he wants. Ilvine is really worried about the Erlu family, it is terrible to have such an heir, but it doesn't have much to do with Ilvine!

As for the male slave who died in the end, he was whipped to death by his master, Viscount Erlu. People gathered around to see the excitement after the departure of the Viscount Erlu. Finding the dead, the people retreated as if fleeing the plague, creating a vacuum around the male slave. Who will collect his body? He was nothing more than a lowly slave, a lowly man who even the commoners disdained......

Ilvigne returned late because of an accident in the street, and was severely scolded by Mrs. Citchell. Ilvinje went in and out of his left ear and out of his right.

At this time, Ilvigne's mind alternated between the image of Hegoya's embarrassment and the image of the death of the male-slave-subordinate. Ilvinje had been distracted for the whole day.

When Ilvinne returned to her own nest in Oka at the end of the day, she collapsed on the bed without changing her clothes. Today, Ilvinje is exceptionally tired. Today's scene evokes memories of years ago.

It was a cold winter night, Ilvignes was only three years old, and her parents were still alive.

The wind was raging, and it brought the cold to it and swept away not an inch of air. The moon hanging in the night was half-hidden by the clouds, as if the moon had also been blown away.

The townspeople of Luthlot gathered in the largest square of Luthlot on this cold night, wrapped in thick cotton clothes, to listen to the admonition. The Church of Light always has to do things with great fanfare, and it has to show the citizens of Luthlo. Prestige does not come out of thin air, but is established by forceful means. This is also the old rule, every year someone is abused and killed in public. However, 500 years ago, it was the most heinous death row prisoners who were tortured and killed, and in recent years, "blasphemers" have emerged one after another, and then they have been tortured and killed.

The most striking thing in the center of the square is a single woman, and no one in the Church of Light is more eye-catching than her.

Her clothes were covered with thick blood scabs, her tendons and tendons were broken, and she could only lie on the cold ground, wearing single clothes, but she was already frozen and did not shiver. The only proof that she was alive was the white air that came out of her extremely slow breathing.

Ilvinje's father lamented: "Fortunately it is winter, and if it were summer, I am afraid it would have been either a stake or a bath barrel." May Miss Oyeko suffer less. ”

"That's it! I'll still be around! Ilvigne's mother stopped.

"My dear, you have to understand that we can't protect our baby Ilr for the rest of our lives, we can only teach her everything we will and tell her everything we know, which is the best protection for Il." Ilvigne's father paused, picked up Ilvigne, and said, "What's more, our Ilvine is so smart and sensible, he will definitely not be frightened!" Right? My Il? ”

Ilvine nodded helpfully.

Ilvin's mother reluctantly said, "Well, my dear, I can't talk about you. ”

Ilvine's father continued: "That's what I said, isn't it? Look at those ordinary citizens who blindly follow the Church of Light, and only know how to condemn Miss Oyeko. Have they forgotten that the kind-hearted Miss Oyeko had helped them? ”

Ilvigne's mother screamed, and everyone around her turned their heads to look at her, and Ilvine's mother blushed and lowered her voice, "Enough! Honey, please think about it for me. Oh, think about our lovely Ilvinje. I know you love this family so much, and we traveled from north to south until we had Ilvignes. We gave up many in exchange for stability, dear, the truth doesn't matter! Even though Miss Oyeko has helped many people, including you, dear, of course, but I am a selfish woman, and I just want our little family to be well! The Church of Light has already decided, so the 'criminal' Oyeko is a blasphemer! ”

"But my dear, we are adventurers, we are not ignorant ordinary citizens. Isn't the reason why adventurers are maliciously promoted by the Holy See and make adventurers hated by ordinary people because we have been exposed to too many magical things and know too much? The Holy See of Light is no longer the Holy See of Light it used to be, it has been decaying since 500 years ago! How can such a papacy lead the masses? The Holy See of Light is no longer a force that restricts the aristocracy, and it has begun to have no nobles in the same stream. Why was Miss Oyeko convicted? Because the light of Miss Oyeko has put those darkness to shame! Ilvigne's father was indignant.

"Honey, maybe you're right, but that's too far away for us to be relevant to us, isn't it? Oh! Honey, I understand you, I understand you! But those who know more do not necessarily die, and those who know more but can't control their mouths will definitely die! My dear, I love you, Ayell, we are no longer at the forefront of the battle. For the sake of Il, we have given up the more stable patrol commanders, we are still adventurers, we are fighting on the second line, but this should not be your delusion! Calm down, dear and stable life needs to be managed even more! Ilvigne's mother said rationally.

Ilvigne watched his parents argue helplessly, so he just hugged his father tightly.

Ilvinne's father felt Ilvine's arms tighten and hugged him tightly. He gently patted Ilvigné on the back to soothe him, and did not speak again.

After a long while, Ilvigne's father apologized to Ilvigne's mother: "Honey, I was wrong, I'm sorry. I guess I'm a bit angry, I'm really sorry. I love you, love Il, love our family......"

The last time Ilvine saw Miss Ojeco was lying on the white snow, red blood flowing from her lower abdomen, and all around her was a patch of red, which continued to expand outward, wanting to dye the pure white. Oh, there were snowflakes in the sky, it was the first snow of the winter, for Miss Oyeko......

Miss Oyeko is probably dead. Ilvinje remembered

She took one last look at Miss Oyeke, and there was no white gas on Miss Oyeke's mouth.

Ilvinne is a staunch atheist, even if she comes to another world, she is unswerving, "divine authority of kings", "supremacy of gods" or anything is nonsense!

But after this incident, Ilvinne finally put on some awe, after all, whoever holds the power of life and death is the boss. Ilvinje doesn't believe in God, but she pretends to be more religious than anyone else.

Ilvigne now has two options, one is to continue to live a mediocre life in Lusloan, if there are no accidents, even though her daily staple food is only black bread. Second, change the way of life and try her best to climb up, although her future is unknown.

At this time, Ilvigné remembered Mr. Lu Xun's famous words in time: "Silence, silence, no longer erupt in silence, just perish in silence!" ”

Ilvinne tortured his heart: "Are you willing? Can you accept mediocrity? ”

There will always be forks in the road in life, one to the left and one to the right, the choice is so tangled, but in any case, you can only choose one......

Time is like an arrow, the sun and the moon are like a shuttle, and Ilvinje is fifteen years old. Who is Little Il, who ran away in Luthlor? Now there is only Ilvigne, the genius painter of Griet!

Glee is not more prosperous than Luslo, but it is better than simple and quiet. It took Ilvigné three years to make almost every citizen of the city know her, so that her identity in Grebe Pearl is true!

In Gregory, all her background has not changed, but it is just a deceptive story.

Ilvinje lived in Minsing, in Gle, a noble circle. Her neighbors were troubadours and reclusive sages.

Ilvigne finally ate 30 copper coins of white bread and drank 40 copper coins of milk. To be honest, she didn't like Posole's milk very much, it was too simple to handle and smelly. But in order to save her, because when she was a child, she ate only one-third of her short height at one meal, and she had to have white bread with milk for every meal.

One sunny afternoon, Ilvinje was out the door. The weather was fine, and Ilvinje's mood was exceptionally good. She wears a beige stacked skirt with maroon boots. She braided her waist-length gray hair and put on a simple white top hat. Oh! Of course, not forgetting her handbag, and a lightweight basket, she ran out of milk and needed to go shopping.

The streets of Glele are quiet and orderly, not as lively as Luslow, but they have a different flavor.

Ilvinne is also a small celebrity in Greville, and there is always no shortage of people to greet her on the street.

"Good afternoon, Miss Painter! Miss Painter is out looking for inspiration, maybe you need a beautiful bouquet of flowers. ”

Mrs. Rett said, who sold flowers.

"Good afternoon, Mrs. Reitt! I don't think I'm here for inspiration. Maybe I need a bottle of milk more, Mrs. Rett. However, your flowers bloom exceptionally beautifully, and it will wait for those who cherish them," replied Ilvinje politely.

"That's a pity, I know you'd take good care of them if it were Miss Painter. Goodbye, Miss Painter! Mrs. Rett said regretfully.

"I regret it too. Goodbye, Mrs. Ret, may the God of Light bless you! Ilvinje said.

Ilvinje is the shop that greets you all the way to the "Silk Milk".

"Good afternoon, Mrs. Morisawa! You're still as beautiful as you have been for decades. But this afternoon, your beauty amazes me," Ilvinje used to say exaggeratedly.

"Good afternoon, Miss Ilvignes! That mouth of yours is still just as sweet, is it smeared with honey? I guess we've only known each other for three years! Mrs. Morisawa's words seemed to be finding fault, but the crow's feet at the corners of her eyes from the smile betrayed her good mood.

"Really? Then my wife and I really hit it off at first sight, it's like we've been friends for ten years! Ilvinje replied lightly.

"Me too! Miss Ilvignes is already very tall before she knows it, compared to three years ago, she has surpassed me, and time is really rushing! Madame Morisawa said as she picked up the milk and handed it to Ilvinje, "Welcome to your patronage!" ”

"May the God of Light bless you, ma'am!" Ilvinje replied.

Ilvinne said goodbye to Madame Senzawa but didn't go home directly, her goal was the library of Gle, read ten thousand books, and travel ten thousand miles!

Just as Ilvine was holding this "Chronicle of the Continent of Posole" and reading it with relish, she was interrupted by Ruth, the maid of the Viscount Ari's family.

"Illvine painter?" Ruth, the maid, asked softly.

Ilvine nodded, then motioned for her maid Ruth to follow her. The library is a place for people who love to read to study quietly, and it is not suitable for talking about things.

Outside the library.

"What's the matter?" Ilvine asked.

"Hello, Illvinje painter! The young lady of Viscount Ari's family would like to ask you to draw a picture. The young lady said, 'The painter does not need to refuse in a hurry, the collection of books of the aristocratic family is not comparable to that of the Glie's library, and the painter can read it to his heart's content.' And she believes that the artist's ambition is not limited to Grie. Please think about it! Ruth, the maid, said cautiously, apparently knowing her rule that she only paints three times a year.

The rule of painting only three paintings a year was established from the moment Ilvinne decided to become a painter. Ilvinje knew very well that even the best painter was worthless if he had too much money. It's like Wang Xizhi's so many calligraphy works, why is "Lanting Collection Preface" the most famous? It is one thing that the Preface to the Orchid Pavilion Collection is so well written, but Ilvinje is also absolutely convinced that there is a reason why the Preface to the Orchid Pavilion Collection is lost. There are a thousand Hamlets in the eyes of a thousand people, and everyone can fantasize about "The Orchid Pavilion Preface" as the closest to their own preferences, and what they can't get is always the best!

One of the three paintings is always the same as the church, and the orphan girl is still better shaded by her back to the tree. What's more, she's a "devout believer"! The remaining two paintings belonged to the magnates. Some will appreciate it, some won't. But as long as the magnates grab a painting enough for them to show off!

In the end, Ilvinje agreed. It's no secret that she likes books in Glee, and there are aristocrats who want to do what they like. But in the end, the only one she said yes to was this Miss Ari. Maybe it's because of the phrase "read as much as you like", you must know that the nobles are very stingy! Maybe it's because of the phrase "the ambition is not here", she not only wants to become famous in Gelie, but also in the Ounila Kingdom, and in the Posole Continent! But Ilvinne felt the need to meet this Miss Ari.

Viscount Eri is not as powerful in Glie as Viscount Erlu is in Luthlo. Viscount Ari had three sons and a daughter, as well as many illegitimate children. In the end, there was only one daughter left, and Miss Arrow became the only heir, and if there was no accident, the position was stable, and it couldn't be more stable!

An heir to the Viscount, even in the remote place of Glie, there are always countless painters rushing to paint for Miss Viscount Ari. But if the painting hangs in the castle inheritance, like those flattering painters, it is not qualified. But to invite a famous painter, even a master who lives in seclusion in Glee, is reluctant to give a favor to Miss Ari. Why? Who made Miss Ari an heiress! Famous artists don't want to add more lines to their resumes to paint heir portraits of female heirs. Perhaps painting a legacy for a male heir would be a shining addition to one's resume. But in Posole, even the best way out for a noble lady is marriage, and the status of women is so low. Painting a portrait of a female heir is a failure.

Ilvigne was able to become famous, firstly because of the small size of Greville, and secondly because she was young enough. Even so, in the early days of her time as a painter, she spent some time in the slums.

The low status of women, could it be that the god of light has opened his eyes, and the divine light shines on Miss Ari, the lucky one? Ilvigne didn't believe that such a coincidence, such a trick, reminded her of Miss Delin, and the embarrassing fall into the dust was only the starting point......

Three years ago, Luthlor.

"It's almost ready, just wait for the young lady's order." The speaker knelt on one knee in front of a woman.

The woman was dressed in a floor-sweeping black evening gown and watched

It's not very remarkable. But a closer look reveals the understated luxury of the dress. The dress that the woman was wearing, even the unobtrusive corners of the stitches were extraordinarily fine, made of fine black brocade, private custom, and the design was unique.

"Wait, only then can this bloody feast begin." The woman commanded.

"Yes, my subordinates have already sent someone to carefully search Viscount Erlu's study, and I believe that there will be results soon." The woman's subordinate replied.

"Let's go down first. This docile lover has to pretend for a little longer, and it's not fun to leak the filling! As the woman's words fell, the person kneeling on one knee disappeared in an instant, and that person turned out to be a sword hero!

The woman walked to the banquet hall to attend the glorious feast.

The Viscount of Erlu was looking around for someone in the banquet hall, and when he saw the woman coming, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he greeted him: "Goya, why did you arrive so late?" ”

That woman was none other than Hegoya Delin! This was really expected by Ilvigne, the Viscount of Ellu

intended to compose a fairy tale song with Hegoya Delin, but unfortunately the heroine is not brainless.

"Women always want to show their best side to the most important people. ”

Viscount Erlu's self-righteous brain supplement smiled very proudly.

The first dance music sounded, and the Viscount of Erlu pretended to invite Hegoya.

The two danced in the hall, both laughing. Viscount Erlu is laughing, after all, she has become my woman! Hegoya was laughing too, soon, soon......

Just as the dance was drawing to a close, Hegoya received a hint that she had one hand behind her back after a spin, followed by a crisp snap of her fingers, and the first person in the hall fell, interrupted by a scream from his dance partner.

Due to the good cultivation of the nobles, the scene was only slightly commotionous. But that's not the end. Viscount Erlu reacted and began to preside over the situation.

"Guards! Guardsman! ”

Viscount Erlu shouted twice. One sand hour (10 minutes) passed, and the guards who arrived were all hung with colors. At this time, no matter how late it is, everyone should feel that something is wrong, let alone the scheming Viscount Erlu?

The feeling of isolation permeates the hearts of every guest. Maybe they didn't have too many guards to bring to the banquet, but absolutely every one of them was an elite, but none of them rushed to their side.

The aura of the banquet froze in an instant.

A hundred uniformly dressed swordsmen walked into the hall for a banquet,

There is one Swordsman Commander for every ten and one Sword Lord for every five. At the head of the pack was the same sword warrior who had knelt down on one knee in front of Hegoya, who was guarding behind him.

At some point, Hegoya was already far away from the guests of the banquet.

"Welcome to my banquet!" Hegoya spoke.

Suddenly, the eyes of the guests moved to Hegoya's body. Viscount Erlu still hasn't figured out the situation, he wants to get close to Hegoya, but he is scared of the sword behind Hegoya, what a coward!

"Hegoya Delin? You've been doing everything lately? Are these your people? ”

Viscount Erlu seemed to have a question, but in fact said in the affirmative.

"You know, Uncle Josoni Ellu! Or should you call you Uncle Joshone Delin? Hegoya smiled strangely, a gleam of wisdom in his eyes.

"Do you know that? But so what? If I had to do it all over again, I'd do it again, but I wouldn't leave you alone! Viscount Erlu said calmly.

"Chopping the grass does not remove the roots, and the spring breeze blows and grows. Ah, what a vivid parable of little Il! Do you regret leaving me because of that guilt? It's good that Hegoya really owes Uncle Josoni a thank you for that guilt! Hegoya said playfully.

Viscount Ellu snorted and did not reply, and he gently turned the ring on his thumb, thinking that he was doing something secret.

"Danny, please come over to Viscount Ellu." Hegoya continued. A sword lord walked over, and the guests in front of Viscount Ellu dodged in amusement. Viscount Erlu, who did not have a single escort, was easily captured.

"Uncle Joshon, your suit is very old, I used it when I was running away from the slave masters. Unfortunately, I was too young to have enough strength...... "Hegoya scoffed.

Now that he has been discovered, Viscount Erlu simply blatantly summons the shadow guards, the guards in the castle are not all his strength, and the shadow guards are his followers.

"Na, don't you want a son? Or did I become an outcast as I expected? People like my uncle will not be like this when they raise offspring, but they are really in love with Miss Jenny. No wonder the Viscountess is crazy. Hegoya said.

"Have my good lady joined forces with my niece? What a ruthless woman, she didn't even want a son in order to get revenge. Let it be! As long as Jenny's Fu Kai and I are alive. Viscount Erlu said indifferently.

The Viscount of Erlu turned ashen and abandoned him from both his father and mother.

"Are you sure, uncle? It really doesn't matter if you're dead or alive? Think again! Hegoya suggested sincerely.

Viscount Erlu was unmoved. Hegoya snapped his fingers again, Danny raised his sword and fell, and the Viscount of Erlu was dead! "Life is so fragile!" Hegoya sighed, but his tone was indeed so cold and unforgiving.

"Uncle, you still despise women just as much! Viscountess Erlu has calculated against you more than once! From her calculation to marry you to stealing the dragon and turning the phoenix. Na, madam, she gave birth to a stillborn baby back then? Who did the hands and feet? Probably Miss Jenny, pure pseudo-white lotus! It's a pity for Mrs., and it's really sad for her to fall in love with her uncle. Hegoya giggled again, every word that came out of his mouth was a blow to Viscount Erlu!

"What, stealing dragons and turning phoenixes? What does that mean? "Viscount Erlu seems to understand something.

"Na, little Yier's words are really accurate and vivid. Uncle, Fu Kai is not Fu Kai! I don't know where Fu Kai got it from. Hegoya kindly explained.

"What?" Viscount Ellu was shocked and looked remorseful!

Taking advantage of Viscount Erlu's distraction, Hegoya snapped his fingers one last time.

People on both sides fought, and there were many guests who were killed by mistake, and the dark gold carpet stained red with the blood of many people.

Hegoya picked up one of the fallen swords and pressed towards Viscount Ellu step by step, slaying everyone who came near her, and the feast of blood began......

One guest after another fell at Hegoya's feet, and every guard who tried to pounce was also slain, sword in hand, decisive in slaughter. Hegoya is getting closer and closer to Viscount Erlu.

Viscount Erlu clenched the sword at his waist and wanted to fight Hegoya to the death.

Something dramatic happened. The shadow guard who was originally protecting Viscount Erlu was attacked by Viscount Erlu's guards and succeeded.

Viscount Ellu hurriedly stepped back, and he scolded angrily, "What are you doing? Traitor! Traitor! ”

"Uncle, they're not traitors, they're my people, they always have been. Otherwise, why is it that only your people have arrived in the entire banquet hall? Hegoya said

Hegoya approached step by step, and Viscount Erlu retreated step by step.

"Uncle, this is a duel between you and me, come on!" Hegoya stepped up his pace, his sword pointed straight at Viscount Erlu.

Viscount Erlu had no choice but to raise his sword to meet him.

In a confrontation, Viscount Erlu was pressed down, and he was secretly surprised by Hegoya's strength, which he was unreachable, so he had to change his methods and fight skills

Noticing the layers of fine sweat on Viscount Erlu's forehead, Hegoya taunted, "Uncle is still old! ”

Viscount Ellu replied, "Hmph! It's just a girl. ”

"Hehehe......" Hegoya laughed, "that uncle is going to lose to me this girl!" ”

While talking and laughing, Hegoya suddenly exerted her strength, and her sword left a bloody mark on the neck of Viscount Erlu.

Viscount Erlu had been pampered for many years, and the blow was too much to dodge, and beads of sweat slid down his face.

There is always a result in grievances, and there is always a win or loss in battles......

Viscount Erlu's castle was as silent as death, and from now on, in the presence of the god of light, Hegoya Delin has become the new owner of the castle.

"Inherit Onilla III...... From this day on, Hegoya Delin is the new lord of Luslow, with the title of viscount and the castle of Spirinle. (Formerly the castle of the Viscount of Ellu)"

Hegoya Delin knelt down on one knee before the cardinal archbishop and replied: "Thank you for the blessing of the God of Light, thank you for the gift of Your Majesty the Third......"

When everything was over, Hegoya Delin sat on the high throne of the city lord and smiled very desolately, her relatives, lovers, dignity and everything was gone, and in the end all she was left was lonely, but she did not regret it, and in the end, she would still choose this lonely path.

"Who?"

Hegoya shouted as his hand reached for the soft sword hidden at his waist. The soft sword was ordered at the suggestion of Ilvigne, produced in Huaxia, and is unique and guaranteed.

"Congratulations to the Viscount, for his vengeance!" Ilvine smiled and congratulated, and she stepped out of the shadows. Ever since she decided to take a path of "wealth", she has been assisting Hegoya in the shadows. As a commoner whose parents died, who had not received a systematic education, and whose force was not worth enough, Ilvine was discovered with her magical imitation skills, and of course, perhaps because of her kindness.

"Il?" Hegoya put down his soft sword hand and leaned loosely on the throne.

"It's me, my lord." Ilvinye replied softly.

Hegoya didn't speak, and the room was silent. Ilvine was the first to break the silence and said: "The great revenge has been avenged, it is time for Ilvine to retire, I hope the adult will be fulfilled." ”

Hegoya's hands clenched, and he asked in a calm tone, "Do you have to leave?" ”

"My lord, Ilvinje has always been a famous painter." Ilvignes said.

"You can stay, in Luthlot you will have the best resources, and I will do my best to train you. Stay, Il. Hegoya pleaded. There was a hint of anticipation in her words, hoping for Ilvinne's change of mind.

"My lord, in Lusloyervigne you can never be a pure painter." Ilvignes said. Her eyes flashed with wisdom that saw everything. She can be regarded as a military advisor by Hegoya's side, and in terms of conspiracy and conspiracy, Huaxia has a long history of thousands of years. Posolai advocates the law of the jungle – the law of the jungle. Few people in Posolai enrich their spiritual world, except for the sages, of course. When it comes to conspiracy, Posolai is far inferior to Huaxia. In the future, it is highly likely that Ilvinne will become Hegoya's personal military division, and he will advise her behind her back. Ilvignes was deeply aware of Hegoya's ambitions, and the viscount was not her end. Hegoya is her kind. Ilvinje was not content to be subordinated.

Hegoya didn't know what to say, and she certainly wouldn't allow Ilvine to be just a painter, knowing that Ilvine was the best in her brain. Her road is still a long way, there is a count above the viscount, a marquis above the count, a duke above the marquis, and the king of O'Neilla above the duke. She had to climb up by all means, to a high position, until no one could threaten her, until she could let go of her restless heart. Let people coerce her to flee in embarrassment according to power, such an experience is enough to remember for a lifetime!

Hegoya thought for a moment and said, "What if I forcibly keep you? ”

Then Ilvinje will be at ease as a painter and will not come up with a plan. Ilvignes cherishes his friendship with adults and does not want to become a burden to adults one day, and Ilvigné, who struggles in different cities, will become a help to adults. Ilvigne's friendship with adults will also become more pure with time and distance. Win-win, wouldn't it be great? Ilvinje said.

Hegoya was silent, she didn't want to let Ilvignes go. Ilvinne didn't speak either, she fought in silence, clinging to her stubbornness.

"Ilvinje, can I trust you?" Hegoya asked.

"Of course, my lord!" Ilvinje replied.

It is only natural for Hegoya to ask such a question. Every forged document of Hegoya in these years was drawn by Ilvigne. Every plan of Hegoya had Ilvigne involved.

Today is a big day, today is the day of Hegoya's revenge, today is the day of Hegoya's rebirth, today is a big step in Hegoya's conquest.

Ilvine knew she had to go, and if she didn't go, she wouldn't be able to go. When Hegoya was pressed with hatred in her heart, she was an immature superior, and she could make desperate bets to take revenge, leaving no way out. But mature superiors are often cunning, and they can often make a comeback after failure!

Hegoya waved his hand and said, "You, go!" Go to Danny's to get my new identity and my last thoughts, and go far! After today, there was no commoner Ilvignes in Luslo, and only one painter in Gle, who inherited his father's business, Ilvigne. ”

"Thank you!" Ilvine whispered, and then she silently turned away.

"You're really not staying? Just for me. Once you've stepped out the door, you can't go back. Hegoya finally replied.

"Ilvinje is a devout believer in the light. Ilvinje swears by the god of light, and Ilvine will grow up in Gret from this day onwards, and has never been to Lyslo. Ilvinje replied.

With that, Ilvinje stepped out of the door without hesitation, and walked farther and farther.

Hegoya slumped on the throne, she had only power left, so she held on to it......

"Miss is waiting for you in the garden, and the slave status is lowly waiting for Miss Painter here." Ruth, the maid, stopped at the entrance of the garden and said.

Ilvinne nodded and walked into the garden alone.

Walking into the garden, the first thing that catches your eye is a variety of rare and exotic plants. Ilvinne really didn't expect Miss Ari to know so much about plants, these plants really made her feel inexplicably familiar!

Miss Ari had been waiting in the garden for a long time, and when Ilvignes saw her, she naturally curtsied, and said apologetically, "Good day, Miss Arrow! I'm sorry to keep you waiting so long. ”

Miss Ari replied, "Good day, Miss Painter!" Don't worry, I'm sure you're worth my wait. ”

Miss Ari's words seemed to have a deep meaning, but Ilvinje did not want to delve into them, but just casually talked about the topic, as she usually did with aristocrats, and said: "This garden is incrediblely beautiful! Oh, every flower here is blooming so energetically, they probably feel Miss Arrow's affection for them! ”

Hearing Ilvigne's admiration, Miss Ari smiled, "Of course, I like every flower here, and every flower is my treasure!" I guess Miss Painter is also a flower lover! But if Miss Painter really likes it, maybe Frey can cut her love! ”

Ilvinje's face did not change, but his heart was very worried. She got it? No! How is that possible? She's handled it cleanly, she won't know, she won't!

Ilvigne's thoughts didn't boost her confidence, she couldn't convince herself, it was too much of a coincidence. Is it really that difficult for a viscount heir to find a well-known artist? Maybe there is some truth in her analysis, well, her restless heart at the moment is a powerful proof that she is making excuses outside the library!

Artists may not recognize him as an heiress on the outside, but on the inside, he is still willing to be paid handsomely, after all, money can make ghosts grind! The painters just don't want to paint the heiress portrait, but if she does get on the throne, then everything is no longer a problem, and the painters are very good at making excuses for themselves. The painters made the distinction between the heiress and the baroness very clear!

The heirs to the noble profession of Posole are almost extinct to women! When a woman becomes an heir, there is no shortage of cynicism or provocation in the profession. But when it comes to the heiress becoming famous, there is no shortage of praise. But the men praise in a condescending tone.

It's like, "She's such a good swordsmith, she's on par with a male swordsmith!" ”

"She's such a predator like a man"

"This female doctor's medical skills are really the top among doctors."

"She didn't lose face to her master!"

"Her designs are so beautiful, she is worthy of being an apprentice of a master builder!"

"She at least got the master's three-point true pass, and she didn't lose unjustly!"

……

Men always like to add embellishments in front of women's achievements, always like to make excuses for losing to women, and always like to add a female word in front of women's careers......

If Frei Ari becomes a viscount and becomes a nobleman with a high title, she will not lack people who are attached to her, but she just knows people and faces. As a well-known "baroness", she must carefully choose her partner to usurp power, and once she gives birth to a male heir, she must be even more careful, her son is rightly named, and there is always no shortage of people who want to follow the dragon's merits.

Ilvinje thought about the reality of Posole, but she dismissed her own excuses to the fullest. Her heart also swelled with sympathy for the future viscount, the "Ladyess", because of this sad reality.

But how can she, a commoner who struggles in Posole but has to adapt to it, sympathize with someone who is about to become a nobleman, at least with certainty? It's ridiculous!

If it were her, she would rather walk on the path of thorns than become a pawn in marriage. Besides, no matter which way she goes, at least she will be in a splendid splendor. And the common people are either surviving on the subsistence line, or in the journey of pursuing splendor.

Ilvinne refused, without a trace: "Ah! That's a gift from you, Miss Arrow, and you're so generous! But ......"

But before Ilvigné could finish his turn, Frey Ari interrupted, not even ladylike, "Oh, that's wonderful, I'm glad that my beloved flower has found a good home." I believe that Miss Painter will be able to maximize their value! ”

Ilvine's heart was extremely annoyed at this time, this damn humility, this damn gorgeous prefix, she should have rejected it directly, euphemistically and directly.

After Ilvigné reluctantly agreed, Frey Ari never led the matter naturally.

Ilvigne accompanies Frey Ari to talk around,

She always draws the conversation on the lineage, and Frey Ari always deviates from the topic without a trace, so magically that the sun is about to go down.

"Well, you win. If you don't talk about business, I'm afraid it's going to be tomorrow! Free Ari couldn't hold on at first.

"yes, but painting at dusk is a different story, is Miss Eri ready to paint a heritage painting?" Ilvinne still avoided the topic.

Frei Ari was not annoyed, she said directly: "Miss Painter, you know how to paint darkly!" ”

Although Ilvine had already guessed it, she was still uncomfortable in her heart when she was exposed like this, and she was silent for a while.

"Dark painting skills? Is it the dark painting technique that is strictly forbidden by the Church? "Ilvinje is still pretending to be stupid.

"Grand, Rubin, Leitch......" Frei Ari spat out a series of names, each of which made Ilvine's heart tremble.

"Those people are an obstacle for Miss Painter, and now they are gone, if they are kind enough, they may be able to return to the arms of the God of Light, but each of them seems to be unqualified!" Frey Ari continued.

"She knows everything!" Ilvinje was shocked.

"Your wish is my wish! willing to serve you" Ilvinye had to give in, even if she didn't want to.

"I'm a vassal again! If ......," Ilvinje lamented.

"There are no ifs in the world, regret is the idea of a coward." Ilvine said to herself, her conviction could not be shaken!

"Three-year partner!" Free Ari's words shocked Ilvigne, so easy to let her go?

"Why?" Surprised by his astonishment, Ilvine blurted out the words from the bottom of his heart.

"You'll always know, but now you're at my service, and of course we're equal," Frey Ari accentuated the tone of the last sentence.

"This grace, Ilvigne is unforgettable!"

Ilvigne's words pleased Free Ari, she smiled meaningfully, and Frei Ari secretly said in her heart: "With the observation of the past few years, you who have engraved fairness in your soul as the principle, when you rush to the sky in the future, you want to be more rewarding than me, don't let me down, you always have a talent for dark painting skills......"

In the end, the deal ended with a "collaboration" between Ilvigne and Frey Ari. In the end, Ilvinje took a thousand precautions to catch himself, and people who are calm are a little emotional.

At the time of the portrait, the sun had half set, and the red moon had risen halfway up to the sky. With Sensen's malice, Ilvine painted the half-bright sky of reality darker and more gloomy. Now that she knows that she can draw darkly, does she Frei Ari dare to hang such a painting?

To Ilvigne's surprise, Frey Ari hung the painting instead of pressing it to the bottom of the box. This left Ilvinje deeply depressed.

Why is Frei Ari so reassured?

Because she found in her investigation that the central tone of each of Ilvinje's dark paintings is always very deep, and a closer look reveals two strange patterns or words?

And for every painting of Ilvinje that can lie in the sun, those who have a heart will find a circle in the lower right corner outlined with a clear brush.

Ilvinje's sense of copyright became an important way to identify her paintings in later generations.

In later generations, "Gregorian Painter" and "Middle Trick Painter" were equally famous, but one was a respected light painter, and the other was the ancestor of the revival of dark painting techniques.

In later generations, there were always some people with big brains who speculated that the "Gelie painter" and the "middle trickster painter" were the same person, but they did not occupy the mainstream. Everyone who puts forward this idea will always be defeated by the attack of the "Gregorian Stream" and the "Middle Trick Stream".

In this way, the truth in the hands of a few people will probably become wild history, or it may die out in the years!

With a sense of stubbornness, Ilvinne stayed in the Ari family's library, ready to transfer all the knowledge in the library to his mind.

Time kept passing, and before you knew it, it was midnight.

Frei Ari is in her study dealing with some things in her territory. Compared to her unenterprising Viscount father, who pushed everything to his subordinates, Frei Ari was undoubtedly a qualified and worthy nobleman to follow.

"Buckle!"

A knock rang out on time.

"Come in!"

Ruth, the maid, holding a silver tray with a pot of freshly brewed black tea on it, walked in cautiously with her head bowed.

Ruth, the maid, skillfully removed the cooled tea and replaced it with a new hot one.

"Buckle!" There was another knock on the door.

Frei Ari put down the pen, rubbed her temples, and took another sip of hot tea before saying, "Come in!" ”

The people who came were light, their steps were steady but not chaotic, and their breath was restrained, at least for the sword lord!

Ruth, the maid, knew someone who had come, and Krell was the intelligence leader of the adults, and she knew it was time to step down.

The maid Ruth closed the door with great insight before leaving.

After seeing the maid retreat, Kryll knelt down on one knee and reported: "My lord, at present, almost no one in the clan with inheritance rights has the will to compete with the adult, but there are still some ...... that are not long-sighted."

"Hehe......" Free Ari smiled as she heard Krel's report.

That group of wretched, come and kill one by one, and the heir to the title can only be her - Frey Ari!

Krell saw his adult laughing, so he couldn't help but speculate, does the adult want to do it once and for all?

As a qualified subordinate

, the mind follows the adults closely!

"Sir, you have to ......," Krell gestured with his hand to his neck.

Frei Ari shook her head and replied, "No! ”

Krell, who regarded all the orders of the adults as supreme commands, replied obediently, "Yes! ”

"Ilvigné still in the stacks?" Frei Ari asked, as if casually.

The topic shifted a little quickly, and Krell was stunned for a moment before replying, "Yes!" Ilvinne hadn't been out since he entered the stacks, hadn't even eaten dinner, and had been reading. ”

"Krell, what do you think of her?"

"This ......" Ilvigne was personally recruited by the adult, how can I say it?

"Honestly, Krel!"

"Yes! The subordinates thought that even if Miss Ilvignes was the inheritor of the dark painting skills, it was just the icing on the cake for adults, and Miss Ilvigne's talent as a swordsman was really mediocre. To be honest, my subordinates really don't understand what the point of recruiting Miss Ilvignes is! ”

"If you don't understand, you don't understand! Go and ask Ilvignes to come, and remember to be respectful of her! ”

Frey Ari instructed.

"Yes!" Although Krell doesn't understand, he is definitely an obedient subordinate.

Free Ari waved her hand, and Krell bowed respectfully to his lord and stepped back.

"Tsk, Viscount Delin has done a good job! Even Krell didn't notice it. Free Ari sighed.

That's right, Frey Ari knows Hegoya Delin!

When Hegoya Delin was in exile in the ancient kingdom of Ochi, she also helped her!

She is very optimistic about Hegoya Delin, they are the same kind of people!

It's just that she didn't expect Hegoya Delin to reach her goal so quickly. She had expected that she would be a few more years away, but it turned out that she had ascended to the position of viscount first.

The Kingdom of Onila and the Kingdom of Oqigu are close to each other, and Luthlot is still at the junction of the Three Kingdoms, and it is not very difficult for Frei Ari to find out the information.

After many years of operation, Frei Ari's strength is still stronger!

Although there are many dark lines lost, it is the eyebrows that have been found.

After observing and scrutinizing Ilvigne, it was finally concluded that Ilvine was the mystical advisor of Hegoya Delin.

It can be seen from Ilvine's successful farewell that Ilvine is not willing to be subordinate, introverted and principled, and would rather be broken than broken!

So Frey Ari finally decided to sign a three-year partnership with Ilvigne, and it would not be so easy for her to quit as long as she was involved.

However, during the investigation, it was discovered that Ilvinne had actually received the inheritance of dark painting skills. What Krell doesn't know is that the inheritor of the Dark Painting Technique has a chance to become a mage!

If Ilvinne becomes a mage, she will no longer be a small kingdom to stay, she will go to the empire, to the bigger world. The three-year cooperation contract can also be regarded as a buffer, with advances and retreats.

If Ilvine becomes a mage, then she can be regarded as gaining the friendship of a mage, if Ilvine does not succeed, she will not lose, the help of a top strategist will help her go further, by the way, I don't think it is even better to get rid of some unpleasant people with dark paintings!

Either way, she, Free Ari, is the winner!

"Buckle!" The knock on the door interrupted Frey Ari's thoughts, and she was always in a cheerful mood when she imagined the future and said in a brisk tone, "Come in!" ”

"My lord, it's well! Ilvinje was interrupted late at night! ”

"Il, Ann! Oh, and can I call you 'Il' if I don't mind? ”

"Of course, the will of the adults is the will of Il." Irvignes replied naturally, but her heart was beating a drum, and "Il" always reminded her of Lyslo, always of Hegoia......

"Il! Nick Ari, I've been bothered a lot lately, and the little guy jumping up and down has caused me a lot of trouble. It's better to kill it! Frei Ari said lightly, as if it was nothing more than a beast to be killed.

Ilvigne knows that this is her test mission, kill Nick, dispose of him without knowing it, and prove her worth to Free Ari!

Ilvinje said respectfully: "As you wish......"

"My lord, my subordinate still has a book in the library and half of it, I wonder if my subordinate can take it back and read it?" Before leaving, Ilvine asked casually.

"Which one?" Free Ari asked curiously.

"Runode's Travels," Ilvigne replied honestly.

Frei Ari thought about it for a while before she remembered the book. She has read this book, mainly about a painter's travelogue, the content in it is not so much like a travelogue, but like a record of inspiration, and some painting skills.

"Ah...... It's this one! Izura is an artist, and this book is probably a great inspiration for Izura! Take it back and study it well, you don't have to send it back! Frey Ari thought that since it wasn't an important book, it wouldn't hurt to give it to Ilvigne, and it would be okay to connect with the feelings, so why not?

"Thank you so much, thank you! If nothing else, the subordinates will retire first. Ilvinje was overjoyed. But she had to be bold enough to seize the opportunity, and she was determined to get the book, no matter what means she used, because the handwriting in it was the same as the handwriting in the notebook she had been given of the dark drawing technique. Now that she has obtained it so easily, but there are always some gains and losses, she just wants to go home and read this book now.

Frei Ari answered and went back to work, while Ilvine stepped back and closed the door.

Ilvinne walked out of the castle, and the tight strings in his heart were loosened. She walked in the direction of home, her pace slowing down with the relaxation of her heart.

Frei Ari's number of stages is too high, and communicating with her is more tiring than communicating with Hegoya. Or maybe it's her kindness to Hegoya, plus the fact that she has a "comrade-in-arms" with Hegoya, so that Hegoya always has some friendship with her, so she can save some effort in communication.

But all in all, communicating with superiors is tiring! She now hoped that when Frei Ari succeeded to the viscountdom, she would be able to leave with her whole body.

Stirring into this muddy water, so far, she has lost herself but only gained "Runod's Travels".

But she had the feeling that "Runod's Travels" would open the door to a new world for her.

Yes, she already knows a little bit about magic in some of the books in the library. She has always believed that I am born to be useful, and although she is a mediocre swordsman, she is extremely talented in dark painting, which means that her soul is exceptionally strong.

In this dangerous world, Ilvinne has never dared to take it lightly, but her mediocre force really makes her feel insecure.

And at this moment, there was finally a chance, this travelogue was probably her chance to become stronger, and thinking of this, she couldn't help but speed up her pace again and walk home.

Back in her own territory, Ilvine entered the study, sat down in her chair and flipped the book to the last page, then she took out a notebook from a secret compartment and flipped to the last page.

In fact, she had already understood the notebook that recorded the dark painting technique, but she couldn't figure out the last page. But when she saw the last page of "Runod's Travels", she realized that it was because it was incomplete!

She cut out the last page of the note and the last page of the book and put them together, and sure enough, the two pictures were connected without any flaws!

Ilvinne then tried to observe the painting using the dark artist's special method......