"Soldiers who have turned their backs on the army......" Caron said mutteredly.

Before the noisy manservant could shut up, the man loaded his bullet and fired another shot at Cuarón, but the shot was clearly missing.

"Bang"!

The smoke of gunfire stretched into a twisted shape on the burning fire, and like this wisp of smoke, the deserter who fired the gun also turned into a twisted shape. Using his fist as a firing pin and the head of the bandit leader as a bullet, Cuarón's misshapen pistol burst into fire.

"Boom"!

Fists and skulls clashed, and the head of the bandit leader passed through the chest of a dozen bandits, their expressions forever frozen in the stun that had come with the moment when Caron had just disappeared, and then fell like dominoes.

The valet shook his fist and picked up the previous words.

"It's worse than a thief, and I shouldn't have talked to him so much."

As the words fell, the last thief on that line also fell, and the scene suddenly became a lot colder.

Caron turned and looked at the survivors of the bandits, intellectually speaking, he should have left the Hikaru Mountains quickly with the caravan now, in case he was surrounded by the East Ikra or the Venadas.

Unfortunately, not everyone can stay calm at all times.

Caron let out a low cry, and a crisp sound erupted in front of the forehead of a bandit, and a brilliant blood flower exploded behind his head, blood and brains swaying on the mountain wall behind him, and in the light of the fire, this thing was like a totem painting of an ancient tribe.

The cruel scene was very refreshing to Caron, but there would be no other person in the room who felt the same way as him.

The bandits finally reacted, screaming and fleeing in all directions, but soon turned into blood flowers under Caron's fist.

Finally realizing that it was futile to escape, a clever bandit trembled and raised his rifle and fired a shot at the caravan leader from a distance.

The projectiles went in a straight line, but at one point they suddenly reversed their trajectory and magnified in the exact opposite direction before the bandits' eyes.

"No!"

The bullet shaved off half of his head, and his screams stopped abruptly.

"Mr. Caron."

Angelil closed her glowing eyes, her expression full of anxiety. "We're about to be surrounded, it's the East Ikras."

"It's a matter of time."

Cuarón quickly eliminated the remaining two or three bandits and returned to Angelyl like a ghost. He was flapping the folds of his suit, and he didn't look panicked.

At the terrible words of the East Ikra people, the faces of the merchants turned white, and their leader boldly walked towards Karon.

"Your Excellency Cuarón, what shall we do now?"

Caron pointed to the north.

"Go north, and I'll send you out of the Hikaru Mountains."

The caravan was quickly assembled, and Caron and Angelil walked side by side at the front of the line, Angelil looking around.

"I caught the sight of the East Ikra when the shots rang out, but now they are gone."

Cuarón clenched his fists slightly.

"It's the East Ikra Magicians, they're scouting Pinto's intelligence around here, and I knew I'd run into them."

Angeliel suddenly became nervous, as Karon, as the Venada Steel Spirit, any sorcerer could easily restrain him, which means that now the burden of dealing with these East Ikra people fell on her shoulders, and she had never received such a heavy responsibility!

Along the rushing stream, the people walked through the valley, and because of the arrival of spring, the snow and ice on the top of the mountain gradually melted, and the rushing stream merged into a lake on the land in front of them, like a black jewel, and the slightest mist swirled at the edge of the lake.

"Go this way."

Having been walking around the area, the caravan leader soon found a path on the edge of the cliff, a pebble-paved path, along which he and a few of his guards drove quickly, and the carriage drove directly into the lake, which looked dark but was not really deep.

Angelil hesitated, not knowing if it was her delusion, but she always felt that the fog by the lake was getting thicker and thicker, and the carriages disappeared as soon as they entered the fog, and the sound of the horses' hooves drifting from afar like an auditory hallucination.

"Miss Angelil, I think their goal is our ......"

She was about to keep up with the men, but Caron suddenly stopped her. "No, to be exact, it should be you."

Following Caron's gaze, Angelyl slowly lowered her head, and she saw the scepter hidden at her waist glistening.

It's Neil's Sigh, it's activated by the East Ikla!

"Buzz".

A gust of wind blows through the depths of the brain, and the memories are swept away by the wind like ripe ears of rice, and it rolls the memories into fragmented turbulence, giving the illusion of chaos.

"Mr. Caron!"

Angelyl let out a low sigh and subconsciously touched her waist, but it wasn't Neil's sigh, but a cane.

"Miss, what's going on?"

The manservant came from the morning light, carrying a large bag and a small bag.

Angelil stretched out her right hand in surprise, the sunlight peeking through the crack in the door roamed her skin, and the familiar warm autumn sun slowed her heart by half a beat. Retracting her right hand, she spun in circles and surveyed everything around her, like a spinning top about to stop.

Caron wiped the dirt from the soles of his boots on the door frame before stepping onto the expensive carpet.

At the end of the carpet, a thin figure lay asleep in the large chair, on which were a clutter of notes and manuscript paper, and two well-organized quills were long gone.

Angelelle moved her fingers, and there was a wetness in her other hand, and she lowered her head to see a rag in her hand.

She pulled out the cane from her waist and wiped it carefully with a rag, as if she were supposed to do it.

There was a clanging sound from the board behind him, while chopping vegetables, Caron used his other hand to boil the oil, with the green onion, ginger and garlic stir-frying, the pungent taste finally woke up the "man".

"Ahh Ahh ”

Oreo sneezed twice in a row, wrapped in a black trench coat, sat up from his chair with his waist crossed, and surveyed everything around him with confused eyes.

"It's noon?"

"Young Master, twelve fifty-one to be exact."

The valet replied, "Sheriff Catherine came to see you this morning, and she said she was looking for your help with something. ”

Angelelle pricked up her ears, she actually knew why Catherine came to find Oreo, it seemed that some noble courtyard had been stolen, and she wanted to ask Oreo to go to Fourth Street to find out the news.

Thinking about it, the cane was already wiped, Angelyl twisted the top handle, and the thing was unscrewed smoothly, and it seemed that it didn't need to be oiled, so she put down the cane and prepared to give Caron a hand.

"You've got some work to do in the afternoon."

Oreo waved the manuscript paper and whispered, "The office is too poor to open the pot, go and settle our accounts in the afternoon." ”

"Oh."

Angelyl answered, walking quickly over to Oreo.

She didn't reach for the paper immediately, but tilted her head and stared straight into Oreo's emerald eyes.

Oreo looked at him quizzically.

"Do I have boogers on my face?"

"Nope."

Angelyl shook her head, then jerked out her right hand and grabbed Oreo's face. "You goddamn liar!"

"What are you doing!"

Oreo struggled, but he never escaped Angelil's clutches.

Angelyl pinched him in the face and grabbed his hat.

"Hey!"

Oreo shouted, but it was too late to stop Angelil, and Angelil picked up his hat with a messy hair underneath it.

Seeing this terrible scene, Angelil froze in place, holding the hat, looking left and right in the office, her lips trembling slightly.

Oreo retreated into the shadows of the sun, stared at Angelyl with those chestnut eyes, and then shrugged his shoulders and said helplessly.

"Atifa, am I you off again?"

He just ...... What are you talking about?

Angelyl took two steps back in disbelief, and she slumped down on the carpet, beside which happened to be a floor-to-ceiling mirror with a familiar face, the owner of which had docile black hair.

"Oops...... Cake. ”

Angelil muttered these two words, of course she knew that this was an illusion, but the terrible thing was that she had always wanted to replace Atifa, and this terrible, impossible fantasy had come true in this illusion!

At some times morality is indeed a cruel shackle, and at other times it can be easily broken at no cost.

Angelil, no, Atifa slowly stood up, she gathered the broken hair from her ear, looked at Oreo, and said calmly and naturally.

"Why, can't I be angry?"

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