The sound caused the porter to stop for a moment, but only for a moment, and the fist continued to move forward, as it looked like it was about to crush Dafinka into a meatloaf.

"No!"

Angelil let out a silent roar, she had consumed a lot of mana just now in order to fend off Dafinca, and the faint beam of light condensed by the remaining magic power was like tickling the porter.

"Bang"!

The punch finally crashed down, the flaming fist slammed down the porter's head with unrivaled force, and the other flaming fist stayed an inch in front of Dafinka's eyes, and the piercing tongue of fire kept jumping under her eyes.

Cuarón lifted the porter's body, spun it around in half a circle, and threw it out.

Since then, his flaming left arm has naturally snapped, and the headless steel spirit has stared at Angelyl silently, if he has eyes.

Dafinka looked away consciously, she shrunk into Angelil's arms like a rabbit, and then put her arms around her neck, sobbing while Angelil gently patted her on the back.

After a long time, Dafinca's mood finally stabilized, she hugged the toy brown bear hard, and then pointed at Caron, choked up.

"I can."

Angelil probably understood what she meant, and under Da Vinca's leadership, the three of them walked out of the ruins step by step, and walked along the tree-lined avenue covered with fallen leaves into the armor room. During this process, Dafinka kept crying, and Angelil inexplicably felt that she had grown a lot.

Stopping in front of the machine, Dafinka grabbed the hexagonal nut on the top of the machine with both hands, rotated it twice vigorously, and then the whole room buzzed.

With the steaming steam, the huge machine tool slowly pans to the left, and a two-person wide tunnel leads straight to the underground, which is brightly lit.

Dafinka stooped in, while Angelelle helped Caron to walk slowly.

The shock of this secret room is indescribable, the left half of the secret room is a quaint study, the shelves are full of books, each book is named after a dragon magic, Angelil took a copy casually, which recorded a dragon magic and its dense analysis, how long does it take to research to compile such a book?

Angelyl put down the book and looked at the other side in shock.

On the right half of the chamber was an extremely sophisticated machine tool that Angelyl had only seen in Filia's alchemy workshop, which she said did not exceed five in the entire empire.

On top of that, the material cabinet on the side of the chamber was filled with Venada steel, the pure Venada steel reflecting a deep blue in the light. Not far from Venada Steel sat a row of crimson liquid, bubbles silently rising and popping in the sealed bottle.

"Miss."

The sudden sound startled people, it turned out that Dafinka had put a rudimentary head on Caron, which had been activated, and was staring at her.

Angelil breathed a sigh of relief and said through the other head.

"It's good that you're okay, Lord Caron."

"Of course I'm fine, because my loyalty module is at the heart of Miss Filia, and that young man is still too naïve to believe my nonsense so easily."

Cuarón continued to turn his head, and he swept the Vinada steel on one side one by one, his expression visibly confused.

"Miss Dafinca, where did these things come from?"

The melter had already melted the Venada steel, and Dafinka was using the machine to pour them into the mold, and when she heard Cuarón's words, she turned her head and pointed ahead.

"Far away."

"Far away?"

Caron glanced in that direction, "North? Naijie? Are you an East Ikra native? ”

Angelyl looked up at Dafinca, who shook her head slowly.

"It's not."

"But the one who instructed you, right?"

Dafinca nodded, and then poured water on the surface of the mold to speed up the cooling of the Venada steel.

Cuarón continued to ask.

"Miss Dafinca, you should know that we have no ill will towards you, and you can tell us who it is who instructs you."

Dafinca didn't say anything, but gestured to the desk opposite, with a stack of letters in the upper left corner.

Angelyl walked over briskly and picked up the top one.

"Duke Argnis, I can't imagine that the Empire will experience such a defeat, and every time I think of it, I can't help but feel sad in my heart, I am heartbroken, and I am ashamed of the Empire. In the midst of all this misfortune, the only thing that makes me happy is that the current situation of Yesel has finally reached the stage of deduction by you and me, and the success or failure of the whole plan is lost to you alone.

Allow me to call you that, Chaborent.

I believe that one day, the iron hooves of the Empire will crush all the gloom above the continent of Esikana, and the blue flag is destined to fly at the ends of the continent, and all this will be created by you who are far away in Yesel.

I am waiting for your good news in Naijie.

May Tutan grant you good luck. ”

"Chaborent."

Angelil's fingers trembled, she didn't expect that the old man who was most loyal to Oreo would actually be an East Ikra spy!

How long had the East Ikra people been preparing for the chaos in Jessel? What exactly is their real purpose!

"Chaborent?"

Cuarón said incredulously, "How could it be him?" ”

"I need to inform Lord Oreo."

Angelyl clutched the letter tightly, then muttered and vanished.

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