"You're the Governor of the Boer Province, Baron Colby Fiztierer?", Olwess turned around the lavishly decorated executive hall, put her white hand into the large glass water cabinet, and crushed the tropical piranha that the Baron had raised, before turning back to admire his heartache.

"Oh, sorry, forgot, you can't speak. She smiled and raised her hand, motioning for Seniore and Erwin to loosen the linen that had held him tightly.

"Who are you?"

"Why pretend to be foolish in front of smart people?", Olwes shook her head and laughed, and sat down on the large chaise longue made of crisp soft bamboo and light and soft fine yarn, and pulled open the drawer, and inside was a terrible precision crossbow, with the name of the brilliant dwarf mechanic carved into it.

She put on her white gloves and took out her crossbow, her toes touched the ground lightly, the chaise longue turned her back to the baron, she raised her hand with a scrutinizing and appreciative gaze, and the magnificent sunlight shining in from the floor-to-ceiling window reflected a little green on the tip of the arrow.

"It's very well prepared, but even if I come alone, do you have the courage to shoot crossbow arrows at the Duke of the Empire?"

"Heh!", sneered the baron, who was pressed to the ground, "be clear-headed, Olvis, do you think that the Holy See will not judge you after you have committed such a wicked deed? ”

"Judgment, I killed the cavalry of the Peacock Kingdom that invaded the Ormanic lands, what is the Holy See trying me?", Olwes smirked, "As far as I know, the only one who has come here is my family priest, Lord Norson, the Presiding Judge." ”

She turned around and looked at the little nobleman who had fallen into confusion with pity, "You don't need to lie to bluff, it's a bad habit. ”

There was the sound of slow footsteps on the stairs, followed by a pair of vibrant hands gently pushing open the locked door.

Unlike the sturdy Seniors and Ervin, the old man who appeared at the door, the Grand Dignitary of the Holy See, looked very young, just as he had been in the hall of the Marquis of Lot a year ago, and time seemed to have left no change in him.

Olves smiled and stood up.

"Olves, as you say, the province has become a pagan soil as if it had been corrupted by demons, and I find it hard to believe that the local Imperial Earl Bichel had rejected the Church and bribed Bishop Stanny to do nothing. ”

"How could I deceive my beloved priest, look at the baron on his knees, who would have thought that such a little nobleman could treasure the weapons of a pagan, I think he is also a branch of corruption. ”

Baron Colby looked in disbelief at the witty and approachable Lord Inquisitor, who had been tossing and turning at banquets in various parts of the province of Boer a week ago, and he was looking at himself with stern eyes, as if the praise of the Count of Palciar's faith had not come out of his mouth three days earlier.

He suddenly came to his senses and struggled desperately to snatch one of the documents that Northon had taken out of the aluminum box, only to be pressed to the ground again by Seniors and Erwin.

"You are despicable!", Calby scolded angrily.

"Despicable? No, no, no, it's called salute before soldier. "If it weren't for Lord Northumb getting caught up in the enemy line and finding out who had fallen into the Devil's Path, how could we have prevented the good citizens of Ormanpur from being burned at the stake." ”

"Are you a good Boer citizen?", Olwess smiled and raised his chin with her index finger, "the fire is about to burn this province to ashes." Only good citizens can receive the forgiveness of the Lord's gift. ”

Her fingers were as cold as winter water, but her eyes were even colder than winter, and it was hard to imagine how she could keep a smile under such a gaze, and the baron remembered the messenger who had come to report the news, and trembled from the chin where her fingers touched it.

"I'm just a humble county steward. Colby shuddered in fear, "you don't have room for a little baron in your eyes." ”

"It depends on how religious you are. Olwes took the thick stack of lists from Northon and slapped them on Baron Colby's table, "Every one of their unforgivable words and deeds requires the testimony of an honest and credible Corbyshire priest, and that evidence must be so substantial that they will never be burned at the stake." ”

She looked at Colby's rolling eyes with some idea, and smiled, "Your wife, the five mistresses of the Beaton district, and the nine heirs, including the four illegitimate children, are being entertained in the tents of the garrisons outside our province. ”

"You know what I mean, Colby, you're smart, and I'm a very patient man. ”

"I will not see the testimony for six hours, so I will let your jealous wife and her knights be with your mistresses in the tent, and I will see no evidence before the sun goes down to-day, so I will take you to the hexagonal pole bonfire that night, and then drown your little baron in the canal of Ladisfa. ”

Coal's mind went blank and fear and anger attacked him at the same time, but in the end he didn't have the courage to say a single "no", and he sat numbly in his recliner and wrote, not noticing the departure of Olwes and Northam.

They were now walking on the streets of Paul City like ordinary people, looking like grandchildren traveling, and the simple clothes of the two could not even make people make any associations, only Olves's appearance and temperament were eye-catching.

The old man looked at Olveis with some gentleness, remembering that the little girl who had been lured into the trap that night, young and outstanding, had regarded her as a piece of gold to be carved into, when in fact she was already a sword that covered itself with dust.

"The God of Light once said that human beings are spirits born from fire, destined to be as treacherous as fire, and every moment is a different page to be opened, and the human soul can withstand the fermentation of years. ”

Olweis is not as sentimental as the old man, and although she does not forget the past, she never holds on to it.

"Are you lamenting the passage of time? With your rich and long life, you have naturally examined the present and the past of countless people, and Olwes is just one of them. ”

"Today the arrows and swords are fired, and tomorrow is also treacherous and treacherous, and I never doubt that I may die unexpectedly, nevertheless. ”

"Still?", the old man curious.

"Still, I will not fall into despair again, nor will I face the night alone and alone. You see, I now have you and Your Majesty's two allies. ”

"Haha...", the old man laughed, "yes, you're right, Olves, this is not the age of lone heroes, but, I have some doubts, are you, you, the head of the Goldmers family, really our loyal ally?"

Olves turned her head solemnly, her knees slightly bent, "I can't wait to show my loyalty to you and Your Majesty now!"

Noxon hurriedly reached out to support her arms, but her body did not really fall, and Nothan's hands holding Olweis's arms were also light and fluttering, without any strength.

The two looked at each other and laughed.