Natilly slept very soundly, and the long-term fatigue made her almost sleepless and fell asleep. When I woke up, I had a headache, my throat was like a fire, it seemed that I had slept for a long time, and my body was alerting myself, and my body was in urgent need of nourishment from water. Shaking the bell at the head of the bed, two maids walked in:

"Your Highness, what do you need?"

Natili gently massaged her forehead, her long golden hair passed through her slender neck like a waterfall along her delicate ears, her beautiful collarbones and round chest, and then spread over the entire bed like a waterfall into a river and stream, like a doll, Natiri just whispered:

"Pour me a glass of water...... Wait a minute! Who are you! Where is this? ”

Natiri suddenly came to her senses and found herself in an unfamiliar environment. The maid was not a maid brought by herself, but a maid dressed completely different, Natiri looked at it, although the surroundings were extremely luxurious, but it was obvious that this was not her own annex!

"This is the Baron's abode, Her Highness Natiri."

"Baron?"

As the words fell, an obscene voice came from the aisle,

"Oh, dear Natiri, is she awake?"

With the voice and walked in, it was really Baron Fess, Natilly immediately hugged the futon vigilantly, stared at Baron Fez viciously, it was obvious that she had been kidnapped:

"You have done such a despicable thing!"

Angry, Natiri grabbed the nearest pillow and threw it over, Baron Fez, who took the pillow with his face, did not show anger, but looked at Natiri's round jade rabbit with squinting eyes. Saliva was already uncontrollably flowing out of his mouth. The baron, who had resisted his desires, showed gentlemanly courtesy, walked up to Natiri's bed, and sat down without any scruples, and the tent stood high, fully revealing his true thoughts.

After waving his hand to drive away the maids, Baron Fez forcibly took Natilly's hand and said as he rubbed it:

"Natiri, do you know how much I love you, although I have resorted to a little despicable means, but it is all for your own good, knowing that with the help of our kingdom of St. Henry, your country will not have to go through war. Peaceful merger. It's all thanks to the power of our family. ”

Natiri withdrew her hand in disgust. Curled up in a corner, holding tightly in her hands, the pendant on her chest, intending to kill the baron if he forced himself to come to the scum, but Natiri wouldn't do that until she had secured the movement of the others.

"Impossible, the Holy Kingdom has the possibility of splitting according to my investigation for so many days, and even you and the viscount are no longer facing the king, aren't they?"

What Natiri had seen and heard all the way from the empire to this confirmed his statement, and the baron's eyes rolled and he directly admitted it:

"Natiri, you are a smart person, it has always been easy to talk to smart people, the old king is dying, we marginal little nobles naturally have the opportunity to set themselves up as kings, your small territory can be called an empire, why can't we?"

"If you tie me up like this, my guards and the narrator will not let you go."

"Hahahaha~ Ahhahahaha~ Hey, hey, goo, goo, goo....."

Baron Fez, who was smiling, as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world, propped his short fingers on the edge of the bed, and even knelt on the edge of the bed with a smile. However, the fat face stretched out in front of Natiri's face, and the redness and swelling of the pimples on the baron's face due to endocrine disorders were clearly visible, as if the baron who had changed his face said viciously:

"Don't think about that man anymore, my father sent his own shadow mage troops, this thing is estimated to have been blasted into slag by the mages along with your annex, and now it is estimated that the ashes will not be found"

The baron retracted his terrible and sinister face and replaced it with his usual stupid face. A harmless smile appeared on his face. He wanted to go up and hug his body, which should have been stunned by hearing the news, but he was greeted with a hard slap! The echo of the slap echoed throughout the room, and the baron, who had been bleeding, fell out of bed.

"How dare you hit me! My father didn't even hit me! You little slut! I'm not going to kill you today! ”

Listening to the baron's threat, Natiri couldn't help but burst into tears. Follow the soft skin that can be broken with the snap of your fingers, and fall down on the arm holding the pendant. In this world, being attacked by a mage, which means that there are no bones left, and if the narrator-kun hadn't died, he wouldn't have been brought here, Natiri pulled down the pendant around her neck.

The baron pressed hard at this moment, and Natiri's hand slipped, and the pendant slipped out of her palm and rolled under the bed. The baron seems to be short, but in fact, he is obese, weighing more than two hundred pounds, which directly suppresses Natilly. Natiri reached out and tried to hook the pendant, but because she couldn't see it, her nervous groping hand pushed the pendant farther away, and the baron smiled lewdly and pulled back the slap with a fierce backhand.

The baron, who was tearing Natiri's clothes, was beating Natiri while enjoying the sense of conquest, and Natiri could only hold on to her chest tightly, guarding the last line of defense.

"Little bitch, today Uncle will let you see what a real man is."

After saying that, he punched Natiri in the face again. The corners of her mouth had long been broken, and her face had been bruised, and her thoughts had begun to drift, and just when she was about to lose her bearing, a voice that seemed to be heavenly came from outside the window.

"Natiri, get down!"

It was the voice of the narrator, hearing this shout, Natilly used the last strength of her body, kicked away the baron weighing nearly three hundred pounds, wrapped herself in the futon, and fell to the bottom of the bed together, wrapped herself tightly in the futon, all in less than two seconds! Then, the world slowed down.

The huge explosion smashed the thick marble façade, and the huge marble flew inward, shattering everything in its path. Several baronial guards, who heard that something was wrong, were smashed to pieces by a shuttle of bullets along with the door before they could open the door. A maid with a gun in the smoke after the violent demolition immediately ran to check where Natilly was, and took a long breath when she saw that Natiri was safe.

Narrator, too, ran over, and the multi-legged mining mule used his six groups to directly insert into the stone wall, and hung it on the outside of the tall tower of the Viscount Castle, and the tallest spire of the Viscount Castle was pierced with a huge hole.

Narrator-kun couldn't help but be angry when he saw Natiri covered in bruises and swelling, he was a trustworthy man, before this woman fulfilled the content of the agreement, he promised her that she would never let her be hurt again, no matter who broke Narrator's own oath, Narrator-kun did not intend to spare him! A businessman who is dishonest in his word will not be respected by others!

"Who the hell is that! Who beat the princess like this? ”

The armed maids who rushed in quickly took control of the scene, one caring for Natiri, one guarding the only spiral staircase leading to the tower, and the other keeping the five people still alive in the tower facing the wall with their heads in their hands. In the face of the narrator's roar, there was silence on the scene.

Watching the maids who had no magic at all, their original long skirts being torn into short skirts. The thighs in suspender stockings were exposed, and the thighs were still tied to the light magic props that they had seen in the arena. The one he was holding in his hand was the famous AK. One by one, they were too frightened to move, not to mention that whoever reported the young master out now, even if he was alive now, would definitely be sentenced to death by the viscount.

"They're loyal, aren't they?"

Angry, the narrator raised his pistol and aimed it at the head of one of the guards and pulled the trigger. After the gunshot, the dummmy bullet pierced the back of the guard's head, and the huge bullet kinetic energy opened a bowl-sized hole in his forehead. The brains squirted against the wall and splashed on the face of the maid standing next door. The baron's young maid subconsciously picked up the splash with her hand, sticking to her face, and found an eyeball in her hand.

"Ahh Not me! It's really not me, please don't kill me, I'm willing to do anything! ”

The frightened maid sat down on the ground, tears and snot mixed with the brains of the previous soldier all over her face, watching the slowly approaching narrator-kun repeating the words, her feet kept trying to push herself back, but behind her was a heavy marble wall, and the maid knelt down and hugged the narrator's legs. The miserable crying and begging for mercy did not make the narrator's heart soften.

"That's not the answer I'm looking for!"

After the gunshot, the bullet penetrated through the Tianling cover, and the maid rolled her eyes, and just lay on the ground, and a piece of skin with bones was jumped out. The remaining men and two women were already frightened. Narrator Jun, who used to be the political commissar of the empire, fought for the empire for many years, and countless people died under his gun, and this kind of simple torture has always been the strength of the political commissars. When the second guard had his limbs broken by a single shot, the narrator made up the last shot during the torture. Even the maid who came with the narrator was disgusted by the strong smell of blood.

Without hesitation, he raised the gun without even asking, and the narrator hooked the trigger on the head of the fourth maid, but unfortunately the gun did not go off, and the narrator stood there, changing the magazine with the same expression, as if pulling the trigger was as simple as picking up a knife and fork to eat. The maid who had survived collapsed under tremendous pressure, knelt down against the wall and desperately suppressed her choking, her relaxed nerves unable to control her bladder, and yellow urine overflowed from under her skirt.

With trembling hands, the maid pointed to a cupboard in the room, and between dying now, and dying later, the maid chose to die later. If you're lucky, you might be able to escape without being caught by the Viscount. Narrator-kun walked to the edge of the cupboard. He kicked open the door of the cupboard, grabbed the baron's ear, and put the gun to his head as the baron screamed like a pig.

"Wait a minute! Master Mage! ”

The maid who was taking care of Natiri saw the baron and stood up with excitement. The teeth bit the lower lip tightly, and even bit out blood. The narrator looked at the maid, knew why, nodded, and shot the baron in the limbs, breaking his hamstrings and tendons, and after eliminating the possibility of his escape, he only said to the maid:

"Solve it early, and withdraw quickly."

"Thanks... Thank you, Master. ”

The maid bowed deeply to the narrator, and the other two maids went to the mine mule police in advance, where they were on guard, and the narrator held the unconscious Natiri and jumped off the high tower, and the narrator, who fell down the cliff in a few seconds, opened the parachute and slowly floated towards the forest. Ten minutes later, the bloodied maid held in her hand a knife that she used to open envelopes. Wiping the tears from his eyes. Put on a smile. With the help of two other maids, he climbed up the mule. For ten minutes, the baron's incomparably terrible screams were heard.

The two surviving baronial maids, after the sound of the mule's mechanical footsteps had completely disappeared, timidly entered the baron's room, and the whole room seemed to be painted with blood. A completely skinned corpse sat there silently, its head cut off, wounds apparently inflicted by blunt objects. The flesh yellow of the fat was mixed with the blood red of the muscles, and the room was filled with the smell of blood and feces and urine, and the two maids couldn't help but vomit.

Then, at last, a cacophony rang out from under the stairs. The heavily armed soldiers finally broke through the entrance blocked by the home, and then the viscount who followed up looked at the body of his son in a daze, although the viscount nominally believed in the state religion, but he never believed in any heavenly reincarnation. The only son was brutally murdered. The viscount collapsed, clutching the head that was barely attached to his neck, and the old man's cries echoed in the castle for a long time.

"How did you survive? What about the others? ”

In the woods outside the city, Natiri, lying on a mine mule, asked Narrator. The narrator just shook his head and touched Natiri's hair to try to explain in a softer way, but there were no such soothing words in his head, and in the end, the narrator chose the simplest and most direct statement

：

"It's a long story, there are only five of us left in the entire annex, and Abbott and they all died in the first wave of bombing."

Hearing the news, Natiri covered her mouth in surprise, tears involuntarily flowed, in the past few days, Natiri's tears thought they had dried up, but in her mind, she recalled Abbot, who grew up with her and was closer than her father. died in a foreign land, and there was no way to get the body back. Natiri's originally red and swollen eyes were filled with tears again.

Fifteen hours ago.

The narrator watched Natilly go upstairs, stayed downstairs for a long time, and after reading a strange ancient novel called "Think of a Domineering Book Title for Grandpa", he patted his ass and got up to go to the arena, and the appointed time was almost up. When he was about to open the door and walk out, a person came down from the stairs, and it turned out to be the rescued Ada, who woke up.

Narrator, who ordered the maid to give Ida something to eat and wanted to have a good chat with her, suddenly set off an alarm on the personal server floating next to her.

"Warning! Warn! Trace amounts of nerve gas have been detected. Citizens are advised to wear oxygen masks. ”

The narrator, who reacted quickly, immediately took out the gas mask from the compressed bag and distributed it to the maids present. Just as he was about to go upstairs to mask the others, a violent explosion came from upstairs.

"Natiri's room!"

By the time the narrator arrived, the entire second floor had almost disappeared, and the seriously injured Abbott was sitting on the ground, almost half of his body was severely burned, and even a leg was blown off, Abbott used his last strength to point to the viscount's castle and wanted to say something, but the throat cut by the fragments was really powerless to make any sound.

Abbott held Narrator's hand tightly with his remaining right hand, tears in his eyes, and severe pain tormented Abbott, but Abbott tried his best to tell Narrator's words, but he couldn't say anything anyway.

"Hold on to the old man!"

The narrator-kun rummaged desperately in his compressed bag, and the words "zero in the inventory" appeared in his pupils. Along the way, the medical gel has long been used up. Dana also happened to be dormant, and the narrator didn't add it, and the momentary laziness led to the erasure of a fresh life, and the narrator slapped himself twice.

However, Abbott, who was nearing the end of his life, just shook his head. When the narrator was annoyed, Abbott used the hand that was holding the narrator's hand to pull out the cut trachea from his severed throat, and his hand held it like this, shouting the last three words of his life.

"Save! Gong! ”

After shouting these three syllables, which could only be barely heard, Abbott seemed to be relieved, and went limp, shocked by such perseverance and loyalty of the narrator, and forced back his tears and gave an imperial military salute. Then, behind covering Albert's dead eyes. Standing in the ruins of the annex that was still burning, Narrator Jun stared at the commanding heights of the city! Fort Viscount.