Snowmark watched her walk up the steps and disappear into the oak gate, then turned back in disappointment, still wondering what had changed.

I don't understand, it's really a "needle in a woman's heart".

He lowered his head and took two steps, and he accidentally bumped into a person in despair, and his forehead hit a ball of softness, and he suddenly realized that when he looked up, he saw that it was a girl who was a head taller than himself.

This girl he had seen was the one who was competing with Jean on the training ground on the east side of the castle, Jean's sister - Suvia.

Xue Scar looked up at her delicate face, which was as soft as a little loli, and then glanced down at her shoulder-wide body and the strong muscles on her arms, and gasped.

This is clearly a fitness athlete!

Although she wore a well-fitting goose yellow dance dress, her bare shoulders and arms already exposed her burliness and toning.

It does look very similar to Qin, but this figure is ...... Not like her sister, but more like her sister.

"Your Royal Highness the Prince, can you enjoy your face and dance?"

Oh, she actually took the initiative to invite dance, are the girls here so active? Xue Zhen remembered what Roland said about the idea of equality between men and women, men can wear skirts here, and it is obviously nothing new for women to invite dances.

"When...... Of course. ”

The music sounded again, soft and slow.

"Hello, my name is Suvia, and I'm Jean's sister. Her eyes burned, as if she had written a good impression on her face.

"Hello, my name is Snow Marks, and I am from the mysterious ancient country of the East...... Prince?" Snowmark smiled bitterly, "Actually, I'm not a prince, I'm just an ordinary person. ”

Unlike Jean, Suvia took the initiative in the dance, and Snow Mark was like a rag doll that she brought with her.

"I like you. Suvia grabbed the snow marks and spun around.

Snow Scar was shocked, she didn't expect her to be so direct.

"Thank you...... Thank you. ”

Is it because I can be thrown around by you like a rag doll?

"You're good at reading. Suvia reached out and made a gun shape, shaking it in front of her.

"Oh...... That...... It was just a whim I came up with......"

"Oh, it turned out to be your own mental skill! Suvia clenched her hands into fists in admiration and put them to her mouth, this was a cute gesture for a little girl, but she ...... do it.

"Uh...... This one...... It's okay. Snowmark was speechless at her exaggerated body language and replied perfunctorily.

"Did you give it a name?"

"Hmm...... It's called a 'pistol'. ”

"Uh...... "Su Wei raised her forehead, "have you ever thought about changing to a different one...... The name of the soil, such as 'Lingmaru', 'Finger Gun' or something. ”

"No...... No, I think it's good to call a pistol. ”

"Well, that's also in line with your positioning. ”

"What positioning?"

"Plain and rough!"

"Uh...... This ......" snow marks are full of black lines, and they are completely speechless.

Seeing the snow marks, Su Wei restrained her innocence like a little girl and became serious.

"My sister has a knot," Suvia grabbed him and spun around again. "She told me that there is a traitor in our family, and he will cause us a great loss if he wreaks havoc at the royal family's celebration banquet tomorrow.

"Although I was surprised by this, I believe in my sister, she never says anything that she is not sure about.

"The traitor is here, but we can't find it, so it's up to you. As long as you find this traitor, my sister's knot will be untied, and you will be able to go back. ”

"What are his characteristics?"

"He has a deep relationship with darkness. ”

"So how do I find it?"

"Don't you have constants?" Suvia smiled, "That's a creature that can tell the difference between darkness." ”

Snow Scar looked at the emerald owl that had been standing on the handrail of the stairs on the second floor, it?

Suvia took Snow Scar's hand and placed a small handful of millet in his palm.

"Maybe you don't know, but in fact, my sister's fate is in your hands. You must cherish ......" Suvia closed his fingers and pressed his joints to make his bones rattle.

This headless and endless word confuses Snow Marks. Just as she was about to ask, Suvia had already let go of her grip on him and walked backwards.

"Do you know this tune?" Suvia raised her finger and pointed to an invisible melody in the air, "This is Sibelius's Melancholy Waltz, which tells the story of a terminally ill woman who hears the music of a waltz in a dream, unconsciously gets up from bed, and dances with a mysterious man in a dream, and when the dance reaches the climax, there is a sudden knock on the door, and the dance partner is gone, and she opens the door to see that there is death standing at the door. ”

As she spoke, the music was reaching its climax, and Snow Scar felt the urgency of that aura of death approaching in the midst of grace. The majestic and tragic music sounded, but it came to an abrupt end, and the soothing and melancholy resurfaced. Everything happens naturally, and in the hands of a god-like confidence. It seems to be the experience and understanding of life, from birth to death, it is just a journey from this shore to the other shore.

Barbie King Kong Suvia bowed slightly, made a bow to her dance partner at the end of the dance, and turned away without waiting for Snow Marks to return the salute.

The music is over and the intermission begins. Everyone started talking to each other, raising glasses, eating.

Xue Scar opened his palms and looked at the millet that was slightly fluorescent, and he had no clue.

At this time, the owl on the handrail of the stairs suddenly flew over and pecked at the grain in the palm of the snow-marked hand.

Seeing how well it eats, Snow Marks understands that this is bird food.

Snow Scar gave it half of it, then put away his hand and said to it, "You can't just eat it, you have to help me find the traitor, a person who has a deep connection with the darkness." ”

The owl burped and stood on the shoulder of the snow mark. He pointed at the crowd with his beak.

"Approaching?"

The owl nodded.

As Snow Marks approached them, the owl chirped a few times, still gesturing at the man.

"Contact?"

The owl nodded again.

"Oh! Snow Scar reached out to the other and shook his hand.

The owl shook his head and pointed at another person.

Snow marks understood, this one is not, and moved on to the next one.

There were about thirty or forty people in the hall, and Snow Marks began to shake hands with them one by one. Like a friendly ambassador to the East.