Screams, beatings, and screams of the last moments of life.

Colonel Schütroheim watched as two undead soldiers in gas masks carried a corpse silently out of Lieutenant Colonel Blois's living room. The girl's little lamb-like white body was covered with marks of whipping and burns.

Without saying anything more, Colonel Schultronheim shook his head and walked briskly into the room. I saw Lieutenant Colonel Blois lying shirtless on the comfortable leather sand, and a small lamb chop with just the right heat on the delicate glass coffee table in front of him. The six-rare lamb spilled blood from under the knife and fork, and the air was filled with a rich smell of meat, but this could not completely hide the stronger smell of blood in the room.

"I'm sorry Colonel, but I don't look very good right now." Lieutenant Colonel Blois shrugged his shoulders and said nonchalantly. Under the light, this action simultaneously tugged at the latissimus dorsi behind him, making the black goat tattoo on the skin reveal a strange smile.

"I beg your pardon for the destruction of that favorite silk shirt by that damn Jewish animal. I was so merciful to get it out of the camp, what a clumsy fellow. Fortunately, I finally got rid of it. Grumbling and putting down his knife and fork, Lieutenant Colonel Blois reluctantly put on his linen shirt and military coat, and made himself look like a man.

"Lieutenant Colonel, I'm not here to hear you complain about what your slave has done wrong. A few hours ago, we lost contact with Colonel Rhaetia. I hope that you will inform the "doctor" of this matter through a special channel. One more thing, it's time to take back your wild dogs. They have already begun to affect the morale of ordinary troops. Schuttroheim said with a blank look.

Although judging from his rank, he did not need to speak to Lieutenant Colonel Blois in such a consultative tone. But the other party's special background made him have to do this. You must know that even his current invulnerable metal body is transformed from the "doctor's" main knife. So in the face of the vicious dog raised by the "doctor" in front of him, it would be better for him to be friendly, if he didn't want to die of rusty artificial organs.

"Oh, it's just been a few hours of no contact. Don't worry too much about the Colonel, she's more serious than the "pieces of meat" that crawl around under my command combined, otherwise how could the Doctor let her come out alone to complete the task. The only thing to consider is the boring sympathy that is unique to little girls, and that girl hasn't killed anyone yet, can you believe it? Blois waved his hand disapprovingly, signaling Shotroheim not to panic too much.

"It's not in line with the rules, don't forget that this is the front line, and anything can happen. If something really happens, aren't you afraid of the "doctor" being held accountable? Schultroheim frowned, he was almost fed up with this special lieutenant colonel who usually had a dead face but was full of ugliness.

"Well, I'll get in touch with the Doctor later. Lieutenant Colonel Blois got up lazily: "But wait until I'm done enjoying the chops." ”

"You!" Shotroheim took a heavy step forward with indignation.

"Don't be so nervous, cool down with a cup of coffee." Lieutenant Colonel Blois tapped the coffee cup with his fork, and a cold air poured out of it, causing the temperature in the room to drop below freezing, and even the flames burning in the nearby fireplace gradually extinguished.

Shotroheim clenched his hands and could do nothing more, so he turned away from the hellish cold of the room.

"Lytia is missing? That's not good news, and I'd like her to do me a little favor. Lieutenant Colonel Blois sneered and whispered to himself, stretching out his slender tongue like a hungry wolf and licking the tip of his nose.

An alchemist, who was also a member of the Northern Society, once told him: "If you want a child, go find a woman, and if you want a special child, find a special woman." ”

The first time he saw the little girl with her golden hair in the doctor's room, he felt that he had finally found that special woman. Is there a better goal for a girl with the Devil's Samiyah contract and special bloodline inheritance? And, on the other hand, she also has a famous and powerful uncle.

"Looks like I'm going to have to put the leash a little longer." Touching the pentagram-shaped pendant around his neck, Lieutenant Colonel Blois's eyes flashed with a lilac light that was almost invisible. Outside the room, the shrill howls of the undead soldiers rang out, one after the other, like wolves hunting in the night.

The sun was gradually setting, and at this time, in a hut on the other side of the city, Su Qin and his little captive who didn't say a word were also sitting around the campfire playing a game that whoever blinked first would lose. The two looked at each other in silence, neither of them spoke.

After a while, Su Qin finally couldn't help but let out a chuckle and leaned relaxed against the tapestry he had taken off the wall.

"What's your name, Lacey, Larina, or Lola?"

"......" The little girl stared at the round hole made by the bullet on the shoulder of Su Qin's jacket without saying a word.

"Well, your name is Hans?" Su Qin said jokingly.

Hearing this name, which was obviously used by a boy, the little girl finally couldn't help but squirm and purse her lips, and squeezed out a name from the gap with a weak mosquito voice.

"Retia ......"

"Sorry, I didn't hear clearly." With a smile, he took out a bag of beans and half a piece of salted meat wrapped in oil paper from his arms, and Su Qin said deliberately.

"I say!" Retcia also had some baby fat and her face was as red as a ripe apple, and she puffed out her cheeks and said loudly, "My name is Rhaea. Adolf, part of the human unit of the German Party (Harmony) Guard. I have the rank of colonel, so I apply for treatment that is commensurate with my status. ”

Holding up her hands, trapped in chains made of black blood, Rhaeia's eyes glistened with tears of anger and dissatisfaction. Just as she was about to explode, an extremely embarrassing sound of fasting sounded in the room. Both fell silent at the same time, and Rhodia lowered her head in shame and blushed as if steam was about to come out of her ears.

......Out of consideration for protecting the little girl's self-esteem, Su Qinqiang turned his back with a smile and used a knife to cut the salted meat into small slices and put it in the aluminum marching lunch box.

"What's so ridiculous." Although Retia had shown her maturity and sophistication on the battlefield, that didn't change the fact that she was always just a teenage girl. Under the combined effect of shame, anger and chagrin, she finally cried loudly, and seeing this, Su Qin sighed and handed over a handkerchief.

Retia unceremoniously snatched the handkerchief and snorted vigorously, and then continued to cry, as if she was about to release all the pressure that had accumulated on the battlefield in the past few days. It wasn't until the pair of beautiful blue eyes were crying so hard that Retia chirped and quieted down. Suddenly, she smelled an unusually good fragrance, and the colonel, who no longer cared about her image at all, raised her sleeve and wiped her cat-like face, and turned her head to look at the bonfire.

It turned out that Su Qin had built a simple and practical shelf on the flame with withered branches during the time she was making a lot of noise, and hung an aluminum lunch box with peas, bacon, and rice on it to slowly cook the food inside.

The flame licks the bottom of the box and gradually heats the food to the right temperature. And that nice smell came from here, and I don't know what kind of magic the nasty guy on the other side used to make such a fragrant smell with such simple food.

"Want to eat?" Looking at Retia, who was constantly twitching her nose, Su Qin calmly stirred the soup spoon to heat the stewed food in the lunch box evenly.

"Humph!" Redia stubbornly turned her head to look away, and swallowed quietly.

"Dinner will be ready soon, but there seems to be some uninvited villains outside." Su Qin put down the spoon and touched Retia's head with a smile, then turned around and walked out the door under her annoyed glare.

With a low roar getting closer and closer, Su Qin's left palm cracked open with a huge wound that reached his forearm. A large amount of black blood continued to pour out of it, turning into a pair of wide and sharp butterfly wings, and the hollowed-out metal wings twisted into pure white bone hilts in the suppressed ** sound of the magic sword. He grasped the slender hilt of the sword with his bloodless right hand, and slowly pulled the wide translucent blade out of the wound, the blade pointing directly at the large flickering red bright spots in the darkness.

"Don't steal it." Turning his head to Rhaedia, Su Qin walked quickly into the dark night without a trace of light.

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