When the dim sky light illuminates the mountains, Medirli appears on the peaks on the edge of the mountains. She casually plunged the Hellkill into the hard frozen rock, and the blunt-edged greatsword that was missing everywhere still easily sank deep into the frozen rock without making a sound.

The hand covered under the dark black armor slowly released the hilt of the sword. The hilt of the sword is made of rough unknown metal, completely unpolished, full of protrusions and spikes, and in the middle of the hilt is a hideous and terrifying skeleton, with four long fangs protruding from the sword.

At this time, the hilt of the sword of the prison killing was stained with blood, and it was so red that it made people's hearts palpitate. Blood slowly flowed down the hilt of the sword, and even the cold temperature, which seemed to freeze time, could not cause it to freeze or even stop for a moment.

Drops of blood were still pouring out of the cracks in the armor, dripping onto the frozen rocks. Drops of blood seemed to have a life of their own, rolling between the crevices of the rocks, and some were even struggling to climb up. The scattered droplets of blood tried to move and gather together, but even if they succeeded, they quickly exhausted that little bit of heat and energy, and finally turned into a faint blood qi, scattered in the air, not even leaving any traces on the frozen rock.

Medirri took off her mask and squinted slightly as she looked to the east as the morning sun rose. At the end of the horizon, endless radiant clouds and the earth are one.

Her eyes were still as blue as they were seven years ago, as deep as the sea. The icy wind ruffled her long pale gray hair, carrying a mysterious sparkle of starlight away.

In the midst of the mountains, a graceful figure appeared, running at a speed far higher than that of an antelope towards the peak where Medirli stood, and her short fiery red hair stood out in the monotonous and desolate environment. In the blink of an eye, Peperos came up behind Medirli, touched the ground on one knee, and said, "What you have commanded has been done." ”

Medirli looked silently into the distance and did not answer. A hint of surprise flashed across Peperoz's face, and she rarely saw Medirli take off her helmet or mask. Even when she returned to Judgment and sat alone in the chapel, Medirri hid her face under heavy armor all year round.

"How many did you kill?" Medirli asked blandly, standing unchanged, like a cold steel sculpture.

Peperos' face turned pale in an instant, and his whole body stiffened like a zombie. You can see that she even began to shiver slightly, as if she had fallen into an irresistible cold. Yes, she wore very little, and in the low temperature of more than minus forty degrees, this thin clothing did not have any effect on insulation. But those who are superior in ability should ignore this low temperature.

"You have instructed you to be measured and not to leave an incurable wound. How could I kill someone......" Peperos's voice became quieter and quieter, but the trembling of his body became more and more intense.

"How many did you kill?" Medirri repeated, her voice in the same tone as the first time, as precise as a replay.

Peperos took a deep breath, gradually regained a little composure, bowed his head deeply and said, "Seriously wounded three, killed three." Seriously wounded people will not be able to fight anymore, and I have made it clear to them who I am. ”

"Very well done." Medirri's voice was still flat and clear. Peperos suddenly felt as if he was frozen in ice, and he didn't dare to move at all, and even his breath was frozen in extreme fear.

Beyond the mountains is the plains.

A convoy of three off-road vehicles circled around the foot of the hill on the other side and drove straight for this side at an almost frantic speed. There was still some distance to the bottom of the mountain, and the people in the car jumped off in a hurry and ran towards the summit faster than the car, carrying a metal piano case and a black cast-iron seat on their shoulders. They were all young and handsome men, their black uniforms cut to the nearest fit, but their scarlet left sleeves exuded a lingering smell of blood.

Just stepped on the peak, these young men were all stiff!

Unlike Peperos, they were seen for the first time in their true face by their far inferior status. Although he knew the horror of Medirri, and knew that the fate of Cuò in front of her was more terrifying than death, the moment they first met, everyone was shocked by her countenance, without exception.

Seven years ago and seven years later, there has never been a difference.

Some people had already thought of the legend that Medirli would choose male pets among the young retinue, and the men who stood in a daze even let go of their hands unconsciously, and the strength of the rest was not enough to fully support them, and the piano case and seat suddenly lost their balance and began to fall.

Just when the big mistake was about to be cast, Medirri, who was in deep thought, stretched out her blood-stained right hand, and with a slight move, a rough cast-iron seat weighing hundreds of kilograms flew behind her, and landed lightly on the ice rock, and then the four thick square chair legs sank downward, silently sinking into the rock for more than ten centimeters, and then stabilized. The case was also obediently erected in front of Medirri, and the rough steel spikes at the bottom of the box were also driven into the frozen rock.

To everyone's surprise, Medirri did not punish his subordinates, who were already completely shrouded in fear and despair, but only pointed to their way forward. This was a sign that they were leaving, and in an instant, these handsome young men lost all the composure that matched their appearance, and rushed down the hill in a hurry. In the blink of an eye, the three off-road vehicles turned around and roared away.

It wasn't until the dust and smoke cleared on the other side of the hill that Peperos was convinced that Medirri did not mean to give them hope first, and then end their lives when hope was at its strongest, as the Triumvirate of the Inquisition used to do. She was equally struck by the mercy that had been rare in the history of the Inquisition, and had never been seen in Medirli. As long as this girl who took the name of the 'Dark Judgment', single-handedly caused her ex to disappear, and forced the other two giants to retire, she could make a person suffer endless pain for days on end, and neither die nor go mad, and be more conscious than ever to accept punishment. Peperos had seen Medirri tear apart a prisoner's will with unimaginable power, and then put it back together. She didn't even dare to imagine the pain the prisoners went through in the process. And now, the scene was replaying in her mind over and over again.

That's what makes Medirli so awe-inspiring. If it falls into her hands, death becomes a complete luxury and mercy.

Medirri placed the mask on the armrest of the seat, then sat down calmly and asked, "Pepe, how old are you?" ”

The question was sudden, and Peperos was stunned. Isn't all her information recorded in the archives? Medirri, who has the highest authority to 'light and dark' in the intellectual brain of the court, naturally will not be unable to see this information. But since she asked, Peperos replied honestly, "24." ”

"And how did you spend your childhood?" Medirli asked again. Listening to the tone of her voice, it was like a casual conversation with a close best friend.

But Peperos's feelings were, of course, different, and she replied in as calm a tone as she could: "You know, I was born in the wilderness. The things that can still be remembered are from the time I was four or five years old, and the things that go before are forgotten. The only memories of childhood are cold, hunger, and pain, and later on, when I grew up, I was a man of all kinds. The first man was when I was seven years old, and because he was my father, I remember it very well. For the next three years, I had to get food through hunting, work, and sex. When I was ten years old, I was taken by an arbitrator in the Inquisition and brought in the Dark Dragoon. Then at the age of thirteen I killed him and became a trainee arbitrator myself. ”

"Very ordinary experience." Medirli commented that in the wilderness, this is indeed a very typical life. But her next question left Peperos at a loss as to how to answer: "Want to know my childhood?" ”

Thin beads of sweat continued to seep from Peperos's forehead and slid down his delicate and delicate face, and his short fiery red hair looked disheveled, and the color seemed to be a little harsh. Just when she couldn't make a choice, Medirli didn't wait for her answer, but said to herself: "My childhood, well, according to your opinion, was very different. Between the ages of eight, all memories are warmth, safety, waiting, and hope. At that time, the wilderness was full of sunlight, and although the sunlight was isolated high above the radiation cloud, I could still see it and feel its warmth. ”

Peperos had never heard Medirli speak in such a soft, warm voice, much less her childhood. But according to the logic of the Inquisition, a qiē gentleness, generosity, kindness, and other things that should not exist in this dark world, once they appear, mean a deeper horror. With the arrival of Medirli, this tradition was brought to full play.

"According to the world, I'm almost 16. At the age of 16, she has just become an adult, and as a woman, she will be despised by others. I know a lot of people are speculating about my age and repeating it in my mind to boost my confidence. They may fear my force, but they always use my age as an excuse to think of me as a fool. There are a lot of people like that, aren't they? Medirli did not look back, nor did she look at Peperos.

The last of Perperos' strength seemed to have been drained, and he was powerless to react. Medirli was right about one thing, at least Peperos was often thinking about her age.

"From the day I was born, I remember everything I saw, heard, and felt." Medirli's voice was soft, but it thundered in Peperos' ears!

Medirli opened the case, and the dark black, unpolished wrought case was lined with dark red silk satin, and inside was an obviously historic cello, the burgundy lacquer was shiny by Mosuo, and I don't know how many generations of masters had passed through it.

Peperos had seen the case, the only piece of luggage that Medirli had brought with her when she entered Judgment Town, apart from the original form of the Death Prison. She also knew it was a cello, but she had never heard Medirli play it.

Medirri leaned her cello against her and tried it with her bow. She was still covered in armor, and her sharp hand armor seemed to be extremely gentle and soft when pressed against the strings.

The bow was pulled horizontally, and the first sound of the cello was like rolling thunder on the vast field, and like a cry that kept echoing. The low, vigorous, and desolate sound of the piano filled the mountains in an instant, and even the long trills seemed to be buried in the erupting volcano.

The sound of the piano is like the sea, the sea is stormy and the waves are fierce, and the undercurrent under the sea is surging. The sky is dark, the clouds are like hanging down to the crest of the waves, and between the sky and the sea, there is endless muffled thunder.

Peperos could not comprehend or bear the emotions contained in the sound. It's too complex, it's too intense, it's changing too fast, it's too heavy, it's too expansive, and the slightest attempt to make contact with it almost tears Peperos's consciousness cracks! But the emotion as deep as the sea also shocked her heart!

She struggled to quit, but was shocked to find that it was too late, the beating of her heart and the music were already in harmony, and as the melody suddenly went straight up to the clouds and then into the bottom of the sea, in the end, even she wondered if her chest would explode directly!

On the verge of Peperos' collapse, the sound of the piano came to an abrupt end!

Medirri stood up, waved her hand, and the priceless cello flipped into the sky. Staring at the touch of burgundy dancing in the gray sky, Medirli sighed softly and said, "Pepe, if it had been a day ago, I would have killed you in three days. ”

Peperos didn't dare to speak, but quietly breathed a sigh of relief. She was now mentally and physically weakened to the extreme, and after coming into contact with Medilli's spiritual world, Peperos would no longer think of her as just a killing machine wrapped in heavy armor all year round, with no emotion, no relatives, and no friends.

Facing the cold mountain wind, her eyes curled like a crescent moon, Medirri pointed to the cello dancing wildly in the air and made a gesture to pull the trigger.

The cello exploded immediately, like a blooming flower, ending its life in a beautiful way.

Hell jumped out of the frozen rock on its own and leaped into the hand that had just held the bow. Medirli dragged the prisoner, put on her mask, and said, "Pepe, come with me somewhere." ”

"Where to go?" Peperos looked up.

"Twilight Castle, the place that gave you the courage to betray me."

In the cold winter months, after 4 p.m., twilight will slowly crawl across the land. On the gentle slopes of a secluded valley, large shrubs grow, and the lush shrubs that still grow in the night begin to emit a faint pale green glow. The light was not intense, but the shrubs shone across the hillside, and shrouded the valley in a faint and mysterious glow.

At the foot of the hill sits an old castle, and the vines climbing on the dilapidated façade are also radiating turquoise, but these lights do not give the castle a comfortable feeling, reflecting the few lights scattered in the castle, but rather a strange and cold feeling, making it more like the legendary cemetery of the old times, eerie, damp, and full of strange and unknown creatures.

Fortunately, the castle is not lit up with a few lights tonight, as usual, but is brightly lit, and melodious music floats out of the castle from time to time. A long scarlet carpet stretched the steps of the castle, and although the black-iron openwork gate and the oak gate were closed, the square in front of the castle was full of horse-drawn carriages.

According to the old etiquette, the party has not officially started yet. As the supreme master of the castle, the white-haired old man still sat alone in his beloved small living room decorated with the legend of the Seven Apostles, beside him a coffee table with his favorite black tea, and carefully read the report in his hand through a single lens bordered by gold wire. The report is written in elegant, smooth floral fonts, and whatever the content, it is like a work of art in itself.

Although there were already advanced brains at this time, the old man was only willing to read reports handwritten on paper in the old-time way. This is a habit he has been doing for many years, and to the outside world, it is also a symbol of status. This dilapidated castle has been around for nearly 500 years, and in the last 200 years it has been closely associated with the surname "Sarenwell". Sallenwell is an old, understated, elegant family that respects its heritage, and its credo is respect for history and time. In the era of the old man, the castle has been renovated many times, but it has always maintained its original appearance for hundreds of years.

Few people remember the original name of the castle, but in a hidden and small circle, since twenty years ago, the castle has had a new name, and is increasingly feared and feared by the old man: the Twilight Zone.

The report in the old man's hand was only four pages, and the real content was just over two pages, minus the rigorous formatting paragraphs, which were almost stereotyped. It was these two pieces of paper, and the old man had been looking at them over and over again for an hour.

Then there was a soft knock at the door, and in an unknown tacit understanding, the old butler pushed the door straight and entered, stood beside the old man's sofa with his hands down, and said in a characteristic melodious tone: "My lord, Sir Gagul and his retinue have arrived, and are now resting in the drawing-room. ”

"It's not time for the banquet yet, let him wait." The old man commanded lightly, never taking his eyes off the report in his hand.

The butler wanted to say something, but he couldn't say anything. He knew that it was never a good idea to interrupt the old man's thinking at this time.

Just when the butler's gaze had begun to show a glimmer of anxiety, the old man finally put down the report. He glanced at the butler and said, "A Gagul is no big deal. As long as this plan is successful, we don't need him at all. ”

The butler bowed and said yes, but he thought about it and still voiced his concern: "However, Peperos is not a woman who can be trusted. ”

The old man smiled slightly and said, "It doesn't matter. Importantly, she left Judgment Town at this time, and that was enough. ", wonderful infinitehttp://www./