"Is it okay for us not to send them off?" On the second floor of the Crimson Pupil Tavern, One-Eye sorted out the information that had recently been reported by his subordinates. She doesn't have a mask on her face, which means that the only person in the room who listens to her is Aemia. The witch, still dressed in red, turned from the window and hugged the latter from behind, and Amia put her chin on her lover's shoulder and whispered in her ear, "Young people should have their stories." Besides, I can't bear to leave you and Hill to face this mess. "You're not here to help, hmm..."After a series of events, everyone will change a little. As for One-Eyes and Ciel, it's a good thing that they find that the witches they serve have become much more cheerful than before, but the willfulness that comes with it makes people feel a little powerless. Maybe it's to make up for the time he's lost in fear, One-Eye, struggling to break out of the witch's embrace, thought to himself.

On the other side, in a small house in the port district, Roland is repairing his props, and now is the time when the morale is low, and the moderate entertainment after labor can boost the morale of the inhabitants of the royal capital. "Sir, how do you get this?" Sparrow, who sat next to the old man, held a thumb-thick tube, and he volunteered to help Roland, but due to the limitations of knowledge, the only thing the little sparrow could do was help wipe the stains. "I'll look for it, well, here. The magician rummaged through the pile of props on the ground and pulled out a thin wooden stick with a fine pile of fluff at one end. "Wet this slightly, poke it in, and gently pull it out. Remember, it must be light, there are secretly engraved threads in it, too rough will cause wear. Sparrow nodded, carefully slicing the fluff into the small bucket next to him.

Looking at the little sparrow's serious look, Roland nodded. He put down his props, reached for the pipe he had put aside, filled it and lit it. In the exhaled mist, the old man's thoughts became distant. In vain, he used to laugh at Clarke's loneliness, but after all these years, his youngest apprentice has grown to such a point. And he was still alone in a carriage and wandered around. "Oh, maybe, we don't really fit into this world. ”

The magician's musings did not last long, and the door of the storeroom was gently pushed open, and a high-pitched voice came from behind, "Mr. Roland, there is an Edward who wants to see you, and needs me to smash his nose with a stone?" "Oh, my dear child, please don't do that. Hatred only breeds hatred. The old man stood up and motioned for Sparrow to continue cleaning up the props, while he himself walked to the door and turned his hand into a candy to deliver to the elf who told the news. "I'm sure Lightning doesn't want to see you like that. "Okay..."The dwarf looked a little disappointed when he heard Lightning's name, and he took the candy from Roland's hand, but didn't put it directly in his mouth. The magician smacked his lips, thinking that he might have said the wrong thing, that the little ones had not yet come out of the sacrifice of their patriarch. So Roland patted it on the head, "But I believe that a little proper prank must be something that Lightning is happy to see." You know, like adding salt as sugar to Edward's tea. ”

The elf staggered away, and the magician tapped his forehead with his index finger. Hatred, especially between races, how could it be something that could be erased in a few words? The resentment between the elves and the ghouls, and the batmen who had assisted the ghouls in the rebellion, had to pay for that betrayal, and even though he understood that it did not blame all the people of the two races, the hatred had to find someone to bear. That may be why he volunteered to stay, the old magician had seen so many of them, and he didn't want the nightmares that would wake him up in the middle of the night repeat themselves. "Hmph, let me try. See where I can direct this hatred. Roland said and took the big hat hanging outside the door and buckled it to his head, "If I can change the doomed tragedy, then this should be the best magic trick I have ever performed in my life." ”

"If I were you, I wouldn't have sent the army out at this point in time. Especially the Iron Knight, whose sword in his hand could make a lot of things easier. "On the top floor of the royal castle, Sigurt looked out of the window as the troops who had completely left the royal capital and walked into the wilderness. The black figure behind the king said suspiciously. "Atticus is very sensitive, and if I keep him around, he will definitely detect you. "Oh, it's my pleasure!" the man bowed exaggeratedly, but there was not much emotion in his tone. "Enough, devil. Put away your tricks. It's not like I haven't dealt with your kind. The king turned, and the bearskin cloak behind him thumped against the wall. And with the swing of the cloak, you can see two rare fist blades pinned to Sigget's waist, these two sharp blades are the most good weapons used by the king when he is young.

"Hey, hey, Siggert the Demon Slayer. I've heard your name a long time ago, and if it weren't for you, that kid of Kalus wouldn't have been able to cause us so much trouble like he is now. The devil in the smiling mask let out a terrible laugh and said. "Then you should know that the rules of my game against you and your kind do not apply to me. The King of the Grey Lion frowned, he hated talking to the devil, but the other man's offer made the king have to accept.

"Woo... Don't be so angry, Your Majesty. Rest assured, you're already on our blacklist, so this time, I'm not here to make a deal with you. The devil took two steps back, as if he was really afraid of Sigget, and he even raised his hands in a gesture of surrender, "Remember? I'm here to help you." The king gritted his teeth in anger, and now he was eager to kill the sight of the man in front of him with a single sword. But he also knew that he was no longer the comfortable adventurer, and as a monarch, he had to negotiate with all kinds of people for the benefit of the kingdom to get help, even if they came from the deepest depths of darkness. "You'd better be like this, and if I find out any of you trying to bewitch the lion, I don't mind killing another devil. ”

"Oh, you are so imposing, I can understand why people in this kingdom want to serve you as Lord. Even if you don't have any children. ”

The corners of Sigget's eyes twitched, "Hearn's curse will be cut off with me, devil, you and your master buried deep underground have no chance. "Of course, of course. Your self-control is the toughest of all the mortals I've ever met, hehe, I wish that little guy who stole my stuff could have the same level of consciousness as you. The man said, looking in the direction of Cheese and the others by the city wall.

Siggett's eyes narrowed, and his hand touched the blade of his fist at his waist. "You'd better not hit Marcus's attention, devil, or I'll make you pay. ”

"What can I do? You've pushed him away for me, and you've found him a bunch of bodyguards who are so reliable. What can I do?