The sword was plunged deep into the enemy's body, and the mad dog seemed to feel the touch of the tip of the sword piercing his throat. Forcefully closing the grip, he quickly drew his weapon and jumped away.

With black blood gushing out, the man staggered forward clutching his throat. Moments later, the enemy collapsed to the ground, disintegrating into ominous black smoke.

Fortunately, the sneak attack was successful, otherwise I would have to fight with the knight's clone, and Lao Tzu would not have a big chance of winning...... Shaking off the blood from the sword, the mad dog's heart was beating wildly: this impostor has been trying to stop me from going to the basement, could it be that the knight's body is there?

I didn't bother to think about why the knight was locked up there, and I didn't have time to think about whether the knight really had a wife and daughter. Eager to verify his suspicions, Mad Dog grabbed the wire and pulled the padlock. Moving his frozen fingers slightly, he manipulated the wire to shake flexibly, and soon felt the touch of the tip being hooked.

Stopping to lean forward and pressing it down slightly, Ceresya took a deep breath and caused it to sway from side to side at a rapid pace. As expected, with a "click" sound, the iron lock in his hand has been flicked open.

Throwing the padlock on the ground, the mad dog impatiently ripped off the chain and kicked open the iron door. Restlessly picking up the oil lamp, the mad dog slowly poked into the room with a bayonet sword in hand.

The basement was so dim that the pale blue moonlight of the ice moon could not penetrate it in the slightest. Vigilant and anxious as he descended the steps, the mad dog concentrated, listening to all possible noises: perhaps there was an enemy hiding here.

The space is much larger than expected, and a single lantern can't illuminate it all. As he slowly deepened, a collapsed male figure finally appeared in the light: it was a knight who had been frozen in black ice. And beside him were several iron cans and a wooden cabinet that had collapsed.

It appears that the freeze was slow-taking effect and had only just been completed. These knocked down things are probably what he used to call for help...... There was a panic in his heart, and the mad dog desperately approached the ice cube that kept emitting black smoke: what the hell was going on - what happened to the knight on the second floor, and he was locked here?

The basement may have been locked from the start...... Sadly recalling all this, Mad Dog sighed: the knight seemed to have been ambushed as soon as he reached the second floor, after which the man had hidden him here by spell.

We've only known each other for a long time! Looking at the knight's face, the mad dog suddenly wanted to cry for a long time: Damn, the tears that have been deposited for many years are actually going to be given to such a serious and boring rigid uncle who can't drink? It's too self-conscious for you to want to live longer than Lao Tzu these two times...... At least listen to me tell the story of being an assassin before you die?

Just when he thought that the knight was absolutely done playing, the mad dog suddenly shuddered, and unexpectedly found a surprise scene: faintly, the talisman around the knight's neck could be seen emitting a faint white light.

Could it be that the power of the angels is working? Mad Dog clenched the hilt of his sword and thought excitedly: it is indeed possible. This would explain why the knight was not immediately frozen. If this is the case, then the knight can still be saved. At least for a while, he won't be corrupted. Just smash the black ice and let Lusha deliver some angelic power—

Wait a minute...... The stunned mad dog almost threw the oil lamp to the ground: did the clone mention his sister? He seemed to mean that Lusha had been called upstairs.

Damn, I almost forgot about it because I was so worried about the knights...... Gritting his teeth, Mad Dog quickly ran up the stairs: if Lusha wasn't on the first floor, she must have fallen into a trap on the second floor.

Running all the way down the halls, the mad dog sprints straight for the area where Lusha is investigating. Kicking open the doors one by one but not finding Lusa, the mad dog turned around and ran back to the hall in a frenzy. Constantly praying to Lady Luck in his heart, Mad Dog is completely afraid to imagine what might happen to his sister: once Lusha dies or her soul is usurped, Lucina's soul that is parasitic in her body will immediately dissipate. If Lusha can't be found on the second floor, the knight will definitely not be saved......

Finally, I have a sister again, how can I be snatched away like this? A wave of anger surged into his heart, and the mad dog suppressed his anger: I want to poison my uncle during the day, and I want to kill the knight and Lusa at night? Lucina can be slaughtered at will, but Lao Tzu will not die for a day, so don't think about moving these two people!

Rushing up to the second floor in one breath, the mad dog stopped his body and looked around vigilantly: I don't know if it was a psychological effect, the surrounding environment was a little too quiet, and it didn't look like Lusha was there at all.

Just as he was about to take a step to find the study, Mad Dog trembled in his heart: this is not right. Just now, the knight's clone wanted to lure me up to the second floor, and it didn't seem to just want to kill me. After all, if you want to do it, you can sneak up on me when I'm unprepared at first.

Could it be that he didn't do that because he didn't have a chance of winning? Subconsciously touched the parry dagger, and the mad dog narrowed his eyes: It can't be because of this. Somewhere on the second floor, then, there is definitely a black ice mage or magic circle hidden - just walk into the trigger range and it can freeze me.

There are definitely traps in the study, but will there be one in the corridor? Suspicious and suspicious, the mad dog slowed down and walked vigilantly into the depths of the corridor. Keeping his head down, he scrutinized the ground.

Just as he passed by an open bedroom, a pale blue pattern on the floor caught his attention—a pattern so small that it would not be noticeable on a normal passing. Looking around, Mad Dog crouched down after making sure that no one was there and set the oil lamp aside.

What is this? Squinting his eyes, Mad Dog scrutinized the pattern facing the bedroom door: what kind of magic rune might it be?

Just as he reached out to touch it, a sense of unease filled his heart. As if touching a fire, he immediately withdrew his left hand, which had reached out: there were only two rooms on the second floor, and the bedroom on his right. In this case, it is likely that the knight has been tricked as soon as he walks out the door after inspecting the house......

That would explain why the doors weren't closed. Mad Dog was suspicious: Could it be that the mage had set up the rune after the knight had entered the house? If that was the case, the most careful person would have been tricked - after all, nothing had happened when he entered the room.

Lusha may be in the study at the front...... Mad Dog picked up the lantern again and strode over the incantation. Keeping a slow walk, Seresa leaned close to her study, listening to the sounds inside.

Not a single voice was heard. The mad dog took a deep breath and kicked open the door and hurried into the house. However, the study was equally quiet, with no enemies or Lusa as he expected.

Just as he turned back with a huge sense of loss, a "whoosh" whimper came from behind him. Turning around in shock, the mad dog was almost knocked over by the unknown creature that jumped into his arms.

"Minia?" looked at the group in his arms with a shocked expression, and the mad dog frowned: "No, there was obviously a dog barking just now......"

Before the mad dog could finish speaking, a silver-white wolf gradually appeared in front of him. It curled up, transforming back into Aya's form in a burst of illusory black light.

Fiddling with the dagger in her hand, the girl slowly lifted it.

The pool of blood beside him rose faster and faster, and soon flooded his navel.

Before she could lose consciousness, she gripped the blade and stabbed it to the heart.

The clock of midnight rang again.

At the end of the world, there are still seventeen years and two hundred and five days.