On the roof of a building not too far from the Ministry of the Interior, Sinjid looked with great interest at the sky-high flames that could be seen in the entire imperial capital. The hot wind from the fire blew his thin, messy hair, and the scene was like hell on earth, and even the night sky was stained red by the flames of this hell.

Since the death of Prince Michel VII, because of the sudden deterioration of Nicholas I's physical condition, the empire does not have much energy to care about such a small person as Sinjid, and after cutting him off all his positions in Pritown, Alexander and the cabinet have really forgotten about him, after all, there are so many more important things that need to be dealt with urgently, and such a non-threatening guy is not worth wasting their time.

So now Sinjid can be said to be quite free, no one cares about him, and the Ministry of the Interior has no time to waste manpower to spy on a defeated rebel general who has lost power, so even when Sinjid came to the imperial capital, there is no news from the imperial side.

"It's so beautiful—" he grinned on his chapped lips, but a smile appeared on his ugly face, "Maybe the flame is the most beautiful thing in the world, from which everything is born and everything is destroyed!"

"Don't forget why I called you. Ramrem, who was standing ten meters behind Sinjid, said with a cold face, "If you have the time to express your feelings here, it is better to hurry up and get down to business." ”

Sinjid turned around, and although he had changed into his unsightly Pritten military uniform, the clothes on his body were still dirty, and his sloppy appearance had not changed because of the change of clothes.

"Don't come closer!" Ramrem immediately frowned and shouted as Sinjid raised his foot, "just stand there." ”

Sinjid smiled, unimpressed by Ramrem's disgust. "Miss, please rest assured, don't look at me like this, but I will definitely not fall behind in what I need to do. ”

Ramrem pursed his lips and took another step back.

"But it's really surprising. Sinjid turned around and looked at the burning Ministry of the Interior, "I thought that if something like this happened to His Excellency the Earl, it would be Mr. Baron Deniz who came to me, but I didn't expect you to find me first." ”

Hearing Sinjid speak of Baron Deniz, Ramrem's eyes flashed with a faint light. Now the old baron has not returned to the imperial capital, although he has the convenience of a carriage compared to Viscount Ernest, but for some reason he has dragged on the road. Moreover, although Zingid's appearance made Ramrem dislike it very much, this sentence was very true, Baron Deniz's reaction after Swain's accident did surprise her, who would have thought that the most loyal retainer would be the first to abandon Swain?

But at the moment, Ramrem didn't discuss Baron Deniz's mood with Sinjid, to be precise, she wouldn't want to be on another occasion - if she didn't have the means, she didn't want to be in the same place as Sinjid.

"Don't talk nonsense, you swore that there was definitely a way to rescue the Earl, and you wouldn't be helpless now, right?"

"Of course not. At this point, Sinjid seemed quite confident, "As long as your information is not wrong, then there is absolutely no problem in rescuing His Excellency the Earl." That Manfred was using Caesar's Trick The fifth star chart of Jupiter in the forty-four star array recorded in it, although I don't know the magic of that book, but sometimes alchemy and magic are connected, the early Maude people began the study of primitive alchemy by classifying natural objects, and a large part of the Maude people firmly believe that magic was born from alchemy, it just so happens that alchemy originally has an alchemy array corresponding to the seven planets, so think about it with reverse thinking, if you want to crack this magic, you can also use alchemy to reverse, this is not a difficult thing. ”

Sinjid raised his hand and compared the distance from the Home Office. "The only problem is that His Excellency the Earl is trapped in that building, so it's best to go where you are. But right now, the fire that happened to break up the Interior Ministry's surrounding elemental sequence, and now it's a real mess. Therefore, we can spread the magic of the alchemy array diagram through remote sensing here, and if we are lucky, we can unlock the star array diagram of His Excellency Count Seal. ”

Ramrem did not frown at Sinjid's explanation, but instead frowned even more narrowly.

"What I'm going to hear is not 'good luck,' you have to get the Count out of place. ”

"Rest assured," Sinjid waved his hand, "the possibility is great." ”

As he spoke, he took out the prepared schematic from his coat pocket and placed it on the ground, along with a bunch of instruments that Ramrem didn't even recognize. The maid looked coldly at Sinjid fiddling with those things, she was not interested in alchemy, and after meeting Sinjid, she was even less interested in this science.

"Exactly," Sinjid licked his chapped lips, a look of excitement in his eyes, "let me try the new recipe." ”

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Ernest walked down the ruined hallway, the fire hadn't spread to this side yet, but the heat and anxiety in the air had already indicated that the flames were not far away. There were quite a few cracks in the walls on both sides, and some of the walls looked crumbling, and it was clear that the building was already very shaky and at risk of collapsing at any time.

Ernest's footsteps stopped, one hand gripping his ankle tightly.

"Help, save my ......"

A man half crushed by the collapsing wall pleaded, looking dying, his voice hoarse and his face blackened, and it was only with his last will to survive that he had grasped the last straw.

Ernest didn't look at him, his eyes still fixed on the road ahead.

"Please......"

"Ahh

Before the man's words could be finished, Ernest's sword had already stabbed down, piercing the man's heart.

Without hindrance, Ernest moved on. There was a faint echo in the hallway, as if something was hiding in the ruins.

"Actually, I don't hate the way people struggle to survive. ”

Putting the sword into the sheath, Ernest still held the sword in his hand casually, and did not look like he was ready to meet the enemy.

"I used to be like this, no, I should say that everyone in this society is like this, desperately struggling to live. ”

A section of the wall finally couldn't hold it anymore, and with a "squeak" of wails, it collapsed behind Ernest.

"It's just that some people struggle calmly, and some people struggle in embarrassment. But even if the shadow of death still looms, there will eventually be some people who think about things other than living, and how and how they should live. ”

Beyond the pile of rubble, the end of the hallway was already in front of Ernest's eyes. The original staircase has now become an abyss that would kill people, and not only is it impassable, but also falling objects from time to time.

"If I can't live the way I want, then I'd rather die. An empty life can't be called a life, it's just a play written for you by someone else, anyone can be the main actor, but no one is the person in the play. ”

The shadow that appeared in front of Ernest stared at Ernest deadly, but there was an unusually human look in his dark and whiteless pupils.

Ernest stopped and looked coldly at what was in front of him.

"I have no interest in knowing who you are, and there is no need to know, that we happened to meet here. In order to move forward, there is always one person who has to die in order to let the other live. ”

The thing slowly came out of the shadows, and although all the lights in the Ministry of the Interior had been destroyed by the disaster, Ernest could still see what it looked like thanks to the light of the fire from the cracks in the building.

The silhouette of a human can still be seen in general, but the appearance has been completely covered by the appearance of a monster. His whole body was covered with black and shiny feathers, his head had turned into that of a crow, and his huge beak was probably sharper than a guillotine. The hands turned into claws, and the shape of the arms was almost the opposite of that of a human, and the only ones that still looked a little human-like were the legs, which were also covered in feathers, but at least the form had not changed much.

Sven looked at Ernest in silence, since they met in this form, then he didn't need to have any worries.

The sharp beak was wide open, and Sven let out a deafening chirp, and the walls of the hallway shook. The wings behind him stretched out, although Sven had no way to fly in the small space, but with the help of the flapping fan of the wings, the strong air flow gave him a huge thrust, and the whole person rushed straight towards Ernest like an arrow from the string.

Standing still, Ernest did not panic, although he was not a magician, nor did he possess any strange powers, but he trusted his sword, like the knights of the previous era, to be able to cut through all enemies with unwavering faith.

Sven was fast, and almost instantly, he burst into front of Ernest, his spear-like beak almost reaching Ernest's neck.

But just as Swain was about to get his hands on it, Ernest moved. The cold sword was quickly unsheathed, and he drew it even faster than he had when he had faced Viting in Port Leon. The blade grazed the feathers of Sven's face, nearly blinding him, and if it hadn't been for Sven's timely use of his fluttering wings to lift himself up some distance, the sword might have actually passed through his head.

Similarly, as Swain dodged, Ernest dodged Sven's beak that was pecking at his throat. But compared to Swain's embarrassment, Ernest only moved a small step, turned sideways, and easily avoided the opponent's fatal blow, and his skillfulness was more than one step ahead of Sven.

Then Sven, whose wings flew up temporarily, simply landed on the wall, and his hands that had turned into sharp claws grabbed directly into the ceiling, even the reinforced concrete could not withstand his grip. With his feet firmly pressed against the wall, Sven clinging to it, watching Ernest's sword warily. I don't know why, when Ernest's sword slashed at Swain, he subconsciously chose to dodge, instead of using his body that can be magically used to make a hard connection like before, obviously this style of play is more advantageous, but Sven subconsciously chose the way Ernest wanted to see the fight.

Ernest also looked at Swain, after all, it was a sword that he took from Marven temporarily, and it was inevitable that he would still be a little unlucky, otherwise, the sword just now would definitely cause fatal injuries.

Adjusting his breathing slightly, Ernest immediately moved again, Sven's posture seemed to him to be full of holes, both hands and feet were used to maintain the weight of his body, so there was no way to block Ernest's moves, and if Sven wanted to dodge, then his trajectory was also very easy to judge, if it was an ordinary person doing this, Ernest's sword would inevitably hit the opponent's vital point.

But Sven was no ordinary opponent after all, and Ernest had never met an opponent with wings, and when his sword was in the right position, Sven once again borrowed the power of his wings and moved sideways to dodge the sword.

This time Ernest made a serious mistake, he ignored the role of the opponent's wings, this sword has been used with all its strength, even if he wants to take it back, he can't take it back, after Swain dodged in a panic, Ernest's sword not only pierced the air, but also pierced directly into the wall, and there was no way to pull it out for a while.

Of course, Sven will not let go of this opportunity, although the level of swordsmanship is thrown off by Ernest, but he does not use a sword, compared to Ernest's combat style that requires more skills, Sven is more rough and direct, no matter what kind of enemy, he can use his huge magic power to crush the opponent.

Seeing Swain turn around, Ernest immediately made a decision, giving up continuing to pull out the sword that had pierced the wall, but quickly drew the gun, pressed his left hand on the bolt, and fired all six bullets in half a second.

The bullets all went into Swain's body, and Ernest's marksmanship was no weaker than that of Vitin, or even better, and he aimed at Swain's vital point with precision, and all six bullets hit Swain in the chest and hit the heart.

The bullet hit the heart, and Sven, who was about to charge, stopped, and the huge crow's head slowly lowered its head, and the whole person stood still.

Dead?

Ernest breathed a sigh of relief, although the battle just now was fast, but he used all his strength, if he continued to fight, his physical strength would definitely be consumed by this monster.

However, Ernest had barely let his guard down, and Sven immediately raised his head, as if mocking, and let out a deafening roar at Ernest.