The crow demon on Swain's body had vanished, replaced by the dark green orb in his hand. Seeing that magic orb, Yang had an ominous premonition. The magic power gathered in this magic ball was comparable to that of the large group of demons just now, and Yang could also sense the wails from this magic ball. He didn't know what it was, but he was sure that it was an extremely powerful spell.

"I'm curious about who you are and what your purpose is, but I'm not an impatient person, and I'll slowly pull it out of your mouth. ”

Sven walked over, lifted Yang up again, forced his mouth open, and shoved the dark green orb inside.

Yang was powerless to resist Swain, just as Ramrem was powerless to resist him before, and now Yang couldn't help but be exhausted, and the injuries on his body made it difficult for him to concentrate on using magic. As soon as this magic ball entered Yang's body, he let out a terrible scream, and the double pain of body and soul was torturing every corner of this young man's body and mind. Yang spasmed and wailed, but he still couldn't relieve the pain in his body, and gradually, he didn't even have the strength to scream, and fell directly into a coma.

Sven, who had finished cleaning up Young, grabbed the captive and threw it in the wagon. Tonight's evidence had been almost wiped out by the scavenging crows, and Yang's sword vanished when its mana ran out, and both bodies were in Swain's hands. Perhaps it was their misfortune that the hapless thugs were involved in this "accident", and Swain and Young had no intention of putting them to death, but in the worst-case scenario, Swain would not care about the lives of others. Just like Yang said "fairness", those who are qualified should get more resources, and those who are not qualified are not being bullied.

After cleaning up the mess, Sven finally had time to take care of the maid who was so frightened that she lost her soul. Probably finally understanding that the magician had been completely defeated and would not threaten him, Ramrem's mood stabilized somewhat, and his body no longer trembled. But she still sat on the ground, her hands folded around her knees, and her head buried in the crooks of her arms so that no one could see her expression.

Swain bent down and stroked her short hair. Compared to Swain, who fought hard, Ramrem actually didn't suffer any injuries at all, she scared herself at most. But Swain didn't blame her for cowardice, and in her capacity, it wasn't incomprehensible.

"The ears are exposed. ”

Hearing Sven's words, Ramrem jerked his hand over his ear.

"Get up, it's cold in here, and I want to go back and take a hot shower soon." Swain's tone was surprisingly gentle, as if he had been to Sophia after that night in the Metternich family.

But the response he got was a trench coat that Ramrem threw over.

Sven sighed, he knew he couldn't move Ramrem. So he simply snapped Ramrem sideways, and the maid was now in a knee-hugging position that was just right for Sven to reach over her knee.

"What the hell, what are you doing, let me down!ahhhhh Obviously, her face was red to the root of her ears, but she still stubbornly slapped Swain, not wanting his help.

"Ahh Swain joked, and a faint smile appeared on his face.

"Bastard, bastard, I can't spare you. Ramrem blushed and buried his head in Swain's chest.

When he walked into the carriage with Ramrem, Swain also knew that the maid was afraid of the magician, and deliberately placed Ramrem on the other side of the carriage. After calming the maid for a while, he went to wake the coachman.

The woke coachman was surprised that he would fall asleep, but when he found himself in his place, he was so frightened that he obeyed Swain's request and drove the carriage back to Browning. He apologized to Swain and asked for forgiveness for making such a mistake, but he didn't find anything wrong at all. Swain didn't plan to bother with the coachman, after all, he still needed to lead the way, so he just asked him to take them back to Browning, and he didn't plan to take back the money he paid for the car.

It was late at night when I returned to Browning, and although many aristocratic mansions would have all-night parties, at least Jericho's Mansion, which knew that the owner would not be back tonight, was now dead of night.

Sven didn't want to alarm the servants in the mansion, many of whom had been hired recently, even those who had served the Jericho family before, because they had never seen their masters much and were not trustworthy in their loyalty to the Jericho family, the butler was an example. So, in order to avoid the maid's exposure, Swain got out of the car after crossing the White Shield Bridge and walked with Ramrem to the vicinity of his mansion, and then used the magic of making his crows flicker, and entered his room with the maid without passing through the door.

After Ramrem inquired about the bathroom and the location of Swain's bedroom, she went to prepare hot water. In all the time he waited, Swain had two more things to do.

He first dealt with the unconscious Yang, who ate the person who was suffering and tortured by that move, and his magic and physical strength were exhausted, and it would take a long time to wake up. Yang was carried and thrown around by Sven, and there was no sign of waking up, obviously his body and spirit were at his limit, and Sven was not too worried that this little ghost would wake up and run away in a short time, so he just threw him in an empty room, and left it alone after sealing the door.

And the other person, he will not let go easily.

Mr. Butler was picked up in his sleep. Perhaps because of the succession of good news, he had a rare sweet dream that night, but just as he was about to return to his hometown, a hand dragged him up and used violence to bring him back to the cruel reality.

The butler who was thrown to the ground didn't understand what was going on at first, but when he saw Swain, his face subconsciously changed, after all, he had just been forcibly woken up, and his mind was still in a sweet dream.

"Y-Why did you come back, sir. Do you have any orders?" Although the butler knew that something was wrong when he realized that Swain had forcibly grabbed him from the bed, he still behaved as much as he could, and at most reacted to being woken up from a sweet dream.

But Swain didn't give him a chance to explain or fabricate a reason, and stomped on his chest hard, and then threw the letter Ramrem gave him in the butler's face.

"Can you tell me about this letter?"

Although Swain's words remained graceful, his voice was cold. This kind of coldness is not like his usual flat tone that does not fluctuate, but it is actually cold, mixed with chill and killing intent.

Although the butler finally heard Swain's inner feelings, he was not complacent, and after reading the letter, he knew that he was probably doomed today, and the final outcome was probably to be severely beaten and driven away. Although the butler was now greatly shaken by the discovery of the secret of the betrayal, he did not feel much frustration and fear, which he had already considered, and he had not planned to stay in this mansion any longer, although he might have to suffer a meal of flesh and skin, but at least he could finally leave this place that had always made him afraid.

At this time, the most important thing the butler wanted to know was why Swain found out and was able to get the letter. Could it be that the opposition of Jerichault and his son was fake? The first thing that came to his mind was that Viscount Jericho had given the letter to his son, and that he had thrown himself into the net from the beginning. But immediately he denied this possibility, after all, there was no such need, if Jericho's father and son really had a problem, he, the butler of Jericho's mansion, would not be unable to see any signs. Could it be the maid! The butler immediately thought of Ramrem, who had given the letter to the maid who was a close associate of Viscount Jericho's family, and if it wasn't for Viscount Jericho, then she was the most probable.

The butler probably didn't expect him to die here today, after all, the restrictions on the privileges of the nobility under the current imperial law no longer allowed them to execute the servants they hired at will, so the butler didn't have too many worries about the safety of his life, and he actually thought about it in such a situation. But Swain doesn't have the same good idle mind as the butler, in fact, he doesn't care much about the butler's stealing of the letter, tonight's killing has awakened some bad factors in Sven's body, so Sven doesn't have much patience.

The pressure on his chest suddenly increased, and the butler only felt like a sledgehammer smashed on his chest, and it was difficult to breathe. Now he realizes a little that he had better tell the truth, since he doesn't want to do it, don't ask for hardship anymore, if he is beaten into a cripple, the rest of his life will really be lost.

"I just wanted to use this letter to get some money from Viscount Jericho, I definitely haven't seen the contents inside!"

The butler hurriedly argued, but what he didn't expect was that Swain had no intention of letting him go.

"It doesn't matter if you've seen it," Swain's voice was cold, "it's all the same anyway." ”

The last thing the butler saw was Sven's finger that was rapidly thrust down.

Sven opened the window and let the night breeze blow in, blowing the breath of the room away.

The cool wind stirred the ends of Sven's hair, and the fury, gentleness, and cruelty of the night quickly dissipated from Sven, and Sven was blown back to his original state by the wind.

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After taking a shower, Ramrem lay comfortably on the bed, and although she was enjoying it now, her heart was far from calm.

Because his identity could not be revealed, Ramrem could only spend the night in Swain's room. She wasn't too worried, though, because she knew who Swain was.

She rolled over uncomfortably on the bed, the fear that Yang had brought her before was so intense that she had made such a big ugly appearance that she still didn't dare to face Sven. However, thinking of Swain's tenderness, Ramrem's heart felt warm.

Her relationship with the Jericho family is complicated, because of her special status, only Earl Midnight Jericho can be trusted by her, and all other magicians are her natural enemies, and she will instinctively fear these people. The only one who can shelter them is the Earl of Midnight, so they make a pact with the Jericho family, and the Jericho family can hire them, the best maids in the world, as well as the best disguised ambassadors and spies, and of course, the corresponding Jericho family will also provide them with shelter.

Since the previous Earl Midnight and Viscount Jericho had no talent for magic and could not inherit the magic passed down from generation to generation by the Jericho family, Ramrem was employed by Jericho the same, and Old Winston and Ernest only regarded her as the same as those generations of retainers, but they did not know her true identity, nor could they distinguish between her and humans. So, at the age of twelve, she was hired by Viscount Jericho to take care of his daughter Victoria. However, because of the appearance of Swain No. Jericho, who inherited the magic of the Jericho family, she quickly abandoned her former employer and turned to serve Swain, until now, Viscount Jericho does not know what the true identity of Ramrem, whom the family has always trusted and optimistically is.

"Can't sleep?"

As Ramrem tossed and turned, Sven walked into the room after taking a shower. He didn't turn on the light, but only walked to the bed where only his sister had slept in by the faint moonlight.

Listening to the loss of the gentleness just now, and returning to his usual tone without ups and downs, Ramrem, who had his back to Sven, pouted. "The bed is so soft that I can't get used to it. She was still stiff-mouthed, as if she had refused to pick Swain up.

Swain sat down on the edge of the bed, stroking Ramrem's short black hair. "If I'm not mistaken, you're about the same age as Sophia and Victoria. ”

"It's clear that I'm the biggest. ”

Ramrem muttered dissatisfiedly.

"It's so cute. ”

Although Swain's tone didn't look like he was smiling, and Ramrem knew that Sven wasn't going to be able to smile right now, she still felt that Sven would have a nasty smile on his face.

The quilt was pulled over his head, and Ramrem's whole body was shrunk into the quilt, which was very similar to Victoria's practice.

"When I take Victoria's custody back, you'll take care of her. I've already disposed of that butler, and now I don't have anyone who can help, so the contract has to continue. ”

Ramrem didn't ask what the so-called "disposed of" was, she wasn't interested, it didn't matter if Swain had let the demon eat the hapless guy. She cared more about Swain's words. Do you want me to stay with him?" Ramrem thought, and at the same time there was a hint of warmth in his heart, he kicked Swain beside her hard.

"It's so long-winded, how do you make people sleep. ”

Swain didn't say anything about Ramrem's reaction, he stood up, walked to the shelf, retrieved a book from the shelf, and continued the long night.

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In the Lower River district of the White Browning district, the mansion of Viscount Jericha, Madame Jerichault woke up from her sleep in the middle of the night with a palpitation. Because Ernest suddenly received an urgent order today, he didn't even return for dinner, and Victoria went to school again, so the mansion was very deserted.

When she woke up, she didn't feel sleepy, she didn't know why, but she always felt that something bad was about to happen. The lady, who could not sleep, got up and put on a knitted shawl, and the April night was not too cold, and she wanted to walk around the yard and look at the moon tonight.

Madame Jerichault was known for her kindness, and the servants respected and loved the mistress very much, and even the Marquis of Metternich, who was a close friend of the Jericho family, agreed that this lady was more like a good wife and mother than Swain's biological mother, whom she had never met. Her kindness and kindness earned her a good reputation in her social circle, where she rarely moved, and at the same time, it was also of great help to Ernest, and it was because of this lady that the Marquis of Metternich continued to accept Jericho, who was considered a traitor to Fort Midnight, after Ernest broke with Fort Midnight.

Although there were few servants in Viscount Jericho's house, Madame tried to keep her steps as light as not to wake those who had worked hard all day. When she walked into the backyard, she was surprised to see Ramrem sitting on a swing in the backyard, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Why, Ramrem, can't you sleep too?" said Madame, who walked over to the maid, and without thinking too much, sat down directly beside Ramrem, on the swing.

The unbalanced swing suddenly received another force, although Ramrem and Mrs. were very light, but the small swing still flipped up, and Ramrem, who was caught off guard, and Mrs. Lamrem, who was not expected to be like this at all, fell to the ground.

"Pain, Pain, Pain, Pain......"

Ramrem and his wife both sat down on the ground, rubbing the part they had just fallen, and when they heard each other's words, they couldn't help but smile at each other, as if they were children.

Looking at this swing, Mrs. was also touched by memories. "Remember, this is what Ernest did, he wasn't that busy then, and you just came to our house. When you were kids, you and Victoria loved to grab this swing, and the two of us always fell like this, like sisters......"

Madame's words stopped abruptly, and Ramrem certainly knew why she didn't continue, because she thought of her other daughter.

However, Madame quickly withdrew her slightly sad expression and smiled again, she had promised Madame that she would bring Sophia back to visit after some time during Swain's last visit, and she had been looking forward to it.

"Were you thinking about it just now?" Looking at Ramrem's slightly heavy brow, Madame always felt that the maid seemed to be preoccupied tonight.

"No, nothing. Ramrem shook his head, a faint smile on his small mouth.

She looked east, in the direction of the Upper River District, and her eyelashes lowered again.