Germund snorted and said, "Yes, I have nothing to do with her, but I have to find her, and since I am looking for her, of course I have a reason to find her." ”

"What reason?"

"I can't tell you," said Mindmer, smiling again, "for some reason I can't tell you much. ”

Bella was slightly stunned, shook her head, and said stubbornly, "No, you must tell me the reason." ”

"I can't tell you. ”

"I must ask!" Bella suddenly stood up excitedly, and then reluctantly softened her tone, "Please...... Tell me, okay?"

As soon as this last sentence was spoken, it completely exposed the childlike innocence of this teenager, but he was also innocent and cute. Naturally, Kosmord would not be angry with such an innocent teenager, but it would not change his original intention of keeping his mouth shut.

"That's weird," Minded smiled slightly, "It's my business, don't bother you to care about it again and again, you shouldn't have other intentions, right?"

Bella's face suddenly turned red again, and she took a few steps ahead until she walked to the window, looked out the window for a while, and suddenly turned around and said, "I already told you, she is my friend." ”

Sensed smiled: "Very close friend?"

"Hmm!" Bella said, "Of course." ”

"So, you have a good relationship with Mr. Belluga?"

"Of course," Bella rolled her eyes in exasperation, "what does it matter?"

"Of course it matters!" Kersmund said coldly, "Little brother, you don't have to be so impatient, sit down and talk well." ”

Bella, annoyed, walked around the room before she managed to compose herself and sit down in her place again.

Germund looked at him and said, "Mr. Belluga is also a famous merchant now, equivalent to a small nobleman, if you don't have a good relationship with their family, under normal circumstances, how can you easily meet Lady Jamila?"

Bella looked at him and didn't say anything.

Kersmund smiled slightly, and continued: "How can a noble lady be close friends with a man at will, and therefore how can you get permission to approach Lady Jamila if you are not on good terms with her family?"

Bella snorted and said angrily: "Do you still want you to say these words, she is not a slave, why doesn't she even have the freedom to make friends?"

Sensed said, "You're wrong again!"

"What's wrong?"

"Brother, since you claim to have a good relationship with Ms. Jamila's family, of course you should know something important about that Ms. Jamila!"

Bella raised her slender eyebrows and said, "What's the big deal?"

"There's a big deal about that lady Jamila who has been engaged to someone since she was a child. ”

Bella was stunned for a moment, and her face couldn't help but flush crimson. He turned his eyes sideways, slowly spinning around Kersmode.

"It looks like you know a lot," Bella said with a twinkle of surprise in her eyes, "and you know that even the lady has been engaged since she was a child." Oh, so you?"

I don't know what's going on, a kind of shyness appeared on his face, he suddenly stood up, walked to the window again, looked at the dark night, he said coldly: "Say, how can you know these things so clearly?"

Kersmund saw his nervousness and smiled, "Of course I know, but again, it's inconvenient for me to say it to you." ”

"It's inconvenient to be straight...... Bella suddenly turned around: "For...... What?"

"Because," said Kersmurd, "don't you think you're asking too much, little brother?"

Bella's big eyes seemed to contain infinite thoughts, obviously, he was smart, smart people have a very strong sense of association, and he thought about this matter a little in his heart, and he suddenly confidently figured out everything, including the person of Eksmer......

How could he talk freely in front of the man Kosmer? How could he speak so freely in front of him without scruples? In an instant, he reverted to the same restraint he had come.

Kosmod said, "You may be seated."

Bella moved her mouth lightly and said, "Thank you." ”

It's just that his voice is so low, and when he raises his eyes, his bright gaze seems to have softened a lot.

"It's me who was so reckless!" Bella muttered, "I may have asked too much." ”

"It's okay!" Kersmund laughed, "Bella, if it's okay, we'll talk a little longer." ”

Bella peeked at him, then moved her eyes to the side again, and said, "No, it's late at night, and Mr. has to go tomorrow, right?"

Kersmer nodded, "I must get to Kulau tomorrow to visit Mr. Belluga and Lady Jamila!"

"That's it, Mr. Beruga's injury, you don't know yet, sir?"

"I just heard it, it's just hearsay, it's unbelievable. ”

"No!" Bella nodded, "Everything those people said, although it is a bit exaggerated, but it is true, Mr. Belluga is really injured, and he is seriously injured!"

Eyemoad was shocked and said, "Was he injured by that lone thief named Yoro?"

Bella nodded, her eyes were intertwined with faint anger, and she said hatefully: "Yes, this person is obviously very capable and extraordinary, and even Enqi, who is beside Mr. Beluga, can't keep him and let him escape." On the surface, Enqi and him were evenly matched, but they couldn't stop Yuro from leaving with the stolen items, which was actually a loss. ”

"So, did Mr. Belluga really hurt his arm?"

"Which arm?" Bella said coldly, "That Yoro slashed Mr. Belluga several times, and although he didn't hit the vital point, Mr. Belluga was so injured that it was difficult to even get out of bed. ”

"Ahh

"I won't lie to you!" A layer of tears appeared in Bella's eyes: "Poor Mr. Belluga is already so old...... Where can you afford such trauma...... Right now...... So, if you go tomorrow, maybe Mr. Belluga has gone to heal and hasn't come back yet......"

"This ......," said Kersmuld, with a light sigh, "is unfortunate...... In that case, Lady Jamila, I should be able to see you, right?"

Bella's expression was serious, and she shook her head slowly: "Ms. Jamila, she is not at home either. ”

Looking at the surprised Kersmer, Bella smiled wryly and explained, "She has run away from home alone to avenge her father, and vowed to kill that Yoro before returning home. ”

Kersmund asked, "Lady Jamila is going for revenge? Is she the opponent of that Yoro? is she trained in martial arts?"

"She learned martial arts from Mr. Enqi, but her skills are very limited, but she is vengeful and can't care so much. ”

"This ......"

Bella looked at him and forced a smile: "So it's so unfortunate that you came this time!"

"No, I must see Lady Jamila......" Kersmund sighed heavily, "but what is to be done?"

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Bella looked at Korsme with pity and gentleness, and asked in a low voice, "Do you really want to see Lady Jamila?"

"I must see her......"

Bella lifted the corners of her lips, smiled faintly, and said, "God willing, you will definitely see her sooner or later." ”

"How can you be sure?"

"Of course I'm sure!" he said, standing up, "Don't forget, I have a good relationship with her family!"

Ksmerd's heart was full of doubts, and he thought about what the other party said, but he couldn't summarize a reason, but one thing he was sure of was that this Bella was by no means the kind of traveling artist he showed on the outside, and he probably had a more complex identity, and when he thought of this, he had many questions.

Kersmoad looked out the window, the snow still not stopping, and the wind blew through the treetops, making a brushing sound.

As he lay down on the bed, he took a deep breath and decided to put aside all the trivial and irrelevant things in front of him, get a good night's sleep first, and then see the opportunity to act tomorrow, so he slowed down his nerves and fell asleep unconsciously.

A man like Ksmode, who has excellent martial arts skills, will be able to stay alert even in his sleep.

However, this person's skills are indeed too light, so light that when he enters this room, he actually doesn't make a sound.

His hand, with great dexterity, climbed up to the ledge, while with the other he poked a sharp knife through the crack in the window, touched the deadlock, and easily cut through the wooden plug. This man was so skillful that such a series of small movements barely made any sound. Immediately afterwards, the window sash slowly opened halfway, revealing the upper half of the figure, and he pressed one hand on the edge of the window, as if he pressed it lightly, and his body moved, and he had already floated into the room.

Although it was pitch black outside the window, the outside was still relatively bright, and a torch hanging under the eaves in the distance could give a glimpse of what was going on inside.

The mysterious man stood still in front of the window, not moving or making a sound for a long time, wearing a black hood that hid most of his face.

With everything in mind, he took a few steps forward until he reached Ksmerd's bed. After a moment's attention, he turned, and with great dexterity, he reached the end of the bed, reaching for Kosmerd's chest.

But at this moment, the bed of Kersmond sat up suddenly, and shouted, "Bold, what do you want to do?" and Germund had scurried out of bed with lightning speed.

The man seemed to be taken aback, and even the short knife in his hand fell to the ground, but he immediately reacted as necessary, and immediately shook his body and quickly moved towards the window.

Where could Kersmund let him escape so easily, jumped and stopped in front of the window before him.

Seeing this, the mysterious man shouted softly, "Get out of the way!" and his voice was hoarse.

As soon as he heard this voice, Kersmund felt very familiar, and at the same time, the figure of the middle-aged Virginia knight flashed in his mind.

The man swung a fist, carrying the wind, and slammed it straight into the chest.

Instead of blocking or dodging, Kersmoud threw a punch at him, hitting him to the right shoulder. Both of them threw punches extremely fast, and they looked like they were going to hit each other at the same time.

That person never expected that Ksmod would have a speed that was not inferior to him, and he would make such a move of attacking instead of defending and advancing and retreating, not daring to fight head-on with Ksmoed, and took two steps back, which was startled at the same time, but it also aroused his anger. He shouted a second time, "Boy, get out!" and leaped forward, fists out, and slammed into the window again.

A sharp and swift wind, as his fists slammed, was unstoppable. Although Kosmod was confident that he had enough strength to block his blow, based on his ignorance of this person, he had some concerns and reservations, and did not immediately go all out to block him, and when he hesitated slightly, he was attacked by the opponent's lightning skill.

However, when the man was about to whizz past him, he grabbed the edge of his hood with one hand and pulled it back hard, only to hear a "snort", the man's hood was ripped off by Marksmoad, and the momentum of his rush out of the window was also pulled back.

Before his left hand could throw the hood away, Korsmund stepped forward and attacked the man.

The man immediately turned around, and in the face of Ksmerd's attack, his right hand attached to his body quietly raised, and suddenly flicked his middle and ring fingers back and forth twice, and then fired the two darts between his two fingers towards Ksmerd.

Although this throwing weapon is not a particularly rare item, it is rarely used, because those who are good at using such small throwing weapons must have great wrist strength and fingers in addition to mastering special techniques.

The two darts that the man sent out seemed to be smaller and shorter than usual, and the darts in this hand were fast and powerful, and the two darts with two sharp winds struck straight into the eyes of Ksmerd.

The man was clearly a master of throwing with the strength of his wrists and fingers, and many people had suffered the loss of his darts before, but the Marksman he met tonight was destined to be an exception.

In the darkness, the two darts came very fast, and they were about to hit the door of Mindmer's face, but at this moment, Minder suddenly raised the hood in his hand, and wrapped the two darts in it. After a few quick circles around the hood, Kosmund completely removed the strength of the two darts and knocked them to the ground.

While circling the hood, Kersmerd's body did not hesitate, and with a step, he had already approached the other party, and at the same time as the dart landed, Kersmerd sneered and said: "This gentleman, who are you? Why don't you sit down and have a good talk!"

As he spoke, Korsmund jerked another step and slammed a punch into the man's left shoulder.

The man snorted coldly, leaned down, dodged a quick punch from Kersmer, his legs and feet were not idle, his waist twisted, and he flew up with a kick that swept in the opposite direction of Kersmer. A gust of wind swept across the man's legs and feet like a knife blade.

The doubts in his heart became more and more suspicious, and he really couldn't think that someone would attack him on such a cold night.

By the light outside the window, Minded had identified this person as the Virginian knight he had met before, but how could that arrogant and arrogant knight do such a thing, the more this happened, the more suspicious Marksmord became, and decided to trap the other party to find out.

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