I'll take you away! From now on, no matter where we go to the ends of the earth, we will be together. I hope you won't regret it. Ekmerd said excitedly.

"Of course I won't regret it!" Sephia said, walking quickly towards Sensed as she spread her hands.

Korsmod also took two steps forward, and the next moment, the two of them embraced.

Germund hugged Sephia, feeling her plump figure clinging to his arms, as if he were holding the softest thing in the world. Sephia's cheeks pressed against his face like delicate flowers, and her hands, like soft branches, wrapped around his waist.

"Are you feeling okay now?" said Sephia softly in Kersmer's ear.

"Don't be tired, let's get out of here!" At such a moment, Kersmod did not forget that danger was approaching every minute and second.

"Are you going to get a little dizzy?" asked Sefia.

"Well, strange, it's a little, I don't know why? Am I sick?" Kersmund did feel a little dizzy.

"No, it's the medicine that works!" said Sefia lightly.

"What?" said Kosmerd.

Just as Xmerd was surprised, Sephia had silently stabbed a knife from her sleeve into his back, out of his invisible back, out of a corner he couldn't guard against. Sefia hadn't even blinked an eye before striking the sudden blow, and Dermard had no idea what she was doing.

While plunging the knife into Kersmerd's back, Sefia broke free from Kersmerd's embrace, leaped backwards, quickly distanced herself from Kersmerd, and then sneered and said proudly: "The glass of water I gave you to drink before, do you think it's really just water? In order to make you sleep peacefully, I also added a medicine to it that can make you unconscious. It's just that you were so angry just now that you delayed the onset of the drug's effect. It's just that you can only postpone it for a while. And the knife I stuck in your back has also been coated with a lot of that kind of medicine, and now that a sufficient amount of medicine has been mixed into your blood, soon, you will have to fall down for me!"

"You're vicious!" Kersmund said through gritted teeth. His whole body trembled, and he involuntarily took two steps back, and the feeling he felt at this moment was like falling from heaven to hell.

"My true identity is an Assassin of the Shadow Assassins' Guild, not a slave trader. Although I am not good at assassinating in the dark, I am good at disguise, I am good at deception, I hide in what you think is the light, and I will strike at you when you least expect it! Are you surprised? I know that you are a very smart and alert person, but you are only a man! Blame your own desires, but for beauty, you men are also this kind of virtue, when you see good-looking women, you are always carried away, soft hands and soft-hearted, and have no resistance! This desire of yours is better to spend money*** Solve it, that may save you a lot of troubles, such as today, you also have a deep experience!"

"Hmph, do you think all the desires of all men are as superficial as you think? Do you really understand what my desires are? Do you really understand my particular attachment to that lady?" said Kersmund in despair.

"I'm not interested in getting into your feelings, and you don't have to pull other women out!" said Sephia disapprovingly.

"That lady's name is Sephia, the daughter of a craftsman of Riwache, so beautiful, so kind, so gentle, I want to build a family with her, and make her my family, and be with me for the rest of my life! And at that moment, he grew from an innocent boy to a real man.

Sephia heard an extremely strong emotional shift from Ksmerd's words, a resolute one that had never been seen before in his eyes, and a kind of instantaneous growth in his momentum.

She was shocked and terrified.

With his right hand, Kersmund pulled the knife off his back and let the blood gush out. He held the knife and held it to keep himself unconscious, and the sharp pain in his back stimulated him and helped him stay awake.

"I'm going to kill you wicked woman!" Kersmund shouted, like the roar of a tiger. At the same time, he stepped forward and quickly approached Sephia. However, after only a few steps, he felt lightheaded, his whole body was weak, and he almost fell to the ground. He immediately stopped, tried his best to stabilize his body, and the knife in his hand fell to the ground with a "dang".

Sefia recovered from her fright, and said with a smile: "Haha, you can't hold on anymore! Come on! Come and kill me! It's a pity that you are obviously no longer good, so don't be strong!"

At this time, there was a powerful force in Kersmer's mind, like a turbulent wave, stirring his consciousness, as if it was about to completely shatter his consciousness, and he used his strong willpower to resist the attack of that powerful force and maintain the integrity of his consciousness. However, the force was too strong, and despite his struggles, his consciousness was irretrievably crumbling. The collapsing consciousness caused Minded to hallucinate - he seemed to be back in the small dark room of the orphanage, and in the darkness, he faintly heard a call: Child, here!

He slowly stretched out a hand and made a gesture to open the door, a movement that Sephia standing in front of him could not understand. In the hallucination of Minder, he was going to open the door of the small dark room, so that he could see the light from outside in the solitude and darkness.

He saw a vast clear sky, and the dream-blue waters on the other side. And beside him, Marit was leaning against the window, looking at him with a smile, and when he was at a loss, and even about to lose consciousness, Marit said lightly: "Child, have you found it?"

"What did you find?" the question shook Sensed's consciousness.

"Yourself!" replied Maritt.

"Myself, I'm here, why are you looking for it?"

Sephia saw that the whole body of Sensed was constantly shaking and shaking, but he never fell, and was still talking to himself, and even making strange movements, as if he were in a different world from herself, so she said to him in amazement and impatience: "What are you doing there? Hurry up and lay me on the ground! You are going to fall sooner or later, why don't you fall sooner? Do you think you can fly into the palm of my hand? Why bother to die there and endure unnecessary pain, you are so stupid!"

"No!" said Marit, pointing to the distant meeting of the sea and the sky, "there you are! Son, the real you, there you are! Therefore, you can't fall here!"

"Ahh Kersmeard's collapsing consciousness caused the hallucination, while his subconscious, under the influence of his will, conjured up Maritt in his hallucination and gave him encouragement. Such incentives may seem illusory and useless to a sober person, but they are very effective for this time. He gritted his teeth, blotted his spirits, desperately resisted the force that was going to break his consciousness, his body shook even more, and it became very difficult to keep standing, but he just didn't fall.

The long-delayed Ksmund was undoubtedly a great challenge to Sephia, who was accustomed to yielding and resigning herself to the arrangements of fate—her long-formed ideas and the assumptions that she had been believing in a moment ago were extremely strongly impacted. This strong impact made her have an impulse in her heart, pushing her to some extreme.

"Why are you still standing awake!Get down for me!Get down like a turtle!" Sephia lost her patience and seemed to lose her mind, as if there was only one goal left in her life to make Kosmer fall, as if the arrogant and stubborn figure standing there, just standing there, could give her a great threat and make her uneasy.

She pulled the dagger from Warrien's waist and walked briskly towards Kersmer, "I'm going to cut off your hands and feet now, and see how strong you are!"

Eyemerd watched as Sephia walked towards him with a knife and shook her head vigorously to clear herself, but to no avail.

His vision was blurred at this point, which caused Sephia's figure to split in two in his eyes and quickly approach him in a haze. Such poor eyesight, which makes him dizzy, not only does not help him meet the enemy, but may cause him to make great mistakes. So, he simply closed his eyes and relied entirely on his hearing.

Sefia quickly approached Mindmond and, without saying a word, slashed at Derm's right leg.

Sensing his position, Kersmudder quickly stepped back to dodge, but he was still slow, and the tip of the dagger slashed through the linen covering his thigh, and cut a bloody streak more than half a foot long on his thigh, from which blood splattered.

The vague consciousness has caused Kosmode's perception to decline greatly in all aspects, and even his reaction ability has reached a worrying level.

After being scratched on the thigh, Kersmund suffered severe pain and staggered back a few steps before steady. As he retreated, he had a terrible sensation: it was as if countless ghostly figures appeared in the darkness around him, and attacked him from front and behind him, from heaven and from the earth, from all directions. And his blood is hidden in this terrible darkness, like an undercurrent that continues to surge. And the sound of his heartbeat, like the sound of bells and drums in a silent void, struck his sleeping consciousness with each blow.

"You can't even dodge a knife like mine, you really can't do it! Accept your fate, what are you still dying!" Sephia smirked and approached Kersmer again.

In the boundless darkness, Minded felt that he was about to be annihilated and swallowed by countless ghostly figures, and at that moment, a fire suddenly burned in the darkness. The fire was lonely and bright, and at its center was none other than Kosmeer. This fire was the strongest and last exaltation of his will in the crumbling consciousness, just as the flame burned out, just to create one last chance for Sensesmord.

The darker it is, the brighter the fire, the more it is destroyed, and the stronger the will. This fire of will dispels all the ghostly figures, holding a circle of light for Kersmode, the last light.

Eye-open, staring at Kersmod sharpened like never before. At that moment, his ears and eyes were clear, even better than usual. At that moment, Sefia's short knife slashed at his right leg again.

Sephia thought that her sword would be infallible, but when she swung it hard, a hand that trembled violently, but full of power, reached out at great speed and grabbed the wrist of her right hand. This hand is the right hand of Eksmerd.

Sephia subconsciously tried to withdraw her hand, but Kersmeard's right hand clamped her wrist like a pincer, making it impossible for her to pull it away. In her quickness, she let go of the short knife from her right hand, and her left hand, ready to catch it, and stabbed Minded hard.

But another hand caught up with her left hand, gripping the hilt of the knife. This hand is the left hand of Minder. He grabbed the hilt of the knife with his left hand, and with a backhand, flipped the blade of the dagger over, and stabbed straight into Sephia's left chest.

With a shrill scream, Sephia's chest was pierced by the dagger.

Kersmund let go of his grip on Sephia's wrist and the hilt of the knife, and let Sephia fall in a pool of blood.

He stood expressionless, gave Sephia a cold look, and said nothing. Then he turned and walked without looking back towards the low fence wall.

Sephia looked at the back of Kersmudd's departure, and the resentment, pain, and unwillingness in her eyes gradually disappeared, replaced by a tender and pure feeling. She felt a complete conquest in her heart, and her eyes stared intently at the figure that was incomparably tall enough to occupy her entire world, until it went dark and she lost consciousness......

The lucidity gained by depleting the will was short-lived, after which Kersmerd's consciousness began to collapse rapidly. He staggered to the low fence and struggled to climb over it. After flipping over, he was unsteady on his feet and almost fell to the ground, but fortunately he held the ground with his hands so that he didn't fall to the ground - if he fell now, he might never be able to get up again.

Then, with all his might, he ran to the end of an alley. But by the time he ran to the end of the alley, his consciousness finally collapsed completely.

At the end of the alley was a wide street that was about to collapse in front of Kersmond when a carriage passed in front of him.

Kersmund didn't have time to think about it, and with the last of his strength, he leaped to his feet, trying to jump into the carriage from behind. And the moment his feet left the ground, he was unconscious—he didn't have time to determine whether he had landed on the carriage or if he had landed