Under her sharp gaze, he subconsciously tightened his fingers.

"You're hurting me......" Ella said softly. "Why are you here, Robert?

To rescue Lolana single-handedly, even you've never been so stupid—"

"No," Robert said, clenching Ella's arm tighter.

"I'm here in exchange. Trade me for her freedom. ”

Ella's eyes widened. Then, suddenly, she raised her head and laughed.

Swift as lightning, she easily broke free of Robert's hand and turned to the table to refill the wine.

She smiled back at him.

"How, Robert," she laughed again, "what do you think you mean to me?"

Why am I making this deal with you?" Robert felt a heat on his face.

Ella said with a smile.

"Robert, I have captured their golden general.

I've taken their lucky charms, their beautiful elven warrioresses.

As far as things matter, she's not too bad a general.

She gave them the dragon slayer spear and taught them how to fight. Her brother brought the good dragon back to Earth, but everyone took it to her credit.

When the knights fought with each other, she brought them together.

You're asking me to trade her for" - Ella gestured disdainfully -

"One and the Kander, the barbarians.

Half-elves who wander around in the wilderness with dwarves?!"

Ella began to laugh again, so violently that she had to force herself to sit down and wipe away her tears with the back of her hand.

"I really, Robert, you think too much of yourself.

What do you think I'm going to accept you for?

There was a subtle change in Ella's voice, and her smile seemed unnatural.

She played with the cup in her hand and frowned suddenly.

Robert did not answer. He could only stand in front of her and let her make fun of him, feeling his face burn terribly.

Ella glared at him and lowered her head.

"What if I say yes?" she said coldly, staring at the cup in her hand.

"What can you give me to compensate for what I've lost?"

Robert took a breath. "The commander of your legion is dead," he struggled to keep his voice calm.

"I know about it. Wade told me he killed him. I would like to take his place. ”

"You're willing to serve under the Dragons?" said Ella, who was taken aback.

"I do. Robert gritted his teeth. His voice sounded painful. "We've all lost anyway, I've already seen your Flying Fortress.

Even if the good dragon stays, we can't win.

They don't stay, people chase them away, and people never really trust them anyway.

I only care about one thing, so that Lolana can be set free unscathed. ”

"I'm sure you're really going to do it," Ella said undeniably.

She looked at him for a long time. "I've got to think about it. ”

Then, as if arguing with himself, he shook his head.

Bring the glass to your lips, drink it down, put it down and stand up.

"I'm going to think about it," she added. "Now I have to leave, Robert.

The Dragoons have a meeting this evening. They came from all over the Candela continent to participate.

Of course, you're right. You have lost this war. Tonight we're going to talk about how to clench your iron fist.

You're going with me. I'll show you the darkness afterward. ”

"What about Lorana?" Robert was reluctant to give up.

"I said I'd consider it!" a wrinkle appeared between Ella's eyebrows.

Her voice was high-pitched. "The ceremonial armor will be delivered to you, and within an hour you will be ready to attend the meeting with me. She was about to leave, but then she looked back at Robert again.

"My decision may have something to do with your performance tonight," she said softly.

"Don't forget, half-elf, from this moment on, you are serving me!"

Brown eyes, holding on to Robert. The woman's will began to slowly tighten her net, and he felt like he was being pushed forward on a smooth floor.

The mighty power of the dragon legion was behind her, and the darkness that stared at her floated around her, bathing her in unprecedented power.

Robert suddenly understood the gap between them. She is superior, human among humans.

Because only human desire for power will corrupt and degenerate their love.

Human life is like a flash in the pan, and they must live it wholeheartedly, so that they can burn brilliantly like the candle in the hand of the scarlet moon, and they can leave traces like the broken sun in Stone's eyes.

Conversely, this fire of life can destroy everything and raze everything in its path.

He warmed the cold elven blood in his body with such a flame, and carefully guarded this flame in his heart.

Now that he saw the possible fate of himself—just as he had seen in the city of Tarsis, charred corpses of charred flesh—the heart of the cessation had become charred.

This is his original sin, and this is the price he must pay.

He had to put his soul on the woman's altar as everyone else had on a pillow.

This is what he owes Lorana. She's suffered enough for him.

His death couldn't set her free, but his life could.

Robert slowly placed his hand on the heart and bowed his head.

"Yes, my lord," he said.

Ella walked into her private chamber, her mind in disarray. She felt the blood beating in her veins.

The excitement, the nothingness, the joy of victory kept her from drinking.

But there was another place in her mind that kept doubting, and it was all the more annoying because it made all this triumphant meaningless.

She angrily tried not to think about it, but when she opened the door, it suddenly took over her mind.

The servants did not expect her to return so early. The torches had not yet been lit, and the fire had been set up, but it had not yet been lit.

Annoyed, she was ready to reach for the bell and let the servants hurry in and get everything to be done.

Suddenly, a cold, fleshless hand grabbed her wrist.

The chill in that hand made her blood almost freeze and her heart almost stopped.

Ella took a deep breath in pain, trying to get rid of the hand. But the hand was firmly gripping her.

"You haven't forgotten our deal, have you?"

"No, of course not!" said Ella. She tried not to let her voice tremble, revealing fear, and commanded sternly, "Let go of me!" The hand slowly loosened.

Ella quickly pulled her hand away, massaging the area—even in such a short period of time—the muscles turned gray.

"The Elven Woman will be yours—after the darkness has finished cooking her, of course. ”

"Of course, it's useless for me that she's alive.

A living woman means nothing to me, unlike the living man, who is of great use to you......" The knight's voice lingered unpleasantly at the last word.

Ella glared at the transparent face in exasperation, her twinkling eyes floating, separated from her body in the knight's black armor.

"Don't be so stupid, Sir South," she hurriedly pulled the doorbell.

She suddenly felt like she needed some light. "I can tell the difference between public and private—sometimes you can't, if your legend is correct. ”

"And what are you going to do with that half-elf?" asked Sothlord, his voice sounding like it was normal, as if it were coming from deep underground.

"He's going to be my thing, completely, completely," Ella kept massaging her frostbitten wrists.

The servants walked in hesitantly, not daring to look at the Daughter of Darkness for fear of touching her famous anger again.

But Kidaira was thinking about something else and didn't bother with them.

Sir South, as he usually did when he lit a candle, ducked into the shadows.

"The only way to fully possess the Half-Elf is for him to watch me destroy Lorana," Ella continued.

"I'm afraid this is not the best way to win his affection," said Sir Southey disdainfully.

"I don't want his love. Ella pulled off her gloves, unbuckled her armor, and let out a brief laugh.

"I want him! As long as she lives, his soul will always be with her, always thinking about the great sacrifice he has made.

No, the only way to get him to surrender to me is to let him linger under my boots until he is no longer human, so that he will be of some use to me. ”

"It won't be long," said Sir South, seasonedly.

"Death will set him free. ”

Ella shrugged. The servants had done their work and were quickly gone.

The Dark Maiden stood in the candlelight, silently thinking, her armor still half-fat, her helmet dangling back and forth in her hands.

"He lied to me," she whispered after a moment.

She threw her helmet onto a table and broke a delicate vase covered in dust.

Ella began pacing back and forth. "He lied to me. My brothers didn't die in the blood - at least one of them survived, I could feel it.

Eternal ones too," Ella said categorically, opening the door. "Gahan!"

She shouted.

A dragonman hurried into the room.

"Any news on this? Did they find the captain?"

"No, my lord," replied the dragonman.

——

Scarlet Moon imagined opening a small shop with beautiful candles, herbs, and honey, and River Breeze's skill in writing......

So Scarlet Moon went to her cousin to borrow money, but he didn't have any money, and instead arranged for her to go to Muddy Bay to talk to his brother Flint.

He's already told you the whole thing, how it ends.

He later took a fishing boat all the way back here, and the new arrival, like a lost dog, returned to Fort Buck, and came here that day with his dignity, only to find out how stupid he was.

Also understand how River Breeze pretends and deceives me. He's a jerk, new here, he is. ”