Hansel looked apprehensively at a small cardboard box in front of him, which contained all the belongings of the female ranger. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info He didn't understand why he had such an expectation, and he understood that this vague expectation was as unreal as a mirror, but man is such a life - the more disappointed he is, the more hopeful.

There were very few things in the box, and it didn't look like a warrior's standard when he went into battle. By the time he served, the wars of religion had long since ended, and the regular religions were dormant like turtles. I haven't played against the Jungle Rangers, a well-known warrior group of the Oak Council, but I've done targeted training during the exercise, so I know a little bit about this group.

"It seems that he escaped from somewhere, the marks on this suit are not so much like weapon wounds, but like ...... left by torture instruments" To be promoted to the Knight of Holy Grace, Hansel is definitely not a mediocre person, and he has an extremely keen insight into a series of traces related to the battle.

Seriously and carefully examining a few items, even if not for the sake of the petite and weak shadow in his heart, he was obliged to conduct a thorough identity verification of the two people who had inexplicably appeared in the camp.

"It's ......," Hansel's hand stopped when it touched a dirty little cloth bag. It was supposed to be an important souvenir for the Ranger, but now it was dirty and tattered, and even stained with a little blood. The cloth bag is small and light, and it is not easy to find it mixed with clothes, and it is estimated that because of this, it was preserved by the hostess.

Hansel's hand trembled uncontrollably, and a white and petite cuckoo was embroidered on the cloth bag, looking at the familiar imprint, the tears of the Holy Knight, who had not shed tears for many years, flowed down like a great river bursting its banks. "Come, Gretel, this is a candy bag made for you, and you can only eat one piece of candy a day!" His mother's voice and his sister's smiling face seemed to come alive from his heart at this moment, and all doctrines and graces were torn apart like fragile mirrors at this moment.

"Little sister, I stole a lot of candy from this little cloth bag back then. Now, it's back in my hands, and from now on my brother will fill you with sugar, and you won't be able to eat enough sugar......" Hansel muttered to himself with some confusion. In those faded childhood memories, candy was a rarity for the Leone family deep in the jungle. It was made by the mother with her own milk and peanuts, rough and sweet, and it was the most precious treasure of the two children.

The priest on duty in the storage area was a little at a loss to see the nominal chief of the camp crying in front of him like a child in a month, and he didn't leave or stay.

"Please, find me some sugar, the kind that can fill this sack, the kind of milk mixed with crushed peanuts. Hansel whimpered, her voice trembling with excitement.

"Uh...... What the...... Sugar, I don't seem to hear clearly...... My lord?" a cold sweat broke out on the pastor's forehead, and he felt that the scene was very wrong.

Hansel looked up, his eyes a little bloodshot, staring at the poor stammering priest.

"Big ...... My lord, I see. Milk candy, a lot of milk candy, the kind with crushed peanuts, I ...... I'll get ready!" he said, not daring to look at the knight's face, which had begun to become distorted by the interruption of his thoughts, and turned and ran out of the storage area and disappeared.

"The medical nun seems to say that the little sister is temporarily unable to wake up because of psychological problems, what the hell has she been through, which bastard did it?" Hansel's heart was full of the helpless figure of the little girl back then, and now, the figure was gradually overlapping with the silver-haired girl on the hospital bed. "Gretel, my brother swears to you, no matter who did it, I will definitely burn him at the stake, and use the most vicious hellfire to burn every inch of his soul, even if it is depraved by it!"

"Hansel, wake up!" a majestic voice exploded from the depths of his mind. The knight couldn't help but shudder, after many years of precept cultivation, it had some effect. Hansel finally woke up from the endless memories and the demon of revenge.

"Old ...... Teacher, why are you here?"

"The camp is full of excitement because of your gaffes, and the barracks has turned into a noisy village market. As a leader, I'm so disappointed by what you're doing!" Humes criticized with a serious face. He has long since lost the feelings of human beings, and since countless years ago, when he fell into the sea of blood in order to live forever, he was destined to have nothing to do with the delicate feelings of human beings. Therefore, of course, he can't understand why the dignified Holy Grace Knight, who is also a well-known middle-level backbone in the Vatican, would be stimulated by a little family affection. Nor would he understand how much a once abandoned child longs for the presence and recognition of his loved ones, especially an orphan like Hansel, who has been imprisoned for more than a dozen years under countless dogmas.

"If you can't control your emotions, I can only apply to the Vatican to remove you from your position. Humes's words sounded as cold and unforgiving to Hansel as ever, but they also calmed him down completely.

"Give you a quarter of an hour to put the camp in order immediately, immediately. Humes snorted, then turned around and left. After a few steps, there was a slight pause: "It's good to do it yourself!"

Han Sell's cold sweat came out, the master and apprentice have been together for more than ten years, and the days they have spent together are not too little, but it is the first time he has experienced it when he sees the teacher angry like this. So from head to toe, he didn't even dare to come out of the atmosphere.

Of course, the knight would not know that Humes's plan was in the final stages of implementation, and the power of the entire camp, including his Knight Hansel, was a useful bargaining chip in the heart of this bloody monster. How could he allow the camp to mess with itself at this juncture?

"Big ...... My lord, you want candy!" The priest on duty, who had just returned from collecting candy, stood tremblingly in the distance and did not dare to approach. In fact, the whole camp froze for a moment because of the wrath of Humes, the de facto ruler, until the ascetic's inconspicuous linen robe disappeared into the stone building in the distance, and the whole camp was brought back to life.

Han Sell looked at the priest in front of him who was shaking like chaff with some annoyance, and didn't understand why there was such a timid character in the front-line camp. But he still snatched the sugar bag that shook into a flower with the master's arm in the air, and waved his hand to let the other party leave.

"Herald!" he shouted.

A group of armed soldiers, who were patrolling the camp, quickly approached. "It's still these Swiss soldiers who are more worthy of reliance!" looked at the orderly soldiers in front of him, Hansel sighed secretly. For thousands of years, the direct guard of the Holy See has been served by the Swiss, and the inhabitants of this inland mountain kingdom have the same resolute mountain character as the Alps, and are excellent soldiers comparable to the Spartans in history.

"The order was sent down, the whole battalion was prepared, and the law enforcement team was directly loaded with live ammunition. No one is allowed to leave his post without my warrant!"

After all, a barracks is a barracks, even in non-wartime. With the rhythmic running of the heralds, the entire camp immediately fell silent, and there was a hint of grandeur in the air.

Hansel nodded with satisfaction, looked up at the pitch-black night, and thought of Humes's terrifying aura just now, so he temporarily extinguished the meaning of going to Dawn to ask questions. After hesitating for a while, he turned around and went back to the medical center.

"Big ...... It's great that you're here, sir. The lady you asked us to keep in custody woke up and was confronting our people!" The message sent him to immediately run to the intensive care unit.

Through the huge glass wall of the custody room, Hansel saw his sister put on a cheetah-like defensive posture. "Executioners of the Holy See, no matter how clever you say, the warriors of the Druids will never give in!"

He pushed the door open and shook his head helplessly. Even though there has been a truce, the contradictions between the two families are still quite long. Especially in the dark Middle Ages, the Holy See was dominated by the royal power. The Inquisition was notorious for its actions that would make the devils of hell tremble at the sight of it. I don't know how many heretics have been burned at the stake, both good and evil, and the most hurt are the Druids born and raised in Western Europe and England.

The hatred that has accumulated over the years can be quelled by a paper peace agreement. "Go down first, I'm going to talk to this ...... Well...... Ms. Ranger talks to each other individually. ”

When several nuns heard this, they withdrew, and an elderly person couldn't help but remind her when she went out: "My lord, she seems to have some mental problems, and she is very wary of everything around her!"

Hansel's heart ached, and he didn't know how much his poor sister had suffered before. Nodding his head to show that he understood, he took a chair and sat generously in front of the female ranger, not caring that all his vital points were exposed to the other party's attack.

"This is not a time of war, you are not a prisoner, and we have no ill will. Kindness...... You were delivered last night by an Oriental man. Hansel said casually, trying his best to soothe the other party's sensitive emotions. "Also, this is the Vatican's outpost camp on the eastern edge of the Black Forest, and you probably know what this place is. ”

The ranger's mood has eased a little, and knowing his origin and location is better than a group of people chattering about him just now.

"Can you tell me your identity? And who is that Oriental?" she could see that the interlocutor was not a civilian of the Holy See, but a real war officer, and his status did not seem to be low. It is precisely because of this that the other party is so defenseless against himself, and he can't go too far. So he also took the combat posture and sat down against the edge of the bed, but the joints were still in a state of force.

"I am the temporary leader of this camp, the Vatican Holy See Knight of Grace Hansel. As for the Oriental man who brought you, I only know that he has an identity certificate issued by the Pendragon family, and seems to be a disciple of your Lord Lorraine, the Speaker of the Northern Council, and is now resting in the camp, and I can take you with him in a moment. ”

The female ranger was suddenly stunned for a moment, and she was thunderous with Lord Lorraine's name. As for Hansel, she always felt that the name seemed to be very familiar, and it was very important to her, but she couldn't remember why. I couldn't help but whisper, "Knight Hansel, did we know each other before?"