Before dawn is always the darkest time of the day, and this moment is the darkest time of life for Alice, who has just woken up from the effects of the drug.

No one can describe what kind of psychology she is at this moment! hatred, confusion, numbness, despair, madness, or all the negative emotions that entangle and distort her mind.

Holding her tattered clothes, she sat on her knees on this bed that was strange to her but would be remembered for the rest of her life. Her long, messy hair couldn't hide her blank eyes. The whole body was constantly convulsing intermittently, and it was a completely uncontrollable sob. The voice is small, but it exudes a kind of nervousness.

Finally, she let out a high-pitched, hysterical, ghostly scream. She used all the strength of her body, kept screaming, and even turned her face purple again and again.

Again and again, she was on the verge of the limit of her lung capacity, causing her to cough violently. But she still wanted to keep yelling. All the negative emotions in her heart are distorted by her into a desperate vent.

On the eve of dawn, the camp, where only the sound of insects was left to scream, was shattered by the roar.

On the first floor of the big wooden house, a group of knights were looking strangely at the priest who appeared downstairs inexplicably. Suddenly, I was startled by the ghostly scream upstairs. Even fearless holy knights like them instinctively feared the sound of all the negative emotions of a human being.

"Your Excellency...... This ......" The knight captain frowned deeply and wanted to ask, but was shocked by the priest's indifferent expression.

"Has the apprentice knight from Talon County arrived to assist in the investigation?" Wendthor asked without the slightest hint of explanation, with a blank expression.

"It's here!" the knight captain replied, pressing the question in his heart, standing on his back.

"Bring it here!" Windsol commanded, standing halfway up the stairs, condescendingly.

Immediately one of the knights turned and ran out of the hut as fast as he could, as if he could no longer stand the screams from upstairs.

The knights' fists clenched tighter and tighter, though the Arcanists continued to discredit the Holy See, dismissing them as lackeys, butchers of the Church. But most of the knights still held fast to their knightly mottos.

He saw with his own eyes that the girl who was only a little timid, but couldn't hide the youthful atmosphere, was half-dragged into the priest's room by the **.

The priest had been alone in the room for so long with the girl, who was apparently beginning to lose consciousness at the time. He walked to the top of the stairs several times, but hesitated and did not choose to go up.

As long as they are not stupid, they can guess what is going on inside, perhaps because of the fear of power, so that these knights, who are not degenerate, choose to deceive themselves.

But at this moment, the girl's desperate roar tore the conscience of the knight chief again and again!

Unable to bear it any longer, he finally mustered up the courage to take a step forward and said, "My lord, may I go in and see how she is doing?"

"I'll naturally tell you about her situation, what are you anxious about?" Wendthor glanced at the knight chief coldly and snorted coldly.

"Father Wendthor, do you really think we don't know what you've done? she's still only a half-grown child, my daughter's age!"

"You're a little presumptuous!" Windsol's eyes flashed with a cold glint!

The knight's long body began to tremble slightly from anger, and he took another step forward, the green tendons on his neck bursting out. Just as he was about to say something again, another knight reached out and grabbed him. He quickly strode past the chief knight and shook his head slightly at the knight, signaling him not to continue to anger his boss. Then he looked up at the priest on the stairs and bowed and said, "My lord, those probationary knights are about to arrive. It's not a problem to let the people upstairs make such noise all the time! You see, why don't you let the knight in and control the situation?"

Hearing the knight's euphemistic words, Wendsol nodded slightly, and then looked at the knight who was staring at him and said coldly, "Learn a little." ”

After arrogantly reprimanding the knight, Wendsol grimaced with a cold face and scolded gloomily: "What are you still doing in a daze?

The chief knight sneered, and without even saying a word, he strode up the stairs. There was not even the slightest evasion when passing by the priest.

The knights below all sighed involuntarily. The atmosphere of the whole wooden house is solemn as if it is filled with mercury. They couldn't hear how the chief knight was comforting the girl who had obviously been abused. I could only hear the girl's nervous hysteria from time to time.

Every minute and every second of time is amplified by the oppressive atmosphere for an infinitely long time.

It wasn't until a group of more than a dozen young people with strange expressions followed the holy knights who had gone out earlier into the big wooden house that the whole solemn atmosphere eased slightly.

"Don't worry, something has happened, I'll answer your questions later!" Wendthor said indifferently to everyone. Ever since discovering the girl's curse brand, Windsol has no worries.

As long as he unravels the mystery, no one in the entire Heavenly System will dare to question him. Taking this opportunity, he simply took a look at the loyalty of this group of subordinates.

"Talon City Trainee Knight *** Report!"

"Maple Leaf Castle Cadet Knight *** report!"

"Shiqiao Village Trainee Knight *** Report!"

......

"Rolf, the trainee knight of Little River Village, reports!" the young knight Rolf kept reciting the essentials of knightly etiquette in his head, trying to show his best side to the big man on the stairs. The body is straight, the chin is slightly raised, and the expression is solemn! The age of seventeen is the age of maturity revealing immaturity. For this moment, he has been sleeping for many nights, practicing in front of the mirror over and over again. This was his first official knightly mission! This is where the glory of his life begins.

Although I was nervous, I couldn't suppress the illusion of the future in my mind.

It was as if he had seen himself accomplish his first mission brilliantly and gain the favor of the big guys. Even though he was only in a humble wooden hut on the construction site, he felt as if he had been in the baptism hall when he was promoted to a full-fledged knight. He even began to dream of returning to Xiaohe Village in the armor of a mighty and domineering holy knight, and walking to the house of the most beautiful girl in the village in the most perfect posture in the envious eyes of all the boys of his age, and proposing the marriage contract to her father.

If it weren't for the sound of a huge wooden door crashing against the wall, his fantasy might have continued to extend to his marriage with a beautiful maiden.

The sound of hurried footsteps came in such a sacred and solemn moment, extremely discordant.

He turned his head resentfully, looking in the direction from which the footsteps had come.

"Rolf!" Suddenly, a girl with messy hair and a visibly wider priest's robe, like a falling meteorite, slammed into his sight unjustifiably.

"Alice ......"