The bleak wind and snow howled across the plains, and every now and then a pale blue skimmed by, as if searching for the trail of their prey, but in a humble snow cave, the prey they were looking for was comfortably surrounded. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"What, the Carol is dead?" Birmingham's eyes were a little shocked, this result was something he never expected, a sword saint, a living sword saint, an elven sword saint located at the peak of the pan-continent's martial arts, had been away for less than a day, and he could never be seen again, which really shocked Birmingham.

"Is it true?" It's not that Birmingham doesn't trust Tina's little Ellie's words, it's just that the silent demise of the Juggernaut is beyond Birmingham's expectations.

"It's true. Although this result was a little unacceptable, the female knight Tina still nodded.

"How is it possible, he's a Juggernaut, Juggernaut!" muttered to himself turned into madness in disbelief, and his pale gaze finally had a glimmer of brilliance after hearing Tina's conversation in Birmingham, but not hope but despair.

The seemingly slender elf burst out with incredible power at this moment, and the huge power passed down the elf Red Moon's arm to Birmingham's collar.

"How is it possible, he is a sword master, a sword master!" just repeated the same words simply, but Birmingham could clearly feel the hidden emotions in the heart of this elf.

"It's ruthless to say that, but beautiful elf lady, you need to know that Juggernaut is not invincible, and it's useless for you to vent at us. There was a hint of sarcasm on the part of the painter, but what he said probably spoke to the hearts of everyone present, including Birmingham.

"What do you mean by that!" Letting go of his pinched collar, the elf Red Moon looked like a mad beast, and aimed her anger at the oil painter who kept smiling at the corners of his mouth.

"Do you understand human emotions?" the painter did not answer directly, but instead threw a question at the elf Red Moon.

The oil painter's question made the crazy elf Red Moon look stunned, and he subconsciously shook his head.

"If you don't understand, why do irrelevant people vent your anger and unwillingness. The oil painter's tone gradually became heavier, and Birmingham and the others suddenly had a bad premonition.

But, even if you don't understand, compassion is something that everyone has. Red Moon's aggrieved rebuttal.

"Oh, pity, what is the pity in your mouth?" the oil painter asked rhetorically, the corners of his mouth that had been smiling gradually flattening, and there was a look in his eyes that no one could see.

"Pity, pity?" the elf searched for his words, his lips trembling.

The female knight, who couldn't stand it, finally stood up: "I will lend a hand to the unfortunate, and I will help the afflicted, this is mercy." ”

The female knight's face has a radiance of righteousness, which is a code engraved in her bones, a promise to fulfill her life.

"It's wonderful, worthy of true chivalry, and then, because of pity on you, to lend a helping hand to this poor elf lady, the elf lady who is in deep suffering?" the oil painter clapped his hands and applauded.

"If she needs it, I will. Tina, the female knight, spoke righteously without the slightest hesitation.

"How righteous and kind, that's why I said elves, you don't understand human emotions at all, is this kind of rhetoric finally reassuring your heart, is it secretly happy, finally someone has someone the answer you want, and then can you take advantage of the situation to find the sword master in your mouth!" The oil painter's words were so sharp that even the cold wind outside did not make Birmingham feel so cold.

The elf Red Moon wanted to refute, but she only snorted weakly, the oil painter's words were like a steel knife stabbed into her heart, but it also revealed her inner thoughts, yes, she did have this plan, as long as the topic continued, she was sure to persuade these humans to find Balzas's whereabouts, and she was sure that they would agree, after all, these humans valued their own rules more than life, but now everything was disrupted.

"What a sad race, the long years have made you like this, in the face of danger, you will never raise your sword in your hand like a human being, fearlessness and courage you have long since abandoned, holding an eagle, that is only imposing your own courage on others, now you are really ugly. A series of questions made the elf red moon pale, and also made the female knight sigh silently, the oil painter's words may be a little biased, but in the face of the elf red moon, it is already an irrefutable fact.

"Ah, with all that said, it's time to say goodbye. The oil painter said modestly, not caring about the differences between the people, and walked briskly past Birmingham's side and walked out of the cave with residual warmth.

Birmingham gave Tina a look, then hurried out.

The cold wind mixed with snowflakes hit Birmingham in the face, and the oil painter's somewhat emaciated figure looked so small in the wind.

"Although there is some truth in what you said, it hurts. Birmingham was also a little dissatisfied with the elves' actions, especially the behavior of the regent Yaoyue in Ambra.

"I don't think so, especially as a painter, my soul tells me that they are not the noble race that is rumored. The painter smiled in response, but Birmingham felt no warmth in his smile.

"Soul?" Birmingham was a little playful.

"Am I not the Corruptor to surprise you? The oil painter heard Birmingham's reason for playfulness, and showed his human identity unabashedly, "Human beings are the most beautiful material, they have anger and forgiveness, and the mercy and loyalty of your knight's lady, and of course the soul of your gentleman is the soul that moves me the most." ”

"I'm not happy at all about that. In the midst of the snow, Birmingham saw how fanatical and intoxicated the oil painter's expression was.

"Yes, then let's see you later, and hopefully that Mr. Birmingham will understand what I said today. Birmingham didn't even have time to stop it, the figure of the painter had already disappeared in front of Birmingham's eyes on a charming snowflake, and the goodbye was the last word.

Birmingham, who carefully pondered the words of the oil painter, returned to the low snow cave, obviously feeling that the atmosphere was a little weird, especially the elf Red Moon squatting in a far corner with her knees in her arms, while the pure white sword spirit stood with the little ghost, looking at the elf's eyes were already full of unkindness, and the female knight Tina looked at Birmingham who came in tangledly, and the meaning of distress was self-evident.

"Let's go back to the carolers. As soon as Birmingham's words came out, the elf Red Moon's eyes immediately widened.

"Not only for you, but also for us, after all, the only one who knows this world the most is probably the Elven Sword Saint. ”

"Thank you. The soft words made the down-and-out nobleman smile kindly.

Humans are indeed very beautiful creatures, and looking at the reinvigorated elf Red Moon, he thought that he was beginning to understand the words of the oil painter a little.