The boat drifted slowly on the blue waters, and I don't know how long it went, but on both sides of the river were dense evergreens, and the green leaves were gently undulating with the moist and soft breeze characteristic of Celtic, and only the remaining snow on the ground signaled that winter had already arrived.

The wild Rossevian villages, dotted among the green trees, are approaching dusk, and the smoke of the cooking stove is rising, giving Lydia a sense of déjà vu standing at the bow of the boat - as if she has returned to her home in Corsica, collecting olives with her family and neighbors.

“......”

The female knight looked at the reflection in the circle in the water, and was slightly distracted - today she wore a well-cut knight's uniform, a uniform with a black tone, and a girl's long and straight body, which set off a bit of seriousness and heroism that belonged to a warrior.

"Lydia. ”

Clark stepped out of the cabin, still holding a plate of baked potatoes in his hand, and munched on the food in his mouth, and said vaguely:

"Judging by the display of the directional reels, we are almost at Glamorgan. ”

"Yes. ”

Lydia suddenly came to her senses, her right hand habitually reaching for her waist, but it was empty.

Only then did the female knight recall that the sword that had accompanied her for a long time had been abandoned with her promotion to the rank of Calamity Knight.

"Are you okay?" the other looked at her worriedly.

"It's nothing, it's just that I don't use my sword all of a sudden...... I'm a little unaccustomed to it, and I'm always in a trance. Lydia smiled a little in confusion as she grabbed her grip and straightened the hem of her uniform.

"Since you choose to abandon the sword. Then try to adapt. ”

Clark pulled his shoulders together. Then pick up the plate and pour all the baked potatoes into your mouth. After swallowing quickly, he said with a face full of unfinished meaning:

"Beverly's baked potatoes taste good, aren't you going to try them?"

"I'm not hungry. ”

The knightess shook her head, turned her snow-white cheeks, and glanced at the flowing water beside her.

"Well, anyway, when we get to the Earl's Court, Yalei will definitely treat us to a good meal. Seeing that the other party had a look of no appetite, he didn't dwell on it much. He walked back to the cabin with the dinner plate in his hand.

“......”

Lydia looked back at herself in the water, her thin pink lips as pink as petals pursed into a line, and then slowly raised her fingers.

Under the soft sunlight, the white and slender index finger was as delicate as cold jade, and the thin nail at the tip quickly thickened and elongated, forming the shape of a scorpion tail, shining with a magnificent luster like ruby.

Crimson puncture.

This is a skill that a female knight gave up swordsmanship and re-learned after being promoted to a natural disaster, which belongs to the most difficult mortal skill. is enough to make up for her lack of lethality in vindictiveness.

This technique is to use high-speed movement to pierce the enemy with a sharp force, and the enemy will be hit by the needle. It will be unbearable pain, and it will lead to nerve paralysis, just like the poison of a scorpion flowing through the whole body, and even gradually lose the five senses and will, and die unconsciously.

With each shot, the pain doubles, and the fifteenth shot is certain to die.

With such power, naturally not everyone can learn, in addition to the harsh learning conditions, you must also take highly toxic and practice every day.

After seven injections, poisonous blood will flow all over the body, and saliva, tears and even sweat are highly poisonous.

After learning that she was very compatible with this skill, Lydia thought about it for a long time, and finally secretly began to learn this deadly technique that was enough to ruin her life without telling her companions.

Originally, the female knight only planned to try to learn and see, but she didn't expect that the Crimson Piercing fit so well with herself that it progressed rapidly, and with the poison that was enough to poison the Scourge Knight, she quickly learned the ninth needle.

Now Lydia is already a mobile poison depot.

In addition to the Scourge Knight's resistance, even the closest third-order knight to the Scourge would be poisoned to death as long as he was in the same enclosed space with her for more than three hours.

In the face of this physique, the female knight has completely closed her heart, and at the same time gave up the idea of marrying, leaving only the pursuit of honor and merit in her heart.

As long as you can follow that person closely, it's all worth it.

Lydia stared at her fingertips, her pupils became brighter and sharper, but her expression gradually became stiff and indifferent, and with a flick of her fingers, a scarlet light instantly sank into the river.

The oars of the boat opened the clear waves, moving briskly along the current, and with the drifting of the light boat, the dead fish with their bellies facing up gradually rushed up to the surface of the lake.

Like a long trail, it is more than a dozen miles in a drag.

......

In the middle of the night, the rare lights of the Earl's Court were brilliant, and all the people in the black seat in the hall gathered again, and there was a long smile of Arley's triumphant ambition, and among the staggered plans, the eight of them were all beaming.

Lydia was the only one who hid her body in an inconspicuous corner, like a little girl who had done something wrong, holding a goblet full of wine syrup, and staring blankly ahead. The cold gaze passed through the arched floor-to-ceiling windows of the mansion and fell into the vast night, and I didn't know what I was thinking.

Everyone quickly noticed this, but the people who had been kept in the dark so far knew the real hardships of the female knight, and thought that the other party was just in a bad mood.

Lack, Kara, Beverly, and Alcia winked at the same time, motioning for the black-haired knight to take action.

As the host and big boss, in the face of this inexplicable embarrassing atmosphere, he couldn't help it, he took a goblet filled with strong tea by Charlene, and walked straight to the female knight:

"Lydia, do you have anything on your mind?"

She retracted her gaze, picked up the wine glass in her hand, took a sip, and said with a quiet smile: "Yes, I have been hiding it until now, and if I don't announce the truth, everyone will be in danger of being killed by me." ”

"So exaggerated?" the black-haired knight mistakenly thought she was joking.

"I learned the crimson piercing. ”

Lydia looked at the red liquid in the cup, suppressed her emotions strongly, and said lightly:

"Up to now, all my blood has been replaced with highly toxic, and the toxicity is becoming more and more difficult to control, if you don't want to be poisoned, please stay away from me in the future. ”

“......”

There was a sudden silence in the hall, and everyone looked at each other, even the three Clarkes, who had been with the female knight, were full of disbelief.

"If you have too much contact with me......"

The knightess noticed that there were many moths hovering around the chandelier in the dome, so she picked up the cup she had drunk, dipped her finger in a little wine, and splashed it on the crystal lampshade.

Whew!

As a puff of white smoke escaped from the surface of the lampshade, the moths dancing around the lamp instantly fell to the floor, jumped to their feet and twitched twice, and then froze.

"That's going to happen. She said with a cold expression. (To be continued.) )