Located on the west side of the royal capital of Betley, a not tall house stands quietly, the black wave of demons does not seem to affect this quiet place, even the low-hanging willow branches at the door are rare to show the emerald green that is incompatible with this period, and a girl in a black and white maid costume is standing meticulously at the door, her brown hair is constantly flying with the floating wind. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

And just as Miss Maid was holding down her flying hair, a familiar figure appeared in Miss Maid's brown pupils along the gravel path in front of the door.

"Your Excellency. Without pause, the maid lady stepped forward and took the sword from the figure's hand.

"Are they in there?" said Betley's Juggernaut in an inquiring tone, looking at the maid in front of him.

"Yes, sir. ”

"Is there no problem?" Sword Saint Simmel glanced at the maid standing beside him, and his steady tone carried a hint of concern.

"The doctor said that there was no major problem, but the female elf seemed to be a little too injured, but fortunately, she was treated by the high-level holy light in time, and now her physical condition is much better. The maid replied respectfully.

"Yes, that's good, did Lord Lillian leave anything behind?"

"Not really, but when the Dark Witch came in and put them at the door, she left, saying that she was going to find an old man. ”

"Old man, who else is the old man of the Black Witch besides Lord White Sage?" Sword Saint Simmel thought in confusion, but soon the thought was interrupted by a sudden noise from inside the room.

The door of the concealed room was opened by the Sword Master, and he hurriedly walked into the room that was not luxuriously dressed, except for some necessary displays of the nobles, this house had almost no exaggerated carvings and exquisite ornaments, but for Birmingham and others who were in the house, this was already the best treatment, especially when he saw the Sword Saint Simmel walking in with a panicked pace, Birmingham was even more accustomed to greeting.

"Yo, Swordmaster. ”

The familiar smiling face is obviously only a short time together, and the time for acquaintance may not even be a day, but inexplicably, the sword saint Simmel saw this somewhat frivolous smile, and a hanging heart finally slowly fell, and even felt a sense of reliability.

It's really a wonderful emotion, and the Sword Saint Simmel, who thought like this, also smiled.

"Long time no see, Birmingham. ”

Yes, long time no see, this sentence is like a familiar old friend appeared in front of his eyes, such a relaxed conversation, a warm atmosphere spread with a sentence that has not been seen for a long time in this small room.

Seeing her master smile, Miss Maid smiled and quietly withdrew, as a competent maid, this time is the time when she is least needed, of course, a cup of hot coffee may be what they need now, so the current Miss Maid is still concentrating on preparing a cup of hot coffee for them, after all, it is always necessary to catch the wind and wash the dust.

The door of the concealed room was gently closed, and the well-sealed house instantly returned to its original temperature, and the Sword Saint Simmel also opened his own topic in the heated room.

"I'm a little embarrassed, but you didn't come at the right time. ”

"yes, it's not the right time. ”

Birmingham's hearty answer made the Sword Saint Simmel frown, and a bad premonition finally appeared.

"You're getting blocked?"

"Yes, blockade, ambush to be exact. The little magician Ellie shook her feet, and the comfortable soft bed under her was already a little happy for the little magician, forgetting the ambush he had just encountered, but hearing the words of the sword saint Simmel, the cute little magician rose up from the soft bed and said a little unpleasantly.

"It seems that Betley has not been at ease during the time we have been away. Birmingham glanced at the frowning Sword Saint Simmel, as slow as he also felt that it was not only the black demons spreading in this imperial capital, but also the silent evil hidden in the depths.

"Queen Claire is convening a round table today to summon envoys from all sides, including the Holy Lady of the Holy See, the Ruler of the Empire of Stan, and the Bloody Count of Ella. One name after another popped out of the mouth of the sword saint Simmel, and when the name of the bloody earl surged into Birmingham's ears, Birmingham's expression finally converged, and the smile that had been flirtatious gradually condensed, turning into a solemnity that had never been before, and the expression of the little magician Ellie was almost no different from Birmingham's, but compared to Birmingham's solemnity, little Ellie seemed to be mixed with some unexpected anger.

The strangeness of the two was naturally noticed by the Sword Saint Simmel: "What's wrong with you?"

"It's okay, only some people didn't expect that in a short period of time, so many envoys have come to Betley, and it seems that this instability is also related to these envoys. ”

The Sword Saint who was at the peak naturally felt the insincere reluctance of this nothing, but seeing that the two of them did not tell their plans for this answer, the Sword Saint Simmel also skipped this topic with interest.

"The envoy is one reason, but more likely it is from the royal family itself. ”

"The Lane royal family?"

"Yes, Queen Claire has been in charge of the royal family since the death of Lane VIII, but now the situation seems to be starting to crack, especially with the convening of the Roundtable. "The contradiction of the royal family is an inescapable problem after all, even a strong man like Simmel, who is far away from power, has shown rare concern on this issue, and even more attention of this sword master is on this round table than the attack of the demon tide.

The change of the sword saint Simmel has quietly raised the spirits of Birmingham, as a member of the once prosperous aristocracy of Richard, the battle of the royal family will always be a no-go zone and a quagmire.

"So, what are the plans of Lord Simmel, now that our mission has been completed, and Ultramarine has also lent us the angry waves, can we?" The meaning in Xiao Aili's mouth no longer needs to be thought about, and the idea of withdrawing in time is completely revealed, in fact, it is not strange that Xiao Aili is so eager, leaving seems to be a not very upright act, but it is the best path for Birmingham and others at the moment.

First of all, as Birmingham himself, the aristocratic status of the Ella Empire is already destined to be at the critical point of this royal contradiction, and he can no longer use the identity of a passerby to mix in this matter, secondly, Simmel's task entrusted to them has been completed, and there is no more reason to stay here, although it is the duty of every mortal to block the demon, but Xiao Ellie will not naively think that the entire Betley needs the strength of a few of them, and they do not think that the demon tide will not stop without them, in terms of force alone, the sword saint Simmel is enough to withstand ten Birmingham, magic, His Excellency the White Sage is not a vegetarian, plus the furious waves of ultramarine, it can be said, The end of the demon tide is only a matter of time, and in the end, it is also the most practical question for little Aili, what can they get here, fame or money, but judging from the current situation, all they can get is endless troubles and ambushes, and it is simply difficult to revitalize the family, especially after hearing the name of the Bloody Earl.

Leaving has become the best choice, at least Birmingham, who knew what little Ellie was thinking, did not speak, but silently set his eyes on the sword saint Simmel, waiting for the strong man to give him an answer.

"It's impossible to leave, because from the moment you agreed to this task, you have already been labeled, and the name of that label you may not feel is called Violet. "The calm tone is not grandiose, but it represents the most prestigious man in the empire, a formidable family, and a source of eagerness for the lion.

Betley's Violet Archduke, in the creaking sound of the door opening, suddenly appeared in Birmingham's field of vision, and the whirlpool of battle also pulled Birmingham into the abyss with the entry of the Violet Archduke.