Not to mention Tang Mo's troubles, his good brother, good brother Julian, is also troubled at these times. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The ruined city of Knell, the escaped Cecil, could not be sure of his loyal subordinates...... One by one, Julian was very annoyed.

But what worries the new lord the most now is, what the hell is that on his wrist?

On the inside of the left wrist, near the artery, a small dot is raised, which is hard to the touch. Julian was sure he didn't have it before he went to bed last night, and as a powerful warrior who knew every part of his body, he had that confidence.

So, this strange thing on the wrist suddenly appeared overnight. It's alive, and there's something in it that wants to "hatch" out, wants to "eat" itself.

Julian touched the back of his waist, and a short dagger with cold light appeared in his hand.

The dagger is sharp and narrow, and it is painted with intricate and delicate patterns, which is the style of the elves, slender and beautiful, and artistic.

But don't worry about its sturdiness and sharpness, the elven craftsmanship is not below the dwarves, but the focus is different. Compared with the stupid and coarse dwarven works, the weapons produced by the elves are more likely to be favored by the nobles, after all, the nobles who are high and high value are more interested in beauty than practicality, which can show their noble status and extraordinary taste - the elves are recognized as an elegant race!

Julian, of course, is not so superficial, his dagger is not an elf-style weapon, but a weapon made by elves. That is, not an imitation of a human craftsman, and the ordinary nobles could not tell the difference between the two, and this was not the case for Julian.

The sharp dagger easily sliced through the surface skin of the wrist, and the blood beads quickly oozed out, smearing the surrounding area with red along the short slit of the wound.

Julian was very careful, the dagger was too sharp, and this position was very dangerous, accidentally injuring the artery and causing massive bleeding, even if the high-level warrior could suppress the blood flow, it would be very troublesome.

What's more troublesome is that if you break the meridians, it will be a more serious problem. Even if the left hand inflicts a serious injury that is difficult to recover from, and the weapon cannot be used, it is fatal for a warrior.

The tip of the dagger entered the flesh, and Julian felt the tactile sensation coming from above, and for a long time, he did not find the expected foreign object.

"This can't be?" Julian had always been confident in himself, and this time it should be the same. There is absolutely no problem with the position, angle and depth of the dagger's cut, but why is nothing found?

Julian reluctantly changed the angle of his position, this time piercing deeper, and the sharp dagger tip "told" him that there was indeed nothing.

Julian felt some heat on his forehead, and it was obvious that the thing had no substance. It may not be for the time being, because it has not grown yet, and it may be a kind of "virtual body". But no matter which one it is, there is no entity at this stage, and Julian himself can't solve it, and dealing with virtual creatures has always been the best at legal professionals.

"I'll have to find a mage or a priest to see what this is all about. Julian thought to himself. It's a pity that Deathknell City was originally the territory of the goddess of nature, and it was not interesting to find himself without the servants of that god, who came here to spread faith and build a temple.

Even if he had the idea of betraying the goddess of nature behind his back, Konstantin did a good job on the surface. Faith belongs to the gods, and the land belongs to the lord, these are two inseparable parts, and if you rashly challenge the faith, you will have to withstand the counterattack of the gods, which will shake the lord's rule.

However, Konstantin and his ancestors still underestimated the power of the Divine Mansion, and even if they completely fell, they still left a curse that was difficult to lift before they died.

In the same way, mages rarely appear in such a monotheistic place. In the eyes of the clergy, the mages are a bunch of unbelievers, in a way, more odious than the infidels!

The matter will not be resolved for a while, but fortunately, it seems that it will not cause any serious consequences for the time being, and Julian can only put the problem aside for the time being.

Summoning the maid to bandage his wounds, Julie thought about his thoughts absently until the maid let out a coquettish gasp that he came back to his senses. I don't know when, the free right hand has reached into the maid's chest, and there is a soft and smooth touch from the palm.

The maid's chest was hot, her face was red, and her eyes were almost dripping water. It's a pity that Julian won't have time to pay attention to her.

"Is this punishment?" said Julian, speaking suddenly, in a cold tone without a smile.

"What?......" The maid came to her senses, and she said with a little flustered, "I'm sorry I didn't hear clearly, but what did you just say?"

"Perhaps...... I do not know. In the corner of the room, which had been empty, a cold voice replied.

The maid followed the voice and looked over, and a figure stood there, her posture graceful and moving, but there was no warmth, only a cold blue and white color. "Is this a ghost? When has she been there? Which one is she?"

The maid had a series of questions flashing in her heart, but she didn't ask them very interestingly. Young Master Julian seems to be particularly easy to get angry after becoming a lord, and he used to treat these beautiful maids with a smile on his face, but recently, his face is often so cold that he can drop ice slag.

"Don't know?" Julian seemed to ask the ghost, as if to ask himself. He pinched the maid so hard that she screamed in pain. Only half of it was called, and he hurriedly forcibly held it back, and now the water really dripped from his eyes, and it was tears.

Julian's hand relaxed and became a little gentler, and he suddenly smiled and said to the maid, "Don't be afraid. No matter how much I scold you or beat you, don't be afraid, that's not my intention. ”

He frowned, and said with some pain: "I've been lately, I don't know what's wrong, it's just some inconsequential little things, why do I always ......"

Julian pursed his lips, not knowing how to describe himself.

"Both for you and for Cecil. Cecil, you know, I like her, honestly, as long as she's beautiful. But why did I become a little ......?"

“...... Brutal. Julian chewed for a long time before he spat out the word. This made him feel even more bad, but fortunately he realized this and didn't let his temper out.

"I'm not afraid, Elaine isn't afraid. The maid said with tears in her eyes that this was Julian, whom she was familiar with, and that Julian in her memory was as warm as a flame and as reliable as a mountain.

"Cecil hasn't come back yet. The ghost suddenly interrupted the warmth of the two, she didn't like to see people kissing me and me, she didn't like it at any time.

Julian picked up Elaine and took her into her arms, her uninjured right hand dishonest again. The palms of the hands are gently pressed and kneaded, the fingers are clenched into grasps from time to time, and the nails are scraped in the delicate and sensitive places. Only in this way did he feel that he was still his old self, and not the demon in his heart who wanted to break free.

The maid Elaine squinted slightly, and leaned motionless into Julian's arms, looking like she was being savored, and the ghost became more and more unhappy to see it.

"You're jealous. Julian replied, "Es, you know what." Proper jealousy can make a woman more beautiful, however, your jealousy is too much. ”

The ghost maid Ace didn't want to admit it, but the truth was that she was jealous, as Julian said.

She wasn't that kind of person in the first place, and she wasn't such a ghost. Only those with pure hearts can become domestic ghosts.

Wild ghosts full of resentment will soon be corrupted and drowned by negative emotions, and the final outcome will either die or degenerate into a banshee, which is a pure necromantic creature that only brings death and despair to people.

Ace asked herself, when did she learn to be jealous, if I remember correctly, it was when Master Vic was lucky enough to survive from the monster for the last time.

Victor is just an ignorant child, who does things logically, out of order, and doesn't know how to think about others.

His head seems to be full of muscles, and all he thinks about is dancing with swords and swords, and he loves to get into trouble everywhere.

Every time he came back from running for his life from outside, scarred, the Count would not do anything to his youngest son, but only scolded Victor on the surface, and brought some corporal punishment by the way.

But the maids, the servants and the guards, were killed, and the earl was not a soft-hearted man, and many of the servants and guards quietly disappeared. But Victor, a heartless bastard, didn't notice that at all.

Cecil and Ace herself, after all, have different identities, and the disappearance will not happen, but severe punishment is indispensable. For so many years, Victor didn't even find out, and every time he caused trouble, Cecil and Ace, one of them would disappear for a while. What are you going to do?

This stupid boy doesn't think about things with his head at all. He always complained about the Count's harshness, and had no idea that if it weren't for the fact that he was the Count's son, he would have been torn apart by the Count ten thousand times!

Then again, Ace asked herself, "When did you start being jealous?"

The answer is that on the day Victor woke up, when Victor, who had almost broken his bones by the "monkeys" in the mountains, woke up, the fiery, joyful, and possessive eyes of the man were soon focused only on Cecil, and there was nothing else in his eyes.

On that day, Victor miraculously stopped the guards sent by the Count, and did not punish anyone in the manor, like a real man.

Everyone was happy. The people of the manor were glad because they had not been punished and had no disappeared companions, the Count's guards were glad because they were tired of such a thing, the Count was glad because Victor had learned how to resist and take responsibility, and Cecil was glad that the young master had come back to life.

But Ace wasn't happy -- why did I care about Victor's eyes? Why didn't Victor have me in his eyes? Why did I envy Cecil?

"Jealousy is said to be the original sin. Ace finally replied to Julian.