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She kicked the wall lightly, then listened with bated breath to the movement around her. Once she was sure that her actions were not causing trouble, she fumbled for the hinges on the walls of the car from memory, and then sharpened the ropes around her hands with the protruding piece of metal. In the entire small space, there was a murmur of her own hand.

Silris's braids unconsciously spread out, and her whole body was embarrassed by the constant struggle. Even worse was her hands, where they were tied were first rubbed red, and then worn out of the skin. Every pull after that made her break out in a cold sweat, and she bit the stuff in her mouth, insisting and persevering.

"Click, click—"

Suddenly, Silreth felt her wrist loosen, and the rope that bound her hand finally broke. She cheered in her heart, then broke free from the rope in three or two times, took out the cloth that had been stuffed into her mouth, and lifted the oilcloth that covered her body.

At this time, the scene imprinted into her eyes was still dark, she faintly felt as if she had fallen into a demon cave, and intuitively felt that there seemed to be fierce beasts and demons lurking in the darkness, but everything seemed to be just an illusion.

"Maybe I'm overthinking?" said Siris reassuring herself. She looked down and licked the abrasions on her wrists, then curled up to untie the ropes on her feet.

After some effort, she jumped out of the car and began to grope her way out in the dark. However, she had only taken three steps forward when a man's voice suddenly sounded, as close as if it were close to her ears.

"Watch your step. ”

Hires was startled, she couldn't hold her right leg as she stepped forward, something tripped over her. She stretched out her hands on the ground, the burning pain in her wrists causing her to gasp as a sneer rang out from beside her.

"Hahahahaha......"

The laughter sounded like a cold wind blowing up from a bottomless abyss, and Silrith followed the sound and turned her head to look to the side, but she still couldn't see anything, only the silhouette of a man in the darkness.

"Light the lamp. The guy who had laughed enough said again.

As soon as the man's words fell, the blinding light illuminated the whole room. Instinctively, Silreth raised her hand to cover her eyes, and it took her a moment to get used to it before she lowered her arm to look around again. At this point, she finally confirmed that she had fallen into a completely unfamiliar place.

I saw that where she sat and sit, the floor was as smooth as a mirror, the four walls were as white as snow, and there were tapestries on the walls, but the things painted on the tapestries made her unable to understand, the lines on it were like flowers but not very like flowers, like people but not very complete, and the exposed stamens and bent limbs made her feel strangely beautiful. And this clean and beautiful sight only embarrassed her, because she was unkempt and disheveled, and did not fit in with this "palace".

In fact, in addition to her embarrassment, Hirres felt intensely uneasy. She glanced at the cart parked in the corner of the "palace" and then moved her gaze to the people in front of her. Two of them were women dressed in white veils with lanterns in their hands, standing still as if they were ornaments, a man with a sword stood in the doorway, his eyes lowered as if listening to the movement outside the house, and the nearest to her was a man in a white robe. The man sat cross-legged, his upper body leaning forward slightly, and he was observing himself with great interest, his eyes as if they were shining with a terrifying fervor.

"Zhuo-Gri-Si?" asked Silris, word for word.

She was impressed by the faces in front of her, and in that duel with the peregrine falcon, they had paid a great deal to drag Drogris to the negotiating table. At that time, he looked indifferent, as if he didn't take anyone seriously, which was completely different from what he was now.

A ridiculous thought suddenly appeared in Sirris's heart, she felt that her every move fell into the eyes of Drogris, and the process of struggling to break free from her restraints in the dark before her became the man's after-show. The thought sent a shudder to Sirris, but was it possible? If it weren't for the light in front of her, it would have been so dark that she couldn't see her fingers.

"I have watched you for a long time, and your courage is commendable, and it is a pity to be born a woman. ”

Drogris's words made Sirris's eyes widen.

"Are you watching me? Why can you see it when it's so dark that you can't see your fingers? Where is this?" she asked.

Drogris suddenly began to laugh, his shoulders shaking in laughter. Silreth looked at him in surprise, and then she noticed that the two women standing behind him were also trembling, and although their faces were mostly obscured by the veil, Silres could still see their eyes, and she felt that the expression in their eyes was not one of pleasure, but panic.

The discovery made her shudder, and she subconsciously made a defensive move, but Drogris was a step faster, and before she could get up, the man grabbed one of her arms and pressed her shoulder. She glared sideways at Zogris, but it amused her opponent.

After another uncomfortable sneer, Drogris whispered in her ear, "Anyone with a little elven blood can see through the darkness." However, if you dare to ask me in 'Heaven' why I can see in the dark, it seems that you are not ordinary courage, but do not know whether you are alive or dead!"

The last few words of the sentence almost popped out between Drogris's teeth, and with this "I don't know whether to live or die", Silres felt her shoulders be pressed down hard, half of her body slammed to the floor, and then Drogris stomped on the back of her neck.

"Does he want me to die in 'heaven'?" thought Sirrise, not without irony.

The battle between the peregrine falcon and the nightingale, from the perspective of Akari, was that neither side took advantage of it, and finally stopped the battle. But in reality, Droglis's plan to control the Sentry Arrows was almost aborted. He must have wished he had died, so as to cut off the possibility of the marriage between the nightingale and the night owl. And the reason why he did not hesitate to use nails to force himself here, I am afraid that he wanted to humiliate her as much as he wanted before killing her. How was he going to humiliate her?

Cyreth suddenly remembered the scene that had taken place in the dead woods—the "chain balls" made of human heads, the women who had been dismembered as prey. She felt a wave of acid reflux in her stomach, and her whole body began to tremble unconsciously.

"It's nothing more than death. Sirreth closed her eyes and thought that she had forced herself to forget all the good things that had happened, but the name "Wall" interfered with her thoughts over and over again.

At this moment, the voice of someone outside the house asking to see me was heard. The saber guard guarding the door first spoke to the visitor through the door in coded language, and then opened the door and let the person in.

"How's it going?" Drogris asked, still stepping on Syreth's neck, without looking back.

"The mutiny has been cleared, but it's ......"

Say. ”

"Gretel fled, and he seemed to have taken a maid with him. ”