Although the Assassins had been lured elsewhere by the imposters, Akachi knew full well that there was an even bigger problem—the City Guard must have been alarmed. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info It won't be long before the military will send people to surround this place, and by that time, they may not be able to fly.

Akachi looked at Ora in silence. Because of the white sparrow, his script was changed to be plausible, which made him confused, and also made him a crappy actor who forgot the script and could only ask others for help.

Akaci could tell that Ola didn't seem to be planning to retreat through the main entrance of the mansion, and he followed her gaze to the high wall behind them, which had nothing for them to climb. He looked at Ora again, who was gesturing to the height, and the girl suddenly turned back to him in a gesture of strength.

Akaki stood against the wall in understanding, Aura took a few steps back and rushed towards him, she stepped on Akachi's folded fists and climbed onto the wall with the force of his upward lift, and then she leaned against the wall and stretched out her arm to Akachi below, but Akachi looked at the hand and hesitated.

To grab Ora's hand, he only needs a small run-up jump, but is it good? If he stays here, his play will soon come to an end, and if he grabs Ora's hand, everything will be different, and every step after that will be an unknown continuation!

Akachi's eyes suddenly darkened a little, and his past experience taught him that there was a price to pay for the continuation of a play. He suddenly felt timid, trying to avoid the hand that was reaching out to him. With a thud, Ola jumped off the wall, and then stepped on his fist as before, and then reached out to him.

Akachi stood there expressionlessly. After a while, Ora jumped down again, and then held out his hand to him again.

This time, Akachi frowned. He felt that he was completely, and Ola's insistence on irritating him. She wasn't an assassin, she had a choice, couldn't she just leave herself and leave?Seeing that Aura was about to jump back again, Akachi finally relented, he grabbed Ola's hand with a drifting mentality, and withdrew from the mansion with her, watching her step onto a black horse guarding the wall, and then he looked in the other direction.

I saw a team of sinuous torches moving towards the front door of the mansion.

"If nothing else, this group is the vanguard sent by the Guards to investigate the situation. Akachi thought.

"The news of the Governor's assassination will soon spread through the political arena, and then the army will send more men, and if not, it will even announce a curfew for the sake of so-called political stability. Do these white sparrows know what kind of trouble they're in?"

Akachi looked back at Ola, who was on horseback reaching out to him again, and he sighed and sat down behind him without choice. However, when Akachi rightfully wrapped his arms around Ola's waist and used her back as a cushion to lean on, the girl in front of her finally tensed her body a little uncomfortably.

Ala's slightly nervous performance made Akachi chuckle, and he suddenly felt that the path that the girl had forced herself to choose might also be worth taking, and wouldn't it be better to add a few more wounds?

"Ora, why are you here to save me again, my secrets are so valuable?" asked Akaki suddenly.

"It's not good for a white sparrow to be associated with the Governor's assassin. Knowing that Ola couldn't speak, Akachi deliberately teased her with words.

"Where are we going?"

Akaki laughed heartily, and then closed his tired eyes, letting Ora take him wherever he went. But even with his eyes closed, scenes flashed in front of his eyes. Akachi knew that from that failed escort mission, everyone around him was trying to kill him or live for a secret on him. Now that Cambeth's murderous intent is becoming more and more aimed at himself, and the rescue of the white sparrows despite the troubles, it undoubtedly indicates that the secret he carries is far more important than he imagined. Ironically, he didn't know what the mage had left for him, and no one had come over to give him an explanation. These people desperately deprived him of the peace he craved, and then fate gave him a breath of relief when he was about to drown......

In a short time, the black horses carried the two into the criss-crossed streets of the residential area. Ola led the horse to an empty covered carriage and began the glove cart, while Akachi cast his gaze into the increasingly restless distance.

"The Assassins aren't going to run into the army, are they?" Akachi thought.

If this happens, then the White Sparrow's action will definitely make Cruelley unforgettable. However, the cunning Cruelly has always been adept at cutting through all kinds of situations, and the City Guard will definitely be used against him, and these small white sparrows will also suffer.

Akachi was so engrossed in his thoughts that he didn't shift his attention until two thin figures with a bag of things appeared in the alley.

"It's Lusman and Egger. Akachi kindly reminded him. In a few moments, the voices of the two old fellows and the smell of sulfur came to them.

"It's so dangerous, why didn't you tell me the sound of this thing could alarm the guards?"

Lusman looked at the bag of strange parts and was about to complain endlessly, but after catching a glimpse of the blood-stained Akachi, he forgot all the nonsense that was about to be said.

"Saltpeter and sulfur are all placed in the proportion you gave!"

Iger took the opportunity to reply, and then he looked at Akachi and asked, "The fireworks are still beautiful, aren't they?"

"If it's fireworks, it's ugly. Akachi sarcastically replied.

"Looks like you've got a pretty good brain. Iger pouted.

"Except when you tear up a book......"

He muttered in a very low voice, then teasefully patted Lusman on the shoulder.

"You don't know how funny this old madman was, he kept chanting 'Oh, surging magic breath, please respond to my summons......' while setting off 'fireworks', did he think he was a mage?"

"It's like you know the mage!"

Lusman finally couldn't help but refute it. Unfortunately, Iger ignored him, and when Egger's eyes were set on a good seat in the car, the bad Lusman snatched his favorite position.

"You shameless old bastard!" Egger was enraged again.

He patted a big bag of tatters and shouted excitedly: "The great thing that I have just accomplished is all due to my creative invention! Of course, there are other people's help, you just helped carry the bag, and came to grab a seat with me!"

"Old goods, old goods, who do you think gave the formula for those 'shooting stars'? Without this old thing you shouted, things would not be so simple!"

"Hah, easy? you almost made things so simple that you gave up......," Iger glanced at Akaki suddenly, then shut up in a puff.

Akachi didn't need to listen to the whole story to know that the white sparrow was divided on the issue of saving himself. He sneered twice, and suddenly felt that he should immediately dissociate himself from the people around him, but Ora pushed him into the car and began to treat several minor injuries for him by the light of the lantern.

Looking at the girl in front of him, who had very neat hands and feet, but always seemed to be busy, Akachi fell into confusion again, he tried his best to keep his distance from everyone, and on the other hand, he longed for healing and acceptance. This difficult choice made him walk on thin ice.

At this moment, Iger suddenly craned his neck and looked into the depths of the alley.

"Why hasn't Ekor come back yet?"