Two distinctive swords were respectfully placed in front of Frey, one of them black and sharp, with a feather-like carved pendant and a handle shaped like a raven. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 The other is the poisonous fire, which Miloca recognizes, and when she travels with Lady Anna to the imperial capital, the poisonous fire is Venal's sword.

"Night and poisonous fire, I will give you one of them. Choose, my friend. Frey said.

Miloka was still looking down in thought, not even noticing that Frey was talking to her. After a long time, whispers began to ring in the banquet hall, and the attendees talked quietly with their acquaintances, occasionally making sneaky fingers at Frei or Miloca.

"Miloca?" A somewhat impatient Frey tried to "wake up" the groggy teenager before finally getting his attention.

But Miloca had no choice.

The poisoned fire had been Weiner's sword, and although no one knew where Weiner was or could not confirm his life or death, Frey had sent a wooden cross for him in the hillside cemetery outside the city gates. For Miloca, Weiner was a mentor – even if they had only been in contact for a short time – and a friend. He always asked Miloka if he had sharpened his sword, how he slept last night, and whether he was used to eating, and then ignored Miloka's polite answer, patted the boy on the shoulder and said, "Good boy." Even when his convoy outside Winterhaven had to fight Miloka and the others, and even if he had to fight Miloka himself, Miloka could still feel the kindness in his eyes. Now that the poisonous fire that he regarded as a treasure was placed in front of Miloka, Miloka unconsciously remembered his harsh scolding when he stood in the corridor of the gate of Ice's Breath, and perhaps his whereabouts were unknown was the best ending for him.

"Am I qualified to inherit the poisonous fire?" Miloca asked herself, not only out of embarrassment in opposing Vernal, but also because of her recklessness in sneaking up on Benson. As a representative of the integrity of the hundred soldiers, the sword endowed the swordsmen with an unparalleled sense of honor, and they cared more about dignity and honor than the knights who swore an oath in glory. Crossbow arrows, poison, and sneak attacks are all absolute taboos in the swordsman's code, and only a nasty beast like the "poisonous snake" of the Southern Empire****** who cares about human life and is full of evil will violate these unwritten rules, and at the same time he is no longer worthy to be called a swordsman. As for the history of the "swordsman culture", Bane and others have taught Miloka no less than a hundred times, and he has long been familiar with it. But at the last moment, he resolutely assassinated Benson, who was defenseless against him, and such a "dirty" behavior was enough to justify the other "swordsmen" to cut him with a thousand knives, and even Frey immediately showed dislike for him, not to mention other fanatics who were desperately seeking fame. If he declares to everyone that the night is his spoils, it is tantamount to a hooligan who has raped a pure girl, and he has to go around declaring that "she is a cheap ****", which is absolutely undesirable.

So Miloca could not take the poisonous fire, nor could she devote herself to the night. Only silence can alleviate the distress caused by difficult choices.

"Since you can't make a decision, I'll choose for you. Seeing Miloca's embarrassment, Frei decisively picked up the poisoned fire and broke the deadlock. "I bestow upon you the poisonous fire in the name of the Duke of Ice's Breath, Miloca. I hope you will continue to be loyal and responsible for the Empire. ”