Locke slowly raised his hands, his mind flashing over everything he had done since he first saw Kenny. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The room was silent, the gentle sunlight shining through the window on the floor, and Locke turned his head to look into the floor-to-ceiling mirror by the corner staircase, and the bronze mirror clearly showed that the person holding the sword to his neck was none other than Kenny, the new lord of Nippur, the bearded man who had issued a large bounty.

Kenny held the black steel sword steadily, the tip of the sword delicately pressed against the back of the young wizard's neck, he seemed to be waiting for something, and his eyes kept glancing to the sides.

Sersi didn't ask anything, he pulled the ivory dagger from his waist and stood beside Kenny.

Locke broke the silence in the cabin. "Lord Kenny. His voice trembled slightly, "What do you mean, did I do something wrong?"

Kenny didn't answer immediately, instead scanning the room alertly. Aiden, who noticed the lord's unusual behavior, pulled out a black feather arrow from the quiver on his waist and placed it on the bowstring, Kenny's movement made the atmosphere in the cabin scorching, and the sound of the guards going upstairs could be heard on the corner staircase.

"Lord Lord?" Locke asked again, "can you give me a reason to kill me?

"Why?" Kenny kept turning his head to look to the side, "It's all here, and you're going to keep acting?"

"Acting?" Locke looked at Kenny in the bronze mirror, "My lord, what the hell are you talking about?"

"What does that comb do to that wraith?" Kenny asked, looking at Locke's right hand.

"Comb?" Locke raised his head and looked at the bone comb in his hand, "This is what you gave me, it could be the thing of that demon spirit, spiritualism requires a spellcaster's belongings, there are too many wandering spirits in this world, without it, spiritualism is equivalent to looking for a needle in a haystack!"

"Locke, you're a smart guy and an infatuated person, am I right?" Kenny asked in a low voice.

Locke was silent, Kenny's question tearing apart the last of his luck, and he lowered his raised hands, his right hand rubbing the milky white bone comb.

"I've heard that song, in the monastery. Kenny continued, "I guess that song wasn't written by your mother at all, but you wrote it, right? You're a spirit caller, but you're a black-robed wizard, and that spirit lives in the sun because you cast a spell on her, right?"

"Hehe....." Locke smiled helplessly, "No wonder Barton will be stripped of power by you alone, you are much more powerful than I thought, Lord Kenny!"

"Thank you for the compliment, it's just that overthrowing the Patton regime is not something I can do alone, but I do think I'm better than him when it comes to looking at words and feelings. Kenny shrugged his shoulders and tapped Locke on the shoulder with his ebony sword, "Let her out, or ....."

"I'm sorry, Lord Kenny, I don't know where she is, maybe ....."

Before Locke could finish speaking, Sersi suddenly stepped forward and grabbed his neck with one hand.

The thick right arm was like a giant python wrapped around its prey, tightening more and more, Locke's face began to be congested, the capillaries on the surface of his cheeks seemed to burst in an instant, becoming red and purple, Sersi held the dagger in his left hand, and pushed the sharp sharp blade to Locke's eyeballs that were about to burst out of his eyes.

"I guess you've got thirty seconds or so to go, let's play a game, and if you blink, I'll pull your eyeballs out, and I promise you, it's going to be a lot of fun, and you've got twenty-five seconds to .....," Sersi whispered.

Kenny didn't stop Sersi from doing so, perhaps to force the spirit to show up sooner, and he scanned the windows on either side, only to see that the spirit still hadn't appeared.

As the minutes ticked by, Kenny's afterglow swept onto the floor mirror on the corner staircase as Sersi let go of Locke's neck, and in the blurred and curved shadows of the copper face, he found a red light slowly emerging behind him, and then, he could almost feel the snort of the demon on his neck, it was a chill that he had never felt before.

The Black Feather Arrow was fast enough for Kenny to turn, and there was a loud crack of glass on the second floor of the crowded wooden house, followed by the high-pitched and piercing chirps of the guards rolling down the stairs.

Aiden didn't have time to draw a second arrow, he was swept to the ground by a sharp claw surrounded by red light, and the astonishing force pushed him several positions and slammed him into the wooden bed by the wall.

Selsey let go of Locke, and as he turned, the ivory dagger changed from his left hand to his right, and he lunged at Kenny, who had just turned.

The shrill whistling continued, Kenny turned around, feeling the pain of the eardrum being pierced, and before he could react, a sudden gust of wind whistled around him, and the black steel sword in his hand was snatched away by someone, he flashed two positions behind him, and retreated to the crowded guards behind him, only to see that the person who grabbed the sword was Sercy.

Sersi held a sword in his left hand, and an ivory dagger in his right hand rushed towards the banshee, and as he ran, he suddenly regretted taking this saber, this thing was too heavy, he couldn't even play this sharp sword with one hand, but that day in the temple he saw it clearly, only the lord's saber could hurt this demon spirit, his dagger was just a useless blunt iron, but he didn't want Kenny to risk his life.

At the moment of approaching the demon spirit, Sersi stabbed the dagger in his right hand into the forehead of the demon spirit, and the banshee spirit with scarlet soft light tilted her head to dodge, and the sharp ivory dagger grazed her earlobe and stabbed in the air, and then Sersi felt a hot sensation in his abdomen, he did not bow his head, but turned the dagger and stabbed the demon spirit in the shoulder.

A pleasure piercing into the flesh reached Sersi's right hand, but no screams were heard, and the Banshee Spirit who was close at hand gave Sersi a wicked grin, and she had just raised her right hand with sharp claws, when suddenly a black feather arrow pierced her right hand, and the huge piercing force brought the right hand that was raised in mid-air to the left shoulder of the demon spirit.

Sersi dragged the black steel sword in his left hand and flashed back half a position, he looked down at the wound in his abdomen, and then immediately held the sword in both hands and stabbed it into the demon spirit's abdomen.

The black steel sword shone through the beams of sunlight from the window, and the dazzling blue light continued to flash on the thick sword, and when Sersi saw that the tip of the sword was about to pierce into the demon's abdomen, he suddenly stumbled and almost fell to the floor.

He looked at the wall in horror and realized that he had actually passed through the spirit.

"Selsi—"

Kenny roared, a long tail note accompanied by the sound of Aiden pulling the bowstring.

A few steps away, the Banshee stood behind Sercy, red claws already striking his neck. (To be continued.) )