Ola's eyelids grew heavier and heavier as the carriage swayed, and she had only intended to unite her eyes, but she fell uncontrollably into a dream. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 In her sleep, she vaguely saw that the elf who everyone was sheltering, Akachi, was walking slowly north with Egg and several strangers in white robes. His face lost the flirtatious smile, he frowned slightly, and his green eyes, always with a casual color, were full of sorrow. He looked very haggard, and like another elf known to Ora, he pressed one of his clenched fists to his heart. He closed his eyes, and his brow furrowed even tighter.

Aura awoke suddenly, and found herself alone in the parked carriage, which was very dark, and someone had put a dress on her. She lifted the curtain and looked out the window, and saw that the carriage was parked on a hillside where a mill was built, and because of the lack of wind, the four blades of the mill were completely stationary.

Ola turned to the window on the other side of the carriage, and saw the lights of the houses under the hillside one after another, and Diredo, leaning against the outside of the car wall, was looking intently at the distant scenery.

Noticing Ola's gaze, Diredo took two steps closer to the window, he knocked on the window and said, "When you wake up, change your clothes and come with me, the clothes are all in the car, turn them over yourself." ”

After saying that, he turned his head and continued to tilt his neck in a daze.

Ola noticed that the five finger prints on Diredo's face were still faintly visible, and his appearance in a daze was quite hurtful.

Ola didn't let DeLay wait long before getting out of the car. Seeing that the girl had quickly changed a smoky dress into a slightly larger casual dress, Diredo couldn't help but glance at it, and this look seemed to Ola's eyes with a bit of displeasure. Ola gave Diredo a questioning look, but he turned and shuffled towards the mill.

Dilledo stopped in front of the mill and held out his hand towards the mill's door.

"As soon as this door opens, there's really no turning back. Don't you think about it anymore?" he asked abruptly and turned back.

Ola stared at DiLedo without making a statement.

"Do you white sparrows like to bite the truth?"

Di Ledo simply turned around, the dim light made his face look dull, but unfortunately a five-finger print completely ruined the atmosphere that Di Ledo had hoped to create, and his face collapsed after only a moment of seriousness.

"Little sparrow on the flute! I know you're good at playing with bows, but do you know that what you're going to do involves a group of people who can play with bows? Can you prevent those real guys from shooting cold arrows at you, or shooting you like arrows? You can't speak!"

Diredo scratched his scalp like crazy.

"Okay! You're a variable anyway. ”

Diredo turned in resignation, and the rough-and-dry log door made of him made an ancient, gloomy sound.

"Let me count on you to make that group of realistic guys a little unrealistic!" he half-jokingly.

As the door opened, the interior of the mill was revealed in the light of the oil lamp, and a simple table and several wooden barrels were stacked on top of each other on the straw floor, and the grinding grooves connected to the conical grinding bucket almost attached to the ladder leading to the upper floor, everything seemed to be clear at a glance, but Ola felt a faint oppressive atmosphere. She followed Diredo into the mill, and the suffocating feeling grew stronger.

Ola vaguely listened to the sound of the whipping, and she looked around in a daze, not knowing where the sound was coming from, a feeling that reminded her of Bangera's prison. At this moment, Di Ledo bent down and opened a hidden trap door, only to hear the sound of splashing water suddenly coming from under the trap door, and Di Ledo also let out a cold snort.

At Diledo's motion, Ola lowered her head into the cellar to which the trapdoor led, and before she could stand up straight, she breathed in a cool breath at what she saw.

Fleg stood with his hands crossed and his back to her, and not far in front of him, a boy who was not yet an adult was lying on the cold bluestone floor.

The child was wearing only a shirt, and the fresh whip marks and the blood stains that had been soaked by the water had turned a thin undershirt into a tattered rag, and beside the child, several soldiers were surrounding him, one of them was not wearing a uniform jacket, and the cuffs of the shirt were also lifted above the elbow, and he used the whip to hold up the child's chin, as if he wanted to admire the other party's embarrassed appearance, the child took the opportunity to spit on a mouthful of blood in his face, and naturally received a few more lashes.

"Is this a lynching?"

Ola's eyes widened.

"What the hell does Flegg mean by letting me see this? Wait a minute......"

Ola subconsciously took a few steps forward, thinking that she had guessed who the child was lying on the ground. On his shoulder, which had not been properly dealt with and was now scarred, Aura recognized the arrow wound he had made. When Winnie's house fired two arrows, Ora didn't have time to care about the role of the sniper who tried to lock herself in the house, she just instinctively didn't kill her, and now, the results of her work were presented to her.

The child looked to be under seventeen years old, so why was there such a young child among the people who almost killed her?

Perhaps because of Ora's presence, Flegg waved his hand to stop the torturer.

"Tell me something, you know, that's what I want to hear. We are of the same race, so we don't have to be like this. Flegg began.

The child's shoulders fluttered and he gasped a few times.

"I won't say anything more to the traitors!"

He gritted his teeth and said, "You don't want to trap us in the forest, one day you will get the fate you deserve!"

"I have to say it a few times before you can understand that it is not the traitor who really trapped you in the forest, but the Drogris you worshipped!"

"You're scared, aren't you? It's a pity that your provocation is too far from what he gave us!"

"What did Drogris give you?" asked Flegg in a contemptuous tone.

"You're not qualified to call that man's name, he showed us a glimpse of heaven!" the boy was visibly irritated by Flleg's tone.

"Heaven, I'm afraid he gave you a glimpse of hell. ”

"The hell you are talking about is just a trial for us, and we will eventually ascend to heaven. And you, traitor, you will go to hell forever!" the child hissed.

Flegg shook his head helplessly.

"I'm looking forward to ......"

Before he could finish his sentence, the child lying on the ground suddenly became convulsive.

Ola swore it was the first time she had seen such a sign of madness. The child's limbs spasmed, and then he began to roll on the floor, crashing against the floor like a crawling insect and ant, a shocking act that made people feel so cold that even the people who had tortured him before couldn't help but retreat. Ola looked at the others in confusion again, and she noticed that Diledo was sighing with his eyes down, and Flegg looked a little colder on the side.

Flegg suddenly took out a bottle full of red powder from his bosom and handed it to the child, who stopped tossing and turning as if he were magical, and he raised his dirty face as he swayed all over his body, and his eyes were still a little stubborn before, and his eyes were now staring at the bottle in a daze.

"What Zogris calls Paradise, we call Paradise Red. Flegg said.

Ora's pupils narrowed, she had heard of Heavenly Red, the potion that first appeared in history as a result of the Seth War. At that time, the Saon people who were at an absolute disadvantage had to use this potion to overdraw their physical strength, and many mages relied on the excitement of Heavenly Red to cast spells for a long time to hold out until the moment when Starri retreated. However, Heavenly Red is an addictive poison that can even cause teratogenesis, and long-term or excessive use will make people hallucinate, lose judgment and even sudden death!

Ola looked at Flegg and shook his head in disbelief. Flegg didn't look at her, he bent slightly, spread the bottle of heavenly red in his hand, and lured the tormented child. The boy stretched out his hand towards the bottle with trembling arms, and no one stopped him.

"No!" Aura shouted inwardly.

She rushed forward and pushed Flegg away, and the child's "Paradise" fell to the ground and rolled into the corner, and he eagerly crawled in the direction of "Heaven Has Fallen", but Ola went around his back and grabbed him with all his might, and then Ola felt a sharp pain in his left arm.

Unable to break free, the boy grabbed Ora by the arm and bit it hard.

The sudden scene made everyone hold their breath and completely forget what to say. Flegg was the first to sigh, and he straightened up and led the others out of the cellar, while Dildedo remained, watching Ola caress the child's hair, which he didn't know whether wet or sweaty, and wordlessly comforted him. When the hardest stage was over, the child finally relented, and the whole person collapsed on top of Ola.

"Mommy......" he muttered, his lips twitching.