The girl cried even more aggrieved, and her tears fell like a light rain in early autumn. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info She didn't speak, she didn't reach out to wipe her tears, she just kept her head down, as if she was thinking about how to spend the last night of her life.

"Stand down, and remember to bring the door. Shelt had leaned unconsciously to his desk, and the girl didn't stop him, maybe not even paying attention to his movements. He faced the girl, his right hand clenched his sword behind his back, and now he had no need to worry about the girl's sudden attack.

The girl continued to sobb for a short while, and finally began to move towards the door. She walked to the door naked, leaving a lonely pile of gowns on the floor. Shield, staring at her bare back, quietly drew his saber and cautiously approached her. The closer the girl got to the door, the slower her pace became, as if there was still a glimmer of hope. It wasn't until the cold tip of the sword pressed against her spine that she stopped.

"Will you take my humble life now? Give me a pleasure, and I will be grateful to you. The girl said calmly, no longer with the slightest fluke. That bland state of mind that is desperate to the extreme, vaguely arouses Shelt's long-buried sympathy.

Maybe she wasn't an Assassin, after all, no Assassin would be stupid enough to expose his back to his enemies without reservation, let alone allow them to hold their swords against them. Moreover, Kraft was as timid as a mouse, and always tried his best to curry favor with the forces that oppressed him, and he was afraid that he would not dare to send assassins to assassinate the right-hand man of Prince Barnett. Moreover, as far as Alballard was concerned, the quality of the maiden was so great that Kraft could have left her to the other invaders, and there was no reason why this defeat would kill her. But the ships docked in the old port of Crescent Island don't make sense.

Shelt's mind was in disarray, and he struggled to figure out the logic that sounded. He knew that all the confusion was caused by compassion, and finally made a decision that surprised him. "You better go, good luck to you and your sister. Shellt put away his sword and said coldly, "Also, please apologize to her on my behalf." ”

The girl hesitated for a moment, then stepped into the not-so-bright hallway. Shelt seemed to hear her snort, and seemed to hear her curse viciously. He shook his head vigorously, looked up again at the girl who had disappeared into the dim corner—the back of a condemned prisoner on his way to the execution ground—and finally silently closed the door.