He silently approached the end of the line and found a seemingly ordinary warrior. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 Info's razor-sharp 'White Fang' easily severed his belt, allowing the jug to fall into his hands. He shook it slightly, making sure there was still a lot of liquid in the pot. The next thing is to get out of here and analyze the liquid.

A sharp sound of breaking through the air was heard. Instinctively, he turned his body sideways, and a sharp sword aura grazed his ear, leaving a bloody mark on his cheek.

Sean felt his heart tighten violently. The attack was so familiar that he knew who was attacking him, even without looking up. The footsteps that should have retreated immediately involuntarily stopped. He slowly raised his sword, ready for the next attack.

"Alaia ......"

The silver-haired woman did not answer. The effects of the invisibility spell had not yet dissipated, and her gaze seemed to have broken through magic, staring directly into Sean's face. Although her eyes were not shining, the way she held her sword and the way she approached were the same as when she was the commander of the Third Legion.

Alaya Ping raised her rappier. Sean narrowed his eyes and silently recited Mar's prayer in his heart. Even though he knew that Mar had fallen, this prayer could still calm his mind.

-- Time is like a long river, and there is no return. There is a way to enter, and if you stop, you are lost. Don't be timid, don't flinch, don't hesitate. If you are greedy for life, you will die, and if you die, you will live.

The rapier burst through the air. The silver-haired captain's attacks were as swift as ever, but Sean's swordsmanship was no less impressive. What's more, he is already familiar with the opponent's attacking methods. Sean leaned slightly, and his long sword was pointed at the silver-haired woman's right ribs, trying to force her to withdraw her sword and parry, or to avoid the edge for a while.

However, Alaya stabbed with a lightning sword again, completely unconcerned about the sharp blade approaching her body. Sean had to do his best to twist his body and avoid the consequences of losing both. In this way, he suddenly fell into passivity in terms of rhythm. The woman's way of attacking without regard for her own safety also makes it more difficult for him to avoid injury to himself or the other person.

This will not work. Before, he still had the idea of confirming the strength of the other party, but now that he learned that Alaya's swordsmanship was as usual, it became a problem to get out and leave. He didn't know why the rest of the warriors were just standing from a short distance and watching, but he couldn't ignore them, and he had to make sure that he was out of the way.

At the moment of life and death, there is no need to talk about retaining any strength. Sean brace himself and try to catch the opponent's attack, then look for a strong stab from the opponent, and use the longsword to parry the rapier while reciting the incantation.

“El、vensa-ello。”

The magic of the wind enveloped his left fist, glowing with a cyan glow. He stepped closer, swinging his fist into his opponent's abdomen as he unleashed the wind of compressed mana. At that moment, he saw the female legionnaire raise her left arm, and a dull gray glow on it—

Sean did his best, using his longsword grid to point at the position of the opponent's left arm. With a muffled thud, the unhit mana turned into a storm, pushing Alaya back a few steps. He lifted his sword and saw that the blade, which should have shimmered with silver, was now covered in black spots and rust.

It was Maar's magic. He didn't know why the other party had retrieved the ability to perform the Divine Destruction Technique, but it was enough to know that. Sean narrowed his eyes and stared at the other party, ready to walk away quickly. But the familiar voice made him stop again.

"-Good job, Mr. Legionnaire?"

It was Alaya's voice, but not her tone. Sean took two steps back, staring warily ahead. There was a slight clapping of applause in the air, and a Iter in pitch-black leather armor appeared from a position that should have been empty more than ten meters away from him.

"It seems that during this time, Mr. Legion Commander has not abandoned swordsmanship." The voice that was exactly the same as Alaya came from the mouth of the Ites, which made him a little creepy, but fortunately, the other party immediately changed to a carefree male voice, "Okay, don't have that expression. I'm not here to trouble you! ”

Sean stared at him calmly and didn't reply. The soldiers of that force, including Alaya, simply stood still, seemingly completely ignoring the two men.

"Introduce yourself, I'm Hughes, I don't lie to you!" The Ites patted their chests, "You've heard of this name, haven't you?" Anyway, if you leave now, I'll never see you!" ”

Sean struggled to analyze the message contained in the sentence. Of course, he knew the name of "Phantom" Hughes, and judging from everything just now, he was the companion of Cullen and the "Wolf Shepherd", and Alaya and the others were controlled by him. But why did he let himself go, was it some kind of bad taste?

"Hey, you must be thinking something bad about me, I know." Hughes saw through his thoughts at a glance, and spread his hands helplessly, "Thinking too much, but you have to become bald!" I think you're very pleasing to the eye, so let you go, it's as simple as that. He narrowed his eyes, his dark eyes concealing Sean's utterly undecipherable intentions, "War is hard to change by one person anyway - well, wouldn't it be interesting if it did?" ”

Well, that's what he wants. Whether the Ites were friend or foe, it was a good thing that they could leave safely. He took one last look at Alaya's expressionless face, then turned and walked away quickly.

He soon went to the nearest town, found a fairly clean inn, asked for a single room, and took a few plates from the owner. He unscrewed the lid of the flask and carefully poured out some of the liquid inside.

The liquid is dark brown and slightly transparent, giving off an enticing sweetness that makes Sean even feel the urge to taste it. He knew it couldn't—it might be a good medicine for the body, but it was more likely to be harmful, and the smell didn't mean anything. If it affects the minds of Alaya and the others, no one can guarantee that it won't affect them in the same way.

He tried to analyze the composition of those liquids using the secret art of analytical, which he was not very good at. There is no way to conclude other than to be sure that it is not a product of pure occult art.

There was a crisp tapping from the glass window. He got up and walked over and opened the window. A white falcon landed lightly to the ground, shook its feathers, and reverted to a silver-haired girl.

"When we first met, I was Eska, Yuffie and Lynn's companions." She happily introduced herself, "Looks like you've found something and need me to inform them?" ”

Sean nodded, re-screwed the flask, and handed it to the girl, "Maybe that's what made those people lose their minds, bring it to them." He looked at the girl's face, not showing much exhaustion, "When did you start following me?" ”

"Probably...... Two days ago? The girl tilted her head and thought for a moment, "I just glance at you every once in a while, and I just saw what happened before." She patted her chest, "You're too risky, I'm just thinking about how to get you out!" ”

"Thank you for your concern." He sincerely thanked the girl, "I'm sorry for you. ”

The girl waved her hand absentmindedly, put the flask into the purse around her waist, and flew out of the window as a white falcon.

Sean closed the window. It was only then that he felt the fatigue come like a tidal wave, almost drowning him completely. He barely drank some water to rinse his mouth, threw himself on the bed, and quickly fell asleep.

In his dream, he returned to the days when the Crow Knights were still intact, and he had just taken over as its leader. Isaac, Pierce, Alaya, Gustin, Cathy, and Chief Priest Moore and the members of the regiment were all by his side. There are no unsolvable enemies and strife, and everyone is doing their part for the Order while pursuing the future they want.

A calm and reassuring life as if it had never been changed, as it were.