Eliad sat at the table with a not very good face, a little gloomy, and the report in his hand showed that the bone harp had sounded once in the ghetto, causing a lot of panic in the ghetto, alarming many people in the ghetto who wanted to get the holy artifact. Moro had used the bone harp, and there was only one situation in which she was in danger, at least a life-threatening danger. At the beginning, she was given the bone qin, just to save her life, and now it may mean exposure, which is also expected. It is not bad that there is no news that Moro is in distress or captured, after all, it is an experience, and he can't interfere too much.

At this moment the door opened, but it was Adler, who put away his gloomy expression and returned to normal, closed the report, and looked up at her intentions.

"I'm back."

Adler sat down at his table with one hand on the table, his lips almost touching his face. is a charming woman, but at the moment it is even more sultry.

"Missed me?" She pursed her red lips and held Eliade's face, few of them were so bold, but she was an exception.

Eliad was silent and did not respond, sitting quietly to see how she reacted next. Seeing that he shouldn't, Adler tentatively went further, and this time directly bit his earlobe.

"Let go." Eliad pushed her away and was already on her feet.

Adler glanced at the report on the table and flipped through it quickly.

"Worried about Morro?"

"I don't think you can flip through the stuff on my desk right now." Eliad had stopped.

"You're so cold." Adler jumped off the table, "But that's how I love your cold look now. ”

"Don't take my tolerance for indulgence."

"Oh? I don't quite understand, so I'll ask Lord Eliad to make it clear. Adler looked at Eliade's backlit backlight.

Eliad continued to walk towards the door, and when he reached the door, he coldly dropped a sentence, "Don't forget who you are in the Demon Party." ”

The palace of Ales was very large, and Eliade felt bored, and before he knew it, he walked to Moro's room, hesitated and pushed open the door of the room.

The room was darkly lit, and there was a faint smell of iris in the air, not like it had not been lived in for ten years. But she hasn't come back once in ten years, and even if there is a holiday in the academy, she has hinted that she can come back on vacation, and she hasn't come back once.

I asked Ethan to secretly send something to her, and when I asked her, she only said that there were many rules in the palace, so forget it.

Her instructor, Dylan, also asked him, and she said she didn't want to disappoint herself because she would be angry and upset to see her.

Although Eliad did not admit it, he did relent, and he treated her harshly and harshly with her, but he did not expect that one day she would want to leave him.

Dylan's words rang in his ears repeatedly, "She said she wanted to leave Ales. ”

He was really scared, he was afraid that he would never see his daughter again, so he ran to the academy to see her the day before the experience, wanting to care about her, but he didn't know how to care.

He suddenly felt like a failure.

She tossed and turned under her whip and endured the pain, not even daring to make a sound, she was so aggrieved that she looked at herself like a wounded and helpless little beast.

Later, she asked herself if she didn't know if it was a blessing or a curse to be born as your child, why she didn't want to let herself go, if she could kill her and give her a good time, and stop torturing her.

Even so, he never thought that his daughter, who had raised him for twenty years, could not stand his strict requirements and sneered from time to time, in fact, she had done a good job in all aspects. In fact, she was far from being able to compare to this child in her twenties, and she did everything to her best in order to satisfy herself.

Picking on her own and scolding her for being a waste, it's not that she didn't see the loss on her face.

He was just too scared, the women he loved left him one after another, his daughter bore all the sins and his wrath, and he himself had never smiled at her after the age of seven, and had not spoiled her for a day.

"Ethan, you don't have to send someone to find her, I don't think I gave birth to this child." His voice was tired, old Ethan had never heard before.

"Your Excellency...... Why should you? ”

"She's right, what's so good about being born as my Eliade's child, either beaten or punished, she likes Mister and let her stay there, but if she's willing...... Forget it, she probably doesn't want to come back. Eliade's sorrow slowly diffused, like some kind of mockery.

"My lord, are you willing?"

"I don't count if I'm reluctant to give up, it's the best time to leave Ales, she has never appeared in the Demon Party, no one knows who she is, it's better to leave now." Eliade had ruled the Demon Party for many years, but for the first time, he realized that he could not control his daughter, who was in her twenties.

There was also a father in the room who gently told bedtime stories to his favorite child, and the father was willing to give the child in his arms the whole world.

But there are also many days and nights in front of this table, she licks her wounds alone, dresses her wounds with medicine, and then the next day the scab heals the wound will be punished again for cracking, and at the end of the day's training at night, she writes her homework little by little with her hand that has been beaten by the whip, and if the blood sticks to the paper, she has to start all over again, and she is so tired that she can't hold it and falls asleep on the table, and she will wake up in the middle of the night by nightmares, and then continue to memorize and do her homework in case of the next day's investigation. Every day, every day in the palace.

He knows it all.

The furnishings in the room had not changed for twenty years, everything was as beautiful as it had been twenty years ago, he remembered the joy she felt when she was born, as if she wanted to stuff the whole world into the little body in her arms, every thing and furnishing in the room was picked by himself, the room was still the same room, and the rest had long since become unrecognizable, full of devastation, and could never be repaired. Now that she is no longer seven, he is not the father who dotes on his daughter.

But this time, I'll let you go.

Morrow slept with some headaches, too much sleep and some lethargy, as weak as a human being. It was a little late, she was only living in this small room for two days, she was not a person who wanted to be restrained, she wanted to go out for a walk. Although the two legs landed a little sore, she was able to walk after getting used to it, she thought that she should be able to leave here in a day or two, she saw that she was changed into a loose men's shirt that could cover her thighs, she slowly held the bed to the door, clicked and opened the door, only opened a little, fortunately she was not a prisoner here, and the door was not locked.

The door was open, and she stood barefoot in the doorway, looking a little helpless, because there were people outside, and there was more than one.

"Ha, Lorenzo hid a woman in the house?" The two men in the room were already looking at her, as if they wanted to see her through.

"What a beauty." The person who spoke was dressed in a black military uniform and looked of high grade.

Is it the military of the secret party?

"I don't know what to call it, Miss Beauty." This time, it was a young man dressed gorgeously, and his face was somewhat similar to that of the man.

"Lorenzo is not notoriously picky." The young man looks delicate and cute, and his voice is childish.

"This woman is impeccable."

She really didn't expect that there would be someone outside the door, he always thought that he lived alone, and now this situation is really very embarrassing, but it doesn't seem to be her character to turn around and run.

"Who allowed you to come out?" A cold, familiar voice was already ringing by the other door.

"Brother. You're really in the mood to secretly hide such a woman behind Leonard's back. "It's a tease from my brother.

"Shut up, Enzo."

The man had already walked over, "I told you you weren't allowed to move, you're so daring." His face was very cold.

"Brother, why are you so fierce, do you understand the pity of the fragrance and the jade?" The gorgeously dressed man laughed.

Lorenzo ignored him, he had already picked her up sideways, and she had already given up struggling as soon as her body was light, "Wait, it's so stuffy in the room, I just want to come out and breathe." ”

She could almost feel the surprise in the two pairs of eyes behind her.

"Yes." He agreed, but he didn't stop, "I don't wear shoes, I'm reckless." His face was so cold that a layer of frost hung on it.

Rudely threw her on the bed, she curled up in pain, he grabbed a piece of clothing and threw it to her, dropping a sentence, "Pack up and come out." He had already turned away.

Moro was amazed at how well soundproofed this room was, and that there were people outside who could not detect it even by his own hearing, and when he got dressed and tied his hair, he found that there was an enchantment in this room, and he was unaware of it, and he was ashamed of the strength of his own observation that was so insensitive to his own observation.

hesitated in front of the door, looked down and looked at this dress seemed to be more suitable, just a relatively simple white dress, no additional decoration, very tightly wrapped, the cut and material were good, but it was in line with her taste in picking clothes. Finally, the door was opened, and the two people outside the door had not spoken much, as if they had been taught a lesson.

"This is Enzo, this is Orlando, Enzo is my brother, Orlando is my companion."

Since it was his companion who wore the military uniform, he might have been one of the generals of the secret party.

"Hello." Moro reluctantly said hello, considering whether to say his name, it didn't seem polite not to say his name, and saying it was almost telling someone who he was.

Thinking about it, the man had already spoken, "What do you drink, but you can't drink now, whether you're hungry or not, how about sucking some blood?" ”

"Okay." She sat down next to her, but the atmosphere was actually a little awkward, because the two people opposite were constantly looking at her, looking at her a little uncomfortable.

"Miss looks very familiar, where have we met?" Enzo on the side couldn't help but speak, perhaps forgetting the man's lesson just now.

"Nope." She refused, because she knew almost no one from the other party.

"We don't have such a beautiful woman in our secret party." The man known as Enzo spoke, "Demon people? "Apparently he seems to be more cheerful than Orlando, and his face is more delicate, but he is a brother but he is completely different from a man, one is like an angel, and the other is a fallen angel in hell.

She was about to open her mouth to answer, but the man had already handed the blood in front of him, and then turned back and said to the two of them lightly, "Enough is enough, you can go." The man has unceremoniously ordered the eviction.

"I'm the one who disturbed you, maybe I'm the one who should go." She put down her empty cup and was ready to get up.

"Sit down." The man is still an unreserved order.

"Miss has time to come to Fanzhuo to play." Before leaving, Enzo didn't forget to throw a wink at her, looking very playful.

The two of them just left, she looked at him with a little confusion, but did not speak.

"What do you want to ask?"

"I'm sorry, I think I'm sorry for you." It is not a question that is spoken.

"It doesn't matter. The two of them are not outsiders, and they won't say it if they want to. ”

"Thank you."

"Thanks for what?"

"The clothes fit perfectly."

"Whatever you want." The man said casually.

In fact, Moro wanted to say more, thinking that each other seemed to be deliberately avoiding their identities, and it was just an accident to bump into his brother and companion today, although he was extremely curious about him, he also knew how to be measured, and after a while she would leave, maybe Roland would find her.

"You feel bored?"

"Yes."

"It's dangerous outside, you've used the bone harp once, and now the people who want the holy weapon are already looking crazy outside, it's safest in my enchantment, I'm afraid I can't take you out."

"It's okay I know, it's good to be out there."

The man slept with her, but he didn't make any other movements, he always got up early and slept late.

The seventy-seven-eighty-eight she guessed in her heart might be some high-level of the secret party, but the high-level of the secret party were all in the royal city of the secret party, Fanzhuo, so she always seemed to be unable to know who he was.

But the last time he came was Enzo, the name was familiar, but he couldn't remember who it was, he said that Enzo was his brother, and her mind was blank as if she had lost her memory.

Sometimes someone would come in and give him some papers, and these people would walk in and out without any superfluous movements, and the rules were extremely strict.

He removed the barrier from her room, perhaps suggesting that she could come out and move around. She tentatively walked out of the room and saw him working.

"Hungry?" He looked up at her with a bewildered expression, and thought it was funny.

She nodded, and sat down on the couch to herself.

"If you're bored, you can read a book." He gestured to the bookshelf behind him.

She hesitated for a moment and walked over, the bookshelves were not very large, they were very high, and there were many books, most of them were military and political, but there were also very few picture books and novels.

She wanted to get a picture book, but the book was a bit tall and behind him. She walked around behind him, stood on tiptoe, and could just touch the corner of the spine, and as soon as she took it, the not-so-light album fell and hit the back of the man's head impartially, and then fell to the ground with a loud bang.

"Ah...... I'm sorry...... I'm sorry, I'm sorry. She apologized weakly, but it didn't seem to change anything. She couldn't help but think that she had always been cautious, and she didn't know why she met this man and did everything she did like a child.

The man slowly turned his head to look at her, staring at her, frowning, and not speaking. It seems that it is the first time that a woman dares to hit him on the head with a book in so many years.

"Does it hurt?" She stretched out her hand at a loss and just touched his hair, but he grabbed her wrist, and the force was a little too strong, and he almost broke her wrist.

He snorted coldly, as if disdainful.

He wouldn't be angry.

He seems to be too presumptuous, he won't kick himself out, right? It seems too embarrassing for him to kick himself out now, although he wants to leave, but ...... She thought childishly, and the man just stood up and picked up the album and handed it to her, asking her, "Want this?" ”

"Hmm." She nodded, looking pleading.

He read her expression in his eyes, and there was a smile in his eyes.

Unexpectedly, he just nodded and continued to work.

The atmosphere became awkward, and she took the album at a loss and walked back to the couch.

She watched intently, and had nothing to do to sneak a few glances at the working man. He worked so hard that he didn't notice that she was looking at him. His face was horribly pale, the second person she had ever seen so pale, the first being Eliade. The stronger the blood clan, the paler the skin, the lower the body temperature will be, the moment this man touches him, his blood is almost frozen, you can imagine how strong he should be, he pursed his thin lips as if thinking about something, his clothes are spotless, meticulously buttoning his shirt to the Adam's apple There seems to be no extra folds, his dark blue eyes flow with emotions that she can't understand, as if they contain everything, and people can't see anything. His angular profile was blurred by the light, so that it looked less serious and cold, and the light carved a junction on his face, making him more resolute, as quiet as the elaborate sculpture of a painter in the catalogue. His fingers were jointed, pale and slender, and he held the pen firmly as if he were writing something on paper. He wore the same black military uniform as Orlando's behind him, with silver buttons that she had never seen him wear before, for she was always sleeping when he went out, and she thought she should be handsome in it. There were no epaulettes on his uniform to indicate his grade, and he may have been so high that he didn't need to use epaulettes to indicate it.

What was she thinking, she shook her head and continued to stare at the album, but she didn't notice that the man was staring at her with a complicated expression, hooking the corners of his mouth.

A picture album was not too thick, and she looked at it intently and didn't care that he sat down next to her.

"You like to look at paintings?" She was startled, when he came, she didn't notice it at all.

"Hmm. This painter paints very well, I like it very much. She spoke, touching the paper with her fingers, as if she could touch the brushstrokes of the paintings, "I have heard that he lived in poverty and poverty when he was uncared for, and it was not until after his death that these paintings were not found to be valuable, but what was the use, he himself would never see them." His madness or silence was all condensed in these paintings, but he knew how sad it was for people at the time to dislike his paintings and not approve of his paintings. She seemed a little sad, her fingers already resting on the next page.

"These colors are unique in the present, according to the change of light and shadow to show different effects, a flower and a leaf he seems to be random but harmoniously intertwined, no painter like him painted irises so cold, gray, but beautiful not real, but these flowers are like a ......" she remembered something, did not continue.

He continued as if he didn't care, ignoring her unusually surprised expression, "like those iris in the palace of Ales, blooming in the snow, cold and noble, not as kitsch as the flowers of mundane things." ”

"Have you seen the irises in the palace of Ales?" She couldn't help but ask.

"Saw it once and it was beautiful. Even if it has no scent, because her beauty no longer needs any other attachments to attract others. ”

She shouldn't have asked any more, after all, there are still many boundaries that can't be broken, she kept her mouth shut.

"These flowers are indeed beautiful, but ......" he said no more, and suddenly grabbed her wrist and pressed her underneath, the cold breath lingering in her ears.

She frowned, closed her eyes tightly, as if she was enduring something, and she shivered like a frightened rabbit, and turned her head away as if she had avoided even struggling.

After a long time, he didn't make any movements, he seemed to be looking at her, looking at her nervous appearance with nowhere to go, her white and almost transparent skin was slightly red, even the long eyelashes that hung down seemed to be frightened and trembled slightly, her bloodless lips were tightly pursed into a straight line, and she was extremely slender under her, as if she could crush her with a little more force, and it took a long time to let go of her, a chuckle, as if contempt.

"The way you look doesn't interest me at all, little thing."

Without waiting for her to refute, he spoke again, "It's not interesting to look at the album in the house, you go to the closet in the inner room to get a piece of clothing to change into, and I'll take you to see the original." ”