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Chapter 47: Threats

"Subordinates, see your lordship." It is always the same opening remark, and he strictly follows the etiquette and tone of the subordinates to the superiors in the palace, and does not dare to loosen up in the slightest. She tried to straighten her back as much as she could, even though the whiplash on her back was still severe, which was undoubtedly more tormenting.

"Healed?" Eliad never looked up, signed his name on the paper, and threw out a sentence.

“…… Be. ”

Eliad glanced at her again, black shirt and black trousers, tightly wrapped around her slender body, showing no scars. She had always been like this, never showing the wound, which was a faux pas, but the whiplash wound on the slender wrist could be faintly seen from the slightly loose cuffs.

She seemed to realize that Eliad had seen her cuffs, and pulled down a little ungracefully, and said, "My lord, this is a subordinate's reflection book on Enko's war. ”

"Put it down." Eliad raised his hand and nodded on the table.

She stepped forward and handed the report with both hands, stood up straight and spoke, "That'...... If the adult is fine, the subordinate will retire. She just wanted to escape, afraid that Eliad would continue to give her instructions.

Eliad saw her panic, sighed in her heart, and said helplessly, "Take it." ”

Eliad tossed her a metal flask.

Mo Luo caught it, but he took another wound, his eyebrows twisted in pain, and he was afraid of being seen by Eliad, and his expression returned to his original state in an instant.

Eliad saw everything in his eyes, and regretted it very much, if he handed it to her, wouldn't he have to suffer this pain?

"Drunk." I prepared it in the morning and wanted someone to send it over, but I was afraid that others would know.

Moro pulled the lid and a thick blood surged up, emitting bursts of irrepressible coldness, and it didn't take much thought to know that it was Eliad's blood.

She lowered her eyes, and her expression darkened, "My subordinates should be punished for doing something wrong and losing the battle, and they don't dare to waste the blood of adults." ”

She bowed her head and offered the flask with both hands, looking respectful.

Eliad was faintly angry when she saw her appearance, so she threatened, "Don't drink, you can kneel here." ”

Moro couldn't understand the threat in Eliad's mouth, and sighed in his heart and fell to his knees, thinking that he really had nothing to do. Eliad was even more angry, is this child really against himself everywhere and can't get along with his own body?

Eliad stood in front of her, and Morrow's heart was cold, what are you going to do here? The body involuntarily trembled slightly.

Ilya said angrily, "I let you drink it, don't you understand?" Stand up! ”

She stood up with her hands on the ground, her scarred wrist that was handcuffed was not hard at all, and she fell to the ground again, and she snorted in pain from the wound, and then curled up slightly on the ground in pain, and then seemed to realize that she had lost her grace and wanted to get up again, but it was only in vain to struggle for a while.

"Waste." Eliad scolded her in a low voice, then reached out and picked her up.

Before Morrow understood what Eliad was going to do, she had already been placed on the table, Morrow was stunned that she was so old, and Eliade still put her on the table like when she was a child?

It was a distant memory, the same punishment for kneeling, and he couldn't stand up after kneeling for a long time, and Eliad seemed to pick himself up and put it on the same table, as if he had rubbed his bruised knees.

It's been so long that I can't even remember.