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Chapter 561: The Hardest Choice to Make (2)

When Alector heard this, he thought it was really ridiculous, as if he had never seen happiness, all it was endless pain and suffering, and that man must have been whimsical, enjoying happiness and imagining the life of the inferior blood. She shook her head, "The person who said this must not have suffered. ”

Dolores shook his head slightly, "No, the person who spoke was subjected to the greatest torture and suffering, but she was the strongest woman I have ever met. ”

"Who is she?" Alecto wondered if such a happy lady of the Minister of Justice was not like someone who had seen any suffering, and that the nobles had really tasted what she had suffered.

"Moro Ales, our leader." Dolores spoke softly, but noticed that the child next to him was a little unusual.

She clenched her fists and restrained her trembling body from Dolores seeing her abnormality, but her eyes couldn't stop reddening, which was a sign of anger.

Swindler.

How could she have experienced suffering after plundering everything, but deceiving the people with such words in a condescending tone? For Alexto, she is the one who causes suffering.

"You can go and meet her when you have a chance, she's my best friend." Dolores was perhaps a little thrilled to know that she had been pardoned by Moro, so he continued.

Dolores was still talking, her tone was full of tenderness and pride, she didn't notice that Alecto's eyes suddenly changed from blood red to water blue, every time she was angry or excited, there would be such a change, but she never knew it.

"Kill Dolores." Adler's words were repeated over and over again in her ear.

She didn't want to, but she couldn't, Adler, who had recovered to a soul, seemed to be more frightening than that ugly, abnormally useless old woman.

Maybe it was too tired, or maybe it was the snooze of a pregnant woman, Dolores fell asleep as he spoke.

She stared at Dolores' sleeping face, her hands on her slightly bulging lower abdomen, so peaceful, so relaxed vigilance, this was the best moment to start.

The pretty face of Moro came to her mind, and it became hideous, terrifying, and distorted in her mind. But even so, does the misfortune she has caused herself really have to be compensated by the pain of others?

The bright tip of the silver dagger trembled in her hand and was only a millimeter away from piercing Dolores's chest, she could imagine the feeling of blood spurting, she was still hesitating, because she would never have a chance to get out of killing Dolores like this, she might never be able to enter the Ales Military Academy, she didn't want to be a victim just like this, and she would never end living in exile like this.

She hesitated, thinking, there was no way to stick the dagger into her chest as cleanly as she had killed the six men.

She hesitated when she heard the glass window open, and a black figure flashed in, and the dagger was already coming straight at Dolores in a silver light.

Dolores was awakened, and before she could react, Alector subconsciously flew out with a dagger, she didn't expect to succeed, the dagger pierced the man's shoulder and pierced into the windowsill.

Even so, the man's movements continued, and the dagger of his other hand was already pierced into Dolores' lower abdomen, blood gushing out, like a blood-colored fountain.