The night in Dawn City was frightened again, and the people, men and women, fat and thin, were shivering under the covers, and they didn't know which god to pray to, and God knew what was going on outside. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

The city under Coluna was silent where the soldiers' torches could not shine, and where the torches lit it boiled. The boiling was like a violent gust of wind, forcibly waking the whole city from its dead silence.

There are a few unfortunate people who happened to show up in the wrong place tonight, so they should be unlucky.

Killed on the spot or imprisoned and then executed? The horrific sight on the wall of atonement only inspired these innocent people to resist.

The land had drunk blood again, and lately it had drunk too much of this cheap and expensive slurry, so that the blood no longer seeped into the earth so quickly, but flowed incessantly on the stone-paved road.

When Aeoman and Audru evade their pursuers and quietly return to the underground vault of House Courant, the Believer, Zat, Sister Vivien Lina, Sister Maria, and Juliet are all there. It seems that they got out of the riot before it began.

"Aoman, it's you, boy! Great, you're not dead! How's it going outside? My father—what happened to them?" Aeoman recognized the young man who had taken off his mask and entered the room first, and rushed up to give him an aristocratic hug.

"Your Excellency, you have been wronged these days!" said Éoman and gave a military salute as he gently broke away from Zat's embrace. In fact, he didn't know anything about the outside world except for the fall of Dawn City.

The two soldiers began to discuss some strange questions that women could not understand, and Sister Vivien Lina had long since avoided them, and Sister Maria sat cross-legged nearby and drank tea with a cup of tea.

** Believers secretly curse the Light Angel believers in their hearts for violating the rules of the Angel Believers Church and easily showing their heads. On the surface, he quietly found a cup and took a sip of water, and when he looked up, he happened to look at Sister Maria, who smiled politely.

The boy hesitated a little when he stepped through the door, and then even when he entered the house, he quietly hid in a corner of the room, bowed his head and wiped the blood from his short sword, which had dried up and scorched—under the scorching heat of his "crimson sword."

"Little Ao!" Juliet caught a glimpse of the lonely shadow of the red-haired boy behind the noisy figures of the two soldiers, and ran over happily, and when they were reunited, she called him again as she had done in childhood. The red-haired boy dodged her like a plague.

"Go away! I'm a demon!" he hardened his heart and tried to make his tone more vicious, but the effect was not satisfactory.

"Hmm, yes...... Demons. Although Odru's voice was not loud, Zath heard it, and he asked Ooman, "Why did you bring this demon with you?"

"General...... I'm afraid there was some misunderstanding here......" Aoman carefully worded his words in his mind, and he winked at Odrew repeatedly. After all, the demon race is the embodiment of evil in the eyes of human beings, and many of the things that Uncle Martin said to him don't even know ** believers, who knew that this rectum said it in front of him.

"What?Demons?!" **The believer's reaction was half a beat slower, and only then did he hear clearly what the young man was saying in front of him, Sister Vivien Lina had already hid in the farthest place from Odru, and Sister Maria was sitting in place drinking tea.

Odru knew he had said the wrong thing, and he didn't dare to look at Aeoman and stared down at the dagger, Juliet standing a yard or two away from him, neither advancing nor retreating.

At this time, a slight noise from the door helped the red-haired boy a lot.

"Who?!" several men grabbed their weapons.

"Yo, boys, don't be nervous, it's me!" followed the voice of the blacksmith shopkeeper with his tall figure on his shoulder.

"Everyone is fine, it's fine~" Old Martin glanced at the people in the room and exhaled.

"No, Taylor is dead. "We see ......"

The blacksmith shop owner tapped him on the shoulder, and he stopped talking. The believer looked at old Martin with some wariness, and the blacksmith shop owner smiled and pulled out a gold-plated angel badge.

"Bootstrap ...... He who...... Lucas ......" said in a trembling voice, he didn't expect it to be the leader.

"Ah, Lucas, Lucas Hyde, I've heard the name, I've heard the legend of your secret fight against the Zabi King God of War Alliance!The Rogue Hero's Badge of Rochester!" Little Zatt was excited, although he had spent most of his short life in the barracks with his father, but admiring the legendary hero was the privilege of a young man!

"It's a blessing for the Zatt family, known as the 'Sword of the Wind', to be mentioned!" the blacksmith shop owner politely said, "But strictly speaking, I'm both the 'Angel of Dawn' and not the 'Night of Dawn'. I can't tell you the reason in detail, please forgive me!"

"It's okay! It's okay!" said little Zat, shaking his hand repeatedly, "I was able to come out alive this time, thanks to you!"

"Father, have you gotten rid of Musang?" Odru looked at the silver-haired elf on Old Martin's shoulder, he looked a little scary.

"Hmm...... Caught up, fought, the guy was wounded. Hey, nuns over there, come and see your husband!"

"He's not my husband, he's my partner!" Sister Vivien Lina glanced at him, but she still came over to take the silver-haired elf's body, and the blacksmith shop owner carefully helped her carry the silver-haired elf to the bed in the corner of the house.

"He was injured by Mu Sang Zhuo?" ** The believer saw the silver-haired elf's pale face and a trace of blood still hanging from the corner of his mouth. Not long ago, he was in prison and was shocked by the power of the elves.

"No, it seems to be a recurrence of an old disease, and he has no external injuries. Old Martin shook his head.

Sister Vivien Lina took out a pill for the silver-haired elf to swallow and massaged it in his chest.

"You...... Defeated Musan Excellence?" Aeoman looked at the blacksmith shopkeeper, as if he were intact.

"Count...... Right. Otherwise, how could the two of us have come back so smoothly?" old Martin winked at him.

"Oh, you're amazing! just like the legendary Juggernaut!"

"That's ~hum~ who am I!"

"Mu Sang Zhuo has a sword in his chest or a sword in his throat?"

"No, this guy is very fast, he slipped away~"

Here we go again! In the past, every time I listened to Odrew blow this pair, my head hurt. But this time, there are three points of joy, three parts of fear, and three parts of pride in my heart. Like all the young people of the Empire, little Zat had already worshipped this "Angel of the Dawn" to the ground.

The people in the room had already divided into several piles: Aeman, the Believer, and General Zatt were whispering something together, Sister Vivien Lina was tending to the sleeping silver-haired elf, and Sister Maria and Juliet were doing their chores. From time to time, the bar girl complained about her companion's clumsiness, and finally simply asked her to rest.

Odru's presence caused the air in the chamber to freeze for a moment. I don't know what Egman explained to the little Zat, but this time he didn't say anything, just stood away from him. Correspondingly, the believer and the two nuns were far away from him, and Juliet wanted to come over at first, but stood still after seeing the reactions of the people. She bit her lip and said nothing.

The room was separated by an invisible wall, with Odrew on one side and the others on the other. Only Euman stood slightly in the middle without embarrassment.

Everyone in the room was alive, but to Odru was dead. They all breathe, but won't talk to him anymore.

It's lonely in the middle of the city, colder than the snow and ice in winter.

yes, I'm not the same person as them, the red-haired boy thought to himself. He sat down in the farthest corner from them. Play with the magic dagger and streamer that his father passed down to him. This Mithril artwork bears his father's deep love and warms his frozen heart.

As the name suggests, the sharp blade reflects the candlelight of the chamber, like light flowing inside the dagger's body.

The long and narrow branches and flowers and leaves are concave furrows, which are cleverly connected as if they pierced into the human body. The crimson blood must have spurted smoothly from here.

Odrew was taken aback by his own thoughts. It seems that since he knew that he had demon blood, he would always think about something bloody unconsciously. He had given up, but he didn't know how to be born again. He wanted to make himself as ferocious as the demons mentioned in the "Holy Scripture", and he was tortured enough by his kindness.

I'm such a good-for-nothing wreck!

He thought dejectedly.

"Don't believe them, fools...... Everyone has their own ...... of justice"

After an unknown amount of time, Odrew got up and went to the next room. Even if he didn't speak here, no one else would talk, as if he was afraid that he would inhale poison gas as soon as he opened his mouth.

Aoman and Juliet looked at each other, and came out one after the other. They caught up with the lonely figure of the teenager and held hands as if they were children.

"Wood, I don't mind. Aoman said briefly, "Leave the others alone, we're brothers."

"Thank you!" Odrew's eyes turned red, and he said to himself in his heart, don't cry!

"Little Ao, I'm ......," Juliet spoke, and they walked into the next room, "...... I know you've always been a good person, so ......"

"I'm not for you!" Audru suddenly found himself emboldened on a question he had previously been shy about. He said what was on his mind straightforwardly.

“...... Is it......" Juliet said in a voice as thin as a gnat, the dream of a bar girl is nothing more than to find a reliable husband and live a comforting life, and the pursuit of happiness is everyone's right, isn't it?

Audru looked at Ioman and then at Juliet. Sincerely, he said, "I know that Aoman has always liked you. I wish you all happiness!"

With that, he left, and closed the door.

The girl had never seen Oeman's face so red, and she looked at the restless young man, and her own face turned red.

Odrew said...... Is it true?" asked Juliet in an inaudible voice, and we knew that Aoman had excellent hearing.

Wow! This problem that used to torment wood has now found itself! Can you win the battle here, O Lord God Almighty?

"I ...... I...... You know, when I was a kid, I used to play tricks on you...... That's because ......"

Stupid, when did your mouth become so stupid, Aoman! he cursed himself in his heart, but it was hard to continue.

“...... It's because ...... It's because ......"

Juliet reached out and took his hand, and said softly:

"You know, since we were kids, the three of us didn't separate each other. At that time, I preferred him more because it was safer to stay with him. Now ......"

Aoman's face flushed all at once, and he flicked his hand away, breaking away from the bar girl's wrist.

"I don't want it!" he yelled angrily, "I'm the young lord of the Roman family!Lord of Iron Shield City!!I don't want to be treated as a substitute!I don't want to be pitied!!I ......"

He waved his hand, choking in his throat.

Juliet was overwhelmed by his sudden rage, and she knew she had inadvertently hurt another childhood friend's heart. She didn't dare to cry, but tears flowed silently. She sat down on the ground and watched Aeoman jerk around and stride toward the door.

Juliet began to sob and cry, and she felt that the Virgin had abandoned her, that everyone had abandoned her, that the world had abandoned her!

What will I do in the future?, Juliet thought with tears in her eyes. Aoman pushed the door open and closed the door to her heart.

Aoman stopped at the door. The door was already open, and he could walk out at any time. The cry rang out, like a thousand chisels piercing his heart.

Whoever sees his face now will surely be infected with the pain in his heart.

A woman's cry can sometimes be an indestructible weapon for a man, just as any strong rock fortress can be overrun by flowing water.

Love is the wild horse that escapes.

Aoman stomped his foot and punched the wall hard. He strode back.

"Woman! You're the rope that binds the man!"

He uttered the words hoarsely in a battle trumpet-like voice, and stretched out his arms to hug her tightly.