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Bright purple lightning snaked like a snake across the sky.

367 A.D., Year of the Summer Night, Echton Empire, Field Family Mansion.

Elvis, a knight at the pinnacle of silver, was slowly pushing open the door of this century-old mansion, the steel scabbard at his waist reflecting cold light under the rain and lightning.

But the inside of the mansion was dim, as if there was no one alive.

But Elvis knew that here, the Field family, there was still one last member left - and at this moment, the second son of Field, who was disabled in both legs and unable to cultivate, must be in this old Western-style mansion.

And the purpose of the knight's trip today is precisely to kill such an insignificant teenager, and the reason is simply the "caution" of some big people above.

They want to put an end to the 100-year history of the Field family before the king makes a clear statement, leaving no future trouble.

Everyone in the Field family should not be underestimated, even if it is a waste of the famous imperial capital, it must be eradicated!

For the sake of insurance, here comes today, a silver rank who also hates the Field family.

Mr. Knight, in civilian clothes, stepped into the gloomy mansion with the sword at his waist, and the door closed quietly behind him, with a deep sound of decay.

By the faint glow cast through the shutters, Elvis found that the entire floor of the mansion had been almost emptied—yes, a cripple, how could he collect the property of a full house?

And at this moment, the cripple was sitting quietly in the depths of a shadow, dark and silent in the empty hall.

But Elvis could still see half of the man's face in the shimmer.

It was a handsome young man with a pale face, and his eyes were wandering and sad, as if he felt helpless and hopeless about his powerlessness.

Elvis was inexplicably happy, and he opened his mouth more than ten meters away, his eyes were contemptuous, and his tone was playful: "Young Master Field...... What about your retainers?"

He knew that on the day the Field family was condemned as treason, the so-called loyal people of the family rushed to leave the family they had sworn allegiance to, and did not even forget to take a few things as "compensation" before leaving.

"You're here to kill me?" the boy didn't respond to the knight's words, his tone wasn't flustered, he didn't look sad, just a calm, faint calm, like the darkness in which he was in him.

Elvis's footsteps echoed through the empty world, and he drew his sword lightly and slowly, the heavy sword rubbing against the scabbard made a trembling sound, and he wanted to give the boy the greatest fear, and let him die with death, which was the manipulation of the strong against the weak, and often made him extremely excited.

But the calmness in that sentence gave him a faint ...... Chill.

The knight did not reply.

The young man continued lightly, his lips pale and bloodless, but his voice was flat, gradually revealing a bone-chilling coldness: "My father was hanged three days ago......

"My three brothers were burned to death in the temple yesterday......

"My sister...... Scold...... The sewer rats you gave to Easttown. ”

The boy's voice began to freeze in the darkness, chuckling echoing through the cold air.

Outside the shutters, the sound of rain is gradually increasing.

Is it a delusion?

Elvis suddenly felt a slight chill, but he was soon ashamed of his fear—he, a silver-rank being, would have such emotions for a crippled creature with crippled legs.

Mr. Knight made up his mind, directly pulled out his long sword, and said coldly: "The Field family is treasonous, and it should be punished." ”

"Huh...... Treason," the boy let out a low sneer in the darkness, "you ought to be glad that I had gone to the Thirteenth Realm twelve days ago, and that I had not returned to the Empire until the night—if it had not been for that, you would have had a new king the night that the old fool on the Iron Throne gave this order. ”

Arrogance, simply arrogance.

The young man's words of "self-defeat" dispelled the inexplicable chill in Elvis's heart, and he sneered: "It's up to you, just on you, it's up to you, the ......."

A thunderclap swept through the sky for a very short time, and the bright white light reflected the young man's figure through the blinds in an instant, and also made Elvis's words stop alive and new.

He stopped taunting not because the long sword in the boy's hand resembled the legendary Desert Forest Reddirt, or because the boy was dressed in blood-stained clothes......

It was the pale-faced young man, the recognized cripple of the empire, who stood up from his sitting position at this moment.

There is a black special material token that slips from between the placket of the boy's clothes.

The knight saw the thing clearly.

The sword and this token finally changed color at this moment: "You...... You are ......"

And the boy's voice in the darkness was infinitely cold, with a banter, as if it was one with the cold and dark rainy night.

"You want to kill me?"

"No, no, I ...... I, I didn't...... Not ......"

The thunder had passed, and the hundred-year-old mansion that had been emptied was infinitely darkened again, but the knight could barely hold his sword, and began to stagger back, the look on his face more terrifying than if he had seen a ghost.

And the young man in the dark, his tone finally became calm.

He stood in the middle of the darkness, his bloody clothes were windless, and his powerful momentum was overwhelming, his voice was getting colder and more poignant, and in an instant, it was like the sound of brilliant thunder, echoing in the air, and it was extremely shocking.

"It's up to you...... Can you kill me?!!"

At this moment, the silver knight saw a pair of brilliant golden pupils lit up in the darkness, and under the cover of those golden pupils, behind the young man, a fierce blood shadow protruded like lightning.

......

......

Above the sky, thunder roared, and the wind howled.