Inside the Baron's Palace. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Offne threw a precious vase on the ground with a furious face, pointed at the servant opposite and said angrily, "Are you a waste?

She was distressed to death, the flower was a rare witch plant, and within a certain range, its floral fragrance could lead to the witchcraft.

The nourishment of this witch plant is human blood!

These days, she let those subordinates secretly kill people, and she saw that the flowers and bones were about to bloom, but she made this mistake.

He was just letting this humble servant take care of it, but a mouse bit off the flower stem.

The servant fell to his knees in fear.

"Damn a waste like you!" Offne pointed out, and a black gas flashed away, reaching the servant's eyebrows.

The servant twitched twice on the ground and died foaming at the mouth.

Another servant was about to come in, and when he saw this, he was so frightened that he hurriedly stepped back.

"Come in!" Ovhna withdrew her hand and sat down gracefully.

She looked calm, as if she had done a trivial thing, and said lightly, "Is there something wrong?"

The servant trembled and said, "Yes...... It's the Baron who has returned. ”

"What?" said Ovne.

The servant's legs trembled, and he fell to his knees, with an extra stain of water under his knee.

A rat with red eyes swooped across the ground.

"Damn!" the magic that Orphne unleashed failed, and she watched as the rat burrowed into a cave in the corner.

A voice suddenly came from outside the door: "Make a mess of my house, do you really think it's the mistress here?"

Offne looked in disbelief and saw a figure step through the door.

That man was Wren.

"Why are you back?" she said subconsciously.

Wren sneered: "Why can't I come back?"

After the initial uneasiness, Ovhnie quickly recovered, and she nodded her chin haughtily, "Okay. ”

She was leaving.

Wren reached out to stop her.

"What do you want to do, my little baron?" said Offne, looking defiantly at Wren and licking her red lips seductively.

"I need an explanation. Wren looked calm.

Offnie smiled gracefully: "I just want to see if my fiancé has built a secret room without me to hide the golden house in the future." ”

"After all, he has a childhood sweetheart's younger sister. ”

Her fearless appearance made Wren feel an indescribable disgust in his heart.

The fear of the Finger family made Wren hesitate again.

"Can you let me go?" asked Offne.

Wren suddenly gritted his teeth, grabbed her wrist, and looked at Ovnie coldly: "Say your purpose, otherwise ......"

"Otherwise?" Ovne disagreed.

"I'm the vicar of Ferrier City," Wren's expression turned cold, "It's not a bad thing for me to catch a demon believer, right?"

Offni's face changed suddenly, and she shouted angrily, "You traitor!"

Bang!

Wren punched her in the back of the neck, causing her to faint limply: "Take her to the secret room!"

......

In the chamber, Ovni struggled and found herself unable to break free from her restraints. When she realized that she was bound by a rope that the Holy See had used to target wizards, her face turned white.

She came here behind her family's back, but she never thought it would happen like this.

That little baron was so bold, didn't he know that the Finger family could kill him with the touch of a finger?

Did he really think that with the Holy See of the Sun to rely on, no one would move him?

Naive, so naïve!

Offne's expression was gloomy, and she was eager to dismantle Wren to pieces.

Anger, humiliation......

This negativity stimulated her to lose her former elegance, and she cursed Wren like a normal woman.

She didn't stop cursing until her stomach rumbled.

The pain of her dry mouth dispels her anger.

When her stomach burned and ached from hunger, Offne began to pray.

When she didn't have the strength to pray, a tall figure appeared.

A drop of water splashed on the ground, and Ovne stuck out her tongue to catch it, and every trace of water became her deepest longing.

In her daze, she saw someone put a silver bowl half filled with water in front of her, and she crawled over and drank it with all her might.

Wren looked at this scene with a cold expression.

He had counted no less than a hundred people who had died directly or indirectly at the hands of this woman, and most of the people who were killed had their blood drained and used to water the witch plant that had been bitten off by the rats he controlled.

This is a vicious woman.

But he is also a very common wizard.

Wren's eyes flickered, his heart was complicated, and there was no trace of sympathy.

After drinking water for two days in a row, Ovni's eyes brightened a little.

"Eat, eat. She said weakly.

"Can we talk?" Wren asked.

Offne nodded with difficulty.

Wren asked the servant to bring a little bread.

Offne devoured it all.

After regaining some strength, she looked at Wren with unforgettable hatred in her eyes, and there was also a fear that could not be concealed.

She had never had such an experience since she was a child, and this feeling was much more uncomfortable than the first time she killed someone.

Wren didn't care.

He raised the marriage contract in his hand: "Is this true or false?"

Offne nodded, "Really." ”

Wren frowned slightly, and asked, "How could Duke Finger sign such a marriage contract with my father?"

There was more complexity in Ovny's eyes, and her tone was mocking: "Because...... My father needs your father's support, and your father needs the Finger family to be your umbrella. ”

Wren's expression became even more strange, and he asked an inexplicable sentence: "What does Duke Finger need my father's support?"

"Support him to become a deacon of the Wizarding Alliance. Offne said.

Wren was shocked and realized that his father was indeed unusual.

"Why are you here?" Wren asked calmly, suppressing his shock.

"Look for that witch weapon," Orfni glanced at Wren faintly, "without it, your father would not be taken seriously in the Alliance." ”

Wren was even more shocked: "What witch weapon?"

"Crimson Moon Bow!" said Offne.

Wren looked at him strangely: "Is there anything unusual about that witch weapon?"

Offne glanced at Wren with disdain: "It seems that the rumors are right, you really don't know how to learn......"

Wren's face gradually darkened, and he raised the bread in his hand: "I don't want to eat." ”

Offne subconsciously swallowed her saliva and stared at Wren viciously: "Because there is a ninth-level solidified witchcraft in the Crimson Moon Bow, it can be released if it requires the blood of a wizard!"

Wren's heart was stirring.

Ninth-level witchcraft, that's a powerful force that can easily destroy an army of a thousand people!