The chaos caused by the head-on battle between the white-robed law enforcement and the black-robed vigil continued to spread, and in the chaos, no one noticed that the night watchman who still had blood on his lips on the battlefield had stood up again. He didn't wipe the blood from the corner of his lips www.biquge.info he just slipped his gaze from the battlefield to the crowd of onlookers, and he didn't know who his gaze ended up on, he quietly narrowed his eyes, and then, he slowly raised his palm, crossed his neck, and made an extremely hidden neck wiping motion.

This action fell into the eyes of the Count of Castile, and Castile finally knew that he could no longer wait from the sidelines.

He is indeed the core figure of the imperial power system supported by His Majesty the Bourbon Emperor, and theoretically speaking, he should indeed stand firmly behind Bourbon to fight bloody battles against the enemies of Bourbon, and also oppose the clergy of the Holy See, who represents the divine right, but the question is, if there was no such lord back then, how could he rise in Philon if he was just the heir of a family on the verge of decline in the province of Philon? And if it was not for the rise of Philon that attracted the attention of His Majesty the Emperor, how could he be supported and cultivated by His Majesty the Emperor? So no matter how loyal he was to His Majesty the Emperor of Bourbon, he never dared to forget that besides Bourbon, there was another adult who needed him to pay more and more expensive loyalty, even if this adult had hardly contacted him for nearly half a century.

He calmly took a step forward.

Although the scene was still chaotic, and his movements were subtle and difficult to be noticed, but at the moment when Castile raised his foot, Count Rodrian next to him quickly realized his intentions, so Count Rodririan's thin face subconsciously appeared with a complicated expression: just a sinner from the wasteland, even if he has a powerful and almost invincible old butler, but in addition to the 4 groups of night watchmen of the Inquisition, their master and servant even resisted most of Stanford's power at the same time, such a war, even if the end is already doomed, but it is still an unbearable huge shame for the proud StanfordOn the contrary, even if he died, presumably that lowly criminal would have become the biggest talking point in the imperial capital for a long time, and even obtain a glory that he would never have been able to get when he was alive.

It's ironic.

With this in mind, Count Rodrien soon followed in Castile's footsteps.

Either way, he had to die.

As Castile and Rodrians walked from the crowd across the grass to the young sinners still sitting on the ground, the chaotic bystanders fell silent again, and few could perceive the complexity of the silence.

Miss Angelina, who was on the edge of the crowd, struggled to retract her stunned eyes, looking at the backs of Castilla and Rodrian, who had nothing to do with Tall, and she couldn't hold back her gritted teeth: "Shameless." ”

Young Master Quentin, who was standing beside her, was expressionless.

No one would ever think that lowly sinner had even the slightest chance of survival.

......

"I think I can understand why our little princess likes that poor little fellow, Sophia, is it because of his perseverance and tenacity? But didn't he know that many times meaningless insistence itself was foolishness?Oh see, he should soon realize this, speaking of which, cowardly Castile would never have lacked a little bit of courage, and if he had been braver, he believed that his sword would not have just slashed through the bandage on the poor little fellow's chest, but fortunately, Rodrian's chance, did you see the white mark hidden in the blood on the poor little fellow's back? Oh my God, he's up again, and I'm curious how much blood he has to shed. ”

"I love the sights of the blood that smells so fishy that it always irritates my soul. ”

"I even heard the sound of blood falling to the ground and seeping into the grass, what a beautiful piece of music. ”

Leaning against the huge stone pillars in the main hall, Frodo with a casual expression joked to himself, he never deliberately concealed his emotions, and of course he would not hide his true intention to joke and ridicule, although his eyes were always on the bloody battlefield on the grass outside the hall, but everyone knew that what he really cared about was only his little princess Sophia.

Sophia pursed her lips.

Like a poisonous snake devouring her heart little by little, her world was gradually shrouded in darkness, that suffocation, that despair, finally made her body tremble slightly, she was already trying her best to suppress her emotions, but how could despair and anxiety be easily defeated by her? She didn't speak, she didn't pay attention to Frodo, who was as cold as a viper, she just stared at Augustus on the grass, watching him fall, watching him struggle, watching him bleed, and before she knew it, blood was also flowing from her clenched fingertips, and the corners of her clenched lips were a little red.

She struggled to retract her gaze.

It was hard to imagine that Sophia, who possessed the power of the Fourth Law Light Judgment, could have such dark eyes.

She looked at her personal butler, Nicholas, and did not speak, but Nicholas, who always wore a smiling mask, quickly realized his Highness's intentions, and that unquestionable determination, which made him sigh softly, although he had long known that his Highness would do anything for the sake of that child from the wasteland, but when things came to this, he still instinctively resisted- Yes, this is Sophia's violet, so in addition to the enforcer of Mass, Sophia certainly has the power of her violet, but the question is, is it appropriate for these powers to be exposed at this time? Don't forget, Augustus has his enemies, Sophia also has her enemies, and to some extent, the enemies that Sophia really needs to face are no weaker than Augustus's enemies, such as Frodo, who dares to say that the people in Stanford can be stronger than the first heir to the throne of the House of Constantine? So, once Sophia has completely exposed all her power tonight, even if she can save Augustus' life, how will she face Frodo and other invisible enemies?

So Nicholas had to hesitate.

But hesitation is hesitation, resistance is resistance, Nicholas still knows his identity very well in the end, he is Sophia's personal butler, and what he needs to do is to resolutely carry out what his Highness has decided.

He bowed slightly, then turned.

But the moment he raised his foot, his Highness's extremely hoarse voice suddenly came from behind him.

Probably because of her emotions, Sophia, whose voice was no longer crisp, looked coldly at the parchment roll in her hand, and said hoarsely: "Is it that if you sign this document, everything I want can be realized?"

Nicholas was shocked, and there was no longer a smile.

Frodo was slightly stunned, then smiled.

"Of course. ”

"Well, I'm going to watch her get out safely first. ”

Sophia, who didn't turn around, casually pointed to the upstairs behind her, where Elizabeth was supposed to be standing.

However, following her finger, everyone in the living room looked strange, because the place where Elizabeth should have stood was empty at some point.

......

Elizabeth stood silently in front of the floor-to-ceiling window of her room.

The huge silver moon hanging in the sky was right in front of her, exuding a bright and dazzling light, Elizabeth had never liked the moon in the imperial capital, not because the moon was too big, too close to her, and seemed to fall at any time, which made her feel depressed, nor because it was too bright and would sting her eyes uncomfortable, but because she couldn't see such a moon in the wasteland, and there was no such a bright and huge moon, so she never got used to such a silver moon - yes, just because the wasteland didn't have it.

She calmly looked at the imperial capital in front of her, where there was no end in sight.

It seemed that the mixed howls and killing sounds outside the manor could not be reached here at all, and she did not have any terrible feelings, such as loneliness and despair, etc., just stood quietly like this.

A figure suddenly appeared on the wall in front of her window.

Under the silver moon, the figure carrying a huge giant sword on his back was extremely clear.

Elizabeth, of course, knew that this was not her hallucination, in fact, this person himself was the person she was waiting for, the person she knew, and the person she had spent a lot of money to find - his name was Alpha, and he was an adventurer, according to what Elizabeth had learned, in the adventurer's world, this man named Alpha had always been an unpopular outlier in the adventurer's world, and even to some extent, almost all adventurers hated him, stayed away from him, and longed to be able to cut off his head with their own hands.

But Elizabeth still chose him, not only because of his level 8 fighting strength, but also because even if so many people wanted him to die, he was still alive, and he was better alive than his enemies.

She looked at his weirdly reddened eyes and asked softly, "You have already received the gold, so are you ready?"

Sophia teased her for being a little miser before, saying that Augustus gave her so much gold before she came to the imperial capital, and she was still reluctant to buy her a beautiful dress, why did she keep such a bunch of useless things that just glowed, at that time Elizabeth just smiled and didn't explain, but what Sophia didn't know was that in the wasteland, Elizabeth knew when she was very young that what she didn't have for survival was something that could be thrown away when she turned around, and all the things she didn't lose were actually for survival。

Can gold skirts, and survival, be compared?

Under the silver moon, the adventurer Alpha stretched out his scarlet tongue and licked his pale lips, looking very weird.

He stood on the fence and smiled fiercely: "Of course not. (To be continued.) )