"?...... Zhal" Adjani's voice sounded in Zhal's head, and it sounded a little distant, as if someone had suddenly woken him up.

After a moment's reluctance, Zar withdrew his gaze from the flowing light and shadow outside the window. Turning his head, he saw that the girl sitting opposite was talking briefly to the driver's driver through the small dark window in the car, then pulled the partition, dropped the locking pin, and turned around again.

The carriage slowed down at high speed, and the interior of the carriage was quiet, and the heavy solid wood siding and the small decoration of the flannel cloth cut out the noise outside, and enveloped the place into a perfect private space.

Looking at Zhal's gaze, the girl chose a long silence and staring at each other as a start, and finally exhaled softly and spoke. "We've returned to the 'conviction gimbal'......"

Zal nodded, but didn't speak, he had just noticed the change in the scenery outside the window.

Adjani folded her arms over her chest and leaned back. "Don't you want to make some polite or symbolic explanation to me, one of the people who witnessed the whole event?" she said, but it sounded more like a joke.

Zar smiled helplessly, unsure if he should shake his head and refuse. But soon, he chose another way of expressing it. "Trust me, Adjani, if you're like me and want to keep this hard-won friendship alive, you'll do the same......"

Adjani's gaze twitched slightly, dyed a little clear and bright. But what she showed was an exaggerated roll of her eyes. "Lord God is above, and you have been doing this for two whole days. The most convincing thing to say......" she said, snorting pretending to be angry, "if that's your reason, I'll take it." ”

But he didn't finish his words, he shook his head. "And, that's just one of the reasons," he said...... "the guy we just met on the stone bridge." He is also a member of the 'Ruling Hand', and he is extremely powerful. ”

"I'm not surprised by that. Adjani said calmly, of course, it also made her understand that the other party was neither a nobleman nor a janitarian. But the reason why it can be there. "And then. What do you mean?"

Zal picked up the conversation. "I mean, I have a lot of enemies......" he said in a very candid tone, "like the Brotherhood of Ironstone, like the 'Hands of Judgment,' or the Archon standing behind them," he said, raising the corners of his mouth, "By the way, maybe add the leader of the Black Blade Guard, Lord Sheriff of the Clouds." ”

"The archons behind them?" the girl's eyes suddenly sharpened.

"Yes, the consuls behind them. He looked directly at Adjani. continued, "These enemies. It's not an enemy that can be offended or rubbed or forgotten over time, but ...... you live or die," his expression was calm and restrained, and he just whispered, "Such words come out of the mouth of a 'sinner' who lives on the cloud platform, and it may sound like drunken words or babbling from a fool who can't measure himself......"

Zar paused, hiding himself in the shadows in the corner of the carriage. "But that's the reality I'm facing, and I'm very awake now, even more than ever. As for the reason for all this, sorry, I can't really tell you ......"

Zhal's words were finished in a voice that grew deeper, and he knew exactly what he was doing. With the wheels of the carriage turning, the escape that lasted for two days and two nights was completely left behind, and the two people sitting in the carriage will also end the incomparably simple alliance in order to survive at the end of the road.

The moment the carriage stops, one side will return to the noble ladies who represent the interests of the family and the power of Windcliff City, while the other side will once again become gladiators wielding weapons in order to leave the place—their positions will only become clearer, not fade.

Whether out of responsibility for this short-lived friendship or in response to the willingness to sponsor, Zar wanted to make it clear before it could become a stranger.

However, after Zal finished speaking very seriously, Adjani's eyes showed a smile to the contrary. "You've got a lot of enemies, Zhar. She tilted her head and looked out the window, "The question is, can you trust me?" she said and shook her head in the negative, "I hope so, but unfortunately, I know you can't ......"

Sitting in the corner, Zal smiled noncommittally, in fact, he was not a person who was used to forcing people to make choices, or like to manipulate everything. So naturally he diverted the conversation and turned the increasingly difficult conversation in a different direction.

"I'm sorry, but where are we going now?" he asked, looking out the window at the buildings of various shapes, "you know, my life on the kimbal is basically on two legs," he said, "and I'm not familiar with the main road that is actually used to drive the carriage here." ”

"We're on our way to the Crystal Cloud Bridge. Adjani turned her head and said cooperatively.

"Well, it looks like I've never been to a place before......" Zar smiled, "yes, there's one more thing that needs to bother you." ”

"Tell me what I can do for you. She said lightly.

"It's not really a big deal," Zarr said, "and I want you to keep the events of the past two days a secret, including the killing of the Brotherhood and the Hand of Judgment......," he explained, adding, "As you can see, I've had enough trouble to get into any more trouble." ”

Adjani's brow furrowed slightly, keenly capturing what Zal was worried about. There will be no result of the whole attack, or anyone will come out to blame for this, and the death of a few people on the gimbal is as common as drinking water. Even if Adjani, one of the victims, came forward in person, she would only get a false apology, or an interface to shirk responsibility, and compensation that she didn't need at all.

But. It's a different story with Zal. If anyone learns that he is the 'hand of judgment' and that even the Archon wants to get rid of him, then there will definitely be speculators who will come forward. Find a way to kill it, and then run to ask for credit. It's something that has to happen, and that's what human nature does.

In addition, she thought of the hint that Zar had just given - the boss behind the 'Brotherhood of Ironstone' might be the Archon Barberto. Looks like someone needs to be sent to investigate, she thought to herself, and then nodded to Zal. "I can guarantee what happened in two days. I won't mention ...... to anyone."

As she spoke, she seemed to remember something again, and continued with some hesitation. "Still. I need to give Casavalon an account because I ......," she paused, biting her lip, "because he's to me." It's like family. Real family. ”

Zar nodded in understanding. "Yes, that's not a problem. ”

"Thank you......" the girl breathed a sigh of relief.

"It's me who owes my thanks. Zal said gratefully.

As they spoke, the carriage slowed down, and finally came to a steady halt. With two short taps, the girl looked stunned, then turned her head to look out the window. "Whew...... Praise the Lord God, who is back at last!" she cheered with joy. Without waiting for the driver to open the door, he pushed the door and jumped out.

Zhal, who was sitting across from him, moved as far as he could towards the door. Struggling to reach out of the carriage. Even if he has injuries on his body, the aristocratic etiquette engraved in his blood since he was a child does not allow him to sit in his place and remain indifferent, not to mention that it is already rude to let the lady get out of the car by herself.

"I'm sorry, I'm ......," said Zal, his eyes lit up with the light from the zenith, and after a little getting used to it, he saw an imposing oval in the direction facing Adjani.

Its lines are straight and strong, and it stands tall. The cream-white two-storey walls are lined with stout, fluted stone pillars and openwork arches in between. If that's not impressive enough, when Zal looks up and sees its dome, he immediately understands what the "Crystal Cloud Bridge" means.

At the top of the building, two half-closed willow-leaf vaults bulge an elegant back in the air, linking the farthest ends of the oval. What is even more surprising is that the two vaults are made of no apparent material, translucent, crystal clear, reflecting a dazzling round of dazzling streamers in the daylight.

"Isn't it beautiful? she's the 'Crystal Cloud Bridge'......" The girl said proudly as she looked back at Zal who was stunned on the spot.

“...... It's a masterpiece. Zarshu raised his eyebrows, admiring the building to perfection and said heartily.

However, at this moment, at the door of the "Crystal Cloud Bridge", a shout that was enough to "earth-shattering" attracted the attention of the two of them. "Miss, it's Miss! Miss is back!" the owner of the voice howled loudly as if he had gone mad, and turned his head and rushed into the gladiatorial arena. "Miss is back! Come on, for the sake of the Lord God! Miss is back!!......"

Adjani let out a loud laugh, like a warrior returning from triumph. "Of course I'm back!"

"Uh......" Zar hesitated to leave first. But it was too late, just in an instant, really in an instant, the entire "Crystal Cloud Bridge" was like an explosion, boiling! Countless voices and countless footsteps, accompanied by the crowd that swarmed out, rushed out of the gate of the gladiatorial arena, and the formation was no different from a charge in Zhal's eyes......

He saw in the crowd the presence of several gladiators in bright armor, dozens of gladiatorial arena staff, and even chefs, as well as the tournament hosts...... However, Zar also saw two acquaintances - Mr. Casavalon, who had a one-time relationship, and his own hunting ground coordinator, the Moon Demon Girl, Lyra. Of course, the two of them are at the front.

Seeing the silver-haired old butler and the red-eyed Lyla, Adjani barely paused, ran up and hugged them. It didn't take long for the crowd to grow and surround Adjani in the middle, while Zhal, who was outside, finally smiled with relief.

Beside the girl, Casavallon's lips trembled, and he kept repeating that it was good to come back, just come back. Layla, on the other hand, threw herself into her arms and just cried. Crying non-stop. In fact, for the two of them, it is really not too much to say that these two days are like years.

The old butler couldn't remember how many times he had run to the Black Wind Barracks. I don't remember how many times I slapped the table and scolded in front of the sheriff. But he had no other way, the other party gave a high-sounding reason, even if he knew that it was not the truth, but he could not refute it, and in the end he could only be in an increasingly uneasy mood. Anxiously waiting.

But things took a turn for the worse without warning, and Adjani returned, unscathed. How could this not make him ecstatic? His mood at this time was even more excited than the gladiators under his command winning the championship in the arena. After all, the championship is once every five years, and if you can't get it this year, there will be a next time. Even if you never get it. Nothing is to be lost either.

But Adjani's safety is different, in the eyes of the old housekeeper, their relationship has surpassed that of the master and servant, from a certain point of view, he completely treats the girl as his own daughter, if someone really wants to die, then he would rather use his own life to exchange the other party's safety.

While comforting Casavallon. While wiping Laila's tears, Adjani greeted everyone who called her name. Soon, though. As if remembering something, she turned apologetically and pushed away the crowd and walked in the direction of Zal.

It was only then that the people gathered around the girl realized that there seemed to be someone else in the carriage where the young lady had descended—a stranger whom they had never met. They gathered behind Adjani and watched from afar, many of them whispering their voices and exchanging ears, guessing Zal's identity.

The old butler and Leila, who knew the inside story, stood in the crowd and looked at Zal with different expressions. The former nodded his head and expressed his sincere gratitude to Zal for being able to send the young lady back safe and sound, while the latter pouted, stared at the tearful eyes, and waved his little fists, as if venting his dissatisfaction on Zal.

As for Zal, he could only smile extremely embarrassedly, regretting more and more that he had not left "taking advantage of the chaos" just now. I wanted to get out of the car, but I couldn't do it with the injuries all over my body, and it was too rude to retract it...... He could only endure the excruciating pain, smile, and get stuck on the door, stuck on the door......

Adjani turned her back to the crowd, a playful look between their brows and eyes, which they couldn't see. She walked very slowly, deliberately very slowly, but others thought it was solemn. Finally she stopped in front of the sweaty Zal and said something that made the latter want to die.

"Does it hurt, my 'hero'?!" she smiled, her voice very low. The driver in the driver's seat quickly pretended to cough, rolled out of the carriage, and dodged. This woman can't be provoked...... It was the only thing that came to his mind as he ran away with his whip.

"Ahem...... "Zar's body dragged inside the car door trembled slightly, "I, you ......"

Adjani smiled happily, seemingly pleased with her plan for revenge. But she immediately put on a serious look, and took off the veil that had always covered her face.

Watching the girl's movements, Zal felt a little surprised, but more surprise was still to come. In the past two days, Zal had accidentally seen Adjani's face, and he knew that the other party was beautiful. But when the veil was taken off and the girl's face was really revealed, he found that he still underestimated the beauty of the other party.

For a moment, however, Zar looked away, showing a more cautious politeness than before.

The girl looked at Zal and was silent, and finally said solemnly: "Zal, thank you for the thoughtfulness you just showed and give me time to think about it, thank you......" She said, "Actually, this is not necessary for a long time, now, as the owner of the 'Crystal Cloud Bridge' and the heir of the Efaran family, I make a formal invitation to you, hoping that you can join the 'Crystal Cloud Bridge'." ”

As soon as the girl's words fell, an even more enthusiastic whisper erupted in the crowd behind her.

"Oh my God, Miss actually sent out the invitation herself?......"

"Who is this guy?......"

"The Lord God is above, this is the first time in so many years, right?"

“......”

However, these whispers were quickly suppressed by a cough from Casavalon, and the atmosphere in the stadium was instantly quiet.

On the other hand, Adjani's words made Zal a little stunned. "You ......"

"No, please let me finish. The girl raised her hand to stop him, "I've been thinking about not whether or not to invite you, but what kind of chips to use so that you don't refuse." "Until a moment before I got out of the car, I was still thinking about it." ”

"You don't have to. ”

"No, Zal, I can see that you don't belong here, but I can't give you the freedom you want......" She looked a little depressed, and there was a slight loss in her dark eyes. But soon, the former confidence returned to her face, "However, I still thought of two chips after all, although there is no guarantee that you can agree to join, but this is indeed something that other gladiatorial arenas will never give." ”

Zal smiled. "Speak, I'm listening. ”

"Well, first of all, my trust, like I just said, I know you have a hard time believing me, but it doesn't matter. All I know is that I can trust you, and that's enough. Adjani's eyes were bright and shimmering with determination, but Zal, who was the listener, was really dumbfounded, he didn't know what to say, he just looked at the girl and listened attentively.

"After that, strictly speaking, it's not actually a bargaining chip, it's for you, and it's a gift that took care of me for two days. As she spoke, she suddenly took a sharp step forward, pecked at the side of Zal's face as quickly as she could, and then stood back in place with the scent of the wind.

"My kiss will not be exchanged!" she said slyly, with a blush on her face that had not yet dissipated.

In an instant, Zar was stunned on the spot, Casavalon rounded his eyes, Leila covered her lips with her hands, and everyone, all frozen, as if petrified.

After a brief moment of distraction, Zal slowly calmed down, looked at the girl, and showed the purest smile. He knew that a smart girl like Adjani would never put her feelings on the negotiating table, and on the contrary, he would never have to defile such a "gift" with obscene thoughts. Moreover, he also knew that the girl's words came from there.

"She has the most beautiful face, her kisses are not changed, she is the grace of the gods, her name is, Hera Louran. This is a court poem in praise of Hera Louran, the "Queen of the White Deer" during the Poturf dynasty, and it is impossible for Zhar, who has been exposed to countless singing poems in the Oak Palace since childhood, not to know it.

"I must admit that you do have the most beautiful face," said Zar, "and your kiss is priceless, and it is ......priceless."

A hint of surprise flashed across Adjani's face. "You've surprised me again, not many people know this court poem!" she said, looking at Zar earnestly, "Remember, Zar, whether you join the 'Crystal Cloud Bridge' or not, I will trust you, and pray for your good luck before the Lord God, always ......like this"

"Thank you, my lady...... Thank you. (To be continued......)