"Don't you think you eat a lot of animal saliva?" As soon as Anya finished speaking, she was immediately slapped by the beast behind old Murza, and a thick fishy smell immediately filled her mouth, and she spat a mouthful of blood on him arrogantly. "Bah, don't do it if you can't afford to be told about it. It was only a matter of time that the son who got your true biography was killed by Duke Douro."

"My son is different from that monster!" Old Murza got up and slapped Anya on the white cheek again. A crisp voice echoed through the wide space, buzzing in her ears and stars in her eyes.

"Monsters? You perverted old father, tell me what is the difference between the son you raised and the monster, say it!" Anya calmly gave Old Murza another mouthful of saliva mixed with blood, looking quite indifferent.

"At least my son doesn't have the otherness of His Excellency the Great Duke, the eyes of Hades that can see ghosts, and the ears that can hear the karmic fires of hell. The mother, who had been crowned a witch offspring for giving birth to this monster, was put to death by the Duke, and the curse has henceforth surrounded the Clark family—" Old Murza's laughter from the bottom of his throat shook his mouth, and a mouthful of rotten teeth could be heard pounding up and down.

"Oh, you're this the story of Van Hesinga Guillotine, or some witch hunter, right? Ah, isn't that great, why don't you become a screenwriter?" Anya interrupted him unceremoniously, with no look of horror on her face.

"The Duchess of Douro with little Ansel is here, hehehe...... 7-year-old Ansel, who was tortured, watched his mother die hideously...... It's ...... right here."

"Your shaky voice, incomprehensible content, illogical grammar, and the occasional tapping of your dentures are perfect for a thriller narration, and the Soul Reaver saw remake for you to think about it!" Even if Anya is creepy inside, she can't show the slightest sign of weakness. "But that's if you're still alive."

"I'm not alarmist, do you know what this place is? Duke Douro must not have told you about his past, huh...... Even if he was put in a wooden box, sealed with nails and thrown in the bloody tower, he could disappear into thin air and return home unharmed...... It must have been the work of his witch mother, so—"

"Shhhh Anya couldn't stand the chatter of old Murza, and the story was so ridiculous that she felt that it was a waste of life to listen to it.

Knock, knock......

"You don't pretend to be a ghost, there will only be ghosts of history in the Bloody Tower in the middle of the night, maybe the witch will show up to see who the woman her son is in love with......," Old Murza continued.

Anya closed her eyes and tried to let her thoughts go up, listening carefully to the small sounds outside the space. There is a faint percussion, it is a rhythmic percussion!

It's the Black Emperor!

It turns out that she was told to memorize the logic of decoding at that time?

No, it's not when he thinks about it, he tells her to flash away!

Bang

Aiden of England, Michael of Scotland, Raphael of Wells, and Uriel of Northern Ireland had come to meet at Aiden's villa after receiving a decree from their lord five days earlier; Michael departed first, while the other three lurked for further instructions from the adults.

It wasn't until tonight that I finally received the order to assemble at St. Catherine's Pier. An understatement from an adult, it is definitely not as simple as three people taking a boat together to cruise the river.

The more pleasant the adult's voice, the more lightly the command is, the more the pleasure of torture the person in the face of it. It's so cheap, Michael can get into this killing game one step earlier!

The trio's 120,000 percent attention was focused on the Tower of London across the riverbank, which, after shedding the adornment of daytime tourists, restored the vicissitudes of its history, the coldness and the treacherous. Uriel is right, the Tower of London at night is more of a dead soul than a living person, and it can only wander here for hundreds of years without a home.

Bang

The sound of explosions in the distance caused Aiden, Raphael, and Uriel to enter the Tower of London separately from the planned route; Those who really felt the power of the explosion and the light of the fire, the people who were inside, excepted

Anya, who had received the hint earlier, escaped damage, and some of the old Murza's men and horses near the entrance had been blown apart, and his power was instantly halved.

Old Murza was tumbling out of the rubble and the rotten flesh of his owner, and the eyes were covered with marks of the explosion, and blood was flowing.

"You *** actually have an internal response!" Old Murza picked up a piece of gravel the size of his own head and hobbled towards Anya. "I'm going to kill you today!"

"I'd advise you to figure out who's coming first." A female voice other than Anya sounded crisply.

"You...... The Queen's private secretary? Why are you here? The Queen sent you?" Old Murza immediately looked at the source of the sound, and gasped as the rubble fell.

"Who sent me? Let me introduce you solemnly—" The secretary stepped aside and made way for the tall figure behind her.

"Du, Du......"

"My master, the leader of the Eton mafia, the Black Emperor." The Queen's secretary smiled and looked at Anya, intentionally or unintentionally.

The Queen's Secretary and the Black Emperor are one and the same?

So from the very beginning, they have been acting, using the congratulatory gift she has spent her heart and soul to give to the little prince, and playing with her hard work in the past few days......

"You've been using me from the beginning?"

The Black Emperor glanced back at her when he heard the sound, put away his cynical smile, and said solemnly:

"Shirley, come to me."

Anya knelt on the spot and didn't move, her green eyes that coincided with the Black Emperor were full of lust, glaring at him viciously.

The Black Emperor said no more, and walked forward with graceful steps, as if the gravel and corpse parts on it did not exist, and reached out to take Anya, who was cowering in the corner and embarrassed, into his arms, and protected him in his usual snow-colored cloak.

The feeling of weakness and exhaustion that had not been eaten for 3 days made Anya unable to resist him, and despite being pressed against his thick chest, a mouth was still unforgiving:

"Lord Eton Mafia Black Emperor, who has great powers and a leg with the Queen's secretary, why do you still pull me, a passerby, into the water? Are you proud of playing with other people's minds?"

"I'll talk about your housework later." The Black Emperor bowed his head slightly, pouring hot air in her ear.

"Who ...... with you" housework! It's a pity that Old Murza didn't give Anya a chance to finish scolding, and the old voice interrupted unceremoniously:

"Eaton mafia? I've heard of Eaton, I've heard of the mafia, but I haven't heard of the Eton mafia! The Black Emperor? What a hubris title, do you think you can get rid of those unbearable pasts? Oh God, how can such a foolish, ridiculous thing happen in this world, and make me laugh three times ha, ha, ha!"

"Give you three seconds to laugh." The secretary took the torch from the wall, grabbed old Murza's gray hair and turned him on his back, slowly roasting his pale old skin.

"Ahh............h Gradually scorched black.

"I haven't even started counting seconds, why are you screaming? Do it all over again, and smile at me!"

The terrible scream made even Anya stupid, and a pair of tailors and bartenders unconsciously scratched the Black Emperor's shirt.

Which of the Black Emperor's subordinates is this woman, and how did she never know about the existence of this terrible person.

"Respect my friend, have you taken a serious look at my eyes of Hades, which can see ghosts? My ears that can hear the sound of hell karma are easy to find thanks to your chatter." The Black Emperor felt his body shrink in his arms, and the hand holding her waist tightened a little.

"Ahhh......hh Ah......h "Do it...... You people, ...... Waste ......"

"Black—" Anya quickly looked up at the voice, and saw the old man's men each holding up their weapons against them, and her heart skipped a beat, and she was about to open her mouth to warn him when he pressed his whole head back to her chest.

Bastard, what are you doing!

"If you have a gun, you must be able to shoot." The Black Emperor remains

Ran smiled and looked at old Murza, even if dozens of people were ready to shoot him in the head, he didn't have to look back.

The sound of footsteps came from far and near, and the sound of many metal collisions was really noisy, and the modified Uzi submachine gun in Uriel in such a small space was a bit overkill. Raphael spoke coldly along the way, but did not forget to give advice, and Aiden did not change the murder weapon of the English gentleman's style...... The men were all ready, and the weapons were loaded, and they were all ready.

"Shirley." The Black Emperor stretched out his free hands and covered her ears. "You did not bear me that day, and I will protect you today."

"What?" She looked up, and before she could meet the black emperor's hazy and beautiful pupils, she was shocked by the rain of bullets around her.

The beast fell in an instant, blood gushing out from various holes in his body, and the uncomfortable humid air in the room added a strong fishy smell to his chest. Anya closed her eyes, her little frightened face hidden in the Black Emperor's chest, trying to focus on the pleasant smell of the forest on him.

By the time the Black Emperor let go, silence had returned, and Old Murza's painful wheezing became even louder.

"Do you see anything through my eyes of the underworld?" The Black Emperor pinched Old Murza's scorched and hardened face, and the whole piece of skin fell off, and the Black Emperor let the still sizzling black dead skin fall on the back of his cold hand, insisting on forcing him to look at him. "Do you see the sins of the past? Do you see the monster in your eyes grow up? Did you see me coming for my life?"

"Blue ...... Green ......" Old Murza's non-stop panting, and his violently heaving chest made Anya almost suffocate when he saw it.