'Squeak'

Fingers rubbed against the glass window, making a slightly harsh sound.

Between the white mist on the window, a finger mark is clearly drawn.

Anglie stood in front of the window, withdrew his index finger, and peered through the finger marks.

In the early morning, there are some yellowish woods, scattered patches of yellow-green and deciduous leaves, and the small gray-white stone tower opposite. Outside the tower, the knight of the guard, Hilal, was leaning against the door of the tower, sipping a hot drink. The heat in his mouth turned into bursts of white mist, which was clearly visible. He wears a full suit of brown leather armor with a black snake pattern, including a horned helmet, half-body armor, leg guards, knee pads, and leather boots.

"In the blink of an eye, it's winter," Anglie took a deep breath and slowly relaxed his tense nerves.

Suddenly, a small group of black birds crossed out of the window, chirping, circling the lake a few times, and then disappeared into the woods on one side.

"I don't think there's a bird here, right?" Anglie turned to look at Nancy behind him.

"It's December, and it's the time of the massive migration of birds on the West Coast, and the energy here is too strong for the average bird to bear, at most there are birds passing here for a short time every winter. Nancy explained calmly.

In the study, Nancy stood quietly at her desk, with the sauce steak and white bread she had just served, as well as a colorful fruit platter.

"It's time for you to eat. She put down the silver plate with the food.

"Okay. Anglie walked over, sat down and picked up his knife and fork, and suddenly asked again. "Is the material about the same?"

"Mistress Pell has already sent some more boxes, and I'm almost done with your list. Nancy nodded.

All the materials were in a box closed by a spell, and she didn't know what was inside, only the characteristics of the chest and the sigil symbol on it. As for what she was asked to collect, it was just ordinary materials with ordinary potions.

During this time, Angliel also reconnected with Asuna and the others who were still in the public area, and asked them to occasionally buy some materials for him, and they were also transported over in a closed manner.

In this way, it is unlikely that others will know what materials he has bought and how many materials he has bought. Naturally, the success rate cannot be calculated from the output of his potion.

And during this time, Angre finally processed all the materials needed for promotion.

Whether it's the water of Demos to increase mental power, or the Giant Tree Hunting Elixir to increase the success rate. All the required materials are fully prepared.

Angliel cut a steak stained with brown sauce and put it in his mouth, but it felt a little cold.

"During this period, there seems to be some movement on the side of the Lost Disk Academy. Nancy, don't go out lately, it's best to stay nearby. ”

Nancy nodded.

"Alright, you go out first. Angre gestured to the fireplace.

A fire suddenly lit up, and the fireplace was directly lit, making a muffled sound.

Nancy turned to leave, slamming the door shut.

Angel continued to slowly cut the sauce steak, the slightly sweet sesame sauce and the grilled tender steak were very rich and crispy. The meat is chewy, and it can be eaten with a crunchy feeling.

"This time, after dealing with it, it's almost time to officially configure the potion, take the potion, and prepare for the impact. He turned his face sideways, his eyes shining through the hazy glass, and his heart became more and more calm.

In the cold wind, the top of the towering white obelisk. It's white luck all around, and you can barely see anything below. Completely surrounded by white clouds.

On a disc-like platform at the top of the tower, a woman in a white leotard sat cross-legged on the platform, her long black hair tied up in a bunch and hanging down her head.

On her clothes. The cuffs and corners of the shirt are inlaid with silver edge patterns. The collar is also tattooed with two overlapping silver rings.

This woman has a delicate face, but she has no eyebrows, and her already cold temperament looks even more cold. Her eyes were closed, and a blue droplet on her chin shone faintly as blue as she breathed.

The wind at the top of the tower blew her clothes and hair back slightly.

Behind the woman, the carved white arched door was slowly pushed open.

A tall man wearing a white mask walked out.

"Lord Fran, Lord Redbrow from the Lost Disk Academy has sent a contact signal. Would you like to see it?" the man asked in a deep voice.

"Red eyebrows?" the woman opened her eyes, and her eyes were navy-blue. The drop-shaped spot on his chin slowly dimmed.

"Pick it up. Fran stood up calmly.

"Okay. ”

The man's hands quickly began to form a series of complex gestures, and the subtle words were whispered in his mouth.

On the edge of the platform in front of Fran, three twisted red characters suddenly lit up.

Each of the three characters emits a red light that crosses to form a fork. Erected in front of Fran.

An old man dressed in a robe made of red, yellow, and white fabrics slowly appeared a little in front of the red light.

The old man's figure was slightly rickety, and the most conspicuous thing was that his eyebrows and beard were as red as blood. It contrasts sharply with his silver-white hair.

The old man glanced at the man with the white mask on the platform, who hurriedly saluted and bowed down.

"Fran, long time no see. I contacted you this time in the hope that you could help me find out a person, a dark wizard. Only then did he speak.

"Who?" asked Fran calmly.

"It's this person. ”

Red Eyebrow stretched out his hand, and a white mist appeared out of thin air, swirling like a whirlpool, and a mirror-like silver screen of light appeared in the middle. A man with short brown hair and a cold face slowly emerged from above. Strangely, the man's eyes were pale golden, like beasts, and they were still vertical.

"Huh?" Fran frowned slightly. "What are you looking for him?"

"This kid has committed something on my side, it looks like you know this person?"

"Yes, yes, yes. Fran nodded. "But what did he do? He actually asked you to go out in person? Besides, I don't want any of your people to enter the Sixth Ring Road these days. ”

Red eyebrows narrowed: "What do you mean? This is our internal matter, and I can't explain it to you." My men are already on their way to you. ”

"Bring your people back. That's what I mean. Fran's face turned cold.

"This is Nanali-sama's decision!" the red eyebrow's voice fell.

"Nanali, what is she?" a sneer spread across Fran's face. "Red-eyed old man, stay in your Mystery Academy honestly for the elderly, I don't bother to investigate the matter back then. If you dare to cross the line, don't blame me for being ruthless. ”

The red eyebrows' face was unusually ugly. "Fran, that kid killed two of my assistants, do you have to protect him?"

"He is my granddaughter's friend, the only friend, you move him, you are the one who makes my granddaughter sad, makes my granddaughter sad, no one can live for three days. There was a hint of cruelty in Fran's eyes.

"You!"

She casually turned off the communication screen and turned away from the platform.

On a tall black tower in the distance.

With a gloomy face, the red eyebrows tore off the three-color robe on their bodies, and changed into a black robe under the service of the maid on the side.

"Damn Fran Jones!!!! "Call Vedia and them right now, and they'll be back right away! That madman from Fran can do it!"

"Yes. An apprentice maid replied respectfully, her eyes untouched, like a puppet. Turn around and leave the Tower room.

Hongmei straightened the black robe on his body, "Even Lord Nanali doesn't give face, it's troublesome." Thor's Light searched for his whereabouts and was unknown, and it was likely that he could get a clue from the kid. This line must not be let go. But now my people can't enter the Sixth Ring Road, so it seems that they have to wait for the time being. Wait for Nanali-sama to come back and negotiate with Fran herself. ”

He whispered, as if he were talking to himself, and as if he were talking to someone else.

Fran descended the tower and soon turned into an enclosed stone chamber.

The door of the stone chamber shone with her esoteric sigil symbol, a huge black octopus monster with dozens of black tentacles of varying thicknesses. It constantly shimmers with a black-purple sheen.

After Fran entered, the stone door slowly closed.

The stone chamber was a little dark, and in the empty center stood a white stone platform with a round silver mirror and intricate ears of wheat tattooed around the edges.

Fran walked over to the platform and lightly touched the mirror.

With a hiss, her face, which was originally reflected in the mirror, quickly changed into another light blue bedroom room.

The room was richly decorated, and a young and beautiful woman in a white robe with a bumpy figure was gently untying the white robe on her body, and the robe fell to the ground, revealing the white lace underwear inside.

The woman was none other than Lispel, who was changing her clothes.

She pulled out a new set of white underwear from the closet. Then gently take off your underwear.

Fran looked at Lispeer with a hint of fascination in her eyes. Look at the near-perfect naked* white body.

"You're mine," she murmured softly, "no one can hurt you, everything yours is mine" A sickly flush appeared on Fran's face.

Since Lispel was a child, she would check the body of her dearest granddaughter, who was most similar to herself, every day, and then constantly planted a little bit of extremely secret surveillance marks on her.

With this rune, she was able to get all of Rispel's condition at all times, the number of her heartbeats, the rate of blood flow, the number of hair shedding, or the number of baths, excretions, sleep times, and even the characteristics of some hidden parts. Perhaps Lispel herself did not know that his grandmother knew her even better than she did.

Everything in her body is under Fran's surveillance at all times, and Fran watches her grow little by little, as if she saw her former self.

(To be continued)