Putting down the quill in his hand, he stretched out tiredly, and little Goodwin walked out of his tent and turned his steps to the right, and walked towards the extremely inconspicuous little tent.

Having said that, little Goodwin actually knew who the tent was, but the closer he got closer, the more he felt his heart pounding, and an inexplicable emotion made him swallow his saliva.

Because this tent is Angela's.

After so many "half a step away from death", and with Edward's vague mention, he already knew that Angela was actually a wizard, and a pretty powerful Dominican wizard - in the eyes of most Turinois, the two words were basically synonymous with "evil devil" when they were hung together.

But for some reason, little Goodwin just couldn't feel the slightest bit of fear, but instead felt a little reverence for Angela - if it weren't for the little maid, he would have known how many times he had died, in Fort Horn, in the Fortress of the Twin Towers, Angela saved everyone almost once and again with those unimaginable powers, which was really hateful, but would rise a little pity.

Such a young girl, who should have grown up happily in the arms of her parents, carried so many things, and experienced adventures on the edge of life and death again and again - although she didn't know anything about magic, little Goodwin also knew that this power had a price, and every time Angela used magic, she was cold and pale, trembling and lying in Lord Edward's arms, little Goodwin couldn't help but feel an inexplicable anger.

What kind of inferior creature would make such a cute little girl take on these things that she should not bear at all - is this kind of person the devil of hell or a fanged monster in human skin?!

Nevertheless. Looking at the curtain of the tent, little Goodwin was still a little terrified—people are always afraid of the unknown. Despite the fact that the mother is Dominica. Little Goodwin still didn't have the slightest affection for Dominic wizards, let alone the magic he knew nothing about.

Having the courage to lift the curtain, little Goodwin stood outside the tent door with wide eyes - the whole room was covered with all kinds of runes - the floor, the walls, the tables, the chairs, the oil lamps...... All kinds of strange symbols, pitch black to make people feel creepy, that hideous posture, strange appearance, he was sure that this was definitely not any kind of writing he had ever seen!

But that's not the only thing that's frightening, little Goodwin, covered in sweat, widens his eyes - these runes. Little by little, slowly, like a graceful and cold-blooded python, these strange symbols still move around every corner, filling the entire room, and more and more!

"What the hell is this, what the hell is this...... trembling little Goodwin slowly raised his head, and his still trembling eyes immediately spotted the little maid in the center of the room. Angela sat there as if she was asleep, so serene that she didn't move.

It's just a gesture of raising her head and rolling her eyes—the delicate little body is still trembling, and strange runes are constantly emerging from the huge six-pointed star beneath her, and the speed of the girl's body twitches faster and faster.

"Angela!"

In desperation, little Goodwin shouted and wanted to rush over. Before he could take a step, a hand behind him grabbed his shoulder and turned his head. What I saw was a face with a playful smile and a very unusual silver hair.

"If you go in now, our dear Miss Angela will go completely insane - is this what you want to see?" Marco Tasker's voice was still a little sarcastic, though very vague, "I guess not?"

"But, but she ...... like this now"

"That's the price - our dear Miss Angela is a genius like no other, at least among wizards. The silver-haired wizard's expression was a little regretful: "For the victory of this war, she is also contributing her strength." ”

"But rest assured, neither I nor Lord Edward Witwood will let her have an accident. Marco patted his head, looking down with a look that seemed to carry some kind of strength: "Will you believe me, Your Excellency Pierre Goodwin?"

"Just call me little Goodwin!" Facing this silver-haired wizard, little Goodwin was not much more relaxed than when facing Angela, but he still held back the fear in his heart and held his hand tightly: "Please be sure to ...... Don't let anything happen to her, please!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Marco Tasker saw the little squire run away as if fleeing for his life, and the silver-haired wizard tilted his head with a thoughtful smile on his face.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing!" Turning around suddenly, Edward, who had a somewhat confused expression, was already standing in front of him, and Marco, who raised the corners of his mouth, shrugged his shoulders: "Miss Angela should be almost over, let's hurry in." ”

Edward didn't believe the silver-haired wizard's strange look at the look at him at all—but nodded anyway and stepped into the tent.

If little Goodwin came back at this time, he would be shocked - the runes that had filled the room just now were gone, and all that was left in the cramped room was Angela, who was lying on the ground panting slightly, and the strange symbol beneath her.

Edward's gaze was very calm, neither sentimental nor pity, but he gently picked up the little maid from the ground, felt the cold body temperature, and met Angela's equally emotionless eyes.

Angela saw it, just above that canyon, Angela saw it. There was a slight smugness in the little maid's voice: "The savages, with their terrible and stupid monsters, climbed up the mountain, and there were many, many of them. ”

"How many?"

"I don't know, but there are so many, so many monsters, one after another, that Angela can't even count them. The little maid struggled to open her eyes: "There are on the hill on the left, and on the hill on the right, and there are all those big monsters, and many, many savages are climbing up, all trying to climb up the mountain—and so many stupid fellows have fallen from the mountain."

"yes, those people are stupid. Edward smiled and patted the little maid on the back, "Sleep in peace, your mission is done—it's mine." ”

Watching Angela slowly close her eyes, the smile on the black-haired knight's face slowly returned to calm, and even added a little mockery: "It seems that our Grand Chief Asrael has finally found a way to make his army of 300,000 people able to surround the entire Eagle Fall Mountain." ”

"But is it possible—I mean, even if they die in the hundreds, even thousands, they will find a way to attack from the cliffs on both sides, which are all steep walls, not to mention people, not even wild goats!"

"I don't know, but he must have a way - maybe we don't know yet, but we can!" Edward shook his head: "The only thing I can be sure of is that this method will take at least three days to prepare, and after three days they can launch a siege on Eaglefall Mountain, and Asriel will do his best to prepare once, which means that this trick can only be used once!"

"The method that can only be used once?" the silver-haired wizard frowned, "What could that be?"

"Three days later, we knew. The black-haired knight's smile was a little helpless: "No matter what this method is, once they break the blockade in front of the Hantu City Legion, we will lose all advantages, it is indeed quite a direct and quite clever method. ”

"Well, but if it's discovered, it's not smart enough, is it?" Marco couldn't help but laugh and teased, "Do you think the Grand Chief of Asriel would have guessed that you had discovered his plan?" )