Helia and the others rested for a while, and then they all went out in the evening. The cloak and cloak they put on, taking advantage of the night, with what Anglie had prepared for them, soon disappeared into the woods.

Anglie stood at the door of the tomb, quietly watching the direction in which everyone had left, until after a short time he saw a glimmer of silver light, then he turned back and walked into the tomb, and gently closed the wooden door.

Standing in the doorway, he was about to descend the stone steps, but saw Friela standing at the bottom of the stone steps and quietly watching him.

"Green, are they going to do something important this time?" I asked them, but no one wanted to tell me!" A hint of worry flashed in Freira's eyes.

"It's okay, I won't tell you because you're too young, they're actually going to do something that only adults can do. Angel smiled mysteriously.

"Wow!" Friela blushed slightly, crossed her waist and grimaced at Angele, and turned into the kitchen room. Then there was a tinkling of cutlery fiddling, apparently to make a late-night snack.

Angre walked slowly down the steps.

"Do you want to secretly go over and watch over them?" he hesitated.

He vaguely felt that the church aspect was not as simple as he imagined, even if he was a sealer, his strength was extremely strong, reaching level eight. But after all, the Church is the pinnacle of existence like the Ancestor of Light. The wizard power in this area is weak to the point of vulnerability, and it is impossible for the root of the world below the abyssal storm not to know, so it seems that there may be a tacit understanding between the two sides to draw the line.

Anglie always felt that once he was fully engaged, the church would certainly not be as vulnerable as he imagined. The Sealer is not invincible in a medium or strong world.

"Only life and death can sharpen a person's will, so be it"

He walked all the way on, and as he passed the little one's bedroom, he glanced inadvertently into it, and suddenly vaguely saw something hidden under the pillow of Friera's bed, revealing a corner to the outside.

It was a black-brown leather scroll. There are some small words written on it.

As a seal, Anglie's strong eyesight suddenly came into play, and he instantly saw the content of the words on it clearly, and his face suddenly became strange. I glanced back and saw that I was still in the kitchen. Little Rayla humming while cooking.

"Before you know it, you've reached this age," he shook his head helplessly, and continued to walk towards the middle hall.

On the corner of the leather scroll that appeared under Freira's pillow, a line of revealing text was clearly written: 'He kissed Elle's lips frantically. The hand slowly slid towards the '

"Ahh!!!hh

After a while, Freira's screams rang out, apparently realizing that she hadn't closed the bedroom door, and that her treasure had probably been discovered by Angele.

"What is it called. Serve the food!" Anglie sat cross-legged on the wooden couch in the hall.

Freira's screaming stopped abruptly, and she slowly walked to the hall stiff and sat down on the couch opposite Angle. Place the eating plate in your hand on the low black table.

The little guy's development has accelerated more and more during this time, and the birthmark on his forehead has also been completely eliminated under the effect of ointment, and his skin has become fairer and smoother, sitting upright on the sofa, and his slender legs are wrapped in white terrazzo trousers. The upper body is a close-fitting off-white short sleeve with a high bump on the chest and just the right size. The slender and soft waist faintly reveals the white waist skin, and the long golden hair is draped over the shoulders.

Anglie withdrew his gaze of appreciation. "Look at those books, you're your age now. He picked up a glass of wine from his plate, gently shook the red wine inside, and sniffed it, the fresh fruit and floral aromas mixed together and burrowed into his nose.

A strand of long dark red hair hung down and landed on Angele's shoulder, showing a strange languid and extravagant atmosphere. He leaned back on the couch and took a soft sip of the red mixture.

"Marry me. ”

"Poof!" the wine squirted out of Anglie's mouth. Quickly put down the cup, "What are you talking about!?" he asked again.

Freira straightened her chest. "I don't feel bad about myself, it's better to be cheaper than to be cheaper for other people in the future. Her cheeks were pink, and her big blue eyes were faintly wet.

"Don't you want to practice your swordsmanship to get revenge, don't you want to train to become a legendary knight?" asked Angle, swallowing the wine that he had almost choked on.

"There is no revenge left, I have heard the news of that group of people some time ago, all of them died in a mountain forest, and no one survived. A hint of regret flashed in Freira's eyes mixed with happiness, "As for the Legendary Hero Knight, I've long understood, it's just a dream."

Anglie looked at this little girl silently, the little guy who used to have a clear nose on his face has actually matured so much now. Before you know it, you're almost on the verge of becoming a qualified adult.

"I never thought about getting married. If you follow me, there will be many, many dangers" His face calmed down, "Maybe one day I will study an explosive, and I will blow myself up with a bang"

"I have nothing but you, and besides, do you think that after I have been with you for so long, and have slept in the same room many times, there will be anyone willing to marry me?"

Angliel frowned, the atmosphere in the area here is very strict, and the standards and requirements of the church in terms of sex have always been extremely strict. Indeed, as Freira said, it will be difficult for her to find another man willing to marry her in the future.

The chastity of women is more important in this area, unlike in the central part. The different areas ruled by the church and the shamans presented completely different institutions and customs.

I used to live in an isolated town, so I didn't pay much attention to it, but after I came out, I came into contact with more people, and I really realized that this was wrong.

The two sat opposite each other and did not speak for a while.

After a moment of silence, Angele began to scoop a bowl of potato soup, picked up a slice of walnut bread and took a bite of it.

Freira followed suit and began to eat.

There was no sound in the hall except for the sound of cutlery and forks clashing.

Minutes and seconds passed.

After supper, Freira finished cleaning up her dishes and sat down on the couch, staring at Angel. It looks like he will never give up without asking about the results.

"Rayla, you're still young," Angel pondered his words, "it's not good for you to decide your life so early. ”

"I don't understand those big truths, I just know that I can't live if it's not you, maybe the same result as my mother is the best ending. Freira's big blue eyes stared at Angel fixedly, without blinking.

In her eyes, Anglie is mysterious, with a lazy appearance and temperament with savage and nobility, obviously not from a bad background, sometimes serious, every move is faintly convincing, and it is almost impossible to see his imperfections. Such a man is undoubtedly the best male protagonist in a novel for a little girl who grew up in the town.

And what makes Freira care the most is that she is afraid that if she doesn't tie up this man earlier, she may mysteriously disappear one day in an instant, and then leave her side forever.

"Let's wait until you're older" Angli rubbed his eyebrows, faintly feeling a little headache. He can naturally understand Freella's thoughts, but it's a pity that he doesn't say that he often does some high-risk experiments, that is, the endless energy radiation around him, and it's okay to suppress himself in peacetime, but once he encounters an enemy opponent of the same level, if he doesn't pay attention to it, the aftermath may shock the ordinary Freella, or the radiation will hurt Freella's body.

Maybe you can use your own flesh and blood to solve Frela's physique, but Anglie is not sure, and if the bloodline is applied to ordinary people, the result is likely to be that a little bit of blood and flesh may completely devour the little guy who is a mortal.

If you really want to combine and don't solve this problem, Anglie will only be able to find an existence similar to him in the future.

"Okay, let's talk about that later. Angree stood up and turned to walk to his room.

He hadn't taken a few steps before there was a muffled bang at the main entrance of the tomb.

"Green!!" came Helia's anxious shout outside the door.

Anglie's face sank, and he hurriedly walked to the main gate and opened the door.

Outside the door, Helia stood alone with an unconscious woman in black on her back, his left ear had disappeared, leaving only a blood scar, and only a red blood hole was left in his right eye, and traces of blood flowed down the corner of his eye.

Friera's exclamation was faintly heard behind Angele.

"Come in!" Angliel looked solemn and moved out of the way, letting the two of them hurry in the door. He noticed that blood was still dripping from under the woman on Helia's back. And it's dripping all the way.

"Get to the treatment room!!!" he commanded loudly.

Helia carried the woman in black on her back and hurried into the front treatment room, carefully placing her on a gray and white bed. "Grimm!!hurry!

Anglie was putting on her sterile white leather gloves and walking quickly to the black-clad masked woman. As soon as he saw the woman's injury, he also took a slight breath.

The woman had a horizontal wound on the chest, waist, abdomen, and three places. It seems that the blade of the knife cuts through the body and bones horizontally, leaving only a little bit of flesh on the back to connect the body.

The woman's entire body only needs a slightly larger vibration, and it is likely to be broken into three parts. The wound appears to be connected by a white silk thread that is not completely disconnected.

Helia quickly explained, "We used your white scissors to connect these threads, or else," he said, choking up.

"Let's take a look at the injuries first!" Angre said in a deep voice, picking up silver scissors with both hands and slicing open the black clothes on the woman's waist, revealing the white and tender blood-stained skin inside. (To be continued.) )