Although Lydia had been lying on the crack in the wall and watching, she had never found any sign of not smiling, and she had no idea where he was hiding. Along the way, however, Lydia got used to his elusive habits, and now she was able to put on the same common face as the three children.

It's just that he stuffed a notebook in, what did he want to do?

Lydia was full of suspicion, and threw the notebook to the young man, so that he could see what he could tell if he didn't smile.

Unexpectedly, the young man immediately threw the notebook back to Lydia, gestured to turn the book, and shook his head - he was illiterate. Lydia looked at Finks and Shirley again, and they shook their hands.

Most of the members of the Red Pavilion came from humble backgrounds, and it was impossible to recognize a few words unless they were servants of aristocratic families, and most of the commoners and untouchables were illiterate.

Lydia frowned, silently said "offended", and opened the notebook.

The penultimate page folds a corner and reads, "Dear Princess Lydia: In the middle of the chamber the right wall facing the entrance can be dug open to the cellar outside the house, where the Cann-Clan can take refuge." Order the red dragon to go around the main gate from the exit of the cellar to ambush him, ready to kill the hammer warrior; Command the Finks to disrupt the hall view with misty arrows; I beg you to use the prestige of the Princess of Guns to suppress the fleeing outcasts and avoid conflict. With the Soul Master's head landing on the ground, act immediately. ”

Lydia thought that if she didn't laugh and speak concisely, she should just write a few simple words. Unexpectedly, not only the sentence is complete, but also takes into account the grammar and beauty, and even the two unpronounced decorative letters in the name "Lydia" are meticulously depicted in flower-style characters.

She whispered the order not to laugh, and while the young man and Cruise quietly dug through the wall, she flipped a few more pages forward, and the more she looked, the more surprised she became.

Flipping through the few words she spoke in the snow room at the beginning, the next page reads, "Kill the demons, take revenge." But the words have been crossed out and replaced with "gather, resist, build, repair." A few words stretched out with many lines, with ideas, plans, and revisions, and a full six or seven pages full of writing.

Until the last page, he wrote his conclusion: the Red Pavilion should not be found, but the Red Pavilion should be created.

"It seems that you don't want to live anymore." The hammer man eagerly picked up his heavy weapon, closing in on the outcasts step by step.

With each step of approach, the displaced people took a step back.

But the room was not spacious, and after six or seven paces they had their backs to the wall, and there was no way to retreat.

"Be careful, don't smash their heads flat." The staff man smiled gloomily, "Priest Trick said they had to hang their heads on trees......"

His voice came to an abrupt end.

The hammer man only heard a click from behind him, and a man's head had rolled to his heels.

The head of the Wandman.

Until death, he still wore that gloomy smile.

The hammer man was in a trance, and he seemed to see a dark figure standing in front of him.

The door suddenly opened, and Finks rolled and fired an arrow, and the thick fog that burst through immediately obscured everyone's view. A blazing flame burst through the door in the smoke, and the hammer man didn't even have time to scream, the air was already filled with the foul smell of charred corpses.

It happens in the blink of an eye and ends in the blink of an eye.

Before the outcasts even understood what was happening, the two thugs who had hunted them down had become two corpses.

As the smoke cleared, Lydia came out of the chamber, cleared her throat and asked, "Who are you?" ”

Seeing that the Hammer Man and the Staff Man were killed, Joe and the outcasts probably deduced that these people and Priest Trick were not all the way.

But if you are not a person all the way, you may not be a good person.

There are so many slave owners in this world, Joe has been sold three times, he once naively thought that he would meet a better slave owner, and each time he refreshed his understanding of "cruelty".

"Who are we, your?" Joe replied angrily.

"Hey, you braised egghead." The young man crossed his hands and said with a displeased expression, "Even if you don't think we saved you, at least you can speak politely to the princess." ”

Obviously, the revenge of the last general had already caused a psychological shadow to him, and he almost deduced that the few people in front of him were white-eyed wolves, just like the people in the village.

Being called a braised egg head, Joe was already displeased, and when he mentioned the title of a nobleman, he spat in disgust: "What does the princess have to do with us common people?" ”

The few little guys behind him also helped: "We only respect one princess, and the other princesses are rotten cabbages in the ground!" ”

The young man glanced at Lydia and asked in a pretentious manner, "Oh?" Which princess do you admire? ”

"Princess of Fire!" The little guys roared in unison, "She is the embodiment of divine light!" Her spear pierces all demons! When the demons heard her name, they were so frightened that they came out with and urine! ”

Lydia's face was hot and itchy, and she wanted to dig a hole in the ground.

"Then you see her now." The young man presented Lydia in a gesture of "grand recommendation" on the opera stage.

The outcasts were stunned.

The ups and downs of life make people more cautious, and they've all heard the story of the Princess of Fire, but none of them have seen it with their own eyes. Now that suddenly a young woman dressed in ordinary linen clothes and holding a wooden stick called herself the Princess of Gunfire, they naturally did not believe it easily.

They exchanged words for a moment, and a small man stepped forward, first of a samurai etiquette, and then broke the tip of the spear with his backhand: "My name is Cui Yi." Allow me to try your marksmanship, lady. ”

Seeing Lydia's acquiescence, Cui Yi let out a loud cry and stabbed seven times in his hand. These seven strokes are actually the most basic moves in marksmanship, which is to attack the enemy's seven important body parts.

Lydia didn't move, the stick in her hand seemed to be wielding at random, but it happened to interrupt the opposing attack every time. Just after the seven moves, Lydia turned from defense to offense, and the wooden stick suddenly conjured up more than a dozen afterimages, instantly enveloping Cui Yi's upper body!

Triy wanted to defend herself, but she couldn't, and she was about to be beaten into mud by the shadows of the sticks in the sky, and suddenly disappeared into Lydia's palm like a hallucination.

"Bang." The barrel of the gun in his hand had been broken into several knots and fell to the ground.

"Assassination is not just a stab, it is necessary to gather the strength of the whole body to the tip of the gun." As she spoke, Lydia stabbed without warning, and Joe, who was ten paces away, immediately felt that something had hit him on the head of his shiny braised egg.

When I reached out and touched it, it was a small insect that had just flown by, and it had been turned into pieces under Lydia's sting.

"This must be the Princess of Fire!" The outcasts fell to their knees with a puff, "Please forgive the princess for our rudeness!" ”

Lydia hurriedly beckoned them to their feet.