In a simple and clean room.

Wick, wrapped in gauze, lay motionless on the bed, his eyes closed and a faint breath coming out of his nostrils. If it weren't for the fact that his heart was still beating, it proved that he was still alive. One might think that it was a mummy that had just been excavated from a graveyard.

"Don't worry," Roy whispered reassurance, "he'll be fine." ”

"He's brave, isn't he?" asked Glia in a whisper, as if to say to herself, "He proved his oath with his actions. Her voice was distinctly weeping. Glia thought she was going to lose him, she was afraid of being alone, of losing the only friend she had in the world.

"He's braver than most," Roy insisted, "and his loyalty is unquestionable." Although Roy was not present at the time and did not see it with his own eyes, he heard from the soldiers that they were talking about it in private.

"What about the flamingos and the female assassins?" said Glia, with anger flashing in her pale green eyes, "Did you catch them?"

She wants to avenge Wick. She shouldn't hate, let alone have feelings, but Glia seems to have forgotten that she was also a cold-blooded and ruthless killer in the assassination organization.

Roy grinned and said with a bitter face, "That woman and another witch fled, and Brant used the seven-pointed star magic array to seal the flamingo inside him. ”

The anger on Grya's face suddenly turned to horror. "It's a forbidden art, no magician or alchemist dares to use it, hasn't he thought about the consequences of failure?" Although she didn't know magic, she had heard a little about the legendary forbidden arts.

Roy explained with a slight embarrassment, "He's already succeeded, hasn't he?"

"He's putting himself in a more dangerous position by doing so," Gria reminded sharply, "The Flamingo is an undead holy beast, and its abilities are beyond the control of mortals. ”

Roy said with a sour stomach, "You should have said this to him." After a moment of silence, he added, "Maybe Brant isn't mortal. A smile of regret tugged at Roy's lips.

The expression on Grya's face began to change dissatisfied. "Aren't you friends?" said her cold voice, pausing for a moment, and then unpleasantly, "would you like to watch him pounce on the fire?"

Roy didn't know what to say. There was another moment of silence and he said, "I dissuaded Brandt, but there is nothing I can do to change his decision. No one could change his decision, he could tell from the look in Brandt's eyes.

"Didn't Lord Tyrell send soldiers after them?" said Glia, changing the subject.

"No," Roy said calmly, shaking his head slowly, "those ordinary soldiers are also sent to death if they go." ”

"They won't stop until they complete the mission of the assassination organization. Gria's voice became cold, "We must get rid of—"

Roy nodded undeniably, and without waiting for her to finish, he immediately replied, "Then we can only wait for the opportunity." "These Assassins tried their best to assassinate Brant, and their methods were insidious and bizarre. And their strength is even more mysterious and cannot be underestimated.

Gria pointed out sharply, "We should act first and wait for the opportunity, not wait for the opportunity to act." No one was sure that their next ruse would succeed, and she didn't want to wait so passively.

"We are in the light, and they are in the dark. ”

She silently asked, "I can lure them out." ”

"You?" Roy reminded her with a frown, "their target is Brandt, not you." ”

"The punishment of the traitors by the assassination organization will prompt them to take action. "Glia has never forgotten that she once dealt with two traitors with her own hands. Now this role has been reversed and played by her.

Roy's face changed suddenly. "Wouldn't that be dangerous for you?"

"I can deal with them," said Glia categorically, "and that's the only way to lure them out." ”

Roy retorted, "No, it's too dangerous," he objected, "and Brant won't agree." ”

"Mistress Tyrell will agree. ”

At this moment, footsteps were heard in the corridor outside the house, and after a few breaths, I heard a knock on the door.

A tired Brant stood in front of the door, Knight Quentin guarding him, followed by two knights in silver armor.

Glia opened the door, and after a moment of froze, she bowed slightly, "Lord Tyrrell." ”

Brant walked into the room and looked down at Wick lying on the bed. "How is he?" said a look of concern on his pale face.

Bishop Chris told that it only took a few days of rest for Wick's wounds to heal. ”

"I will command my servant to take care of him. ”

"I've thanked Lord Wick for him. ”

"If it weren't for the fact that he was in front of me, he wouldn't have hurt like this. Brandt's tone was sincere, "If he wakes up, convey his thanks to me." ”

Lying on the bed, Wick raised his eyelids, endured the pain, and said, "My lord, this is my duty. ”

"Wick, thank you. ”

"Your Excellency—"

Brant interrupted, "Stop talking, get some rest." "This man who was ordered to assassinate him before, but now he is desperate to stand in front of him, and his fate has always been incomprehensible to him.

"Lord Tyrrell," said Glia, "I have a plan, and I hope you will agree. ”

Brandt asked, "What plan?"

Glia briefed Mistress Tyrell about her plans.

Brandt looked at her in surprise, then looked at Roy to the side. Brant didn't answer right away, and after thinking for a moment, he nodded slowly, "I'm not against it, but this plan needs to make some changes." ”

Roy blurted out, "What's changed?" and a feeling of unease popped up in his heart.

"Quite simply," said Brandt, "is that I have to be the bait." ”

Roy looked at him in surprise, his eyes a little more confused. "Their target is you," he reminded, "aren't you creating an opportunity for them?"

"It's not certain that Glia's plan will work," Brandt explained, "but if it were me, they would have done it." ”

A wry smile crossed the corner of Roy's mouth, and he looked at Brant in front of him and was silent. He found that the other person was becoming more and more confident, and he didn't know if this was a good thing or a bad thing.

"Why don't you believe in my abilities? or don't you have faith in me?"

"In that case, let's do as Lord Tyrells wants. Glia replied.

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