"Nine is the extreme, nine is the beginning of change! Find the silver moon and you've found everything! ”

The words of the invisible bird were steaming hot, imprinted on Victor's eardrums. The words scrambled into his mind, declaring their existence. The Midnight Lord gritted his teeth, resisting any possible impact on his mind.

The most important thing he has learned in his long life is to turn a deaf ear to the words of any subspace creature. Don't think, don't accept, don't refuse—even if there is insight, the cost needs to be paid by the soul.

He just tensed his muscles and pressed his hand to the combat knife, holding his breath and waiting for the next attack from his enemies. Bloody blood was surging, and his opponent wouldn't be so careless next time......

"Victor?"

The light dispelled the darkness around Victor and briefly shook his eyes. By the time his vision was clear again, the bleeding wounds from the rain were gone. Only the creaking of the swaying window pages with broken glass.

The Midnight Lord slowly turned his cervical spine and saw Luo Jia standing in the doorway. He put on a light dressing gown and held a candlestick, and this was the source of his sudden brilliance. He rubbed his eyes, dazed by the startled awakening. "You...... What's going on? ”

Victor silently withdrew his humming lightning claw blade, beginning to regret why he didn't wear a helmet so much that he was instantly recognized.

"A little trouble." He looked at the shards of glass on the floor and the pits on the floor, and stood up with the pain in his chest. The claws pierced into his flesh, but they didn't damage the armor outside. Broken glass cut his lip and was bleeding.

Luo Jia raised his eyes, and from his expression Viktor knew that the kid didn't believe a word. He looked out the window at the night sky. "Are they still there?"

"Maybe." Victor resisted the urge to jump out of the window, "They can't stay in reality for too long. ”

Luo Jia blinked, obviously he still had a lot of questions, but he didn't say them, just remembered what he heard carefully. Victor was once surprised by the child's precociousness. It may be too early to impart knowledge of the Primordial subspace, but Victor is too lazy to think about these things. These are the things that other people have to worry about anyway—he thought almost with a little schadenfreude.

He walked to the window and looked down through the broken glass. The streets had returned to normal, and the carriage that had disappeared into the darkness was moving along, and the emaciated old horse was spewing hot air. The experience of unnatural, dark, and invisible strange birds seemed to be just a dream of his.

"Have you heard anything? In particular, it resembles a strange sound like a bird's call. Victor asked.

"How many pills did you inject today, how many units?" Luo Jia shook his head and asked cautiously behind him.

Victor touched his empty waist, where there used to be a tube of medicine. He jumped out of the window, landed lightly on the ground, followed the direction he remembered, and sure enough, found a needle in the puddle.

The good news is that it shouldn't be that he has overdosed. The bad news is that taking more than he is much worse for his health.

The Midnight Lord turned around and saw Luo Jia poking his head out of the window. He rolled up his sleeves and leaped down with the same agility, falling silently to the ground.

"Not bad." It was difficult for him to praise it once. He saw traces of himself in Luo Jia's movements, even though he never taught the other party how to fight. He did so on purpose, and guessed that Shelley and the others were the same.

This makes sense, it would be unwise to choose to sharpen a knife first when faced with a knife that is difficult to handle, and unfortunately, the Emperor's sons have always shown their extraordinary.

The golden-skinned child stretched out his hand in an unquestioning gesture.

Victor pursed his lips. "I'm in pain right now." He whispered, showing his weakness as much as he could. "You know, I just finished fighting, and some ...... The worst thing. ”

This is not a lie. His mind was still buzzing with the sound of the bird. The soothing potions in his armor had been injected in one go during the battle just now. Now the colors in his field of vision were drifting in grotesque shapes, and his muscles trembled slightly.

Luo Jia grimaced, and her outstretched hand remained motionless.

Victor briefly weighed the pros and cons, and reluctantly placed the muddy syringe in the palm of his hand.

The hand retracted sharply, so fast that Victor couldn't even see it. Luo Jia opened the seal and sniffed, his eyes sharpening to the Midnight Lord. "It doesn't seem like it's on my list for you?"

“…… It's just an emergency preparedness. Victor stepped back imperceptibly, "I never used this one since you left." ”

"For how long?" Luo Jia jerked at the loophole in his words.

"Just one or two ......"

"'Just'?" Luo Jia asked sharply, his childish voice changing tone in exasperation. "Once or twice is enough! After your threshold is pushed up, what can you use to satisfy your body? This is it now, what about later? ”

Victor had to take a step back to avoid the outburst of rage. "Special Circumstances...... You should at least believe Shelley—"

Luo Jia interrupted him abruptly: "I don't believe any of you. He grinded his teeth, "Every one of you is a wayward bastard, who talks about secrets, but in reality acts recklessly. You made me believe her, and where is she? ”

Expressionlessly, he crushed the syringe, letting the fragments sink deep into his palm. Victor stared at the dark liquid that fell between his fingers, and his breath froze.

"You exiled outcasts." Luo Jia said word by word, "Do you think I can't see bullet marks on the hull, or do you mean that I can't check the loopholes in the logbook?" Using the secrets of the bloodline as a bargaining chip, he tried to manipulate me. But why should I be at the command of a bunch of losers? ”

He stopped abruptly and looked at Victor's expression, as if he regretted talking too much. But the Midnight Lord just watched him quietly.

"You're right...... But the wedding is really dangerous, and that lady is not what you think. Victor whispered.

The rain drenched Luo Jia's hair and ran down the corners of her eyes.

"Then what is she, and why is she your enemy? Who created me, and who are you? ”

"I ...... I can't say. ”

Luo Jia nodded, raised his hand and wiped the rain from his face.

"You really are the least intelligent of them all, and you don't even want to lie." He turned, and without looking back, walked to the other side, "It's time for me to go and explain the hole in the window to Colfaron." At dawn of the next long day, when the sun rises, you can come to Trivani's mansion for the wedding or not. ”

Victor stood still, letting the rain wash his armor. He watched Luo Jia's figure disappear and didn't move for a long time. Luo Jia's last words lingered in my ears.

"I'm not going to be manipulated by anyone, for any reason. I'm going to be in control of my own destiny. ”

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"Erda?"

Shelley frowned slightly, scrutinizing the woman in front of her. The latter was dressed in the robes worn by desert travelers, with light brown skin and a few strands of black hair falling out from under his turban. In the desert-covered Colchices, she was unremarkable, but her eyes were surprisingly impressive—they were a deep brownish-black, pure and clear, with a maternal sadness. They are the eyes that the painter is trying to put on his Virgin, reflecting the wounds of Christ and the whole universe.

It was by these eyes that Shelley recognized her. Apparently, Erda also recognized Shelley.

"My little girl." The oldest female Eternals stepped forward with a smile and shook the mechanical priest's hand. "You've changed a lot."