Chapter 121 / The end before the beginning - the illusory shattering
"You guys, have you seen any strange people nearby?"
Seeing the white figures in front of him, Flanriel turned around and left.
Her eyes were cold and gloomy, and even the dirt on her face could not cover up the dark circles under her eyes.
The dirt all over her body made her look like a beggar boy, and her staggering and floating steps were even more unimaginable. Just under the slender robe, there was a deadly blade hidden.
After touching the letter placed in his underwear, Flanriel's eyes loosened in an instant, revealing a hint of sadness and pain.
At the moment of turning over and jumping down, she looked back at her because she was worried, but saw that Erite was stabbed to death by Yiwen Ian on the spot. At that moment, she almost wanted to rush back.
On the viewing platform, I died together with Yiwen Ian.
But when she landed, she was in a disorderly mood and slipped and fell heavily on the steps, causing her to be bruised. While she was stunned, she also woke her up. Now she has no ability to Xiang Yiwenyi at all.
En takes revenge, after all, she has seen Kaos who was killed by Yiwen Ian and the white giant wolf who was skinned and the eyes were scattered.
So, all she could do was bring back the report that Arret had secretly handed to her, along with his death and the cause of death, to Prince Rosanfir, and His Majesty the Emperor, and then commit suicide to atone for his sins.
However, the White Rose City is still in the city ban period, so she wants to wait until everything is calm before sneaking into the airship heading towards the empire and leaving the Nanling.
"Young Master...you've seen the wrong person after all..." Thinking of what Arret told her with a smile before parting, he still believed that Yiwen Ian would let him go, Flanriel hated her lips.
It was almost bitten, "That person...is not a saint... but a... a complete hypocrite!"
Cynthia was startled by the girl who suddenly rushed into the alley, but the young man/girl with gloomy eyes looked at her coldly, then staggered away. Seeing her walking, she was really at any time and anywhere.
You may fall and hurt all over your body.
Watching the girl's back gradually disappear with some concern, Cynthia rubbed her knees that were painfully walking, then pulled the hood on her head, and was stunned-
She didn't expect that she would finally drag Yiwen Ian down.
The one-eyed man slowly walked into the alley with the still hot bread, squatting in front of Cynthia on one knee, looking at her calmly: "Let's go, Miss Cynthia."
Cynthia looked at the man in front of her. She had saved his life out of kindness. Then at first she thought he was just a stupid and honest mute beggar who had the strength, but suddenly spoke yesterday and revealed the real name of Wolf Smoke.
Not to mention, in the subsequent escape, facing the sudden attack, he also showed his powerful swordsmanship and knocked down all the men in black robe-
What flows out of the piercing and split body is not the red blood of normal people, but a kind of yellow oil similar to jelly.
According to Potts' explanation, it is a biochemical golem called "corpse puppet".
Nolan Gier can't go back. In the past two days, Cynthia and Potts have fled around and don't know what to do next and where to go.
"Wait until it's over," Lamberts told Cynthia, "If you don't want to leave South Ridge, hide until it's over."
"Also, don't go to Yiwen Ian."
Cynthia was stunned, but did not ask why.
Because she had no intention of troubleing Yiwen Ian-
"Forget it if you die...that would leave a mark in his heart for a lifetime..."
Following Lamberts, Cynthia thought this way with some fatigue. Anyway, her life has lost her goal. If even Nolan Jier can't go back, she really doesn't know where she is.
The destination.
Flanriel eventually fell down.
Miss Swordsman, who is very good at taking care of people, doesn't take care of herself very much. Usually, with Arret reminding her that she still can't see it. When she was alone, she finally fell to the ground due to fatigue and hunger.
"His Highness Adesh! In this case, you ran out to buy things with the wanted orders all over the city. How could you bring strangers to the 'secret room' in this case?
Come!"
When she woke up again, in a trance, there seemed to be an angry voice saying something loudly.
Then another slightly gentle voice reminded the other party in a low voice: "Wenna, whisper, she is still asleep. I asked Su to look at it just now. She seemed to faint because she was too tired."
"Your Highness Adesh, you...!" The initial voice seemed so angry that she couldn't even speak. She suppressed her anger, "Your Highness Adesh, didn't you say you wanted to become the leader of the Resistance Alliance?
Now except for our wings, almost everyone is watching you, but you suddenly risked the "secret room" exposure and brought a stranger in... You really let Yiwen Ian's army
Are the constitutional officers just decorations?”
"You know, the heads that fell from the neck of the 'cres of nobles were almost piled up in the Paris Square!"
"Vinna... I know this very well... I know his horror better than you..." Flanriel slowly opened his eyes. It was a very dark room with no windows, but the door was open a crack.
, from the crack, you can see the figure of the black-haired girl sitting under the light.
The girl was looking at someone opposite the table and said seriously and seriously: "Kaos is dead, most of the people in the Sword of Revenge have been sacrificed, and most of the people who survived have been arrested, and all this is
I had already predicted to those people at the previous combat meeting."
"We have no hope. Whether in terms of wisdom or real strength, we are no longer opponents who can fight head-on with the Duke's Mansion."
"The hypocritical glory of bullying civilians and attacking ordinary troops has corrupted the pride of the immortal seed into my bones. I can't stop them, so I'm sorry, Cecivenna, for cancer cells that have remembered the wrong information, let them die.
Means—at least in this way, it is possible to see reality in despair.”
"But in this way, the alliance will be over..." The man who couldn't see him was crying.
"Ah...um..." The black-haired girl nodded faintly, "Wenna, when did you start? I think there is still hope for the Immortal Seed Alliance?"
"Hope... has been gone long ago..." The black-haired girl stood up, "False hope is built on hypocritical prosperity. All we have to do is to make everyone in the alliance
Recognize this fact and—”
"Take you out of here, that's what I'm going to do."
Pushing open the door, Adesh looked at Miss Swordsman who was staring blankly, gently owing her body, showing a soft smile—