Miss Adviser almost bite her lips, although she would never believe that Lord Thane would betray Aouine, but her natural calmness and reasoning made her have to take this possibility into account.
But whether it is Lord Thane or not, as long as it is any of the list, it is enough to have a devastating blow to the kingdom.
Amandina couldn’t help but be gray.
Anyone often hates traitors over the enemy, and she is no exception. The pain of being betrayed is difficult for outsiders to understand. Amandina almost shredded silver teeth. If hate can kill, perhaps the real traitor has long been without a burial site.
After a long passage through silence, Knight stopped.
The young Knight walked two steps forward and knocked on the wooden door in front. Squeak, the wooden door opened, a small head came out from behind, staring at the three people with vigilance – it was a strange, Amandina was the first time to see this strange Magic creature, the other side wide nose, big Human beings are full of distrustful expressions, screaming and screaming: “What are you doing, the owner is meeting!”
The two Knights didn’t dare to neglect. They knew that this is one of Warlock Sadr’s attendants, and quickly replied: “The adults want to see her.”
The strange look at Amandina, the gloomy gaze made Miss Adviser seem to have been stabbed a sword, her face turned white. But fortunately, the monster quickly regained his eyes, nodded said: “I will report, you are here.” After that, it closed the door.
But it was at this time that there was a resound in the door.
It was a woman with some angry screams:
“The waste you promised me to have been completely ruined now, Sadr, you’d better deal with your one’s own trouble, don’t let it affect other plans. That awful woman didn’t put the ultimate seat In the stagnation world, I can confirm that it is here now, but things are not that simple, you better be careful -“
Another voice quickly pleaded: “No, you listen to me, just a little trouble. I didn’t expect Aouinian to have the strength to resist. It must be silver to learn the ghosts of those damn guys. But it doesn’ t matter, I am mobilizing my men stationed near Baishan, adults, you have to believe that some mortals in the district are unlikely to hinder the Silver Lineage. As for Trentheim’s trouble…”
This voice obviously belongs to Warlock Sadr, but Amandina is slightly strange. Who can make this wizard Boss trembling with fear?
Could it be that that woman is behind the scenes?
The woman’s voice coldly interrupted Sadr Baron: “Don’t worry about Trentheim anymore, the beacon is already in that person’s hand. All you have to do is find the key first; I hope this time you can get it done, don’t Let me be disappointed again, Sadr, you know your end.”
“In addition,” she paused. “Don’t blame me for not reminding you. If you don’t really value your opponent, I think you may not be able to leave this place. But in that case, you don’t have to worry about you.” What the opponents will do to you, you don’t need to know this anyway.”
Amandina still wants to listen again, but suddenly she heard a scream, and the wooden door in front suddenly turned into a shard of debris. A black shadow flew out. It was the previous one, but this guy already One of the heads hit the wall not far away, and the head broke through the blood.
Then a young girl walked out on the debris of the ground.
“Yi?”
In the midst of the smoke, the girl saw Amandina and snorted softly.
And Amandina also froze at the same time, because she actually saw the miss merchant.
No, that can’t be completely said Miss Romaine. Because her head and appearance seem to be exactly the same as the miss merchant, but her temperament and look are completely different, and a black hair completely different from the slightly merchant’s curly brown hair is scattered behind the girl, her pupil is actually Presents a bright golden.
The pupils filled her with a dignified atmosphere, like two golden burning flames. She looked up at Amandina, who was taller than herself. The voice was full of surprise colors.
“You, you…” Amandina was filled with fear: “You are Twilight…”
Miss merchant lightly smiled.
She stretched out the white, slender fingers and lifted Amandina’s chin – although the latter was much higher than her. “Look who this is, my dear Miss Adviser?” She smiled and turned her head back, The warrior Warlock Sadr said: “This is the key you have found, Aouine’s princess His Royal Highness?”
“Adult, I…”
Warlock Sadr turn pale with fright, just want to say something, but miss merchant but coldly looked at him, petite body within the body has emerged a group of black fog, turned into a black cloud of smoke disappeared in this corridor.
“Wait a minute, Sadr, you better not to break my good deeds.”
Miss merchant The sharp voice echoed in the corridor.
“And my dear friend, I will cherish the memories that are with you – but goodbye.”
Amandina is like a white paper.
……
Miss merchant The sharp laughter still haunts the corridor and gradually goes away.
Two Bansiya Knights stunned at the scene – watching the black smoke scatter from the corridor. Warlock Sadr’s gloomy gaze swept over: “What are you doing?” He said coldly, “Clean it here.”
One old, one less, two Knights quickly bowed their heads, and the sound should be.
Sadr turned and looked up and down Amandina. The words that the woman had left before made him start to feel something wrong: “Are you a Princess of this country?”
Amandina looked straight into the other’s eyes without fear, her eyes were clear and firm, but the brief remark.
Sadr sees the heart of coldly snorted, knowing that one’s own psychological suggestion can’t work. The wizard enchantment spirit’s spell is powerful, but it must be built on the premise that the other party is not guarded, and if the spell recipient knows your means well, then it is more hopeful.
He was afraid of breaking the brain of this little girl, thinking that he didn’t continue, face was gloomy compared to Amandina with a gesture, indicating that she was following.
Although Amandina did not answer, but also understood that his sense of resistance at this time is meaningless, silently followed. The two entered a study, Warlock Sadr did not speak, took a message ruby from the drawer, and rubbed it with his fingers.
About a quarter of an hour later, a knock on the door came.
“Mr. Sadr.”
When Amandina heard the sound, she only felt blood flowing into her brain. Although she had expected it, she couldn’t help but tremble. Warlock Sadr knocked on the table, and the door opened itself. Amandina looked up and looked out at the door. The anger looked like two sharp long swords and stabbed the man.
The people outside the door apparently did not expect that they would meet such two terrifying eyes, and could not help subconsciously take a step back.
But when he sees who the owner of this gaze is, his face can’t help but change: “How is it?”
“Who is she?” Amandina hadn’t had time to open her mouth. Warlock Sadr, who had a bad premonition, had already asked for it. He sat motionless in one’s own position, his face was clouded and terrifying.
The one who came is Makarov.
The belly of this royalist, the crafty fox of Lantolian, the confidant of Cannnon Archduke –
The traitor was wearing a gray fur coat at the moment, and the cashmere cap on his head was covered with dew, rain and snow. The riding boots were covered with semi-dry soil, which seemed to arrive at the light castle soon. A short road has not yet had time to rest.
Amandina looked at his sad look, and couldn’t help but sneer, dignified Aouine’s courtier, who was showing such a cautious, swaying look, where is there a little royalist leader?
This is the lifelong pursuit of this person?
If you really want to be benevolent.