In front of the courtyard of Alice's research group.

Charlene hesitated for a long time, finally made up her mind, went in and knocked on the door, waited quietly for dozens of seconds, and heard a weak response: "Please wait a moment."

With a creak, the person who opened the door was a red-haired knight apprentice, and his appearance was still in the past, but his complexion looked very haggard and his strength was outrageously weak.

"Is it Miss Charlene?" The other party asked politely.

"Uh, yes... do you know me?" She thought she would be blamed, or left out, or even closed.

"I only found out a few minutes ago." Beverley squeezed out a weak smile and made a sign to invite in.

"Thank you." The female knight just entered the door, turned around the entrance, and instantly felt that she was locked by a familiar idea.

Charlene frowned, followed the breath she caught, walked up the corridor quickly, and pushed open the door on the right hand: "Luya Inbas! Why are you here!?"

On the balcony, a tall and slender woman dressed as a maid looked back and smiled: "Long time no see, little Charlene."

"Why are you here! Don't tell me? You are the same, the same, ** with him!?"

"Don't be nervous, I'll come here occasionally to take care of a few incompetent guys." Luya is carefully applying red nail paint to her fingertips, her tone is very relaxed and happy.

"You mean the guy downstairs?" Charlene immediately returned to normal, walked to the seat in front of the balcony, and sat down carelessly.

"Of course, otherwise, do you think it's just that guy who can find you who hesitated for more than half an hour?"

"You, you, what nonsense are you talking about!" Charlene jumped up from the seat as if her tail had been stepped on: "I just want to apologize for that person's chaotic behavior! That's all. Hesitate!"

"Oh! Understood." Luya put down the nail polish bottle with satisfaction, flicked her rose-colored nails, and rolled her red eyes: "What a pity, I plan to tell you the whereabouts of that kid."

"Wait a minute!" Charlene raised her left hand and made a mute gesture. After a while, she raised her tight face: "I want to apologize in person, so you must tell him where he is!"

"That's it...but—yes!" Luya deliberately dragged the last syllable for a long time, and then she burst into laughter until someone's face flushed with anticipation:

"It's useless to tell you now, you won't be able to see him for a month."

"Do you dare to sell more!" Charlene was so angry that her little eyebrows huddled together.

"Mystertin's dream, he is staying there now, and he will come out in another month." Luya's eyes flashed with crystal light, and her brows were full of excited smiles:

"When he comes out, how far will Yale progress? It would be great if he broke through to the fourth rank. With his character, he will definitely find Genevieve a shame. Just thinking about it, I will endure it. Can't stop getting excited."

"Did he also go to the Misty Ting Dreamland!" Charlene had mixed feelings in her heart. She had stayed there by herself, but for various reasons, she could not break through the fourth rank.

"Aren't you looking forward to it? What kind of spark will the showdown between your own brother and the person you like spark?"

"Why do you know!" Someone stepped back in surprise, blushed suddenly, covered his face and snorted.

Luya tapped her fingernails on the armrest and lowered her long eyelashes: "Genevieve and Yale have never met, let alone a feud, and suddenly came to the door and beat them up, besides you, there will be other things. The reason? You and I both know that he has never been a messenger of justice."

"I don't care, I don't care! Let them die together!" Charlene covered her face and rushed out of the door.

"It's really exciting." Luya ignored her, walked slowly to a potted plant that had not yet germinated, picked up the kettle and sprinkled a circle of water evenly: "What kind of flowers will it bloom?"

Mistertin's dream second floor

boom! A huge force slammed down, the water surface was instantly evaporated, and the earth briefly exposed its circular surface.

The eight figures were stubbornly fighting in one place, the wind pressure of the violent collision spread in waves, and the steam was quickly dissipated. With the smell of blood all over his body, Yale quickly rushed into the remaining fog and tried his best to escape into the distance.

Six puppets chased after them, and the remaining one pulled out its bow and crossbow, and shot three arrows in a row at a place in the fog.

Not good! Not good!

The knight urged his fighting qi to stop the wound on his body, sinking into the dark world with all his strength, and was dragged out by the floating light almost in an instant.

Even so, it was too late, three arrows chased after him like lightning, two of them shot through his calf, and the other one went deep into his chest.

Yale didn't dare to slack off, he freed up his hand and pulled out an arrow from his chest, while the one on his leg was forced out by a grudge.

A month ago, he deliberately kept half a hundred puppets, trying to put pressure on himself to improve in the form of competition. But now that I think about it, this plan has probably failed.

In the past month, the puppet has been strengthened to the intensity of madness, not only can it fight directly with the knight, but also has the super perception ability of seeing objects in the water mist. As the bow and crossbow of the old line, it has also been strengthened to an unbelievable level. At least with his current intuitive state, there is no way to completely avoid it.

Must kill one! Just kill one first and you'll be able to get rid of them all at once!

Thinking of this, Yale suddenly shot out his falcon sword, nailed it into the body of a giant tree, and dragged himself up! With the help of pulling force, the hands are constantly exchanged to hook the body of the tree, and continue to move towards the crown of the tree.

The seven puppet team arrived later, and rushed up to the tree trunk as if walking on the ground. At the same time, they quickly filled the arrows into the crossbow, but their movement speed did not decrease in the slightest, and the arrows were shot like clouds and water.

The knight could not avoid it, and his abdomen, left arm, and right shoulder were quickly severely injured, and his body slanted, breaking a branch and falling.

The puppets stood in a row, instantly aimed at the target and pulled the trigger. The swirling arrows penetrated the layers of leaves and quickly caused secondary damage to the enemy.

This is the time!

Yale was hard against the rain of arrows, let the wound explode, and cut the black with all his strength, hitting the tree and using force to bounce back.

Ka-cha-!

The trunk of the giant tree was severely damaged by a single blow, almost being cut off by two-thirds. It swayed a few times above the wound and smashed into the water.

The puppets now have only two choices, first, jump down immediately, and second, hug the branch and fall. The first choice, for them without the ability to stay in the air, almost turned themselves into immovable targets. The second option will also greatly slow down their mobility.

The seven puppets had to hold onto the branches, lest they be killed one by one as they fell apart.

Just before they fell to the ground with the branches, black lightning broke through the twigs and leaves, and the blue veins on the arms bulged, smashing the nearest one into pieces.