"Why go through the guild? No, the guild still accepts this kind of task?" Nemo finally pulled himself out of shock.

"As long as the confidentiality fee is paid, the mercenary guild will not disclose the information of the designated team. If Miss Savage does not release the task through the guild, when the plan is discovered, it will definitely be the first Suspicion on her team. When she does this, the outside world will tend to believe that she deliberately appoints other teams that have nothing to do with it in order to protect her team.”

The female warrior was absent, and Adrian naturally took over the task of explaining. He coughed lightly and continued the topic: "According to common sense, it is more appropriate to designate other teams. Unfortunately, your strength is really exaggerated, and Miss Savage also understands your people - it seems that she really values ​​this task. ."

"As for the task object, the mercenary guild has never limited. Just get the money." Jesse lovingly caressed the box of snacks left for Ann, and wanted to The posture of eating with the box. "Mr. Wright, even if you rush into the mercenary guild to put up a quest of 'I want to marry Princess Delia', they will still collect your deposit and take a cut of it as usual, and then quietly wait for this stupid quest to expire— Unless the leader of the team gets his brains drenched in alcohol and takes on this stupid joke."

Oliver hesitated for a moment, but decided to give Jessie a firm look.

Nimo ignored the slick tongue of the blond youth, and his focus was elsewhere: "Mr. Cross, you seem to be surprised by the content of this task...don't you?"

Although Adrian Cross's expression was not at all rich, Nemo could barely see some of the emotions of the taciturn knight commander. Adrian didn't even roll his eyelids when he and Oliver were about to jump up at the task content.

"Yes. But I have no right to inform you about the details of this matter on behalf of Miss Savage." The knight commander's tone was very firm.

The sun has completely risen, and the air is still hazy in the early morning. The shops on Clement Street have begun to open their closed doors one by one. Curious to be curious, they have more important things to do.

The appeal itself took a full day.

Clement's Inquisition itself has a knight's heart. According to the agreement of the isolated island court, if the testee expressly appeals, the price of activating the Knight's Heart shall be paid by half of the court and the testee.

Nemo clenched his lost and found staff bitterly, and even began to consider whether to sell it. This world is not fair, he thought, he could turn surface creatures into demons that never existed, but he couldn't turn stones into gold coins.

Oliver had to use Tumbleweed's public funds after emptying out the meager private money.

"An will kill me." Oliver muttered desperately after the people in the court took the voucher.

"No, I can get you back." Nemo tried to comfort his lover. "But I think she'll cut the remuneration for this assignment."

Next is the long book processing and boring appeal application process, and lunch is naturally not eaten. It was not until the sun was about to go down that another knight's heart stored in the Clementine Inquisition was called out.

Facing Oliver this time, the heart of the knight was completely unmoved - anyone with kindness, even if there is no knight's oath, can make it beat a few times. And right now it was lying deadly in front of Oliver, stingy with even a slight twitch.

As they infer. As Oliver himself broke away from the existing magic system, all magical vows ended, and the tests for these vows naturally yielded no results.

"It may be that there is something wrong with the detection of the isolated island court." The staff of the Clementine Inquisition did not look good, "and according to the latest information, the jellyfish was summoned in Road Sign Town. There are other villains. You only need to pay for the rest of your actions, I will report the results, and your death penalty will be removed today. But Mr. Ramon, about your 'no mercy', I will report it truthfully.”

Oliver's all attention was on the loss of the amount of the black seal account - his heart was dripping with blood, and he couldn't pull a polite smile on his face. Respond vaguely: "Please."

And as soon as he walked out of the gate of the inquisition, he almost bumped into a large lump of softness.

"I don't think they gave you anything for lunch," Nemo said nervously, wrapping a large piece of baked cake in a clean handkerchief. The sweet aroma hits the surface. "You must be hungry and like to bake cakes? If you want something else, let's go now, this is for Jesse."

"Hey!" Jesse called in dissatisfaction.

Although his heart was still withering because of the impending bankruptcy, Oliver still unconsciously raised the corners of his mouth.

Since the events of Blight Castle, Nemo has been very concerned about his diet. In an odd way, Oliver did not resent this concern. He unceremoniously took the baked cake and ate it all over his mouth. "Yeah, starved me to death. Things are going well, at least now there won't be any religious team running after our ass."

"Oh." Nemo breathed a sigh of relief, "Let's grab a cheap room in the hotel while there's still time? We're going to get the news now."

However, the situation of the female warrior is not good.

It's not that Ann Savage himself suffered a terrible disaster. In fact, she was in a cobwebs and grime tavern near Doru, the capital of Alban, guarding a dusty corner with a mug of spirits and a grey parrot.

"Didn't you check it all out?" The grey parrot hopped on the table in dissatisfaction, scoffing at the scratched and greasy wooden table. "It's time for us to go back!" If we don't go back, the **** spider might really replace the great Lord Bagelmoru, and the grey parrot still cares about it.

"Wait a minute." Ann said vaguely, taking another gulp of wine.

"One person?" Seeing that the female warrior was dizzy, the guest sitting in the other corner stood up. The burly man with a big beard glanced up and down at An, and spoke up with a very clear purpose.

"I don't like your type, goodbye." An burped, knocked the glass on the wooden table, and part of the wine spilled onto the wooden table with her movements.

"Don't say that. You don't seem to be in a good mood, I just want to be concerned-" The man sneered twice, glanced at the spear behind Ann's back, and stretched out to grab the female warrior's right wrist , the action is very strong.

An Leng snapped her fingers with her left. A flash of lightning flashed, and the man screamed and took two steps back.

"Encountered with thorny wildflowers, dirty beard?" The man's other companions jeered rudely, "You bark like a mongrel being stepped on. You can't even handle a girl. , tsk tsk."

"Fuck." The man was so embarrassed that he pulled out the short knife from his waist. "A man drinking like this here, and now decorating a girl here? Bitch, I warn you. I'm..."

"I also warn you." Ann pulled the leather armor, turned slightly, and showed the black badge on her left chest. "You **** fart here again, and I'll cut off that thing under you and stuff it in your mouth myself—well, 'plug' might not be the right word, 'twist' for 'twister' might be more appropriate. "

The men in the other corner laughed louder, and some even whistled.

The man's face turned blue: "This woman is a snake-level black badge!"

The laughter in the corner stopped abruptly.

Ann snorted and continued drinking. The man looked at her again with a complicated expression, and walked back to the corner cursing in a low voice. The guests in the corner whispered and stood up to ask for the bill.

"A group of cowards." The female warrior burped again, "Boss, have another drink!"

"Do you want me to beat them up?" Bagelmore enthusiastically suggested, jumping even more happily.

"No." Ann forced a smile, poking the feathers on the parrot's chest with her fingers.

Working alone for many years, Ann has encountered such scenes countless times. Since acting with those strange teammates, I have never had such a bad experience. She was even a little uncomfortable now.

Habits are a terrible thing.

If the etiquette instructor heard her now, she would have screamed loudly, and then fainted to the ground with a graceful enough posture.

"Your Highness Andrea, please don't show your teeth when you smile."

"Your Highness Andrea, do not touch food that has not been cut into small pieces, and you must not make noise when chewing."

"Your Highness Andrea, have you memorized all the greetings I taught you today? Be extra careful when speaking, and use different vocabulary when dealing with each class..."

"Your Highness Andrea, please stop teasing me by pretending to be Your Highness Annabel!"

It has been twenty-one years since she and her sister last saw each other. And they were destined to never see each other again, An Yi couldn't accept this reality - she still remembered the pale little girl crawling against the wall, her face was full of tears and sweat.

Yes, she hasn't had time to see what her sister looks like when she grows up, and Annabelle is definitely not half similar to herself now. Her gentle, timid, and uncontested sister should live obediently in a birdcage made of gold, and these power struggles should never have entered the life of Princess Alban.

"Belle..." the female warrior murmured, smashing the wooden handle of the oak wine glass.

Although she no longer has any nostalgia for the Alastair family, Ann still feels in her heart that they will meet again. Walking as a black chapter for so many years, she has been paying attention to the twin sister's movements from time to time.

According to the orders of their father, the king of Alban at the time, fourteen-year-old Annabelle was engaged to the fifty-year-old Duke. At the request of the duke, Annabelle married two years later and had a daughter the same year. The old duke had constant lovers outside, and his health was not very good. Before he was sixty years old, he died on the bed of a mistress.

The title of the duke was inherited by his younger brother, giving Annabel a corner of the castle. The once beautiful Nightingale wore a black dress and has since stopped appearing in any public places. Rao is the upper class that is quite open on the issue of lovers, and the princess has not had any scandals.

She lives quietly and poses no threat to anyone.

But their elder brother, Aldric Alastair, still did not let go of this quiet sister.

Ann can guess the reason, and it makes her sick. If Eldric really does this, there is only one possibility - as an adult member of the royal family, Annabelle is still young, and she may still give birth to a son with royal blood. Unlike the underage Princess Delia, a baby boy who is still in swaddling is enough to affect the current situation.

But he is their elder brother, and Annabel has done her best to reduce her influence. An Yuan thought that their elder brother would not be so thorough.

The wooden thorn from the broken wooden handle pierced into her palm, and the blood mixed into the wine pulp. The alcohol caused a burning pain, but Ke An was still clutching the fragments tightly, his teeth chattering.

She can no longer trust Aldric, twenty-one years is enough to change a lot. Their elder brother is no longer the big brother with bright eyes who would say "Can I hug them" to his mother.

Delia can be dangerous.

Eldric did not kill Delia. On the one hand, it is to avoid being criticized for doing too much, and on the other hand, it is estimated that this young chess piece must be firmly grasped. He could make countless plans around her. When the emperor was still in power, he tried to win over the Horizon mercenary group and the mercenary guild behind her with Delia's engagement.

Unfortunately, as far as she came into contact, Godwin Lopez was not like someone who was obsessed with status and wealth, and Eldric's abacus was probably in vain. The emperor must have known this for a long time, so he let him fool around with a cold eye. So what will he use her as a bargaining chip in the next step?

Now that Annabel is dead, the last barrier to protect the young princess has disappeared.

Her sister's daughter, her niece. It is impossible to have an independent will in this life, and it will only become a dead thing like a weight, at the mercy of others.

An open palm, staring at his **** palm.

I made a mistake in my judgment once, which led to the death of my sister. And this time, she couldn't do anything to stand on the sidelines.

But before that, she must confirm one thing - she must meet with her niece and seriously confirm Delia's own will. Otherwise Ann could not be sure if the scene from twenty-one years ago would be repeated.

It was the eleventh birthday of the two princesses of Albans.

Their father, the late emperor of Alban, planned to use this to show his royal power, and chose the church where the devil's skull was stored for the ceremony. Unexpectedly, when the emperor was going to give his final speech, the skull of the demon king that should have been sealed in the Dragon Breath stone cabinet disappeared.

Someone stole it during the ceremony, the whole church was in chaos, and all the troops were used to search for the thief.

And Ann gets a long-awaited meeting—

"Hurry up, hurry up, Belle! They're going to find us!" The memory himself raised his skirt and shouted anxiously outside the wall. Her young sister was sobbing softly against the wall, her face full of hesitation.

"I... my foot twisted, Ann." Annabelle cried, "Are we really going to run away? Or, maybe my father wasn't that bad."

"I heard it with my own ears. They wanted Uncle Flint's wife to die, and then Sonia did." Ann gritted her teeth, "Did I say so? He We even decided who we'd marry in the future.' When they're adults, Flint should take care of himself. Let him pick one and marry the Duke of Early.'...He was crazy, at that time We're only nine years old, and the Duke of Early is almost fifty!"

"You don't say that about father, he...he must have his own ideas..."

"Didn't we agree, Belle?"

"Yes, but my ankle really hurts... It's dangerous outside, Ann, why don't we go back?"

"Will there be a second time like this? There is only such a devil skull, and we happened to be in the church where the skull was stored, and the thief chose to steal it today. That's when they forget to watch us, this kind of chaos will only happen once, listen to Belle, once!"

"I, I still don't want to... This wall is so high." The young Annabelle began to choked again. "I don't want to go... Ann, don't go too, okay?"

"Your Highness Annabelle, Your Highness Andrea! Where are you, come out quickly, it's dangerous outside—" The shouting got closer and closer.

"Come on, Belle, they're here. I'll follow you, just dance, trust me!"

"I...I'm sorry, Ann. I'm sorry, I dare not." Her sister burst into tears.

Then her figure disappeared from the wall.

The young An was stunned in place, but she was stunned for only a few seconds before rushing towards the woods behind the church. She cried and ran, her lungs aching like a knife. The eleven-year-old child is full of the pain of being "betrayed", and she still remembers that pain to this day.

She didn't realize at the time that that day was their farewell.