Belicia's footsteps sounded in the dungeon, getting closer and closer to him.

The last time I saw her was that rainy night.

Lausanne II's vision was a little blurry.

How many years ago was that?

Where? Eternal Star City? Emerald City? In his remote and hard-to-find assassin's cabin, or in Turnbull's chief's house, which is as simple as an army sentry post?

Lausanne II closed his eyes tightly.

The footsteps stopped beside him.

"Why, are you surprised to see me?"

Her voice is sweet but lazy, reminiscent of the warm sun in winter.

"No," the vampire killer's voice was hoarse, "Kathleen hinted that you would come."

The woman sighed softly:

"As expected of a knife bitch, I sold you out now - I don't miss my old feelings at all."

Lausanne II did not open his eyes. He tried his best to keep his voice steady: "They asked you to persuade me to surrender?"

"almost."

"That's not—"

"That's impossible," Belicia finished his words first and sighed softly, "We all know this."

Lausanne II opened his eyes.

He turned his eyes inch by inch and looked at the person coming.

Looking at his most familiar face.

"But you still came."

Belicia looks different from before.

She is still beautiful and charming, with a moving smile, even more moving than before.

But Lausanne II knew that she was no longer the girl who giggled with him on the roof while watching the sunset.

Maybe she never was.

"You should take a look at the battles of those big shots outside," Belicia sighed, as if complaining to an old friend about the troubles of life, "Do I have a choice?"

Lausanne II was silent for a few seconds.

"You have it."

The killer said softly:

"You should have had a choice."

Everyone should have it.

The girl who once accompanied him to watch the sunset on the roof was stunned for a few seconds. She raised the corners of her mouth and smiled.

"Did you kill that tower?"

"tower?"

Lausanne II frowned.

"Yes, tower," Belicia said in a nonchalant tone, "The abandoned sentry tower outside the North Gate Bridge is tall, pointed, old and broken. It looks like a person bending down to wave: Are you coming?

?”

Watchtower...

The killer's thoughts moved.

He moved his gaze and looked at the woman again.

That charming woman with the same smile.

The killer understood something.

"You, it's you." He affirmed.

Belicia smiled.

"for me."

She raised her eyebrows and curled her lips:

"First use the knife bitch as bait to spread the word and lead you to Beimen Bridge..."

Belicia walked slowly and came behind him.

"I will lead you to the sentry tower and tell you: yes, this is a hunting trap, and the Knife Bitch's backstage is probably on the top of the tower."

Lausanne II's eyes froze.

"For most ordinary people, maybe it would be time to give up, but..."

But she understands me.

The vampire killer said silently.

"But I know you."

Belicia's words were calm and confident. Without stopping, she slowly approached the weak light in the corner.

"And with your pride and arrogance, or in other words, extreme and paranoia..."

As the woman gets closer to the light, the shadow behind her becomes wider and larger.

Until it completely enveloped Lausanne II.

"You have to at least try."

Belicia said softly.

He will try to move forward.

Belicia looked at the small flame of the lamp that was flickering in front of her eyes but still burning.

Break through obstacles.

Escape the trap.

Even at the end of the road.

Even if you are covered in bruises.

Until he breaks through the obstacles and even reaches the tower.

Take a look at what the scenery is like on the top of the unattainable tower.

As for why he had to do this...

Belicia took out a cigarette box from her arms, elegantly took out a cigarette, pressed the cigarette butt on the surface of the box, and flattened the tobacco.

"As Old Turnbull said: Only like this can you rely on pain and self-destruction as a fulcrum to completely break through yourself, completely kill the once meticulous, naive and upright knight apprentice, and transform into a new person..."

In the deep darkness, Lausanne II said nothing.

"...Become the man covered in blood, stepping on countless corpses, rushing to the extreme without changing his expression, and making people fearful - Lausanne II."

Belicia sighed.

"Once upon a time, even if those targets you were targeting were informed in advance and prepared, even if there were iron walls and bodyguards all over the place, even if they were anonymous and hidden, they would still be unable to escape death, except for the black sword..."

Jingle Bell.

The chains on the prisoner's body made a soft sound, interrupting the woman.

Except of course, Black Sword.

Only the black sword.

Belicia in front of the light turned back, looked at the prisoner covered in shadow, smiled, and continued:

"Of course, the knife bitch and the sentry tower are just the beginning. As for how to catch you in the trap, especially to prevent you from running away when the situation is bad..."

In the firelight, Belicia relaxed her wrist lightly and put the cigarette end to the flame:

"The 'Head Wolf' Feisuo paid for the recruitment of people, but at my suggestion, he posted bounties in batches, and the news he released was half-true and half-false."

The shadow cast under her became thicker and thicker, almost covering the entire dungeon.

"The first batch is the cannon fodder who came to die for the sake of making a fortune without knowing what they are doing, but they are better because they are hot-headed and there are many of them. They have the right to warm up for you."

The cigarette burns black and smoke rises.

Lausanne II was expressionless, as if he didn't hear anything.

"Then there are the experienced veterans: mercenaries, adventurers, outlaws from the Brotherhood, and contestants in the competition. They have both strength and hard ideas, so they must be fully prepared and force you to deal with them carefully.

,constant consumption.”
To be continued...