After that, Vared spoke to Anne for a long time. Most of them were talking about love. Anne hadn't talked to Vared for a long time, so she had been chatting for more than an hour. Finally, she said that the three of them were going to continue to go south and go to Tyreal. After traveling through this southern commercial country, she took a boat to Arabia further south.

Vared told them to pay attention to safety, especially on the sea, no more natural disasters than on land, and there are pirates of all races. It is necessary to choose strong merchant ships and sail in groups. Anne nodded and said that she knew. The two of them said to take care of each other. Then they ended the conversation.

"You are very sad about those little girls' meows." When Valed was halfway through his speech, Elsa, who had come to make fun of him, jumped from the treetops to Valed's shoulders. He said to him.

"They are my wives after all," Vared replied.

"Just because of this? Because of the husband and wife relationship, and the responsibility meow?"

"Of course not, I still like them very much. It's not just because of relationships and responsibilities."

"It's a meow..." Elsa responded casually, then jumped to the treetops again: "Go back to sleep, there is a meow here. Don't worry about meow. If you don't go back to comfort your sister, meow will be really angry. Then the pain will be your meow."

"I know, I'll leave the work of vigil to you, Elsa." Vared said this, and walked into the tent. Seeing Isabella pretending to be asleep and ignored her, she walked over and sat down, and pushed her shoulder.

"Are you still angry?"

Isabella shook her shoulders and shook Vared's hand away. She still ignored him.

"Okay, okay, sister~" Vared put down his figure and lay beside Isabella and hugged Isabella's waist again: "Don't be angry, okay?"

"Hmph..." Isabella was saved by Valed like this, a little angry, and turned around and hugged Valed and leaned in his arms.

"You will pick up something nice."

Speaking of which, Valed and Isabella walked together during the day and hugged each other at night, and had been traveling like this for more than a month. However, they still maintained a relationship of more than a couple and less than a lover - to put it bluntly, they had never done anything they had done before. It was not a big deal, but it was a miracle.

Maybe there is still a chance.

Isabella didn't know how it was. Either the woman couldn't hide her face, or she was waiting for Valed to act. However, Valed's words, this count who "had long been no longer his own" had some ulterior motives.

That was what happened after he learned from his mother, Madam Windsor, Isabella's true identity. Why was this sister so rebellious, so arrogant, so arrogant and bloodthirsty...

Because...

"But, no matter what, you are always my sister."

Vared thought this and came to his senses. It was already early morning... Isabella had already gone to bed. He didn't know whether he was talking to Isabella or talking to himself.

"Of course, I am Earl of Castein."

While saying this, he let go of Isabella's arms, climbed up and walked out of the camp. He pulled out his two swords, one long and one short, and slowly practiced sword skills like a flowing wind and water. He saw Tonia's light blue light shining on him, dragging a long shadow.

The moonlight was bright, making Vared not like a man in the mortal world. The sword technique he used was also ethereal and outspoken - but soon, the faint light flashed in Vared's eyes, and the sword technique immediately changed, as aggressive as the moves he had used to fight against the enemy before. It was completely biased towards practical combat, practical - to be precise, it was killing people.

People are romantic people, and love is romantic love. However, what they pretend to be in the heart is the hegemony of the imperial map, and they are the five thousand clans of Sylvania. Ambitions point directly to the sky, and their methods are naturally cruel and ruthless. Such Valed really cannot say to Isabella "not letting each other down."

In the morning of the next day, Isabella got up but didn't see Valed, and his heart was jumped. Then he smelled the smell of meat and heard the crackling sound of the bonfire. Then he breathed a sigh of relief and knew that Valed was getting up to make breakfast.

The siblings and sisters had breakfast. The conversation was still as casual as usual. They still looked like they couldn't get along with each other.

Um……

Lovers above, but not full?

At the same time, less than two hundred miles away from the Valed brothers, the object they tracked, Katy Colosia, was in a desperate situation. Lian Tian's desperate situation, Lian Tian's battle, lack of supplies, medicine, and lack of sleep... In this case, the original majestic and outstanding combat power of the witch hunter elite had less than 10% of their heyday's combat power, and they were completely trapped in a desperate situation.

Her left hand was holding the prickly sword tightly. Her body was full of dried blood-coagulation fragments, and her right arm was curled strangely in the opposite direction of the bone joints. The black leather suit on her body was also scratched. The wound was not effectively treated, and the continuous battles repeatedly cracked, and some places even became suppurated and even rotted.

Her body spasmed slightly. Due to excessive blood loss and wound infection, Katie had been suffering from high fever two days ago. Because of high fever and blood loss, she felt dizzy. Her body was sore and weak. It seemed that she could fall down at any time.

Injury, illness, fatigue... She didn't even dare to sleep anymore, afraid that she would never get up again if she fell asleep.

Logically, she was at the end of her journey, with no reinforcements, no allies, and no hope. The injuries all over her body were enough to kill her. In such a situation, she should have been desperate. She should have stopped herself or surrendered to her followers. However, she did not do so.

His eyes were still sharp and his breath was still even. Take action...

Still able to kill people!

"Damn it, damn... This girl has become this virtue, how can she continue to fight?!" The mercenary leader of a small mercenary group thought in his heart. If someone told him that someone who became this virtue could still kill people - no, it should be said that a person who became such an injury could still move, he would laugh and say that the other party was nonsense. However, this time, he saw it with his own eyes...

The animal wearing black skin made a move and tapped the sword three times in a row. His three subordinates covered their throats and fell down. The quick move made people unable to help but want to be amazed.

"You, come on! This girl's head is worth thousands of gold! As long as we kill him, become famous and make a fortune, it will be very easy!"

The mercenary leader did not dare to do it himself, so he urged his subordinates to make money. They were not young men like Valed, and even if they offered 50,000 Jin Lar, they could curse the other party sting.

Even if you can't get all the thousands of gold lattes in your pocket, you can get hundreds of gold lattes by yourself. This is already a lot of money for a person. The top card in the city's large clubs is the price of sleeping overnight. With this money, you don't have to make a living in the wind and rain. You can go home in a glorious way, buy dozens of acres of land, and live a good life with a wife.

Seeing this group of mobs being tempted by the interests, their eyes flashed and constantly approaching themselves. Katie felt ridiculous in her heart. When could such insignificant despicable people threaten her? It's really...

"You can't consume too much energy... These scums are mostly kicked out by the other party to explore the way. You have to find a way to escape. As long as you can escape, you can-"

As soon as Katie thought of this, she stabbed the sword straight out, swung the tip of the sword, and then killed the three other people in three consecutive moves. Then she snorted coldly, turned around and walked slowly towards the side as if nothing had happened. Taking her momentum, the remaining mercenaries did not dare to move.

Seeing that no one of his subordinates dared to move, the mercenary leader gritted his teeth and held the axe and quietly pressed it over, trying to give her a ruthless one behind his back - but seeing him follow him, Katie didn't turn around, he thought he was planning to raise the axe high. Just then, Katie turned around suddenly, and with a sword, pierced from the bottom up, straight into his mind from the mouth. The man was born.

Seeing Katie withdraw his sword and return to the sheath and leave without looking back, his boss lay straight on the ground. The group of mobs immediately screamed and ran away - it was not far from the Claw Coast here...

"Very, very good...so..." Katie walked forward with difficulty while cheering herself up.

"So what can happen?"

As if it appeared out of thin air, the swordsman with a brown wide-brimmed hat, a brown-black cloak, and a leather glove leaned against the tree trunk, asked Katie.

"You-" Katie's heart skipped a beat, turned around and looked at the other person in surprise. The man also raised his head, revealing a thin and sinister face.

"Treville..." Katie whispered the name.

"That's right, it's me, our legendary witch hunter, the guild's eternal first place..." The sinister man called Treville sneered and said this in a sarcastic tone.

"Of course, now it's a traitor, heretic and depraved son."

"..." Listening to this former colleague and competitor's vicious slander, Katie was so weird that she didn't feel angry, she just felt extremely ridiculous. Fame, interests, can these things really make a person so ugly?

It's incredible.

Without anger, helplessness, and hatred, Katie looked at Treville with a unique pity.

"What's your look?" Treville screamed as if he was being stepped on his tail. He punched Katie in the face, knocked her to the ground, and then kicked her mercilessly in the head and body. He shouted as he kicked:

"You idiot, idiot, loser, and a depraved heretic! What qualifications do you have to despise me with that damn look?! You have to know that now I am the strongest witch hunter in the Demon Hunter Guild! You are just a garbage and a past term!" (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to subscribe to (this site) and reward, and your support is my greatest motivation.)
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