"Leon, go this way, there is a shortcut to St. Petersburg College!"
Pert came to an alleyway entrance and waved to Leon, motioning him to go this way.
Leon paused for a moment, and without doubting his presence, he and Master Li turned towards this alleyway.
When Master Li walked into this alleyway, he suddenly stopped. In his memory, this shortcut did not seem to lead to St. Petersburg College?
Immediately, Master Li was about to call Leon to stop, but felt a chill in his heart. A sharp knife penetrated his chest, and streams of blood poured out.
Master Li turned his head in disbelief and saw Pert sneering at him, while the sharp knife on his chest was tightly grasped in his hand.
"Why?" Master Li asked with wide eyes and a look of surprise on his face.
Pert curled his lips and said calmly: "Because you are in the way."
At this time, Master Li finally understood that Pert's target was not himself, but Leon!
"Leon, little..." Before Master Li could finish speaking, Pert pulled out a sharp knife and cut his throat in one fell swoop.
Leon was stunned for a moment, then turned his head in shock, just in time to see Master Li covering his bleeding neck and falling down softly.
"Master Li..." Leon murmured, unable to believe the scene in front of him. What made him even more unbelievable was that Pert was holding a blood-stained sharp knife and looking at him indifferently.
"Pert, what's going on?" Leon said one word after another. He really couldn't believe that the usually kind-hearted Pert could be so cruel!
"Leon, die!" Suddenly, Burchell suddenly jumped out from behind Leon, holding the Dawn Sword and stabbed him hard in the back of the heart.
Leon was so confused by what happened at this moment that he couldn't react at all.
He turned around blankly, looking at Burchell's sinister eyes and the shimmering Dawn Sword, his heart filled with sadness and despair.
Pot, whom he considered a good friend, stabbed him in the back at such a critical moment.
This was a mental injury, but it was even worse than the damage caused by the Dawn Sword that was about to penetrate his chest.
Burchell looked at the absent-minded Leon. The Dawn Sword was still a few centimeters away from being able to pierce him. It seemed that everything was doomed.
He gently twitched the corners of his mouth, longing for the man in front of him, bleeding in front of his eyes.
Suddenly, a black shadow passed by and stopped in front of Leon, and the Dawn Sword passed through the chest of this sudden man without any hindrance.
Burchell looked at the visitor in astonishment, then showed a horrified expression, and the hand holding the Dawn Sword kept trembling.
"Impossible! Impossible! You are already dead!" Burchell said in confusion.
Leon stared blankly at the person who was blocking the Dawn Sword for him. Feeling the familiar aura brought by this figure, he couldn't help but trembled: "Are you...Mireir?"
When the visitor heard this call, his body could not help but tremble slightly, and then he nodded heavily.
Yes, the man who saved Leon was Milaire who should have died.
"Leon, we'll talk about the rest later. Let's solve the immediate trouble first!" Mirel said lightly, then took hold of the Dawn Sword and slowly pulled it out.
Seeing Miriel's action, Leon looked surprised. He didn't feel any pain at all, and no blood flowed out yet.
Could it be...
"You... are actually a mutated corpse puppet!?" Burchell exclaimed, and Pert, who was watching from the sidelines, finally realized the urgency of the matter.
After some struggle and thought, he immediately rushed forward, and before Leon and Miriel could react, he took Burchell, crushed the precious teleportation scroll, and left the scene.