(First of all, Wang Nuo would like to apologize for the inconvenience caused to everyone by today's update.t.t. I didn't do it on purpose or intentionally.)
"Come out."
Aranza walked to the balcony and pointed her sword at the corner of the balcony. But to the naked eye, there was only a wooden deck chair there.
"No need to hide, no need to be surprised, I know you are here."
Aranza continued, while moving the weapon to the left - the soul point took a few steps to the left.
Finally, the air in Jianzuo became slightly distorted, and a figure shrouded in a black robe emerged.
"Can you see me?" His voice was hoarse.
Aranza knew this man, or at least knew of his existence. When he saw Crete at the mercenary office during the day, he had been following Crete, but he never showed up.
Aranza did not answer his question, but stared at him coldly and said, "What are you doing here?"
The figure under the black robe revealed one eye. Aranza was surprised to find that this eye had no whites or pupils. It was a pure black eye.
Aranza's surprise only lasted for a moment, and then turned to disgust. In Cecilia's deep blue realm, there were many books, some of which introduced foreign races. Aranza read a lot of them as a pastime at the time. The black-eyed person in front of her
People, no, this kind of creature is called a dirty shadow in books - a filthy, disgusting race. Aranza still remembers the illustration in the book, where a naked woman was pinned to the ground with a frightened face, her chest
It seemed that she was being ravaged by something, but there was nothing on her body. Only through the reflection of the light, I could see a demon-like black shadow smiling evilly on the woman's body, enjoying the pleasure of sex from this woman.
.
"I didn't expect that there are still shadows alive." Aranza said coldly. The shadows were eliminated hundreds of years ago.
But Zuoying seemed to dislike the way Aranza looked at him, and his voice grew louder: "Don't look at me like that! That's your history spreading rumors!"
"Bang!"
At this time, Cyril heard the noise and slammed open the balcony door! She did not speak, but half-hunched her body, the dagger stopped in front of her, and stared at the person in front of her cautiously.
Aranza glanced at Cyril, nodded to her, and then said to Dirty Shadow: "Okay, I don't want to argue with you about things that happened hundreds of years ago. I'm asking you once, what are you doing here?"
"Smug human!" Zuoying snorted softly and said, "The fourth young master wants to see you."
"Fourth Young Master?"
"Merciful Master Crete."
Aranza's eyes showed disdain and she said, "I'm not interested."
Hearing this, Zuoying hissed and laughed. His laughter was very strange, like the sound of tearing parchment apart continuously. He laughed at Aranza's disgust for a moment and said, "Are you sure you don't want to see the fourth young master?"
? Aranza Lane!"
Aranza frowned and said, "Do you know my name?"
"Hiss, the bards in the tavern are singing your praises, son of the King of Heroes."
It seems that if you want to know the answer, you can only follow the dirty shadow to see Crete. Aranza took back his weapon and told Cyril to wait for him in the wooden house, then let the dirty shadow lead the way to see Crete. He didn't know that he
Why did he care that the dirty shadow knew his name? Maybe the defeat in the battle of Yilan taught him to be cautious. Of course, soon after, Aranza understood that being too cautious would make many things troublesome.
The dirty figure merged into the air again, but Aranza could still feel his position. Step by step, she followed him out of the cabin and walked onto the unique wooden bridge of Lydia Bay.
Stopped in front of an inconspicuous cabin.
"It's you! It's really you. It turns out you are Alanza Lane!"
As soon as Aranza stepped through the door, she heard an exaggerated cry. Crete almost jumped in front of Aranza, grabbed his hand affectionately, and said: "That's great! I finally saw a real person! You compare with the portrait.
He looks much more handsome!"
"..." Aranza was a little confused by the situation in front of her.
Crete, however, held Aranza's hand tightly with no intention of letting go. His eyes showed excitement and he kept running around Aranza's body, which made him feel very uncomfortable.
"What are you doing to find me?!" Aranza shouted with anger rising in her heart.
Crete then let go of his hand and said, "Oh! Sir Aranza, do you know? You have always been my idol!"
"I just want to know how you recognized me. If I remember correctly, I shouldn't have told you my name."
At this time, the shadow that had been hiding in the corner made a voice and said: "When you were at the mercenary office, I peeked at your ID."
Is it that simple?!
Aranza couldn't help but feel amused. And Crete kept talking. It turned out that many bards in the tavern were praising Aranza's name recently, from his founding of the Thorn Mercenary Group to the unification of Kay State.
There were songs praising that although Aranza failed at the last moment, in the songs of the bards, it seemed that this was just a small threshold for the rise of the Hero King and was not worth mentioning.
Seeing that the development of things was completely different from what he thought, Aranza simply turned around and prepared to leave the hut in Crete.
"etc!"
Crete shouted: "Lord Aranza! I helped you solve the mayor's problem! Don't you want to say anything to me?"
"I don't want to," Aranza turned around, shook her head, and said, "Besides, the matter of killing the cripple seemed to have been put down by the Tulip family."
Crete put on an expression of sudden realization: "That's it! How could I forget that you are also a member of the Tulip family! I wonder why someone could get ahead of me."
"Think slowly, I'm leaving." The nerves turned from nervousness to speechlessness. It turned out that it was also very energy-consuming. Aranza suddenly felt a little sleepy.
"Wait! I haven't said anything yet!" Crete shouted anxiously again.
Hearing this, Aranza really hoped that there was something serious: "Speak!"
"I want to duel with you!"
"...not interested."
"If you win, I will follow you and be your subordinate! If you lose, you must hand over Cyril Jane to me."
"..." Aranza became increasingly impatient and said, "I won't use my people as bets. Besides, it's useless to have subordinates like you."
"Oh, no!" Crete grabbed his hair in frustration and said, "Lord Aranza! You...you said she...she is your person...she is your person..."
Only then did Aranza notice that Crete had misinterpreted his words.
Regarding Cyril, Aranza did not want to deny himself. He had some inexplicable feelings for Cyril, but after Jessie died, his heart also died.
But on this occasion, Aranza obviously did not intend to explain, but said: "Yes, Cyril Jane is my person."
"Oh, no! Stop talking!" Crete continued to shout, "You are my love rival! I must fight you!"