Cyril stood up, and through her soul sensing ability, Aranza could clearly see her state of mind at this moment, like a girl in first love...but mixed with a touch of determination, like a warrior entering the battlefield, about to face a life and death battle.
An uncertain duel. She said: "Uncle once explained to me, from your standpoint... But, I don't care what you think, I just need... your answer. Give me a reason... to continue to stay here.
"
"I... am myself, not in your eyes, nor in my uncle's mouth."
After saying that, she closed her eyes.
She waited.
Her body was tense, as if she was restraining her urge to escape, and beads of sweat were dripping from her forehead. At this moment, she was nervous. However, the relief and lightness on her face was yet so expectant.
Aranza looked at Cyril like this and suddenly had mixed feelings.
He knew what Cyril wanted. She gave him a multiple-choice question with only one choice. He knew that as long as he followed her idea, everything would seem to be relieved. However, he did not have the courage to give it to her. Even if
She had stood directly in front of him and asked him for an answer.
Time stands still and is terrifyingly sticky.
In the end, he just walked up to her, kissed her gently on the lips.
"Well, you are my guardian knight."
Aranza paused, took a breath of the cool night air, and then continued with a slightly hesitant tone: "He is also...my person. This kiss can be regarded as a mark."
Cyril opened her eyes, and there was a little ripple in them. Her voice sounded like she was talking in sleep, and she said: "This is... the answer?"
"Of course not."
Aranza shook his head. He felt a little loss coming from the other party's soul, so he hurriedly explained: "Well, this is just a reason for you to stay with me. As for the answer... I haven't thought about it yet, but I
I'll definitely tell you. Well, I mean, I'll make the answer true."
She didn't understand what he said at all, and maybe he didn't know exactly what he said.
Cyril couldn't confirm whether she was feeling happy or heavy at this time. She stared at Aranza's face, trying to see some clues. The more she looked, the more confused she became. After a while, she could only give up.
Then he nodded happily and said, "Then... I'll go back and rest first."
"Well, go ahead." Aranza didn't hold back.
After Cyril left, Aranza turned around and took off the wine bag from the holder, pouring the strong wine into her throat in one breath. Her strong body constitution instantly filtered the wine that rushed into her stomach, preventing even a little bit of alcohol from flowing into her blood.
.So, the son of the King of Heroes, who originally wanted to get himself drunk, found out that this idea was difficult to realize, and his face could only become more bitter.
He threw the wine bag to the ground and walked around in circles, feeling that there was a dark cloud in his heart that he could not get rid of no matter what.
When he realized that spinning in circles made him irritated and then completely calmed down, he pulled up a bench and sat down, neither resting nor doing anything, just waiting for time to pass by. He knew that his sister
Now that he has encouraged Cyril, he will definitely come over to see the "results" before long.
Sure enough, a few hours later, Troxi appeared in front of Aranza.
She was still wearing her trademark red gauze armor, whistling all the way, and the steps under her feet could prove that she was in a good mood. She sat down in front of Aranza, then turned her feet over, and spread out a pair of long wheat-colored legs with perfect curves.
Ta came to the table and said: "Haha, good brother, how did it taste just now?"
Aranza wanted to scold his sister, but when he saw her, he suddenly lost the strength. Even the dark cloud in his heart dissipated for some reason. He said in frustration: "Well, it doesn't taste good."
Hearing this, Troxi was stunned for a moment, then looked at Aranza's expression and said, "Why, you didn't touch her?"
Aranza nodded.
"Good-for-nothing!"
Troxi immediately put on a look of hatred and cursed: "You are really... damn, I spent a lot of effort to persuade her!"
"Why did you let her do this?"
"What kind of problem is this? Shouldn't she be allowed to do this?"
The son of the King of Heroes glanced at him and said, "Well, you are quite free these days."
Tracy suddenly saw Aranza's attitude, so she stopped smiling, but looked serious, and said seriously: "You think this is unnecessary?"
Aranza originally wanted to answer "no", but the words came to his lips, but he could not spit them out - he didn't know whether it was necessary or not.
"Good brother, you have to understand."
Troxi educated her younger brother and said: "In your current position, the focus of dealing with things is not external, but internal. You must ensure that the internal structure of this... organization you established is stable. You
Turn it into a meticulous machine and let it run. And, from a historical perspective, as long as this machine can run normally, your glory will last."
"Well, what next?"
"So to ensure this, you can possess all the women under your command and make them happy to do things for you. This is the easiest way to control them. If this method is useless, then other methods will not be effective... As for men
, for men without ambition, as long as you give them trust, they will be loyal to you."
She didn't know when there was some aftertaste in her tone, and she continued: "An ambitious man will not be willing to rely on others, so you either kill him or be killed by him."
Aranza looked thoughtful and nodded seriously, but then she became arrogant and said, "Well, but...does this have anything to do with Cyril?"
Hearing this, Troxi immediately wanted to hit Aranza on the head hard. As soon as she raised her hand, she saw his solemn face, so she could only give up the idea silently and explained: "Of course it does matter, she
It’s also part of the structure!”
"Part of the structure..."
Aranza repeated Trothy's words, and then said after a long time: "Well, maybe... that's not bad."
If you really need to give Cyril an answer without worrying Aranza, perhaps the explanation given by Troxi is a good choice.
Aranza sighed, then stood up, walked towards the bed, and said to her sister: "Well, I'm tired, I'm going to sleep."
"You kid, when will you stop letting your heart break?!"
Seeing this, Troxi cursed fiercely, but did not disturb Aranza anymore. She gave a few warnings, then got up and left. She knew that adequate rest was very important to Aranza now, but she gave Aranza
The activities I prepared before going to bed were really wasted.
At the same time, on the border between Dirna and Solomon states, there was a coalition military camp headed by the Iron-Blooded Marquis.
Waves of angry shouts and the sound of objects breaking came from the central camp - the Iron-Blooded Marquis, who was over fifty years old, smashed everything that could be smashed in the camp.
The Iron-Blooded Marquis's body is not strong, and his face is not rough. He looks more like a middle-aged aristocratic who likes politics. He has all the characteristics of this type of person, but his military uniform proves that he is an out-and-out aristocrat.
The military commander who buckled the buckle. Interestingly, despite practicing martial arts since childhood, the Iron-Blooded Marquis's talent was not excellent, but he was lucky enough. Before the Year of Disaster, his strength was still at the peak of a senior warrior, and he stayed in it for a few games.
, after the Year of Disaster, he was able to break through and become one of the strong men in the Holy Realm by relying on continuous battles.
Some talented warriors can break through the holy realm when they are in their thirties. This is different from magicians who have practiced for decades or even hundreds of years before entering the holy realm. If warriors cannot take advantage of their age and their best physical fitness,
It is a good time to break through the Holy Realm, but as your body gradually ages, it will be more difficult to break through. Therefore, it is simply luck for the Iron-Blooded Marquis to enter the Holy Realm at the age of half a century.
What's even more strange is that the late-blooming Iron-Blooded Marquis, perhaps thanks to his accumulation of experience, his strength after breaking through the Holy Domain is far superior to that of the average Sanctuary junior strongman. This makes the rest of the legions who also belong to the Holy Domain strongman when he gets angry.
The legion commander withdrew from the camp in a tacit understanding.
If you were hit by the angry Iron-Blooded Marquis, you would be seriously injured. This would not only hurt your friendship, but also your body. Several legion commanders knew how terrifying the Iron-Blooded Marquis was.
In addition, several legion commanders also know that the Iron-Blooded Marquis is actually a very calm person, and the only thing that can make him so angry is about his children.
After crushing all the decent things in the camp to pieces, the Iron-Blooded Marquis still felt that his anger had not subsided. His eyes rolled in his narrow eye sockets, and his gaze swept over the solid wood table in front of him that had been broken into several pieces. Finally, from
He found the letter that made him angry among the debris. He leaned over and picked up the letter. He roared, but it was shattered into pieces.
This letter was sent from Black Chain Castle.
Only then did the Iron-Blooded Marquis realize that it was not the Schumpeter family that abducted Rocky, but Aranza. In fact, he knew very well that with the strength of the Schumpeter family, it was impossible to kill a person without him being aware of it.
A patrol team composed of high-level soldiers, but even if the other speculations were more bizarre or impossible, the Iron-Blooded Marquis really didn't want to link Rocky's disappearance to the Black Chain Castle.
The Iron-Blooded Marquis has stood on the opposite side of the Black Chain Castle, and his daughter has fallen on the opposite side. The result can be imagined.
He thought again of the insincere and sky-high ransom offered by the Black Chain Castle, and his anger surged up again, causing him to roar twice. He was about to raise his hand, but was unwilling to find that there was nothing left to smash in the camp.
At this time, the tent door moved slightly, and a figure walked in.
The Iron-Blooded Marquis was about to curse this ignorant intruder, but when he looked at him, his expression suddenly froze. The burning fire in his chest continued, but was suppressed back into his body by the Iron-Blooded Marquis.
He knelt down on one knee in front of the visitor, and while forcing himself to completely extinguish his anger, he said respectfully: "This subordinate...has met your Excellency."