The black flames on the rubble gradually extinguished, and there were no other light sources except some surrounding areas that were ignited. Russell's shadow on the ground, pulled by the swaying fireworks, kept twisting.
Hermione tried to track him down and found that the other party had completely cut off contact. Guys with a background were really difficult to deal with. Did the witches also feel the same way when they were chasing her?
During the day, there were still narrow and dilapidated streets and houses, and there were not many people there. Now it was turned into ruins, which made her somewhat sad.
The isolation auxiliary ritual failed, and the residents in the distance also noticed something strange. There were noises and strange movements in different directions.
They were still worried about why there were so many strange phenomena just now, and why the side of the Yildi River had completely changed.
"Why are you doing this? Who are you?"
Count Russell, who clenched his hands, was breathing heavily, staring at the incomplete position on the rubble, without suppressing the indignation in his tone, having forgotten the original danger.
"Do I still need your opinion on what I want to do?"
Having finished her help, Hermione clapped her hands and left. What she did just now was to share some pressure on the Tillings family. If Mrs. Lysa wanted to take revenge later, she would not focus on the family or herself.
As for Earl Russell's attitude? It's none of his business. The most he can do is mention it to Grant, who he knows, and there are some problems internally.
Earl Russell, who had not yet calmed down from reality, suddenly found that he was the only one here, and the person who intervened had not noticed when he left.
The secretary and adjutant also ran here. Most of the streets here were destroyed and blocked the roads, and the darkness made walking a little troublesome.
The person who gave them the extremely dangerous aura seems to be no longer here. Why is the count clenching his fist in front of a pile of ruins and rubble? Is it because of the lady?
"Go immediately and let them get rid of those people. No one will be left alive."
"Yes, Your Majesty."
The adjutant and secretary both looked at each other. They didn't know whether they were talking to one person or both, so let's leave together.
The count seemed to be in a very bad mood, and it would be better not to get into trouble at this time.
Walking through the difficult night road from the original road again, back to the martial law cross street in the next district, each led the redwood soldiers guarding here to their destination, and then there was continuous and intensive gunfire.
Parry also came here with Elze Russell, who was holding his drowsy half-sister Bartholdi Denno Russell in his arms.
In order to prevent the accident that Lessa might take Danno away, Count Russell did not let them stay at home, but hid in a church somewhere.
"Father, please be more careful. Aunt Lesa is no longer here! Danno still has me to take care of her, so that's fine. After all, being with those people is not the right choice."
Elze approached Earl Russell and kept talking about his thoughts and opinions without any concern for the occasion and emotions.
Pari covered his forehead. This was in line with Elzer's nerves. He didn't care about the occasion or his father's identity at all. It would be a big deal if it were leaked.
"Can't you find someone to talk to today? Get out of here."
"Didn't you tell me to calm down a bit recently? I'm leaving right away, just in time to take Danno back to sleep. It's really too chaotic outside."
Elze, who had not been here long, held down his sister who was about to go find her father for a hug, caressed her back and left with Pari.
The prepared security teams and redwood soldiers have also arrived here to search, and the dark city is lit up with bright lights.
Hermione, who returned to the guardrail on the top floor, woke up the two people who had sat down and fell asleep, and took them back to Vernut's old house.
There was also a lot of movement outside the courtyard, and a few firelights passed by from time to time, but they did not affect the inside.
"Is this the end? I don't know what's going on with them."
Graf found that except for being attacked unexpectedly once, it seemed that he had not experienced anything else, except for the scene where he saw the firelight dancing wildly.
The wound on my shoulder seemed to have no effect, and the medicine was pretty good. It was a warning to myself not to let down my guard no matter what I did when I went out.
"Some losses are unavoidable, and the other party also ran away. But at least they will be more conservative if they have conflicts in the future."
The old Kerns sat on a chair and opened his eyes to answer the questions of his younger brother. His younger brother Tyne had also left Yasen with his people. This time he really thanked the distinguished guest for his help.
"Everyone should go back and rest. It has nothing to do with us from now on. Just be careful of the Star Yan Society's revenge."
Graf pushed Kerns back to the room, and Angelica, whose face was still in disbelief, also walked back with difficulty. She clearly saw those visions, and she could never go back, just like Hermione did to her.
Say this is fate.
Coming to the space below again, Hermione chatted with her old friend who had been paying attention to what she was observing, and reminded him that he could almost find a supporter.
"I'll think about it. It'll be fine if you don't find it troublesome."
"As long as you're awake."
"They told me that His Majesty was resurrected and got a response. Do you think I should believe it?"
Faced with this kind of knowing question, Hermione did not give her own analysis. Change does not happen overnight, and acceptance requires a process.
"If you think it is, then it's okay. If it's not, it doesn't matter."
"Too perfunctory."
Joao woke up leaning against the pile of debris next to the wall, and quickly looked left and right to look for Joao, but due to the darkness, he could only see the place in front of him.
The people leaning here with him were all residents he didn't know, and from time to time there were a few people from the security team carrying people and throwing them here.
Don't worry too much. If Ao wakes up, he will go back by himself. Staying here is not an option.
Eager to know the outcome of this battle, he quickly took a few breaths to clear his consciousness, and then disappeared into the darkness without anyone noticing.
If the Tillings family was severely damaged by Xing Yanhui, then I would contact a ghost myself.
Maybe the result is really like this, after all, the bias of Luen's group of guys is very obvious.
The wooden house surrounded by trees shone with dazzling light, but after a moment, the surroundings returned to calm, and the original sounds of animals gradually faded away.
Lesa threw Jose, who was holding her arms with one hand, onto the wooden bed. With her left hand, she tucked the hair that fell in front of her forehead and eyes behind her ears. Her beautiful appearance was no longer the contemptuous one it was before, but instead was filled with anger and viciousness.
Who is it? Why didn’t the person hiding in the shadows take action from the beginning? When did he take action?
I thought about the possibility that it might be Tillings’ help, or someone from the official side, or maybe he just happened to encounter this incident.
It was because of my own fault that I allowed my helper to be held back without paying attention to it. It wouldn't have happened if I could have made it a little more troublesome.
Lysa, who couldn't deal with the mess, sat on the edge of the wooden bed. The surface of the unconscious Jose's skin continued to have bulges, and he still needed to soothe the negative effects caused by interrupting the ritual.
He should deal with the matters in front of him first and then go back to settle accounts. It would only be a pity for some members of the organization he has developed. And him.
