"Lilina, you care about him very much." Ya said lightly.
"care?"
Do I care about him?
If there must be one answer, then Lilina's answer is...
Yes, I care about him!
I want to know him!
At this time, the expression on Lilina's face could be described as full of fighting spirit.
"What are you two whispering about?" Esther walked over at this time and said with a smile.
"Nothing!" Lilina jumped to the side like a frightened rabbit, her face flushed.
Crow smiled and said nothing.
Esther shrugged nonchalantly, "Come here, I'll tell you my thoughts and see if there are any problems."
Lilina patted her cheek and moved closer to Esther.
Seeing the two people coming in front of him, Esther's expression became serious, and he said: "As for Feonardo and Leon, I promised them that they would solve the curse problem. Let's not mention this for now. The key point is
The question is which of them should be believed."
"And now, my idea is very simple." Having said this, Esther smiled, "As long as we find the painter, all the problems will be solved."
"Painter?" Lilina was stunned. She still didn't understand Esther's intention.
But now, Crow realized that after spending such a long time with Est, he could guess a little bit of Est's thoughts.
"I see. Indeed, finding the painter will be very helpful to us." Crow thought for a while, "But in this case, wouldn't the conditions Feonardo promised you become meaningless?"
"Although this is the case, it also means that the dwarf royal family owes me a favor. This favor may be of great use in the future." Esther said.
"What are you talking about? Why can't you understand?" Lilina felt like she was being left out.
Esther looked at her at this time and said: "This is also the purpose of taking you out during the summer vacation. I hope you can grow a little bit from this experience."
However, Lilina still looked depressed.
"Okay, okay, anyway, I just need to watch from the side." Lilina crossed her arms and said angrily.
Esther laughed.
...
"Where is it? Where is that painting?" At this time, Leon grabbed his hair. His hair, which was not smooth at first, has now become more messy.
Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.
"Who?" At this time, Leon's voice seemed a little manic.
The voice outside the door also fell silent for a while.
Leon immediately realized that something was wrong with his tone, and quickly slowed down his voice and repeated: "Who is outside?"
"It's me." Feonardo's voice came from outside the door.
Leon was slightly startled. What was Feonardo doing here at this time?
While Leon was wondering, Feonardo had already pushed the door open and entered.
"What are you doing here?" Leon asked.
"I'm not welcome?"
Feonardo said: "Isn't it okay for me to come over and see my brother?"
"Of course not." Leon smiled.
Feonardo sat down naturally in Leon's room, and there was a moment of silence between the two. Feonardo did not speak, and Leon would not speak first.
Finally, Feonardo broke the silence: "I heard that you asked Dr. Crow and the others to help you find the painting?"
Leon was startled, but the expression he showed was quickly concealed by him. Leon said: "Brother, I don't know where I heard this news."
"Just some random talk." Feonardo waved his hand and said casually.
"There are too many rumors in the palace. I hope my brother can tell which ones are true and which ones are false."
Seeing what Leon said, Feonardo stopped talking and stood up.
"I came here this time just to tell you that I have found the painting, and you don't have to worry about your father anymore." After saying this, Feonardo walked towards the door.
"Stop! Feonardo, what do you mean!?" Leon stood up and asked.
Feonardo didn't even look back, "Can't you hear me? You are no longer needed for my father's problem, and you don't need to do those little tricks anymore."
"Do you think I will let you do it?" Leon lowered his head, his voice became even more depressed, and his hands hanging on both sides were clenched tightly.
"The throne will not be yours!"
Feonardo tilted his head and said, "That's wrong, the throne has always been mine."
After saying this, Fionado left without looking back.
After Feonardo left, Leon was once again the only one left in the room.
At this time, Leon's face was full of disdain, "Stupid person."
"However, he did let me know whose hand the painting was, and it was not useless at all." At this moment, there was no trace of anger on Leon's face. Instead, there was only a weird, paranoid smile.
At night, the palace was extremely deserted. A strange shadow like lightning crawled through the long corridor, like a mouse.
Finally, he came to the end of the corridor and in front of a huge stone door.
The slender, demonic hand touched the boulder door, "I'm here to find you."
"Who is there!" The patrolling guard's voice suddenly came, causing the crawling figure to escape quickly, but his shadow had been spotted by the guard.
"Stop!" The guard quickly rushed forward, trying to stop the unknown shadow.
A trace of blue light flashed past, and the guard's face instantly turned ugly.
There was fear and astonishment in his eyes, and his body was frozen in place, unable to move. The next moment, the last ray of light disappeared from his eyes.
Bloodshot threads overflowed from his neck like pearls, and his head slowly slid to one side, and finally fell to the ground.
The hollow and heavy sound echoed in this empty endless corridor for a long time.
That is the sound of soul passing by, the sound of life disappearing. No one knows it. At night, a soul walks through this long corridor and goes to the hall of heroic spirits.
Early the next morning, the guard's body was discovered by a maid preparing breakfast. The scream seemed to break the last peace in the palace and woke everyone up.
King Garcia's face was gloomy and terrifying. His soldiers died on the corridor last night, but no one noticed.
This not only made him feel sad, but also made him feel desolate and lost all face.
In the majestic palace, the guards are so lax. What if the villain wants not the guard's head, but his?
The gloomy look on King Garcia's face at this time was not only sad, but also angry.
At the moment, the ministers lowered their heads and dared not speak. No one wanted to cause trouble for the king at this time.
At the same time, they also felt afraid in their hearts, not of the king, but of the dark shadow that killed the guards last night, because no one knew whether they would be the next one.