Chapter 105
Gently wipe off the blood on the corners of the mouth, and the handkerchief that was used was thrown by the teenager on his feet, covering the face of the one-eyed person.
The one-eyed person lying on the ground has passed out a long time ago, but his body is still convulsing, and a bunch of nobles around him are equally unconscious, as if they just had a banquet. Back in.
If... don't look at the bite marks on their necks.
"One, two, three..." Asriel, standing in the corner with his hands behind his back, counted the numbers like a punished student, bewilderedly tilted his head: "Ai, it seems that one is missing—then Where did Mr. Visari Rand go?"
"Could it be that... was stopped by my dear Loren?" He was a teenager who asked knowingly, but seemed to be wronged: "Aiya , It's too much, you say yes!"
The nobles lying on the ground affirmed the boy's thoughts with silence.
"It was all agreed, but each minding their own business ran to date with the little girlfriend, leaving Asriel alone to deal with the trouble for him!"
"But ah... …Whoever makes us friends, friends should help each other." Asriel quickly "recovered" from the sadness, with a smile of kindness on his delicate but pale face: "Just wish him well at this time. "
"The moonlight tonight is also very beautiful. I hope my dear friend can make him an unforgettable night, otherwise it would be too wasteful."
Light Raising the right hand lightly, a faint flame wandered across Asriel's fingertips, igniting the roof of the granary.
"Let's make this night more lively together, gentlemen!"
The splashing fire star is leaping, and the lit roof is humming. The dazzling orange-yellow. Under the night sky with white snow flying, the flames burst into the sky!
"The granary is on fire——!!!"
I don't know where the sound came from, and the whole castle quickly became a commotion. The panicked castle guards had no idea at all, and there were a series of exclamations everywhere.
This chaotic scene was not slightly relieved until Ruben arrived with the Knights of the guard. The young count surrounded by the Knights calmly commanded the castle guards to put out the fire.
Although it was because of the severe cold and heavy snow that greatly contained the fire. But because the roof was burning and the dry climate of Deep Limburg, the fire was difficult to extinguish immediately.
Vesari Rand, lying on the back of the wall, looked trembling in fear at the granary that was still blazing in the distance, but his face was covered with a smile that could not be concealed.
It really didn't expect, those guys actually succeeded! Because he was really timid, Visari Rand, who had released the pigeons halfway from start to finish, never left the castle for half a step.
And those nobles really look down on this fatty, just because the Rand family's financial resources have to draw him together, so even if he doesn't go, no one cares about him.
But what if you look down on it, as long as it succeeds!
Looking at the barn in front of the raging fire, Ruben Fried, who directed the fire, the fat on the fatty face forced a smirk, and the big mung bean eyes were full of frightening light.
Without these food, I think you have any way to stick to it!
When the time comes, what conditions should I put forward? Or let him take care of the Fiefdom of the original Senna family. Anyway, these cowards don't need those Fiefdoms.
When the time comes, the Rand family will become the most prominent family in Deep Limburg. Even Master Count must treat himself respectfully, otherwise he will let them starve to death in the castle!
The more and more excited Visari Rand thought about it, he couldn't help but peeked his head out of the window again. Wanting to see more clearly, half of his body was stretched out inadvertently.
"What are you doing?"
"Ah——!!!"
Fatty screamed, startled by the voice behind him. Almost fell. Climbing back desperately and turning around, only to see the silhouette standing behind him, clutching his chest and panting, his face covered in sweat.
"Yes...Luo, Lord Loren Torino?" In the darkness, the fatty could only see the person wearing a wizard robe, and then guessed and asked, with a flattering fake on his face. Laughing: "No, nothing, I just heard something outside, so I wanted to see it."
"Really?" This "Loren" seemed very easy to talk, and came closer again. Some: "Then what did you see?"
"Uh...Isn't this the granary on fire?" The shrunken Visari Rand replied in fear, and his eyes fluttered from side to side. "Don’t you, don’t you need to help put out the fire?"
"Just those people." The voice of "Loren" under the hood is getting colder and colder: "I have more Important things to do."
"What's the matter?"
"Loren" did not speak, and slowly lifted the hood of his head. Golden's long hair is flowing like a waterfall, revealing a face that looks like ice cold like frost.
Some surprised fatty only realized that the person who came was not Loren, but when he saw that face, every piece of fat on his sweaty cheeks began to tremble!
"You, you are, are..."
"Didn't expect, Visali Uncle, your niece Ayn is still alive." The little wizard thought Wanting to laugh, only to find that his lips were trembling, the right hand held the magic wand tightly, and withstood the fatty's forehead.
"Don't move, or I will let your head become a broken watermelon!"
"Ai, Aiyin, you... become a wizard?" Raise your hand The fatty's voice was trembling, and suddenly he showed a surprised expression: "very good, the Holy Cross is up, now the younger sister can finally look at her!"
"What are you talking about? Ayin was stunned for a moment, her expression became cold again, and the magic wand in her hand tapped Fatty's forehead fiercely: "Don't think about lying to me, I won't be fooled by you again!"
"You disgusting fatty, greedy snake, you can even treat your relatives by fair means or foul for the sake of wealth. People like you should go to hell——!!!"
Little The tall wizard screamed aloud. She had imagined what it would be like countless times, and how she would punish this beast who killed her mother, and let him suffer all the torture, so that he might not be better than dead. !
His fate is now in his palm. As long as he gently waved the wand, he can get his due punishment. The small hand holding the wand trembling, the blue eyes Full of struggling colors.
Fatty, who held her head tightly, didn't feel the slightest pain after waiting for a long time.
The little wizard is still entangled. It is clear that there is only one incantion, but the hand holding the wand can not be waved, as if a voice has been preventing him from doing so.
Visari Rand’s mung bean-like eyes quietly opened, and the fear in his eyes gradually turned into complacency. The fat was rubbed back and forth on his face, and his grinning mouth showed yellow teeth.
"You, what are you doing? Stop for me, don't come over, if you move again..."
"That's a try..." Fatty smiled proudly from the ground Standing up, let the frightened Ai Yin back again and again, holding the wand in his trembling hand and pointing at the fatty, but there was not even the slightest threat.
"You are exactly the same as my useless younger sister. You always only know how to cry. You only know how to cry. You pretend to be strong. In fact, you are scared to death, right?"
fatty little by little approaching, greasy claws and fat body completely enveloped the little wizard under his silhouette.
Vesari Rand, who was scared to death just now, is so excited now - this younger sister's stupid idiot, unexpectedly delivered it to the door by herself!
How much credit would it be to hand a witch to the church? Lord Bishop Fabian of Duchy of Lothar will definitely be very happy. When the time comes, what do you want to ask him?
Or simply go to the Wimpal Academy to blackmail a sum-after all, you are relatives with yourself, and if you are implicated by someone in the church, it will be troublesome.
This is a genuine witch, sure to get a lot of money?
The fatty laughed uncontrollably, the little wizard terrified the little wizard with his crazy appearance, and the thin silhouette froze in a daze.
"Bang——!"
The gray and blue beam hits fatty's forehead, and "pu Tong" collapsed to the ground like a drowning pig.
Ayn Rand, who hadn't reacted yet, heard a faint sigh from behind.
"Didn’t I say that, did you tell me anyway?"