Lord of the Silver Crow

"Why? Do you want to have a shot?"

Sally, who opened her eyes, wrapped her hands around the back of his neck, and a smile appeared at the corner of her mouth.

She boldly, with obvious provocative actions, let the tattered windbreaker that was simply covered on her body slide directly, and the seductive collarbone fell down, and the large white greasy was reflected in Yago's vision.

Although Yago is a man with normal functions and orientations, he is in no mood now.

"Fannyra is out of control."

Yago stared at Sally Lynn's star-blue eyes gradually turning to brown, and after a moment of silence, he said.

"Fernila?" Sally Lin recalled a little puzzledly, and soon found the family corresponding to this name from her memory, "Mess Grindel?"

"Ok."

After Yago nodded, Sally Lin released her hand and left from his embrace. A pair of mud-stained white barefoot fell on the ground.

"The Messgrinder family...their occult courses should be quite complete, without external influence, and basically not out of control..."

Sally Lin lifted her head slightly, turning her star blue eyes and looking at Yago:

"what happened?"

"The preliminary judgment may be related to the Tidal Church."

Yago took off his funeral dress top and handed it to Sallylyn.

Sally Lin took it smoothly, took off the tattered windbreaker without hesitation, put on the funeral dress top that Yago had handed over, and then handed the tattered windbreaker to Yago.

"Tidecaller? Are you sure?"

Sally Lin confirmed again, while tidying up her clothes.

The tuxedo that fits Yago, looks very generous to Sally Lyn now, with the hem already over the knee and covering her calf.

"Uncertain, there is no direct evidence."

Yago shook his head and looked away from the hem of the dress that was shaking on Sallylyn's calf.

"If it is true, then it is likely to be related to that castle..."

Sally Lin whispered to herself.

castle? What castle?

Yago couldn't help being a little confused when he heard the words, so he subconsciously asked.

However, Sallylyn did not answer him:

"Nothing, this is not something you should know now."

As she said, she turned her head, raised her eyebrows, licked her lips with her tongue, and said with a provocative expression again:

"Is it really not coming? I won't have much time to accompany you afterwards~"

As if thinking of something, she said:

"Don't worry, I won't use abilities. As I said before, your Fast's blood is not delicious food, but deadly poison."

She licked her lips and two sharp teeth appeared.

"Don't get me wrong. Although I am different from Friesen, I don't have the quirk of being blood-thirsty, but not everyone can get blood."

"I only like delicious..."

With that, she stretched out her hand and put it on Yago's shoulder, trying to wrap her hands around Yago's shoulder again.

Behind his neck, a slightly cold, faint finger touch came to Yago's mind.

However, at this moment, her movements suddenly stopped.

Sally Lin's face seemed to become a little stiff.

Immediately, she turned around and walked into the huge vine-like pillar in the right room of the goddess, leaving only Yago standing confused.

And Sally Lin, who walked into the spiral staircase, stood on tiptoe, and after making gestures to the air, she continued to walk down with her mouth narrowed. At the same time, she shifted her gaze down and looked at what she was wrapped in. The petite body under the funeral dress murmured:

"It's not high enough..."

...

In the rain curtain, the gray moon in the sky is looming.

In the southern district of Di Lude City, on the street near the outskirts, only one side of the grid gas lamp, sprinkling fire light outwards, together with the moonlight, portrays the dim view of the street.

A woman in an old coat holding a black umbrella, walked quickly into an alley and came to a wooden house that looked rather ordinary.

After looking at the wooden house and carefully examining the inconspicuous marks on the edge of the door, the woman knocked on the door, then took a step back, watching the door warily.

After a short pause, the door was pulled open, and a man wearing a black dome hat came out.

He swept his gaze around, across the woman’s face, and when he saw that there was no one beside him, his gaze returned again.

Looking at the woman in front of him, he smiled:

"Welcome, Evana, our partner."

"Who..."

At this time, a voice sounded.

The man in the black dome hat stepped away and said at the same time:

"What are you doing out."

"It's nothing, I can smell the smell of flowers~"

In the answer, a handsome young man with melancholy eyes walked out of the dim room and saw Evana. He acted grandiosely, like an actor in an opera. He walked two steps forward, leaning in front of Evana, and handed it. I came out with a fuchsia bouquet that I didn't know when it was ready:

"I have waited from spring to now. The meditation I prepared for you has lost its luster, but I still won't give up..."

However, his performance did not impress the woman in front of him. Evana, who was wearing a shabby coat, just shook her head slightly. The natural curly medium and long hair swayed slightly with her shaking her head:

"I do not know you."

After a brief response, Evana turned to the man in the bowler hat next to him:

"What's the matter with me?"

The man took off the black dome hat, his body bowed slightly:

"I'm here to pick you up, we need a suitable leader."

Upon hearing this, Evana frowned slightly and said:

"I, no, leader."

Hearing these words, the man in the dome hat didn't reply yet, and the handsome young man who was ignored by Evana next to him laughed:

"You can't think of it, you're just a symbol, you don't have any right to decide."

Even when she heard this, Evana did not change her face. After she glanced at the handsome young man indifferently, she turned her head and asked the man in the black dome hat:

"Anything else?"

Hearing, the man slapped the dome hat and said in a low voice:

"Evana, it's useless even if you escape here. There is no power to protect you, not to mention that there is no power behind you. If you don't listen, we can only be tougher."

However, as soon as the voice fell, he stared, and a long sword came out from his chest.

"I thought it was to instigate rebellion, but it turned out to be just a clown, maybe a circus is more suitable for you."

The man in the dome hat turned his head with difficulty, and a middle-aged man with a drooping mustache appeared in his field of vision.

Looking at him, the middle-aged man with a drooping beard smiled, raised a revolver, and stuffed the muzzle into his mouth:

"You don't need to beg for mercy, we have fully understood your matter."

boom!

In the whimper, the bullet penetrated his chest, spattering blood.

When the man twitched and fell, Evana, with blood on his face, stepped aside, looked at the handsome young man with a frightened expression, and asked the middle-aged man in a suspicious tone:

"Character?"