As a Sword Saint, I Want to Be a Demon King

"Maybe Angelina raised some ferocious guardian beast."

The silver-haired girl thought about the reason for this phenomenon:

"I remember that many alchemists like to use things like poisonous lizards and poisonous spiders to guard their workshops... These cats may be afraid of them."

"Come on, lend it to me."

Egwene finally decided to go there herself.

"Meow!"

The little orange cat got a new task, biting the jewelry she gave him and sneaking into the house.

It didn't take long to get out and ran to rub against her feet.

"You are such a brave little fellow."

After comforting the little orange cat in her arms, the silver-haired girl hugged it, walked to the front of the workshop and knocked on the door.

"Mr. Angelina, I'm Egwen Garcia, sorry to bother you again."

She said loudly:

"I seem to have accidentally dropped a pendant in your workshop, can I go in and get it back?"

After about a minute, the door of the workshop opened again.

Angelina changed into a stained overalls at this time, and walked out with a strange smell all over her body.

She seemed to be dissecting something, holding a small knife in her hand, the blade was covered with viscous green liquid.

"Get it yourself."

She glanced at the little orange cat in the arms of the silver-haired girl, and there was nothing unusual on her face:

"My hands are dirty now."

"I'm so sorry."

Egwene bowed her head in apology:

"I'll be leaving in a minute."

Passing by Angelina's side, she deliberately touched the latter's neck with the little orange cat's tail.

"What a cute little guy."

Angelina seemed to feel a little itchy, looked at the little orange cat with a smile and said:

"If I didn't have a job on hand now, I really want to hug it."

huh?

It seems to be different from what you said!

The silver-haired girl looked at her lowering her head, as if she wanted to rub against the little orange cat.

The expression also seemed to be very fond of it, and there was no look of dislike at all, and immediately my mind was a little dazed:

Did I really make a mistake?

"Woooo..."

But before Angelina approached the little orange cat, the little orange cat had already changed its face, its fur started to explode, and it kept retreating.

"Ugh."

The blue-haired female tutor straightened up sadly, and sighed:

"I don't know why, but I've never been welcomed by cats and dogs... It's strange."

"Maybe it's because you got the smell from the workshop."

Egwene comforted her:

"It's really hard for an alchemist to deal with so many weird materials every day."

Coming out of the workshop, she asked Pamela to send the cats away, and returned to the carriage in frustration.

Elena recovered a lot at this time, she was able to speak, and her complexion became much normal.

"Master, I had a long dream."

Lying there, she turned her face and whispered to the silver-haired girl:

"I can't remember what happened in the dream, but I always feel that it was a scary and sad...frightening dream."

"Meow!"

A figure slipped in from outside the carriage.

Looking down, he saw the little orange cat running in with Egwen's pendant in its mouth.

Maybe because she was too disappointed just now, she forgot about this thing.

"Thank you."

Picking up the little orange cat and kissing it, the silver-haired girl gave it to Pamela:

"If no one raises it, just take it home. I seem to hit it off with this little guy."

"scare--!!"

Maybe because it was getting closer to Elena, the little orange cat puffed up its fur again and made threatening noises at the maid.

"Strange, it shouldn't be very shy."

Egwene tried to keep it close to Elena.

As a result, the little orange cat jumped out and grabbed Elena's collar with one paw!

"Chila!" The collar of the maid outfit was torn apart by the cat's claws, almost hurting Elena's snow-white neck.

"Hey! She's a patient, don't be like this."

The silver-haired girl hurriedly grabbed it, feeling the kitten trembling.

what happened?

She looked up at Elena, and found that there was a hint of blackness flickering in the maid's eyes.

"Erina, your eyes..."

She put a hand on Elena's shoulder, and was about to ask a question, when suddenly a skill prompt popped up:

——Weakness insight (level A+) LV51:

Attacks can be aimed at the enemy's weaknesses, and the higher the skill level, the greater the chance of success.

Hidden occupational special effects - Weakness Insight · Shadow:

Can see the resentment left by the dead.

"His..."

A thick dark aura condensed from the back of the maid's neck, gradually exposed to her vision.

"What the hell is this?!"

Because the scene in front of her was too terrifying, Ai Wen couldn't help shivering.

After a while, she took a closer look, and unexpectedly found a human face looming in the black air.

"Wait...it looks like a person?"

"—Isn't this the dead Earl's daughter?"

Soon she recognized this face, and she was shocked to the extreme:

"Why does her face appear on Elena?"

Chapter 32 Black Face

"Owner?"

Elena asked weakly:

"Is there something on my face?"

"...No, nothing."

The silver-haired girl replied against her will:

"Take a good rest. I suddenly remembered that there are still some things I haven't dealt with. I need to go out again."

"Sister Elena, do you want some water?"

The little cat girl took out the water bottle and wanted to feed Elena with water.

"Pamela, I have something for you to do later."

Aiwen didn't dare to let her stay with Elena any longer.

Just find an excuse and send the little cat girl to another place, and at least half a day won't even think about coming back.

Then she fed Elena some water herself, and during the whole process, she tried not to look at the face behind her.

Because Miss Gabriel's expression is really terrifying.

"Wait here for me, I'll be back soon."

Getting off the carriage, she looked back.

——The black shadow still lingered on the back of Elena's neck, and it didn't seem to dissipate in the slightest.

The Earl's daughter stared at the maid in front of her with a ferocious face, her eyes full of resentment.

"Is this [the resentment of the dead]?"

Ai Wen felt a little cold in her heart:

She thought of the inexplicable smell of blood on Elena's body.

If calculated according to the itinerary at that time, this maid of mine undoubtedly had enough time to commit the crime.