Have You Considered Xinyue to Be a Military Division?

"We have to save him!" Martha stood up without hesitation, picked up the scepter and was about to go out.

"Wait!" Aya grabbed her wrist.

"What are you waiting for!" Martha turned her head, her brows and eyes filled with worry.

"We've got enough information today," Aya said.

Martha's eyes trembled, she looked at her dully, and asked, "What are you talking about, Miss Aya?"

"Although I'm not sure, but I think the blond girl that Romanio hooked up with is the one we're looking for."

"So!" Martha growled.

"There are still myths coming, and treasures are born!"

Aya lowered her head, buried her eyes in the shadows, and said in a low voice, "This city...no, what's about to happen on this island is beyond the reach of mere people like us!"

"Then let's rescue Romagno and leave here together!" Martha opened her hand, puzzled.

"Don't be stupid, girl!!" Aya took a long step, blocked the door, and slapped Martha on the shoulder.

The girl didn't expect that she would make a sudden move, and she lost her balance after taking a few steps back, and sat down on the ground.

"Miss Martha!" The middle-aged man Marcus wanted to help.

Mierda raised her hand to stop him, stood up by herself, looked directly at the dark-skinned woman, and remained silent for a long time.

Aya gritted her teeth: "We have already completed the task, so we shouldn't stop any longer!"

Marcus was silent for a while, then stood up: "Miss Aya is right, if we stop for a second, the danger will increase by one point."

Martha turned her head slowly, her two beautiful eyebrows drooped: "Marcus, why do you..."

"Do you hear, Martha, this is the outside world,"

Aya growled: "You Christians don't work here!"

Martha was stunned, then lowered her head, her lips trembling.

Her voice was small, as if she was talking to herself.

Marcus stood beside him, frowning slightly, and heard the girl's murmur clearly.

She seems to be... praying?

"Don't kill, don't steal, don't frame others, believe in justice, learn to love, learn to give..."

As her voice became smaller and smaller, Martha raised her head, and the firmness in her eyes was unshakable: "The Book of James... If a person knows how to do good but doesn't do it, that is his sin!"

"Miss Martha..." Marcus was stunned, looking at the girl with a complicated expression.

Is this due to teaching, or is it due to youth and ignorance?

She clearly knew that this was the case, but she still refused to believe it and was unwilling to compromise.

Martha squeezed the scepter, walked towards the door, without any hesitation.

"So are you crazy!"

Aya grabbed her skirt and pushed it hard against the wall, panting heavily with a look of resentment.

"How long have you known him! Just want to risk your life to save him!

He was originally a liar and a sinner. After this mission, you may never see each other again! "

"Mr. Romagno, it was for us that he took the risk, and he was caught because of us,"

Martha looked into her eyes flatly: "So I owe him my life, and I have to save it."

Aya's hand trembled violently, and the hand holding the knife began to tremble uncontrollably.

Her heart was not peaceful either.

"As for Miss Aya's thoughts, I don't know, so I don't intend to force you to do anything."

Martha went on to say: "After all, the bishop said that the doctrine is to restrain oneself, not to order others... So, it is enough for me to go by myself."

"You are going to die, it is suicide!"

Aya raised her head, her pupils burst into a frightening light, "Count the people who went to the city with me, every day someone was taken away and never came back!"

"And you can still hear the vigil every night. Those hounds are running around on the roof. What does this mean? It means that they are looking for us!"

Aya was furious.

Since a long time ago, her emotions have rarely fluctuated, not because of her cold nature, but because of the cold world, her body and mind have long been numb.

It would be too tiring to be angry at everything that goes wrong.

But today...she really didn't want to see this silly girl die.

"That's really great, they don't have to look for it anymore, because I'm going to look for them." Maerda smiled frankly.

"Is it worth it, Martha!"

Aya looked deeply at the girl's clean face, pleading in her expression: "We could have left here, we could have been free, and then you could go on looking for your holy grail and savior."

Maerda was silent for a moment: "I'm not as naive as you think, Miss Aya."

Saying that, she took Aya's hand, and with light force, she broke free.

Aya is not as strong as her, so she can only let go.

"I have come here from Judea, and I have experienced many injustices, and I have seen a lot of filth and sin in this world.

People lie to each other, kill each other...but ah, none of that should be a reason for my downfall. "

Martha smiled, revealing her shallow dimples, as if the sun was rising, "On the contrary, these are the reasons why I want to be so firm in my belief!"

The wind outside the window was blowing, the damp air was swept away, the clouds and mists dispersed, and the sun shone in.

The girl's lingering voice echoed in the ears, as if prying open each other's thick heart muscles, revealing the softness.

Aya lowered her head, sighed faintly, put away the dagger, turned around and left the girl with a tall back, feeling unprecedentedly tired.

"Made, you can't stop dying these days, just go if you want!"

Martha said sincerely, "Thank you."

"Get lost, we won't meet again in the future!" Aya roared violently and waved her hands.

Martha nodded, wiped her body, and went out the door.

Marcus looked at the door, then at Aya, touched his bald head, looking hesitant.

"You too, if you want to follow me, follow me, if you want to leave, go quickly, don't wait for my mother to change her mind!"

Marcus grinned awkwardly: "Thank you, Miss Aya!"

Aya drew her knife.

Marcus ran away: "Miss Martha, wait for me!"

When the middle-aged man ran to the door, Aya suddenly stopped him.

"Hey, bald!"

Marcus turned around: "Huh?"

"Protect her."

Marcus froze for a few seconds, nodded heavily: "Yes."

After saying that, he rushed out the door, chasing after the blue-haired girl.

Aya was the only one left in the room, leaning against the window, embracing her hands, looking expressionlessly at the little figure bouncing on the roof.

After a long time, there was a sharp "cut".

"Fuck, you love it or not, just collect your things and leave!"

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Chapter 173 Chapter 170 [-] The Villain Can't Interrupt the Protagonist's Chicken Soup is a Rule

The dagger was getting closer and closer to him, the temperature of the air around his skin dropped sharply, and the chill was stinging.

It's over, I'm going to die.

Romanio couldn't help crying out in pain as he was tied to the stool.

But he could only raise his head, bared his teeth and closed his eyes, as if he was waiting to die.

It's just that in the next moment, the expected pain did not hit.

Instead, there was a "bass", the wrist was loosened, and the hands and feet could move freely again.

Opening his eyes in confusion, the boy and the girl stood beside each other, their waists were straight and their expressions were solemn, as if they were welcoming something.

The sound of footsteps at the door, not in a hurry, as if stepping on the heart.

Romagno raised his head, and the silver-haired man walked into the prison, with his right hand behind his back, his left hand blocking the hanging corpse, and his head tilted slightly.

With a smile, he walked from among the corpses.

As if being suppressed by a natural enemy, Romagno wished he could forget about stabbing himself just now, so that he would not have to face this devilish figure...

Oh no, is he really human?

"Meet you again, Romanio." Neos lowered his head and smiled, looking down at him.

"Ah...haha..." Romagno's expression collapsed, expressing that he didn't want to say anything.

"You have no way out." Neos cut to the chase.

Romanio's eyes twitched: "You... what are you talking about?"

Nios looked at the dead bodies hanging beside him leisurely: "These corpses are all spies who entered the city with you."

In an instant, Romanio's eyes showed real fear. Seeing the death of those people, he couldn't help swallowing heavily.