Your Royal Highness, I will eventually save you!

Chapter 17 Who's Who's Sacrifice

Black Tower!

Litton's eyes narrowed, his heart skipped a beat, and a burst of unprecedented suffocation and fear flooded in like a tide. In the plot of "The Witch", the Black Tower Organization belonged to the mid-to-late stage bosses, but because of his The effect of this butterfly pulling came out at the very beginning.

A dark phantom was gradually constructed, as if it had been projected, it could only be vaguely seen to be the delicate phantom of a mature woman, and the dark phantom stood in front of him: "The courage is really extraordinary!" Big, actually killed the candidate for our Black Tower preliminary selection in the Twilight World... Haha."

Her voice from the Black Tower was very soft.

But Litton did not dare to be careless or slack in the slightest. If she made a sudden attack, I am afraid that there is no possibility of survival for himself and Doris. If Doris was in its heyday, he would have the courage to walk sideways, but at present The Daliss only regained 1.5% of its mana, which is far from its heyday.

Just as Litton was searching for the information and coping strategies of the Black Tower in his mind, the magnetic voice belonging to Doris slowly sounded in his heart: "If my remaining magic power is exhausted, I am sure to get out from here."

Litton was taken aback.

Then she subconsciously raised her head to look at Doris, her eyes flickered slightly and stared at the dark phantom in front of her with a serious expression, her eyes seemed to have made a decision, she could clearly see the dark phantom in front of her. Once Litton agrees, she will immediately exhaust the newly recovered magic power in her body to break here, but by then she will exhaust all the accumulation of this period of time, and return to the state of exhaustion of magic power again.

But the next moment, something unexpected happened.

Litton took a deep breath, and instead of agreeing, he stepped forward, which happened to be in front of her. Doris was startled, and then narrowed her eyes slightly. Suddenly his words resounded: "Don't make a sound, I'll take care of it."

His voice seemed to have some kind of magical power, which made people subconsciously choose to believe him. Doris took a deep look at him and flickered slightly.

Yingying's dark phantom swayed slightly, as if watching Litton standing in front of him with a joking look: "Little guy, do you want to justify yourself?"

Litton smiled indifferently: "There is nothing to justify, killing is killing, and this is what I will offer as a sacrifice to the Black Tower."

"Oh?" The gloomy image of a woman's delicate body became slightly interested: "What do you mean?"

"The night owl hides in the harbor of Eris. On the surface, it stirs up the wind and rain to assassinate the nobles, but in fact it is the target of secretly collecting sacrifices. It thinks it has no flaws."

Litton was flustered in his heart, but his face was as steady as an old dog, and he continued to show his acting skills, "I leaked his location to the guard room a little bit, and according to the habits of the guard room, he will definitely report to the military department, and the military department When the person came down, he either gave up, or made a sacrifice ahead of time, there are only two options, as you can see, I don't have a letter of introduction, so I took advantage of him a little in order to come in naturally."

He showed a harmless smile: "He pulled me into the twilight world as a sacrifice, but the identities of hunter and prey are changing all the time, and in the twilight world, there should be no one who stipulates who is who. sacrifice?"

The dark phantom of the woman's delicate body remained silent.

As if measuring something.

After a while, a chuckle sounded: "It's really interesting. It's the first time I saw a funny little guy like you. He was so thoughtful. He actually laid out such a plan. The introduction letters of the previous guys were very boring. Every day, I only want to give you a good idea." Know how to create chaos and kill and set fire."

Litton performed an aristocratic etiquette in an elegant manner: "I hope you like this letter of introduction from me."

"I am very satisfied with this letter of introduction."

The dark phantom of the woman's delicate body chuckled: "But it's a pity that Ye Xiao's letter of introduction has been lost. Without the real letter of introduction, there is no way to officially enter the Black Tower. This time I will not pursue it. Snatch the letter of introduction, call my name, and I will be your guide."

"My name is Karina Greenlace."

......

The surrounding blood-colored dusk world suddenly returned to its original state, as if it was cracking a little bit. The phantom of the pitch-black giant tower on the blood-colored sky had disappeared, and when Litton opened his eyes again.

I was actually in my own villa.

Litton's back was immediately drenched in cold sweat, as if he had just been fished out of the river. He secretly breathed a sigh of relief. If he hadn't had a great performance in the guard room, it would be difficult for him to get away with it this time.

He infers based on his temporary conjectures and useful information that Ye Xiao, who has been dormant for such a long time, probably chose to open the Twilight World in advance after being reported by himself. There are many flaws in the words, but at the time In this situation, it can only be a dead horse acting like a living horse doctor fighting for his acting skills.

And at this moment.

He noticed a line of sight staring at him, turned his head, and it was Miss Angel who was staring at him.

He was puzzled: "Doris?"

Doris looked at him, feeling a little dazed. A slightly youthful face in the world of dusk just now showed a maturity and stability that did not match her age, and her small shoulders gave her a sense of reliability.

......

In a ruined castle.

The old man in a white robe stood on the ruined castle. Mengcia squinted his eyes slightly, his face was very ugly, and the white robe on his body was a little dirty, but he did not expect to be imprisoned here by a junior, and he was still there. It's so embarrassing.

Mencia took a deep breath and calmed down his anger forcibly. He sensed it for a moment, and immediately frowned, "The imprint of life has disappeared, someone wiped him out?"

He once imprinted a life imprint on Ye Xiao's body, as long as he would accurately feed back the target information to his mind every once in a while, but at this moment, the life imprint disappeared, and he looked around The formation that suddenly disappeared made him fall into deep thought, who killed Ye Xiao?

......

Inside a prosperous and slightly extravagant female room.

Outside the door, there was a slightly hasty knock on the door, and Fournier, who was lying on a big soft bed, slowly woke up, a sense of dizziness from the exhaustion of magic power swept through her mind.

She was in a daze for a moment.

Then he noticed the voice outside the door.

"His Royal Highness, please open the door quickly."

"Your Highness..."

Fournier opened the door and looked at the worried maid. She pursed her lips and smiled lightly: "You don't have to worry, I just fell asleep a bit and didn't hear anything."

Some waywardly, she turned away all the maids, sat on the dressing table, looked at the snow-white cheeks reflected in the dressing mirror in front of her, and vaguely remembered a faint sigh before she became dizzy: "I'll go!" Now, who will save you..."

Chapter 18 The Power to Rewrite Fate

Litton stayed in the room, with a silver and white iron armguard in front of him, on which he was using magic power to carve and construct traces of magic power, commonly known as stigmata.

A lower-level stigmata must be carved and constructed with at least [-] different magic power traces to barely form a lower-level stigmata. Generally speaking, magic power traces can only be formally constructed after a sequence is formed, and the premise is that the magic power must have residual properties to be constructed. Otherwise, the magic power cannot remain on the object or the body, and it will be impossible to construct traces of magic power to form stigmata.

"Finally constructed..."

Litton buried his head in the silver-white armguard that was finally constructed, and wiped off his sweat with a prostrated look. Then he took a look at the silver-white armguard, and traces of dark blue magic power were like arcs on the silver-white armguard. The shimmering luster formed a stigmata.

Low-level stigmata: low-level vitality.

In textbooks, it is the simplest kind of lower-level stigmata. It is the best stigmata used in life. It can maintain and slightly enhance one's vitality and durability. It can be used both on and off the bed.Sitting at the side, Miss Angel was quietly flipping through a book of travel notes, with a natural elegance and nobility in her demeanor, like a noble lady in a deep boudoir, exuding a very attractive charm.

Occasionally, she inadvertently turned her head to look at the big boy, and her beautiful eyes flashed a trace of strange color. It is not difficult for a talented sequencer to construct a stigmata, but a person who has not stepped into the sequence has actually Being able to construct the stigmata is already considered an arrogance, but instead of being proud of his talents, he seems to be declaring: "Grow slowly in a low-key manner, and amaze everyone."

Litton stretched his back and looked at the silver armguard for a while. He was still very satisfied with his first successfully constructed stigmata. It has been a week since the last evening incident.

Life has returned to peace, and he is already a little transparent. Basically, no one will care. Litton wondered whether he should sell this silver armguard engraved with the lower-level stigmata outside. This thing is not very rare The attribute is basically equivalent to high-end goods, but in the final analysis it is also a stigmata, and you can get a pretty small sum of money if you resell it.

After all, the family is almost out of control, and the perfect attendance award of the Deep Blue Academy will not be issued until next week. Litton just noticed that in today's newspaper, the page that originally belonged to the executioner Ye Xiao has been replaced by a message, the executioner Ye Xiao had already been brought to justice, which surprised him a little. The information from the guard room was really well-informed.

Glanced at the time.

It's time for school.

Litton subconsciously looked at Miss Angel and said hello: "Doris, I'm going out."

Doris looked up.

Also counted as a response.

All the way back to Deep Blue Academy, sitting in the classroom, Litton propped his chin, and was thinking about the plan to continue to replenish magic for Doris. According to the information given by Doris, the current level of her power is equivalent to that of the sequence 8 or so, but leapfrog fighting is easy for her, which can be known from seeing the crushed night owl in the twilight world.

Sequence cannot be used to measure a person's true combat effectiveness.

At present, he already has some thoughts about Doris's magic recovery plan in his mind, and has rejected some major events and eye-catching treasure spots. For now, the best is undoubtedly an unknown auction item in the auction house. up.

But the auction also asks for money.

The most urgent need for him at present is undoubtedly money.

In an instant, while his thoughts were tossing, Litton had already made a decision. Nothing was absolutely safe. If he was successfully bought in this auction, Doris' recovery progress should also be able to increase by a small amount.

"It's said that Black seems to be secretly plotting against Hilarina."

"It must be because I lost the duel last time and held a grudge."

"Black is simply ignorant. The value of Hilarina's wooing is far higher than the value of being hostile to her."

"Have you heard something? Two days ago, Her Royal Highness Princess Funier, the third princess, seemed to have announced that she was going to visit the Weir family."

"Eh? Why is Her Royal Highness Princess Funiel going to the Vail family?"

"According to the gossip, it seems that they are specially looking for Black..."

Litton paused under his feet, but he didn't stop. Instead, he slipped away with a guilty conscience. As expected, it was a very correct choice not to report his real name. As soon as he came out, the third princess had already come to the door.

Being missed is not a good thing.

Litton suddenly thought of the witch's blood that she was about to awaken in another year, and then involuntarily flashed the girl's firm figure standing in front of him in his mind. When he stood unswervingly in front of him, he already had some sympathy for the third princess, Princess Funier, in his heart.

There are some thoughts about what will happen to her in the future.

Why not rewrite her fate yourself.

But the destiny is on the way, it doesn't mean that rewriting can be rewritten, and what he currently lacks most is power. In Doris' extremely weak state, he has not even stepped into the Sequencer, so what kind of power will he use to rewrite her fate.

No matter how you know the plot, its effect is also limited. Intelligence information is always information, and you need to take certain actions to transform this intelligence information into your own.

He took a deep breath, and then went to the blue lake to get into the water, and then took a trip to the magic source below. Looking at the magic source in his hand, Litton let out a sigh, vaguely, the magic source here contains the concentration of magic power It seems to have risen slightly.

Also good news.

She came out of the academy all wet, and immediately bumped into a cold figure, wrapped in a white dress, very simple, but it could not conceal her good figure and her iceberg-like high-cold temperament, which made people feel uncomfortable. There was a desire to conquer from the bottom of her heart, Qiu Shui's eyes were as calm as water, as if nothing could affect her state of mind.

And Litton also looked at her subconsciously, and couldn't help but recall the whispers he heard in the classroom just now, and Hilarina's tragic experience instinctively popped up in his mind.

Litton's heart was slightly tensed, and while slowly looking back, he drifted past her along the crowd, and the faint fragrance and hair brushed his nose, and he subconsciously said: "Be careful."

There was a slight pity and sympathy in the voice.

Hilarina paused at the sound.

She suddenly turned her head and looked behind her, but Litton had already disappeared from the sight of the crowd who had just finished class smoothly. Then someone saw her strangeness and couldn't help asking a little bit. Hilarina pursed her lips lightly. Just shook his head.

Chapter 19 The Little Troubles of Her Highness the Third Princess

late at night

The strong aroma of wine from the tavern filled the alley. A bunch of drunks who had a hangover came out along the tavern. Their tempers were not very good. Stare small.

Soon.

Already there was a faint sense of tension.

And just at this time, a big boy with a slightly youthful appearance broke in, dressed in bright and bright clothes, with a panicked look on his face, looking at his young and handsome face, a drunken sloppy The drunk immediately stretched out his hand and pushed him very annoyed, it's fine to dress nicely and look pretty, but to show off, I'll beat you to death!