Real Name God

　　　　 This is not the first time she has felt this look.

　　 For many years, the strong image of the witch is nothing but a disguise. The real Viret has always felt inferior and at a loss for his talents.

　　 This is a destined fact that cannot be changed.

　　 The boredom that had been suppressed in my heart in the past, in this quiet moment of the night, all rushed to her heart, and even the imminent sense of crisis faded.

　　Villette closed her eyes and tried not to think about it.

Floating dusty air, icy ground, hard wooden bed... This place has been abandoned for some time. There is no one inhabited. The narrow and dark room exudes a strange and gloomy smell, and the witch usually lives in a lakeside villa. Compared to the days of, the environment here is really not good.

　　 Fortunately, Villette is not a spoiled eldest lady, and the wild environment is worse than this, and he can only rest in a cave or even a forest.

　　 It was probably because of being too tired. Soon after closing her eyes, her thoughts slipped into a deep dream.

　　……

　　 I don't know how long it took, the girl vaguely heard a rustling sound from her ears. It's like a mouse or cockroach crawling by.

　　 She opened her eyes suddenly, and what caught her eye was the darkness of invisible, the outline of the furniture bed immersed in the dark sea, and...

　　 An invisible face.

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　　Villette was flustered for the first time, but she knew better what to do now.

　　 She didn't make any movement on the surface, but in fact she calmly used her spiritual vision to check her whole body and found that there was no abnormality, including no traces of anyone touching her clothes, skirts and shoes.

The girl breathed a sigh of relief quietly, and put her hand into the skirt of the skirt calmly, and grabbed a handful of spell-casting materials from her hidden pocket. For the wizards, even if they didn't borrow any alchemy props or materials, they would have empty hands. Can cast spells. But some special materials can indeed strengthen the effect of magic and save the magic of wizards.

　　Villette's gaze swept around.

The night is flowing in the room, and the quiet darkness covers the beds, old furniture, and broken walls. Everything is quiet, even the roar of monsters that have not been cut off since stepping on the ground floor during the day, just like It came from a long distance, and it became very vague and misty.

　　 There are only these eyes not far away, gleaming with pale dim light in the dim light from the window.

　　 She listened for a while and found that there was no other voice outside. I can't hear the sound of sleepy snoring or breathing.

　　...Where did they go?

　　Villette became vigilant in her heart, she no longer hesitated, got up and quickly made a standard spellcasting action, and shouted towards the opponent.

"who are you?!"

While 　　 spoke, the witch's fingers were already covered with bright fire. The flame rose in the wind, suddenly illuminating the darkness in the room, and at the same time illuminating the face of the owner with pale eyes.

　　 "Miss Edward... ahem, it's me..."

　　 The middle-aged man sitting not far from him coughed and made a weak voice.

　　 "Mr. Director? Why are you here?"

　　Villette did not relax her guard.

"What about the rest?"

The middle-aged man put his hand on his mouth and coughed desperately, as if he was trying to cough out his lungs, he didn't have the energy to answer her questions for a while, and after a long time, he took a breath and was in the flames. The male's face was as bloodless as the dead, he said softly.

　　 "Don't worry, you know I have no power to threaten you... Besides, have you seen it? I don't even have the strength to walk now."

　　 The witch's turquoise clear pupils were slightly enlarged like a cat.

Only then did she notice that the coat of the district supervisor had become tattered and stained with blood, and there were obvious bruises on his hands, feet and the sides of his face. It looked fresh, and it was obviously left behind after being beaten recently. Yes; there is a huge scar on his chest, accompanied by weak breathing. Near the exposed wound, the solidified blood plasma showed a dirty dark brown in the pulsating flames.

　　 There is no doubt that this is a serious injury that can make people comatose or even die.

　　 "You... can't say..."

　　Villette quickly guessed what was going on, and her anger suddenly rose.

　　 "Just half an hour ago, I was kicked awake by your companions, and then called out of this house, I gave a big beating..."

　　 The middle-aged man said with a wry smile.

"I dare not resist, because I know that resisting has no meaning, and it will only cause me more serious injuries and more painful torture... After they beat me to death, they threw me into the ruins when I was on the verge of a coma. Plan to feed me to those demons just like that."

"You know, those monsters have very sensitive noses, especially sensitive to the smell of blood, and I can't move. They did nothing wrong. Even if I leave them alone, sooner or later I will be eaten by the monsters. "

　　Villette's delicate hands on the skirt, subconsciously clenched.

　　 "...and then? Why do I only see you but not them?"

　　 "They are not here, and I am afraid they will never come back. I am the only one who insists on coming back here... ahem, I must tell you the truth. This is a reward for your kindness."

　　Mr. Director’s pupils showed a dark color, as if laughing at his own life.

　　 "...Because I know very well that among those people, I can only be seen as a living person, not a mouse in the gutter."

　　 Actually Duncan, he...

　　 When Willett just thought about that, she was surprised by what the other party said next—

　　 "You must leave here quickly."

　　 The middle-aged man's expression became very serious.

　　 "The person who seems to have a good relationship with you, the guy named Duncan David, is actually a traitor hidden in the team. He has always been suspicious...even the person who manipulates the demons behind the scenes is probably him!"

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　　 After the shock passed, Willett was a little dazed.

　　 She subconsciously wanted to shout loudly at the person who slandered her friend, but looking at the miserable appearance of the poor man in front of her, and his serious eyes that didn't look like a lie, the witch couldn't say anything.

　　 In the end...what has he experienced?

　　 The middle-aged man did not hurriedly let himself go, but began to explain quickly.

　　 "In fact, I didn't really pass out. After the group of people left, I woke up and wanted to climb somewhere else, at least staying in a place where I won't be eaten."

"As a result, during the middle of the road, I found the three people staying in the ruins not far from here. I felt very strange. I wanted to see what was going on, only to find that they were talking with their companion-that The man named Duncan David confronted."

"...No, it's a bit inaccurate to say'confrontation'. They are obviously afraid of this man, just like I've been afraid of them. The hands and feet of all three were trembling, but probably because I didn't want to die, so I chose to have to fight him."

　　 "After I got closer, I heard one of them say loudly to Duncan, ‘Why are you betraying the teacher, betraying the magic tower, and colluding with outsiders!"

"Then I noticed...cough cough, behind the man, there was a large group of demons clearly following him, but he didn't intend to attack him at all. It seemed more like escorting him and guiding him. I don't know if he comes out at night. Reason, but it’s certainly not a good thing."

　　Villette did not speak, but her face gradually became cold.

"That person didn't say a word of rebuttal, maybe he was too lazy to explain to the insignificant little characters. He just asked them to hurry up. Those guys were not Duncan David's opponents at all, and they were knocked down within a few rounds. ."

"I took this opportunity to leave. I don't know what the ending of those three people is, but I am afraid it will not be too good~www.readwn.com~ In my opinion, the man must have wanted to kill after the incident was exposed. It’s gone. So if you don’t leave here soon...cough cough, maybe you will encounter a bad hand..."

　　 "Miss Edward, please believe me, I didn't lie..."

　　Before he could finish speaking, Willett, who had been silent, interrupted him.

　　 The blonde girl did not express anger or disbelief, nor did she feel sad about it. At this time, she was very calm and said very seriously.

　　 "I see. If what you say is true, I will leave. I will leave now."

　　 The witch stood up from the bed, walked gently to the edge of the room, and glanced outside. What caught her eyes was indeed an empty dim room.

　　 "When did you see those three people being knocked down by Duncan David?"

　　 "It took me about five minutes to climb here..." the middle-aged man tried to think back, "So it should be ten minutes before."

　　 "It seems that even if you include the disposal of the corpse, the time left is not too much."

　　 Willett said. She turned her head and looked at the middle-aged man who was lying on the ground like a mangy dog, even the man who was already struggling to move.

　　 "I can take you out of here."

　　 The middle-aged man was taken aback for a moment, showing complicated eyes.

　　 "...Miss Edward, in this case, would you still be willing to help someone like me? I am now..."

　　 "This is not without conditions. But as long as you answer one of my questions."

"......what is the problem?"

　　 Willett took a deep breath.

　　—"How did you escape from Duncan David?"