The yellow-haired villain in Feng Aotian's novel also wants happiness

The face still belonged to the new marquis of noble descent, but the python-like muscles had already torn through the exquisite dress, the beastly claws were like steel knives, and the black hair all over his body was no longer elegant, but full of bloodthirsty wildness.

"Bruce..."

One eye was bloodthirsty and scarlet, and the other eye was still awake. The long chanting sounded, and the dazzling magic light still wandered around the monster.

The monster, or Sharp, let out a real beast-like roar, with a ferocious smile:

"You actually forced me to take this step. Are you ready to face ten times and a hundred times the pain?"

He waved his hand casually, and the roaring explosion almost tore the eardrum. The entire passage started from Sharp and shattered inch by inch. The invisible wave rolled like a giant dragon and pounced on the tiny Mu En.

"Ah, is that so?"

Looking at Sharp who had become like this, Mu En quickly pulled away and dodged, pressing his hat helplessly:

"Maintaining a rational beast form, is this the so-called... new medicine?"

I had been guessing what the so-called new medicine was before, but now that I know the effect, I can't be happy at all.

The brilliant magician is already difficult enough, but there is this kind of beast medicine that makes up for the shortcomings of Sharp's physical body.

Now, there is really no way to win.

"It seems..."

Mu En's eyes swept over the body of old Dion behind Sharp, and sighed:

"This action will not succeed."

"Success?"

Sharp sneered: "I feel pity for you for having such unrealistic ideas when you are about to die. Don't worry, Mr. Dark Emperor of the Lower City, I will come to help you get rid of this idea soon, so that you will regret your own overestimation before you die!"

The ice flowers have not yet fallen to the ground, and the killing intent has not yet subsided.

After making sure that Mu En could no longer threaten his father's health, Sharp completely released his restrictions and chased after Mu En, who could only flee in panic.

Outside the mansion, the noise gradually subsided, replaced by dazzling searchlights and the neat horse hooves of the knights who had reacted.

The attackers who attacked the mansion had withdrawn at some point, and under the protection of the Knights of the Upper City, they had no chance of making a comeback.

Although the escape speed of the instigator was a little beyond Sharp's imagination, in his opinion, since the opponent's goal had not yet been achieved, the outcome of this game had already been determined.

...

"Is it still appetizing, brother?"

Cecilia put down the tableware and asked elegantly.

The restaurant with an elegant environment and classical music are equally intoxicating.

This is the most luxurious top-class restaurant in the upper city. All the visitors are of noble status. But tonight the entire restaurant is reserved. Well-trained waiters, chefs from the royal family, and famous classical musicians in the country are only serving these two distinguished guests.

"Of course."

Albert smiled:

"Being invited by Cecilia, even black bread is sweet and delicious."

"Sweet... sweet..."

Cecilia chewed these two words, and the corners of her mouth were faintly outlined:

"I really didn't expect that my brother had tasted black bread, a food that ordinary people in the lower city would eat. It's admirable."

"... Cecilia praised too much, this is nothing."

Albert's expression froze for a moment, and then he diverted the topic:

"Speaking of which, Cecilia invited me here, it should not be as simple as having dinner together. If you have anything, please speak frankly. There is no need for any twists and turns in our relationship."

Albert smiled gently, and his words gave people an incomparable sense of affinity.

"Of course."

Cecilia nodded, "We are siblings with the same blood, so there is no need to go around in circles, but have you ever thought that I invited you tonight just to have dinner with you?"

"What..."

Albert was slightly surprised and looked at Cecilia carefully.

But no matter how he observed, there was no trace of falsehood on Cecilia's expressionless face.

Could it be...she was telling the truth?

"Brother, look, it seems to be quite lively outside."

"Huh?"

Lively?

At this time?

Albert was puzzled and turned his head along with Cecilia's gaze.

Then, he saw the flames rising into the sky in the distance.

"From the looks of it, it seems that the mansion of a great noble is on fire. Tsk, tsk, it looks like a big fire."

Cecilia held her chin, like an ignorant girl concentrating on watching a show, but Albert's expression gradually became solemn, because he always felt that the direction from which the fire came was familiar.

He even saw a familiar black bird flying outside the window, but he never dared to approach.

Robin?

He came here at this time. Did he want to report something important?

"Ah, there is a bird."

Albert's heart tightened, thinking that the robin was discovered, but when he turned around, he found that Cecilia stretched out her hand and a white dove landed on her arm.

"Sorry, it's a white dove for communication."

Cecilia glanced at Albert meaningfully, and then opened the letter brought by the white dove in front of him.

"Huh?"

Cecilia raised her eyebrows slightly and said in surprise:

"It's unbelievable that such a thing happened."

"What happened?" Albert asked curiously.

"The Marquis Dion's mansion was attacked by thugs. It is said that half of the mansion was reduced to ruins. This is terrible."

Cecilia's tone was fearful, but her pretty face without any emotion made her look not much afraid.

However, Albert, who was sitting opposite her, had a flash of fear at that moment.

"What did you say? The Marquis's mansion was attacked?"

"Yes, I just got the news. I think the fire... is the mansion of Marquis Dion."

Cecilia handed the letter to Albert. Albert took it impatiently, and then his movements paused. He found that Cecilia was tilting her head and looking at him:

"Strange, my brother should have nothing to do with Marquis Dion, why do you look so concerned?"

"I... I can't believe it."

Albert forced himself to calm down and explained:

"After all, it is the mansion of the Marquis. It was attacked by others openly. This matter is too unbelievable."

"Yes, unbelievable."

Cecilia nodded in understanding Nodding: "However, since it is a dignified Marquis's mansion, it shouldn't be so easy to be breached."

"Yes, it's not that easy."

Albert responded, and as if to comfort himself, he murmured in a low voice:

"Yes, Sharp is not a fool, and his defense is sufficient. If he attacks head-on, the other party can't achieve his goal so easily, it's impossible..."

"Really?"

Cecilia continued to hold her chin and look out the window, smiling and saying:

"Head-on attack..."

...

...

"Ouch... It hurts so much, damn Sharp, he doesn't know how to be gentle when dealing with a lovely lady."

In the living room, Wei'er, who had freed herself from the restraints, moved her wrists and pouted in dissatisfaction.

Under her feet was the long rope that Sharp used to tie her up. At this moment, there was still a faint glow of magic on it, showing its extraordinaryness.

But...

"I told you that my grandfather was a great magician of the truth level. How could he not have a way to deal with this kind of thing?"

Wei'er smiled proudly with her hands on her hips.

But she stopped laughing dryly. It was a pity that there was no audience to watch her show off.

"Hey, hey, hey, is anyone there?"

Weier tiptoed to open the door and looked outside.

What came into view was a mansion that was almost half turned into ruins.

"Wow, so miserable, is this a demolition team? And it's so noisy, won't Muen Campbell be beaten to death?" Weier rarely expressed some concern for the hateful playboy.

However, it's better this way.

The mansion has become a ruin, so naturally no one else is left here.

Weier took out an exquisite compass and walked through the ruins.

Soon.

Weier leaned over and followed the guidance of the compass, and found a button-sized positioning magic device in a hidden corner.

"Well, it should be here."

She looked up and swept her eyes around.

This place is more messy than any other area, but she still feels the sophisticated magic array arranged here.

It can only be said that Sharp is indeed a very cautious person. Even if he was so angry that he turned into a beast, he did not forget to restart the magic mechanism here.

But...

"The same method, since it can pass the first time, it can pass the second time. Hasn't he figured out this kind of thing?"

Wei'er fumbled in the ruins and found an umbrella without a handle.

And, even her grandfather, who was at the Truth level, would probably be amazed at the exquisiteness of the special magic device.

She held the umbrella, activated the magic device, and continued to move forward, all the way smooth.

Finally, she stopped, lowered her head, and looked down at the old body.

For a long time.

"Oh, I can do whatever I want to a marquis's body..."

Wei'er held her cheek, twisting her face like a delicate flower:

"I'm a little excited when I think about it."

171. Resurrection from the dead

"What is going on?"

The night was still dark, but all kinds of fire, smoke, and magic lights illuminated this originally quiet and vast private area like daylight.

When Albert rode in a carriage and silently came to the corner of the edge, he saw the miserable scene of half of the Marquis's mansion turned into ruins. The nobles who received the news sent people to inquire about the situation. In addition, the knights who heard the noise came. Various carriages and people crowded to the periphery. This vast mansion in the upper city, where every inch of land is valuable, is still as large as the suburban manor. It is rare to see such a bustle.

"One of the heirs of the glorious blood, an ancient family that has been passed down for thousands of years in the empire, the mansion was attacked by so-called thugs and destroyed like this?"

Albert rarely showed such a furious emotion. He punched the table in front of him and said in a deep voice:

"This is the upper city! What kind of thugs have the courage?!"