Sir Chen, your wife is missing!

At first, she thought that Draco's tail would not give her a good experience, but it turned out that was all just her arrogant and self-centered opinion. Her stubbornness made her miss some wonderful things, and it was not too late to experience them now.

When Kal'tsit finished wiping her back and picked up her tail, ready to wipe it clean carefully from front to back, she suddenly sensed an unusual smell in the air outside.

The hounds in the distance kept barking, and then let out a low, mournful cry.

"Something is approaching the manor."

Kal'tsit's grip on the tail suddenly increased, and Feng Qingyu's spine felt like an electric shock. She looked out the window, and in the distance there were groups of moving black shadows, like surging waves, gradually submerging the wilderness.

A closer look revealed the scent of a warrior, full of hatred and fighting spirit, as if he was going to destroy several cities in Duolun County. Feng Qingyu had also smelled the same scent on several Sarkaz in Rhodes Island, but it was not as strong.

Why are the Sarkaz here?

59. Deliberate provocation

"咚咚-"

"咚咚-"

There was a rapid knocking sound coming from the bedroom door. It was just a light knock at first, but later it turned into a slap. The rhythm of the knocking sound was very similar to that of Uncle Qi, the housekeeper of the Feng family. He usually liked to knock first and then slap.

If it wasn't an emergency, the butler would never disturb Feng Qingyu at this time.

The knocks on the door became more and more urgent. Feng Qingyu hurriedly put on his clothes, tidying himself up so that no one would notice that he had just done something unspeakable. Then he put on his slippers and opened the door before the next knock came.

"Uncle Qi, what happened outside?"

The butler's face was gloomy, and his shoulders, which were always calm, were actually shaking slightly. At this time, Feng Qingyu found that there was a large dark red stain on his sleeves, and the same thing was also stained on his right hand.

A pungent smell of rust lingered around, it was the smell of blood.

"Where are you injured?"

"Miss... it's not my blood, it's... it's Master Wu from the kitchen... he... he was killed by those demons..."

"Speak slowly, don't be in a hurry."

Feng Qingyu poured him a glass of cold water, and the housekeeper thanked him and drank it in two or three gulps. He sat on the sofa and stroked his chest to calm down, still in shock. Witnessing the murder of a colleague was too shocking. Although he had seen countless storms, he couldn't accept it all at once.

He didn't rest for long before the downstairs became very noisy.

It was only a little after three in the morning, and the manor in the suburbs should have been even quieter, but at this moment it was as noisy as a crowded market at eight or nine in the morning, with the voices of dozens of people intertwined.

Those sounds were like boiling water, the waves gradually accumulated, making people irritated.

They spoke Kazdel's official language in a vulgar manner, commenting on the impression the manor had left on them and their desire to seize its property.

Feng Qingyu did not mean to discriminate, but these people did make her feel very unhappy.

She stood in front of the French window on the second floor and looked down. The uninvited guest who broke into the courtyard was the so-called demon, or Sarkaz. There was a corpse lying in the middle of the courtyard. Judging from the size of the corpse, it should be the chef who was unfortunately killed.

The ground beneath the chef had been stained dark with blood. Although his experience was worthy of sympathy, it might be difficult for the people in the manor to fight against so many Sarkaz.

All the bodyguards hired by the family have already dispersed, and those who are willing to stay are those who have no fighting ability. Any rash action will definitely lead to greater disaster.

"Damn...what's wrong with these people?"

The anxious mood aggravated the pain of the wound, and the burning feeling surged up all of a sudden. Feng Qingyu stared at the Sarkaz for a while, took a cigarette from the table, and tried several times to light it but failed.

She shook her wrist and found that she could use Originium techniques.

Sometimes when people are in a hurry, they forget even some basic abilities. She felt powerless and depressed, but she could do nothing about it. Anyway, the cigarette was lit, and then she had to deal with those Sarkaz bastards who broke into the house.

No matter how much she didn't want to go, she had to go because she had to take on the responsibility of being the head of the family.

"Uncle Qi, go and comfort the others first, tell them not to come out and hide in the room. I'll go and deal with them. If something goes wrong, you guys should find a place to hide first."

"But Miss, can you handle so many demons by yourself? They are cruel and bloodthirsty. I am worried..."

"Don't worry, I'll be with her."

Kal'tsit, who had been silent the whole time, had already dressed up and took the medical equipment that she almost always carried with her to treat mon3tr. It might not be enough to deal with two Sarkaz, but mon3tr alone should be able to knock down a large group.

Anyone who has seen the power of mon3tr knows that the monster is Kal'tsit's true form (bushi).

The butler had never seen Kal'tsit's abilities, and he didn't have time to give him an "arms display" for the time being. After all, he was not participating in Rhodes Island's integrated strategic trial.

Seeing that the butler still wanted to persuade him, Feng Qingyu simply closed the door and went downstairs with Kal'tsit.

Someone has to face these terrible things. If no one faces them, when they pile up to a certain amount, the family will be completely crushed by them and will never be able to go back to the way it was before.

Feng Qingyu didn't want to see that day.

The sword Qingxiao brought from Longmen was held in her palm. It was heavy and cold. The friction between the rough metal scabbard and the skin of her palm gave her a great sense of security.

In the ever-changing land of Terra, only those who hold weapons have a say.

She is ready.

The main building's door had been knocked open by the Sarkaz, and the door lock was severely damaged and deformed. A small Sarkaz leader with several scars on his arms, wearing a black mask and a worn mercenary uniform, sat on the sofa with his legs crossed.

The hall had become a temporary lair for the Sarkaz mercenaries. These crude outsiders walked into the room unscrupulously and stepped on the freshly clean tiles with their muddy boots. Feng Qingyu could hardly tolerate this.

If there were only a few Sarkaz here, she would definitely step forward without hesitation and fight them with all the skills she had learned in the street fights in Lungmen, and beat them to a pulp.

The sofa was an old sofa that was unused in the room upstairs. Although it was old, it was already very enviable for these homeless people who had never seen good things.

The Sarkaz kept stroking the fabric of the sofa, praising its workmanship with limited words.

"As expected of a noble from Victoria, the sofa in your home is so beautiful. There must be a lot of valuable things in your warehouse, right?"

Then, he ordered a dozen Sarkaz mercenaries to form three teams and asked them to search the warehouse-like area of ​​the manor. Feng Qingyu hated it most when someone rummaged through her room or home. If she encountered such a person, she would just beat him up and then consider other options.

A woman who is good in bed doesn't mean she is soft in other places. She has to be tough when it's time to be tough.

Feng Qingyu drew out Qingxiao and pointed it at the Sarkaz who were about to search the manor. His aura had completely changed.

"Who allowed you bastards to run wild in my house? If you dare to take another step forward, I will chop off your feet. If you touch my things, I will chop off your hands. If you dare to move again, I will chop off your hands."

Kal'tsit had never seen her like this before. It was well known that the guard operator Kuroba was very gentle to everyone, especially women, so much so that everyone forgot that she used to be the gangster boss on the streets of Longmen, the famous Qinglong sister.

The Sarkaz soldiers were stunned at first, and then burst into loud laughter.

“Hahahaha… are you kidding? You think you can bluff us with just a pretty toy knife in your hand? We are experienced Sarkaz warriors. If you don’t want to die, take out the warehouse key.”

At this time, these people didn't know what they would face next.

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Before leaving, Kal'tsit handed Tashia something that looked like a certificate. The card had a black triangle logo with a spiraling spire in the center and the word "BABEL" below it.

It might be an employee ID card for the organization called Tower of Babel, which can be used to punch in or open some channels.

It is said that the company building has not been completed yet and is still under construction. A company that is not sure whether it can be established is actually recruiting talents everywhere, and it is unknown whether it has the capital.

I hope I can get paid by then, because it is quite nice to have a place with free dormitories and meals, especially when I am on the run and hiding from my enemies.

In order to live that wonderful life as soon as possible, Tasia carefully put the ID card into her coat pocket.

The car stopped at an abandoned toll booth outside Chernobog, and the person who picked up Kal'tsit seemed to be the pink-haired Sarkaz Theresa who had eaten at the food stall with her before.

Theresa drove a 50% new SUV with a Chernobyl license plate.

Perhaps that SUV was Kal'tsit's real car. Now the interior of the car can only be described as dirty and messy. The owner did not take care of his belongings, and the car was still full of garbage such as cigarette butts and cans.

Talullah couldn't stand it anymore, so she cleaned the car and threw out all the things that could stir up irritability. After Kal'tsit got in the car and left with Theresa, Tasia was willing to sit in the passenger seat.

"Can I ask you to drive me next, my dear sister?"

"I would have done it even if you hadn't asked me to...Tasia, how is your injury?"

"Thanks to you, I'm in so much pain now that I'm almost gasping for breath, and I have a slight fever."

"..."

Tallulah reached out to touch her forehead, which was so hot that she could have fried an egg on the spot.

Fortunately, Kal'tsit had prepared in advance and left a spare medicine box in the car. The medicine box contained anti-inflammatory drugs and antipyretic drugs, as well as external antipyretic patches. If the medicine was taken and used in time, there would be no major problems.

There is a box of mineral water in the trunk of the car. Although it is about to expire, it is still okay to drink as long as it doesn't kill anyone.

Tashia took the medicine according to the instructions, put on a fever-reducing patch immediately after taking it, and lay on her side in the narrow back seat to rest for a while. The intense exchange with Kal'tsit tonight consumed a lot of essence. This woman is better at exploiting young people's bodies than expected. Her Ursus standard long gun, which was full of ammunition, was fired and now the magazine is empty. It will take a few days to refill it.

I've been shooting a lot lately, so the magazines are often in short supply. It's also good to rest during the sage time occasionally, as too much impulse will damage the body.

Although the car was shaking a bit, and she was getting sleepier after taking the medicine, Tasia wanted to sleep more and more. She held a sword in her arms and a backpack full of weapons beside her. If Tallulah dared to have any improper thoughts, she would blast her away.

Anyone who threatens her life will be killed, even if it is her own sister.

Even though Tallulah had no such intentions, she was still treated as a strong enemy and was guarded against.

"Have a good rest. I'll be with you next time. Where do you want to go? Colombia or Victoria? If you don't want to go to either, then go somewhere farther away, such as Sargon, Bolivar, or Xiosta. Xiosta has beautiful scenery and is suitable for vacation..."

"I want to go back to the Duchy."

"why?"

"Of course... ahem... of course I want to see Kosice again... That woman actually dared to use me as fuel... It's simply unforgivable!"

Tashia clenched her back teeth, her eyes widened with anger, the bloodshot in her eyes were particularly obvious, and the veins on her forehead bulged.

No one could stand being treated as a disposable tool. If she could, she would immediately return to the Dukedom, step into Kosice's mansion, and burn him and the mansion to ashes. Some things could only be burned if they could not be solved.

Her brain was like a high-temperature steamer, and her endurance was hanging by a thread, about to break.

As soon as I see Kosice, I will act instinctively.

Can't go back anymore.

Tallulah stared at the road ahead at night, her hesitant gaze becoming firm.

"In that case, then kill her. I hate that woman just as much, and I can no longer tolerate her doing evil in front of me. Not only did she do evil herself, she also induced you to do evil for her, sowing these seeds on the land of Ursus... I will never let her destroy you. So, I can only destroy her."

They are now in the same boat, and both have the goal of killing Kosice. One wants to protect her sister and get rid of her control, while the other wants to end the nightmare that has lasted for more than ten years. The source of the nightmare is at the end of this road.

At the current speed, they would be in the Duke's Territory in two hours and standing at the gate of the Duke's Territory.

That old thief Koschei will never be able to escape. Draco's fire spell will kill her without any suspense, and her life will disappear as fast as a gust of wind.

"Oh, you actually said something like that. Tallulah, I didn't expect you to go this far. She's your adoptive mother, don't you have any hesitation at all?"

That confession made Tasia unable to suppress her excitement.

She was just waiting.

The plan to let Tallulah do it was accomplished without much thought rather than killing Kosciuszko herself. Letting the weapon and heir that person was most proud of pierce his chest with a sword, watching his life flow away with his blood, a desperate and interesting death.

That scene is enough to go down in history and be watched over and over again.

Talula's golden pupils were burning, and the sourceless fire of anger froze her facial expression. Tasia finally saw her killing intent, a real Drake should be like this.

Long-term captivity made her lose her fighting spirit, and she no longer looked like a drake. Tasia's experience undoubtedly stirred her emotions and made her remember her identity.

"I have been patient with her for too long. Ever since the incident with Lomonsov, I have been certain that Koschei would go too far. Framing you for killing Major Antonio has already touched the bottom line. No matter what situation I face next, I will accept it."

The Duke's daughter, Tallulah, is now the fighter Tallulah. She and another fighter rushed to the filthy place at the fastest speed. There were lightning and thunder in the sky above the Dukedom, and the cold wind was howling.

They returned from Chernobyl, where spring is always here, to a world of ice and snow. The dazzling pure white was still so monotonous and boring. Tasia's body was hot and cold, and the blanket in the car was too dirty, so she didn't want to use it at all.

When the car drove into the Duke's territory, Talulah had to cover Tasia with the blanket first.

"Please hide for a while. After we kill Kosice, we will flee far away and never return to this damn place of Ursus."

For some reason, Tashia felt that this sentence sounded like a declaration of elopement.

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61. The Great Retreat of Duolun County

After the Sarkaz had abandoned their weapons and fled, the people hiding in the room dared to come out to clean up the mess. Kal'tsit also joined the team, cleaning up the damaged glass and putting it into a black garbage bag.

The Sarkaz's body was dragged out by the male employees of the manor and transported to a nearby cemetery, where it was buried in a random hole.

They don't have much time to clean up the mess, as the few fleeing Sarkaz will surely inform the main force of their defeat, and by then, those barbarians will surround the entire manor.

Feng Qingyu and Kal'tsit alone could not withstand the overly fierce attack, and Rhodes Island still had a mission in Londinium, so she could not stay in Doron County for too long.

After the Sarkaz's disturbance, everyone in the manor was sleepless and anxious. Feng Qingyu kept comforting them and thinking about the way out in the living room.