Thanks for the invitation. I am a parasite in Terra.

On the other side...the girl who looked 70% similar to the unconscious girl on the ground seemed to be a little older in terms of her face, and the few pieces of rope that had not yet burned out at her feet seemed to tell Zuo Jian how she escaped.

But more importantly, in...

Their faces, the horns on their heads and the tails behind them.

Drake...Draque in the photo...

Are they the Earl of Warwick's adopted daughters?

Zuo Jian narrowed his eyes and thought for a moment.

At the same time, he glanced at the broken window nearby, and the disheveled coat of the standing Draco girl, which seemed to have been damaged in a fight.

Even through the torn outer layer, you can see the arm with faint bloodstains.

Was there a third person in the room before? Was the noise just now also caused by her fighting with the murderer?

Was it she who fought off the murderer of the Earl of Warwick, causing him to escape through the window?

No, something's wrong.

Zuo Jian seemed to feel that there was something strange mixed in with his speculation, as if all his conclusions so far were deliberately being guided in a certain direction.

I always feel like I've overlooked something.

No matter what, you have to communicate first.

Thinking of this, Zuo Jian just opened his mouth, and the next moment, a blazing flame suddenly swept across his face! !

Abrana looked at Zuo Jian who was lost in thought for a moment and sighed unconsciously in her heart.

Sure enough, the makeshift disguise could easily be noticed as somewhat inconsistent, especially by some thoughtful people.

In that case...interrupting the other person's thoughts might be a good idea.

Seeing that Zuo Jian wanted to communicate, she raised her hand directly, and the flames that were born with her gathered into a wave and rushed towards him at this moment! With scorching heat and strong air waves, it was like a wave of flames.

The former widened his pupils as he looked at the flames coming towards him. At this moment, the surroundings seemed to be frozen.

.....

Damn.

His consciousness came back to him, and he could even clearly feel the heat wave rushing towards him little by little, but...

The body cannot make any evasive gesture.

As expected, this body is still too weak.

There was no room for dodging. Zuo Jian took a deep breath and gathered all the flesh and blood that he could freely mobilize into the shield-like structure in his hand. At the same time, he covered the constantly flowing blood vessels, allowing the blood to circulate quickly in the shield to achieve some heat dissipation effect.

Then he turned sideways and pointed the magazine of the city-breaking spear away from the direction of the fire.

He didn't dare to bet that the explosive grenade in the city-breaking spear would explode directly in his hand because of the high temperature...

This body does not have the physical strength of someone like Vaifan.

If all the grenades in the magazine detonated at close range, half of his body would probably be blown off.

Although it is not a problem in terms of threat, it will be troublesome if this body is disconnected.

"Heh, this might be the most challenging thing since I traveled through time, right?"

As if talking to himself, Zuo Jian lamented that his weakened body actually made him feel a little nervous, which was rare.

crunch--

The tip of the gun dug into the floor, and the other end served as support for his body, preventing him from being blown away by the heat wave, while he curled up behind the shield.

On the arm holding the shield, a large number of blood vessels were circulating with blood that was heated to boiling point, and his entire arm was covered with constantly emitting steam.

Abrana stood there in surprise, looking at the figure in front of her who remained resolute under the flames, and was unconsciously a little surprised.

This guy obviously doesn't look that strong, but he can actually hold up his own flames?

Is it an Originium technique? Or is that shield some special device? Never mind. It doesn't matter. It's almost time.

She estimated the time and then stopped her Originium skills.

In an instant, the raging flames dissipated, leaving only a Draco girl with a somewhat unstable figure.

Abrana pretended to gasp for air, then opened her eyes and stared at the man holding the shield in front of her.

The costumes are, gangsters? I remembered that the teacher had indeed had contact with some gangsters in Londinium before, and behind them there were often some...Grand Dukes.

While thinking, Abrana pretended to be weak, preparing to observe Zuojian's next move.

The attack just now should have interrupted the other party's thinking. What we need to do now is to use the surrounding environment and clues to guide the development in the direction we have speculated.

"Well, I'm not an enemy. Strictly speaking, I should be your adoptive father's friend..."

Sure enough, the man in front of her took the initiative to communicate, just as Abrana had guessed.

Judging from the other person's expression, he also realized that he was a Draco... He also understood what Draco meant to Victoria at the moment.

Although it was a spur-of-the-moment idea, given the current situation, if she could use the gangs under the Duke to get close to them... she would have the opportunity to use her Originium skills to manipulate one of them. Although it was very risky and the probability was very low, once successful, the benefits would be immeasurable.

Abbrana answered as she thought about her plan.

"Who are you....Why should I trust you?"

.....

If it were in the past, Zuo Jian would probably have simply dropped his weapon and opened his arms to show that he had no ill intentions.

After all...if it were in the past, he wouldn't need these ridiculous weapons, nor would he have to worry about being burned by flames when putting away his shield.

Ah, a weak body is such a hassle.

"Actually, I chose to visit you because the Earl of Warwick has not come to pick up the goods that he left with us."

"look."

Zuo Jian took out a list from his pocket, and the column concerning the person in charge finally showed the handwriting of the Earl of Warwick.

Seeing this, Abrana finally "let her guard down" and put away her fighting stance with some doubt, but she still protected the other unconscious girl on the ground.

"Phew, I'm glad you understand."

With a long sigh, Zuo Jian put down his weapon, but his shield still maintained its mimicry.

"who are you?"

Abrana looked up and asked with some caution and confusion.

Zuo Jian was stunned for a moment, then he smiled as kindly as possible and spoke to her.

"Norman Smith."

"my name."

Hearing this, Abrana smacked her lips unconsciously in her heart.

Who cares what your name is.

She thought the other party would reveal that he was a member of that gang.

Relying on this, she might be able to know in advance which duke is behind it.

However, no matter how much she thought about it, Abrana couldn't express it directly.

"Love Brana."

will get

Somewhat reluctantly, she told her name to Zuo Jian.

"Abrana....Well, and the girl behind you, why don't you untie her first?"

Having said that, Abrana turned around and looked at the unconscious Ravshini behind her. After showing a "worried" look, she immediately began to help her untie the rope.

"she is--"

"Rafushini.....my sister."

"Yeah."

Zuo Jian walked forward and began to observe the damaged glass window from close range.

Turning around, he found Abrana secretly glancing at him out of the corner of her eye.

"The Earl of Warwick, or your adoptive father..."

"He's dead, isn't he?"

"....I regret."

Unexpectedly, Abrana did not show an extremely sad expression as Zuo Jian had expected.

On the contrary, she looked.....incredibly calm.

As if it wasn't surprising at all.

But she couldn't say these words out loud. Was she the type who kept her emotions to herself?

"What are you going to do next?"

"do not know."

Abrana stood up and looked towards the somewhat empty attic.

All the servants had run away, which was consistent with her guess.

In the mansion right now, there were only three living people left: her, the man in front of her, and Lavshini.

“…”

She looked at Zuo Jian beside her, waiting for him to say the inevitable words.

Judging from his expression, the other party definitely recognized his race, otherwise he wouldn't have been so shocked just now.

Well, if a gangster could offer two pure-blooded Drakes to the duke behind him, it would undoubtedly be a great achievement, especially at this time.

Abrana is fully aware of the "value" of her bloodline and has no problem capitalizing on it.

But...why does this man look like he's thinking?

Shouldn't this be something that should be done without a second thought?

Why did he think so long?

Could it be that she has been isolated from the outside world for too long, and Draco's bloodline is no longer valuable?

Then, Zuo Jian looked at Abrana and Ravshini in front of him, sighed as if he had made some important decision, and then spoke seriously and said the words that Abrana expected.

"If you really have nowhere to go, you can come with me."

Chapter 90, Sisters

"what is this?"

Abrana stood downstairs and watched the trunk of the Land Cruiser being opened as it slowly reversed. One box after another of wooden crates were pried open, revealing objects wrapped in paper inside.

"Please go, Earl Warwick... The goods he ordered are all warm clothing and food. If I'm not mistaken, he intends to distribute them to the people of Tara in the surrounding area."

"I know. It's a very effective method. It only costs him a negligible price to establish a lofty image in the hearts of the Tara people."

"You don't seem to have a very good opinion of your adoptive father..."

Zuo Jian felt that Abrana's attitude towards Earl Warwick was not like that of a normal father and daughter.

“In fact, he taught me these things.”

The latter was actually honest about this matter. After all, if she pretended to have a close relationship with the Earl of Warwick, it would be easier to be exposed. It would be better to be honest about some aspects, which would also facilitate her disguise.

"His original words were that it was not even necessary to distribute the clothes and food to every Tara resident, but they must all see that they were actually distributing food and clothes to the Tara people."

"Judging from the volume of orders, this doesn't seem like a casual move."

Zuo Jian counted the various supplies in the wooden boxes. It was obvious that judging from the rations, almost every Tara person here could get one piece of warm clothing alone.

"After all, for him, it doesn't make much difference just in terms of how much he orders. In this regard, he doesn't intend to save money."

"Then did your teacher ever teach you that if a person is full of evil thoughts of self-interest, but does only good deeds until death, how should he be evaluated?"

Zuo Jian looked at the box and turned to ask Abrana.

".....a brilliant hypocrite."