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"You should have killed her."

Captain Vasson took off his helmet and said to his boss in a questioning tone.

"This is a tricky prisoner." Bloody Captain Gabil opened the water bag and took a sip. "She is the daughter of Lord Benedictus! She can't be executed yet."

Wasson was angry, and he waved his hand in the air hard: "Not yet, but what about next? Gabil, the Blood Crusader is going to destroy all the undead." He raised his head and looked at the captain and asked, "Even if the Bishop wants us to show mercy, we cannot let his daughter go, right?"

"I have passed the letter with the Bishop. In any case, we must test his attitude."

"That's a matter between you. What I want to say is that she has become the source of sin and should be defeated by life..." Before Vason could finish what he was going to say, Gabil leaned against the back of the chair, and the expression on his face was profound.

"Are you testing Lord Benedictas?"

"Article Ethan Leon once said: The miscellaneous disasters are hidden by us." Gabille snorted softly. In his opinion, it doesn't matter how things are resolved, but the important thing is always the result.

The result is that Lilian Vos will definitely die, and Benedictus's attitude will also determine his own life and death.

"So that's it." Wasson finally laughed, "This is a good note, let's wait and see."

...

Lilian looked at the dark sky through the hazy mist outside the iron cage. Her lips were closed. Death made her cheeks pale, and black lines could be clearly seen climbing up from under her silk scarf to her neck.

Her legs were aligned and her hands were placed on her knees. She was locked on the top of a watchtower with a bloody look, looking very helpless.

Gabilel, a playmate who has been young and has threatened to execute her. If Lilian had not told Gabilel that her father was Benedictus Voss in desperation, she might have died again.

My father would come to save her. Lilian told herself in her heart.

"Lilian!"

Someone is calling her name. Only when she is alive will someone call her name. No one is willing to mention her after her death. Even Gabille calls her the Deadly Scourge.

"If you're willing to follow us..."

Lilian knew who was talking to her. Although she couldn't see the other person, she could just feel the other person's existence and a trick of stealth. "I said that I won't join you. My father will come to save me!" She blurted out and subconsciously.

As a young generation of the Vos family, Lilian was lifted by Benedictus before she was very young. She was trained as a weapon to fight against the undead. Her father asked her to specialize in stealth, spells, martial arts, and any knowledge that could make her stronger. She gave up her childhood for the sake of the family.

"Father?"

The person in the shadow said only two words, but Lilian was furious about it. The man was laughing at her and hiding from her sight to mock her.

"Stay away from me," she said, "Get out!"

"I intercepted a letter, written by your father. Do you want to read it?"

Lilian hesitated. The other party didn't wait for her answer. A letter appeared in front of her out of thin air. She could get it with her hand.

Her eyes looked at the envelope that was wet by the rain for a while. Even though she became a dead soul, her eyes were still the same as before, with the blue of the Worth family, and it could not be diluted whether it was sick or death. Lilian picked up the letter and opened her mouth, indicating that the sneaking guy had secretly read it.

Why did he laugh at himself with the word "father" after reading the letter? Lilian couldn't help but think of something. She began to worry, but her eyes still shone with bright light, so that fear would not destroy her hope.

She looked straight at the envelope, full of pleas.

Captain Gabiler:

Your decision to detain the prisoner is really strange... and it is also a prisoner of the undead. What are you thinking? Do you think that because of the prisoner's condition during his lifetime, she can overtake the laws of the Blood Crusader?

This is so distressing. Gabille, I must remind you that doing so will be punished. I suggest you execute the prisoner immediately, she is no longer a member of us.

"No!!!" Lilian shouted shrillly, tearing the rain-stained letters into pieces. This was the deceased trick of the undead, and he fabricated the letters. None of this was true.

As the sun approached, the weather in Tirisfa became colder. Lilian shook, buried her head in her chest, sobbing without tears, and the raindrops in the sky were her tears.

Why did my father abandon her?

She asked in her heart, and then another voice in her memory answered her: We are all the same.

Lilian shook her head, trying hard to forget that memory and throw it into the endless sea, but the memory became clearer.

The guy who claimed to be forgotten found her in a long abandoned hotel, gave her a mirror, and said to her: We are all the same.

"No, I'm not!" Lilian looked up and howled, but shocked Gabil in front of him. When did Captain Blood appear?

"What are you not?" Gabille teased Lilian in a teasing way, "Do you want to say you are not a dead person? It's ridiculous. I should bring a mirror to let you recognize yourself well."

Lilian was furious and reached her waist, finding that her dagger had disappeared.

"But you don't have this chance!" Gabil suddenly changed his mind, "Time is up, little prisoner. Your father has not heard from him for a long time. I think he has acquiesced to the execution of you. You really disappointed him. He once thought you would fight against the powerful weapon of the Death of the Scourge. Unfortunately... it's not a good thing. You were very dangerous when you were alive, and it's even more dangerous now." Captain Blood opened the iron cage with the key. "Die, the Scourge Witch!"

"No!" Lilian jumped hard, her explosive power made Gabile unable to react. The undead that was originally locked in the cage easily landed behind him, and his hands were embedded into Gabile's neck like the end of a blade.

"Gabier, Father, why are you..." Lilian whispered softly.

Her hands couldn't help trembling. She was a little excited. Fresh flesh and blood! Lilian's throat choked, but fortunately, reason finally prevailed.

She had only one thought: escape!

………

How long has it been? Lilian returned to the hotel she had been in before. She didn't know where to go. She could only go. After her resurrection, she only had peace in the dilapidated hotel. In the darkness, no one could see her face clearly, but someone knew she was here.

There shouldn't be any footsteps in the hotel.

"You move and I'll cut your throat." Lilian said to the intruder. Unexpectedly, the other party made a hoarse voice.

"Even I can feel you trembling. And... do you think a stick can really cut my throat?"

"I should kill you just this insult I sent to you." Lilian said, weighing the other party's reaction. "Your name."

"Belmont." His voice was steady and he was not panicked. "Remember me?"

"We've seen it?"

"Yes, ma'am. I introduced myself last time. I also brought you a mirror."

"I remembered. You are a natural disaster minion!"

Belmont turned around and faced her. If Lilian really had the idea of ​​killing the other person, this was the opportunity to take action. "The world of the living will not accept us anymore, but we are essentially different from the Scourge! We are free."

Confusion rose like a tide, spreading through Lilian's mind, deposited on her pale cheeks, leaving behind an unpredictable expression.

"Freedom?" Lilian murmured, thinking these two words were ridiculous. "What freedom is there to say? My father..."

"My master has had the same experience as you. He sympathized with you, so he sent me to you. He asked me to bring you a message." Belmont smiled and handed Voss a piece of crumpled parchment.

An emergency message:

A natural disaster spy named Lilian fled the bloody whistle. She was extremely dangerous. Once she discovered the love, she was rectified. Fifteen of us had been killed by her, and we could not even find the wound.

Please do not try to arrest her, otherwise it is likely to lead to death. She is an enemy of the Crusader and needs to be executed immediately.

Just bring her emblem back to the High Priest and you will receive a reward of 1,000 gold coins. If you have any questions, ask for help from your commander.

——BV

"This is your fake!" Lilian threw the parchment on Belmont's face. The latter was not angry, but laughed.

"You can think so, but I can tell you that if you continue to refuse to join us, my master will give up and he will not help you block the assassination of the Crusaders!"

"Assassination?" Lilian's voice trembled.

"It's very clear, 'We have fifteen people killed by her', except for the Blood Captain named Gabille, you killed, and the remaining fourteen people met my master on the way to find you." Belmont paused, his eyes swept over the words on the parchment. "It's such a smart way to do it. The head of your reward does not call you your full name, but only Lilian. The name BV at the bottom is your father, Beneditas Voss."

"Enough!" Lilian's voice was wrapped in the gurgling airflow, and the anger could still be heard. "Where is he?"

"If you want, my master can help you..."

"I'll go by myself!"

"Of course, of course! So the master brought you a gift." Belmont took out a pair of daggers with purple runes from behind like magic.

Lilian was missing a handy weapon, but he wanted to know more about where Benedictus was?

"Your father is in the watchtower west of the Bloody Monastery, and he has many guards."

...

The bodies were cold for a long time, and Nathanos walked all the way with crusaders lying in blood. There were three corpses in the watchtower. Their throats were cut, but Nathanos was amazed at the exquisite "craftsmanship" of the people who killed them.

"It was almost a blow to kill him. The blood did not spray out."

"She ran away, master."

Nathanos' dry lips curled up a smile, "It will take her some time to think clearly. Keep up with her and bring her back."

Belmont nodded. The blue-blue light gradually became darker, but Nathanos could still be seen looking down at Benedictus' side face, crawling with black blood vessels like spider webs.

Belmont walked out of the watchtower and prepared to leave.

"Will you do that too?"

Nathanos didn't look back. He knew that Belmont's face must be trembling with expectant face, as if there were rows of swaying fires on the cult altar. He actually dared to ask him this question!

In the end, Nathanos neither answered nor scolded Belmont because he did not forget his doubts and wavering. Over the past so long, Nathanos had asked himself similar questions.

My heart - and her, will I miss it?

Belmont was ready to leave, and after bowing, he hurriedly ran away. Even so, Nathanos could penetrate his heart with one arrow, but the Withered One did not do so. His thoughts were so upset that they were mixed up. First, he witnessed Lilian's encounter, then Belmont's sudden question, and the feeling that had long been dead in his heart. Nathanos felt an energy that had been suppressed for a long time, and rushed down his spine violently, eager to find an exit.

"The murderer is here!"
To be continued...