Chapter 29 Variation

"Well, please collect=w="

The lights were bright outside, and the sound of the lute and flute floated in along the wind. There were bursts of applause for the conversation and noise, which seemed particularly lively. Rosie didn't know what had happened. She could only sit in the narrow iron prison with her legs in her arms and see the night sky stained by lights through the narrow window.

She thought she was dead.

The overwhelming waves are like the tongue of a monster, which involved her into the deep sea. In her confusion, she heard a spell that made her stunned. She really thought she would die. Nigel let her go for the first time, how could he let her escape from death again? The last thing she thought of was the alchemists. Before being swallowed and drowned in a coma by the sea, she thought of them was that they would be separated from yin and yang forever. Regret and chagrin are more than the fear of death at that moment.

However, she woke up.

Although when she woke up, she found that she had been locked here - a narrow and low, emitting a bloody stench, she could only hunch and sit in a small iron cage. But her heart was still inevitably cheering. She is not dead. She is still alive. She can still see him and have a chance to make up for his regret. There was only a steel-boned cage that stopped her.

"Nizhel," she shouted, "what are you going to do? Let me out!"

Her voice echoed in the attic, buzzing.

"Hill Mayer." She turned her head and looked around. She was the only one who was locked like a captured animal, and it was empty around. The other's voice penetrated the room. I can't see anyone when I hear his voice. You can go out, which is too easy for you. Just a magic, just fire and frost.

Of course she knows. But... However, her mouth is disobedient and can't make a sound; her fingers are stiff as iron and can't bend; her magic is like a pool of smelly stagnant water, lifeless. She completely lost the ability to cast spells.

"Are you laughing at me?"

"No one has ever laughed at you, Hilmeyer."

Nizelle's voice came lightly, mixed with some kind of sigh. It's like regret for her. This further fueled the anger in her heart. How can she go out if she can't cast a spell? Isn't this ridicule? Is it praise? Put me in an iron cage, not to laugh at me, but for what?

The answer was a burst of silence.

"I'm your loser. Looking at me can boost your self-confidence and make you feel happy? Sorry, I think I will disappoint you. You probably can't see my begging for mercy and crying. I'm not so easily knocked down. My tears only flow for one person. Ah, or do you want to kill me? Then please hurry up and don't procrastinate."

After another difficult silence, Nigel's voice finally sounded. I didn't mean to do that." He said, "I didn't expect what I did before to cause such consequences."

"Cat crying mouse fake mercy."

"You have lost confidence, Hilmeyer, confidence in magic." Every word that Nigel said uncovered her scars and made Rosie tremble. Think back to what you used to look like: make fun of your tutor, and easily escape from the adjudicator who chased you... You are like the hot sun. But what about now? Look at yourself, you can't even break an iron cage.

Her fingers opened and opened, but the spell choked in her throat. He was not so kind. She told herself that he was waiting to see my joke. I must have been imprisoned with magic potions, and this damn iron prison must have been enchanted. I can't open it. Don't bother. Even if I have the strength of a dragon, I can't open it.

He defeated me and trampled me under his feet, but now he comes to repent. So," she asked angrily, "Have you taken over their work? It's here to judge me, Mr. the most talented magician.

"I don't have such a plan." Nigel said.

"No? Who knows what you are thinking. Rosie sneered coldly, "Mr. Nigel, the 'shadow clown', you have more or less faces than ever, and you don't even dare to talk to me face to face."

"You will be disappointed."

"Have you become a skeleton? I won't be scared to death." She laughed, "Since you don't kill me or arrest me, let me out. That's the end of the joke, Nigel, stop wasting our time. Her laughter suddenly stopped.

Nizhel's voice suddenly had an indescribable sadness. Do you really want to go back?" He asked softly, "See the alchemist."

"This has nothing to do with you!" Rosie said coldly.

"He already thought you had left him, completely left him, and flew away."

She sneered, "Isn't it because of you?"

However, her heart is far less calm than shown. She was anxious and worried. She wanted to go out and leave this damn place quickly. She wanted to tell the alchemist that he was wrong. She didn't leave and didn't leave. She won't leave. However, she stared at the iron prison that besieged her, and as soon as her fingers touched the iron, she quickly withdrew it like an electric shock. I...I...she looked at her hand, and suddenly there was an uncontrollable hatred and disgust in her heart. She actually wanted to cut off her weak hand like this! She can't stand herself suddenly becoming so weak. However, she... she really can't do anything as Nigel said.

...I can't do anything. She lowered her arms depressingly and curled up in the cage.

Nagel's voice sounded inappropriately. I did this to protect you, Hilmeyer.

She laughed loudly in the dark attic. It was not until her stomach ached with laughter that tears overflowed from her eyes that she gradually stopped laughing. Nigel, I don't need your protection." She told him coldly, "I don't need anyone's protection. Get out of here!"

At this time, Rosie looked at the fireworks blooming out of the window and wondered how real the protection Nigel said was. There is an ocean of joy outside. Will anyone set off a huge wave in it? Protection, I don't need it. She just wants to go out.

"Nizal!" She shouted at each other, "Let me out."

Only the endless silence responded to her.

"Hill Mayer," she remembered the last words Nigel said to herself before she left. Only in this way can I protect you. Either stay here to receive protection, or open the iron cage by yourself..." He paused for too long, until Rosie thought he had completely left. His voice came softly, "...if... you don't want him to die."

The Liushui Palace is holding a dinner, and all the dignitaries are present.

Today's protagonist is the daughter of the resurrection of the Count of the Golden Boat, the former night witch Nianta. The rumor runs faster than the wind. Everyone knows that the monster sitting on Prince O'beron's left hand is the monster that makes them unable to sleep at night - although she now looks like a shy girl, an ordinary girl. There was an endless stream of powerful people who came to the ceremony. They maintained due respect for Nianta and also kept the greatest distance. Everyone glanced at her with either vigilance and vigilance, or contempt and hostility.

"Prince, are you too anxious?" Miss Bachelor asked.

She sat between the alchemist and the female swordsman, separating them and blocking Leo's sight. She is angry. He completely angered her that night. He tried to repair it but made no progress, because he was determined not to reveal a trace of it. Forget it, he thought helplessly that she always wanted to leave. It's better to carry hatred than something else.

"The Gulf land must be inherited." He heard the prince answer, "The coveted man is like a carp crossing the river. I have to return it to Nianta as soon as possible. She is the righteous heir.

The heir of the night witch? Who else dares to touch that place now? No wonder these powerful people have strong hostility on their faces.

The alchemist sat aside drinking sweet wine. No one talked to him, and no lady asked him to dance. Although he sat on the prince's right hand, he was the same as Eugene, the red pigeon in the corner, silent, like a frozen statue. The pigeon suffered from himself, but he didn't do it himself?

He drank silently and suddenly made a noise. The table in front of the red pigeon Eugene was somehow knocked over, the wine pot and plate fell on the ground, the thick soup made a mess of the carpet, and a roast chicken with a silver knife and fork cooed and ran around.

"What's going on?" The prince asked loudly, and the noisy hall quieted down.

A Valia nobleman standing next to the pigeon immediately bowed down. I'm just careless." His tone was light and indifferent. I accidentally offended our 'guest'.

"It's more than an offense!" The red pigeon Eugene's face turned red, and his anger overshadowed his reason. He insulted, trampled and defied the glory of the nobles. I'm here for the dinner, Your Highness.

"Jora, what did you say?"

"I'll tell you the truth." He just said that the traitor was qualified to attend the royal banquet? As far as the facts are concerned, he really said nothing wrong. His position is too high and should be changed with others.

Li Ou glanced at the place the other party pointed to. It was a dark corner at the end of the hall, so that others could not see it. The status of the people sitting there could not be lower: the little boy who had never seen blood, the old man with stiff muscles and bones, and blind eyes, and the disability. They are far away from dishes and even more away from glory.

"That's not the place for me to sit." Eugene, the red pigeon, announced loudly.

The nobleman named Jora sneered, "Then where do you want to sit? Next to the throne, traitor?"

The prince stopped them and said, "Set a seat for our distant friends!" He said loudly, "Let's get a long boat for Sir Lester to sit on." The powerful and nobles laughed in unison. Sir Jola, you are the same. A carriage will take you home.

The other party smiled and bowed, "As you wish, my lord."

"You can't do this to me." The red pigeon Eugene shouted, "I'm the envoy, not the alchemist!"

The prince glanced at Nianta beside him, and his voice was frosty. For the traitor, I treat you very well, Sir. Li Ou is convinced of this, because the other one has already been locked in a water cell.

"I didn't betray anyone." Eugene, the red pigeon, shouted, "I just want what belongs to me." He said, "You are the one who betrayed! You bought something but didn't pay for it. You have to keep your promise. The gods in heaven are watching you.

"Unbelieving Ai Inblow, you chose the wrong buyer." The prince stood up from a high seat. Come on, send Jazz back to calm down. The guards immediately took the order. They stepped forward and set up the arms of Eugene, the red dove, and blocked his mouth with a rag. He couldn't help struggling to kick and sobbing.

However, the subsequent terrible sound, as if the explosion of the earth burst loosened the hands of the guards, and the red pigeon Eugene was rudely thrown to the ground. But he forgot to curse and take off the towel in his mouth. Like everyone in the hall, he looked out of the hall in horror.

not far away spewed out stones and flames like a volcanic explosion. A full moon in the deep blue sky was first, and it was wrapped in strange green flames, emitting a bleak and evil light. Nianta's scream was accompanied by another howling that was different from any creature in the world.