Chapter 30

Chapter 30

"Have you had enough, Raphael?"

Raphael rubbed his eyebrows and turned his body tiredly: "Oh, Fred, it's not a good habit to eavesdrop on other people's conversations."

Fred curled the corners of his lips: "Actually, the voice of your conversation is so loud that it reminds people of a donkey that keeps calling."

"I will listen to your words as a compliment." Raphael tidied up his clothes and walked out of the door. When he passed Fred, he pulled his sleeve. His face was rarely serious: "Are you really going to do this?"

"There's no need to worry about anything, Fred." Raphael patted Fred's hand holding his clothes with comfort. "After all, those werewolves and demons can't be easily solved by the two of us. What's wrong with the help of Ayer?"

Fred is still hesitant: "But..."

"Well, Fred, we must do this for Dorothy. Have you forget that we don't believe in God? Even if it's a lie, so what? Besides, I didn't say anything. There was action. It was just herself. Raphael answered gently but seriously, proving that he was not joking. He gently pushed Fred's hand away and walked downstairs. "Come and entertain the guests quickly, dear Fred. I'm too busy alone."

This Raphael is really the devil.

Fred breathed a long sigh of relief and followed him downstairs.

This side is a group of peace, but on the side of Aier, it is not so satisfactory.

As soon as she walked into a forest, Claude turned around and slapped Aier in the face. Blood flowed down the corners of her mouth, and she had been breathing in pain.

She covered her beaten cheek and shouted angrily at Claude, "What are you doing, Claude?"

"What am I doing, Al. Bronte? I'd like to ask, what are you doing!" Claude grabbed Ayr's shoulders hard, and the wound on his shoulder suddenly gushed blood, dyeing Ayr's clothes red, which made Ayr even more angry: "Claude! You have no right to question me! No!"

"I didn't! But why did you appear at my brother's place? Don't tell me that you have to! I never believe such nonsense!" Claude pushed her to the ground fiercely and looked at her condescendingly with contempt. "Your dirty heart doesn't deserve my brother's love at all!"

Aier got up from the ground with difficulty, wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth, looked at Claude with sarcastic eyes, and deliberately pretended to be suddenly enlightened: "Oh, Claude, are you jealous of me? In these three days and nights, your dear brother, he has been waiting for me. For so many years, he refused to give you a simple greeting. It hurts, isn't it?

"Shut up!" Claude was so angry that even his eyes were dark. He raised Ayr fiercely and threw it out hard. Ayr felt that his internal organs were about to be squeezed out, and a mouthful of bright red blood coughed out of her mouth, but she did not intend to stop her stupid behavior of angering Claude: "What's wrong, Claude, Do you only have this ability? You turned out to be an incompetent guy like Marian!"

"You are looking for death!" Claude's patience was finally broken by Ayr. He roared and rushed to Aier. Aier took a deep breath, but his body was so soft that he could hardly exert any strength, but his body suddenly felt light. Marian picked himself up and avoided Claude's attack.

"Hey, Claude, this is not like your usual elegance and nobility." Mary fell firmly behind Claude, with a sarcastic smile on the corners of his mouth. "You can still make such a heavy hand on an injured woman."

"Mian..." Ale struggled to come down. She hated this man. She couldn't forget how he killed her father cruelly. She couldn't forgive him!

"You can be quiet first, okay, Ayr?" Marian lowered his head and said to Aier in a gentle tone! Oh, my God! Al can't believe his ears. Everyone knows that this bachelor Han Marian has no mood at all!

"Mian, put her down, get out of here! This is a dispute between me and her. It has nothing to do with you!" Claude stared coldly at Marian's pale love in her arms. She looked so delicate, that was the Raphael she pretended to seduce? Shameless**! Raphael is just Claude's! He won't share it with anyone!

"Oh? Do you think so, Claude? Marian laughed wildly. He squeaked his mouth and said, "The red wine treasured in the castle is really delicious. I'm going back to taste it. Would you like to come with me, Claude?"

"You bastard!" Claude roared like crazy? But Marian ignored him at all and walked to the castle step by step, which made Claude even more angry. He didn't pay attention to himself at all!

Bastard! Bastard! Bastard! Claude roared in the bottom of his heart, and his palms were scratched by his sharp nails, bleeding, and the bottom of his heart was really getting more and more sad. Indeed, as Aier said, Raphael has never had any contact with him since he separated from him, let alone bandaged himself when he was injured, even if he didn't need it at all. Even a greeting is fine, but Raphael has been too lazy to use any emotion on himself. Is it this kind of hatred? Claude just ate the soul of the girl with red eyes. How long has Raphael been with her? How can he compare with the friendship between brothers?

He collapsed on the ground and lay in a "big" shape. He looked at the bright night sky in summer and sighed deeply.

He doesn't want to go back to the castle for the time being. He doesn't want to hear those boring cold words, which are meaningless. It will only make him want to kill all the mob to calm his anger.

And Aier is also very angry.

She had been patient until Marian sent her back to the bedroom that she grabbed his sleeve and asked in a low voice, "Why did you save me?"

"It's an apology." Marian gently put her in ** and covered her with a quilt. "You can go to the hospital in the town tomorrow. I don't want to see you die here."

"It's none of your business!" Aier struggled to sit up, but as long as he moved, the blood would flow more, and he could even taste the fishy smell of blood in his mouth.

"It's really none of my business." Marian shrugged his shoulders, "But we are companions, aren't we?"

"Companion?" When Aier heard this, tears suddenly surged out. How much she wanted to laugh. This companion was so great. He killed his father and even wanted to kill himself! Is this the so-called companion? It's so funny! Al wiped away his tears and said to Marian fiercely, "Mrian, I won't stop the matter that you killed my father!" We will calculate this account slowly in the future! Now I don't want to see you again. Get out!"

"Don't you want to hear my explanation of this matter?" Mali soothed his forehead, and obviously felt distressed that Al could not understand himself.

"I've heard enough. Get out!" Ayr covered his ears and resisted all Marian's words. He always had a lot of absurd reasons for what he did. It was impossible to blind Al's eyes, let alone try to deceive her thinking!

Marian saw her reluctance and didn't bother to say anything more. She just sighed, "Well, Aier, when you want to hear my reasons, I'll tell you carefully. So now, Er, good night, have a good rest."

He left, and he finally left. Normally, she should be happy and go to bed at ease, but she covered her mouth? Crying in a low voice.

Of course, she understands that werewolves will not have a family. Paper can't wrap the fire. After all, there will be a day when Ayr will be hurt by his father again. Marian just minimizes the damage that Ayr will suffer. In this regard, Marian is still a good companion. However, he didn't understand her at all. She would rather hurt herself than let her father suffer even the slightest harm.

She curled up her legs and let go of her vulnerability.

The dark night brings only endless sadness.

This is such a terrible night!