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The lights outside were bright, and the sound of the Lute and the flute floated in with the wind. There were endless chatter and noise, and there were bursts of cheers, which seemed particularly lively. Rosie didn't know what was going on. She could only sit in the narrow iron prison with her legs in her arms, and through the narrow window she saw the night sky dyed with lights.

She thought she was dead.

The overwhelming waves were like the tongue of a monster, swept her into the deep sea. In the confusion, she heard a spell that shocked her. She really thought she would die. Nazel let her go for the first time, how could she let her escape from death again? The last thing she thought of was the alchemist. Before being swallowed by the sea, she thought of them separating yin and yang forever. Regret and annoyance were more than the fear of death at that moment. [bsp;    However, she woke up.

Although when she woke up, she found herself locked up here - a narrow and low-level, emitting bloody stench, and could only hunch the back and sit on her side. But her heart was still inevitably cheering. She was not dead. She was still alive. She could still see him and have the opportunity to make up for her regrets. The only thing that blocked her was a cage of steel and iron bones.

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

Her voice echoed and buzzed in the attic.

"Hilmeyer." She turned her head and looked around. She was the only one who was locked in the loft like a captured animal, and the surroundings were empty. The other party's voice penetrated the room. He could only hear the sound and could not see the person. "You can go out, it's too simple for you. Just a magic, just flames and frost."

Of course she knew. But... but her mouth was out of control and could not make a sound; her fingers were as stiff as iron and could not bend; her magic was 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."

Nezhel's voice came lightly, mixed with some sigh, as if he was regretting her. This further encouraged the anger in her heart. How could she go out if she was unable to cast spells? Isn't this ridicule, is it still praise? "Is it not to lock me in an iron cage, not to laugh at me, and why?"

The answer to her was a silence.

"I am your defeated man. Looking at me can promote your confidence and make you feel happy? Sorry, I think I will disappoint you. You probably can't see my begging and crying, and I'm not so easy to be knocked down." My tears were just for one person. "Ah, or do you want to kill me? Then please hurry up and don't delay."

After another unbearable silence, Nezhel's voice finally rang out. "I had no intention of doing this." He said, "I didn't expect that what I did before would cause such consequences."

"The cat cries rats for pretending to be merciful."

"You have lost your confidence, Hilmeyer, confidence in magic." Every word Naizel said revealed her scars, making Rosie tremble. "Recalling what you used to be: teasing and playing with the mentor, easily escape from the ruling officer who pursued you... You are like the hot sun. But now? Look at yourself, you can't even break an iron cage."

Her fingers opened and closed, but the spell was choked in her throat. He was not so kind, she told herself that he was waiting to see my joke. I must have been poured with a potion that imprisoned magic, and this damn iron prison must have been spelled. I can't get it open, don't bother, even with the strength of a dragon, I can't get it open.

He defeated me, stepped on me, and now came to repent. "So," she asked angrily, "have you taken their job? Is it here to judge me, the most talented Mr. Magic."

"I don't have such a plan," said Naizel.

"No? Who knows what you are thinking." Rosie sneered coldly, "Mr. Nazel, you have more or less masks than before, and you don't even dare to talk to me face to face."

"You will be disappointed."

"Did you become a skeleton? I won't be scared to death." She laughed, "Since I won't kill me or arrest me, let me go out. The joke ends here, Naizel, stop wasting our time." Her laughter suddenly stopped.

Naizel's voice suddenly felt a sense of indescribable sadness. "Do you really want to go back?" he asked softly, "See the alchemist."

"It has nothing to do with you!" Luo Xi said coldly.

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

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

However, her heart was far less peaceful than it showed. She was anxious and worried. She wanted to go out and leave this damn ghost place as soon as she was wrong. She wanted to tell the alchemist that he was wrong. She didn't leave. She wouldn't leave. However, she stared at the iron bin that surrounded her. As soon as her finger touched the iron chisel, she quickly took it back like an electric shock. I...I...She looked at her hand, and suddenly there was an irresistible hatred and disgust in her heart. She wanted to cut off her weak hand like this! She couldn't stand her suddenly becoming so weak. But, but she...she really couldn't do anything as Nazel said.

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

Nezhel's voice sounded out of place. "I did this to protect you, Hilmeyer."

She laughed loudly in the dark loft until her stomach hurts, and until tears overflowed from her eyes, she gradually stopped laughing. "Nezel, I don't need your protection." She told him coldly, "I don't need anyone's protection. Get out!"

At this time, Rosie looked at the fireworks blooming outside the window and wondered how real the protection Nazel said was. There was a sea of ​​joy outside. Could anyone make huge waves in it? I don’t need protection. She just wants to go out.

"Nezel!" she shouted at the other party, "Let me out."

All that responded to her was boundless silence.

"Silmeyer," she remembered the last words that Nezhel said to herself before leaving. "I can only protect you. Either stay here for protection, or open the iron cage by yourself..." He paused for too long in the middle, so long that Rosie thought he had left completely. His voice came softly, "...if... you don't want him to die."

Liushui Palace is holding a dinner, and all the powerful are attending.

Today's protagonist is the daughter of the Golden Ship Earl, who was once the night witch, Nianta. Rumors ran faster than the wind. Everyone knew that the monster sitting on Prince Oberon's left hand was the monster that made them sleepless at night - although she now looks like a shy girl, an ordinary girl. There are endless powers and nobles coming to see her, and they maintain the due respect for Nianta and keep the greatest distance. Everyone glanced at her either with vigilance and alertness, or with contempt and hostility.

"Prince, are you too anxious?" asked the bachelor's lady.

She sat between the alchemist and the female swordsman, separating them from Leo's sight. She was angry. He irritated her that night. He tried to repair it without any progress, because he had already decided not to reveal a trace of it. Forget it, he thought helplessly that she was always leaving. It was better to carry hatred than to bring something else.

"The bay must be inherited." He heard the prince's reply, "The coveted man is like a carp crossing the river. I have to return it to Nianta as soon as possible. She is the legitimate heir."

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

The alchemist sat upright and drank sweet wine. No one talked to him, nor would there be a lady asking him to dance. Although he sat on the prince's right hand, he was like Eugene, the red dove stayed in the corner, silent, like a frozen statue. The dove was self-inflicted, but why didn't he himself?

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

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

A Valian nobleman standing next to the dove immediately bowed down. "I was just accidentally." His tone was light and indifferent. "I accidentally offended our 'guests'."

"It's not just an offense!" The red dove Eugene's face was flushed, and his anger overshadowed his reason. "He insulted, trampled and blasphemed the glory of the nobles. I came to the dinner party, His Highness."

"Jola, what did you say?"

"I'll tell the truth." He just said that the traitor was actually qualified to attend the royal banquet? As far as the fact is concerned, he was really right. "He is too far ahead and should be replaced with others."

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

"That's not a place for me to sit." Red Dove Eugene announced loudly.

The nobleman named Jora sneered, "Where do you want to sit on? Next to the throne, a traitor?"

The prince stopped them, "set a seat for our friends from afar!" he whispered, "Get a long boat for Sir Leicester to sit." The powerful laughed in unison. "Sir Jorah, so do you. A carriage will take you home."

The other party laughed and bowed, "As you wish, sir."

"You can't treat me like this." Eugene, the Red Dove, shouted, "I am the envoy, not the alchemist!"

The prince glanced at Nianta beside him, his voice was frost. "For the traitor, I treat you very well, sir." Leo believed it deeply because another water prison had been imprisoned long ago.

"I have not betrayed anyone." The red dove Eugene yelled, "I only have something that belongs to me." He said, "You are the ones who betrayed! You have bought things but have not paid. You must keep the promise, and the gods in heaven are watching you."

"You chose the wrong buyer who does not believe in God." The prince stood up from high. "Come, send the jazz back and calm down." The guards immediately took the order. They walked up to raise the arm of the red dove Eugene, and blocked his mouth with a rag. He kept struggling and kicking, and whimpering.

However, the subsequent sound was extremely terrifying, as if the explosion of heaven and earth had loosened the guards' hands, and the red dove Eugene was rudely thrown to the ground. But he forgot to curse and forgot to take off the cloth scarf from his mouth. Like everyone in the hall, he turned his eyes out of the hall in horror.

Not far away, stones and flames were spewed out like a volcano explosion. A full moon in the deep blue sky was the first to be blasted. It was wrapped in a strange green flame and emitted a bleak and evil light. Nianta's scream was accompanied by another howl that was not like any creature in the world that resounded through the night sky.
Chapter completed!