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"Bachelor Mitchell." Early the next morning, Evilla left the waiter's follower and found the room where the bachelor lived. "I think we should talk." She pushed open the door and walked through the floor of paper and books, saying to the bachelor standing next to the bookshelf.

The other party's eyes raised from the yellow and rough pages of "The Relationship between the Necromancer and the Demon" written by Roderick De Buffon. It was an interesting but controversial book - most of the contents were completely imaginary, but there was always something worth referring to - Evilla had also studied it carefully.[]

"I'm here. Miss Evilla, is there anything wrong?"

Evilla gestured and stammered and organized the language. "I want to talk to you about it, it's about..."

Bachelor Mitchell raised his hand to stop her from saying what happened. His eyes were hidden behind thin lenses, and the scattered light obscured his emotions. "...If you are worried about the paladin and afraid of the ghost, then call the alchemist, and I can see that you can't make a decision." He pointed out without hesitation.

"That is the work of the Andal Church," she said dryly.

"You understand that nature is the best."

Evila took two steps forward eagerly. "I'm not talking about this."

"Oh?" Mitchell put down the book and turned to look at her. "What do you want to talk about, Miss?"

He looked casual. Evilla knew that he didn't want to talk at all. Maybe it was a big mistake to come to him? She couldn't help but think that if she had known, she would have been better off looking for the chief wizard, or just looking for a affairs officer. They shouldn't have rejected her. To be precise, no one here would have rejected her except the king and the bachelor.

"I know, Bachelor Mitchell." Evilla found it so difficult to bow her head first. She couldn't know what would be like when Leo made a similar choice, but it was certain that it must be worse than her. "We had a disagreement and dispute. I thought that was over."

"That's over," Mitchell said lightly.

"But I can't see it."

"No need to see it." Mitchell said, "because I will not apologize to you. Say, what's wrong with you? Please hurry up. The situation is critical now, I don't have so much time to spend with you to recall the past, lament nostalgia, and I don't know what pleasant memories we have worth remembering. So, just say something."

He used a tone of keeping people from thousands of miles away, which was enough to extinguish all Evilla's enthusiasm and trampling on her courage and self-esteem. This is not the first time he has treated her like this.

Once, while studying in Fort Desperate, Mitchell and her and three other classmates were the apprentices who were most promising to receive personal teaching from the Chief Bachelor. The battle between the five of them was very fierce, because there was only one place. She and Mitchell were the most promising candidates. Therefore, their relationship deteriorated sharply. Later, it was incompatible with water and fire. However, the final result surprised everyone. The Chief Bachelor chose the most taciturn one. She and Mitchell completely lost their qualifications.

He must have hated me, Evila couldn't help but think, just as I hated him too.

“Bachelor Mitchell.”

The other party's face showed that he was already very impatient. "Say. Our time is limited."

She held back her anger. This was the stupidest decision she had made. She should turn her head and leave. But what afterwards? At least the bastard in front of her would not deliberately deceive her. "What's wrong here?" She tried to make herself colder. "How could Shya Raz suddenly start a war?"

"You have to ask them." Mitchell replied hard, "because I don't know the answer."

"But they are half a continent away from here." Surprise made Evilla forget to control the muscles on her face. "There are several countries and dominant leaders in the middle. Shefaraz also captured them?"

Mitchell looked up at her. "You should go find an officer and ask him to take you to the sand table in the general's room, rather than ask me." He said coldly, "You will know more."

"You are a bachelor's degree, the king's consultant." She felt like she was going crazy and she was not leaving yet.

"Miss Evilla, you forgot a saying," Mitchell told her, "'Bachelors are not always right, either, as the prophets could not prophesied in everything.' I, like all men, including His Majesty the King, were confused and ignorant of it."

Evila looked at him silently.

She knew that the other party must know something, just as he knew that she would not give up easily.

The room fell into a terrible silence. She almost clearly heard the sound of officers outside the castle shouting at the queues. They were rectifying their military postures, practicing their queues, ready to go to the front line at any time. The clouds of war enveloped her head, as if a huge mountain was pressing her out of breath. The soldiers could fight for the country without any reason, but they could not. It was the stupidest way to ignite the war at will. She needed an answer, a guiding light that would allow her to see through the fog.

This time, Mitchell lowered his head first. "Well, if you want to know the answer... then my answer is 'I don't know'." He raised his hand to stop Evilla's questioning. "If you want to ask why, then I will tell you directly that no one knows what crazy that group of lunatics are going crazy."

Mitchell hit the lecture stage hard and made a "bang" sound. His face was filled with anger, which was not like a false statement. But Evila could never agree with his words. How could there be no war without warning?

"Believe it or not, this is my reply, the only reply." He seemed to be hurt because of Evilla's suspicion. Mitchell repeatedly emphasized and shouted at her. "You can find someone else and stop bothering me again. Please leave here, I still have work to do." He picked up the book again.

Evilla knew that this was a hint of seeing off guests.

She sighed helplessly. She should have guessed the result a long time ago, why did she run away to make things boring? She still didn't know what she wanted to know, but instead made her angry. It's really a hell, am I just an idiot? She thought angrily, and tried her best to suppress the urge to kick the table, chair, and bench on the ground with her feet.

"Also, Miss Evila," Mitchell suddenly called her behind her. "The court affairs are handled by the people of the court. There is no need for you to meddle in other people's business. Remember your identity."

Damn, she didn't need him to remind her.

"Don't worry, I'm not a fool." She responded hard. However, when she put her hand on the door handle, she suddenly thought of a serious problem that she had forgotten in the corner. She turned around suddenly, "Mitchell, where is Einblo?" She couldn't hide the anxiety and tension on her face. "What's there now?"

His silence was like a wail. As time goes by, silence made it more and more difficult for her to curb the sadness in her heart. "Answer me, Mitchell!" she couldn't help but shout, "Do you want to hide this from me?"

The other party sighed. "The situation is not what you think, Evila." He organized his tone, allowing her to catch the other party trying to hide it. "I can't explain it in detail to you, because my news comes from the peddler."

"There is always a real element in the rumors!"

“It shocks the world.”

She had enough. Her patience was completely exhausted. "Tell me, I know the judgment myself!"

"There is a place you should go." Mitchell still refused to answer positively.

“Where?”

"Your glasses are the most familiar." He pushed his glasses. "Your companion has an injured lady who should be treated. If I were you, I would take her to Desperate Fort. There is also a guest from afar. He will unleash your doubts."

Who? Evila couldn't think of it. "Who?"

However, Mitchell did not answer her again. He buried his head and wandered in his sea of ​​books, just as if Evila did not exist.

Leo opened the door.

A somewhat shy maid came over immediately when she heard the sound. "Sir?"

"No, I'm fine." He was a little flattered at the sudden preferential treatment. He smiled and waved his hand. "Where is Andal's sacred temple? Can you tell me?"

The maid told him and said that he should let some guards accompany him. "The streets are not very peaceful." She reminded sadly.

"I will dress worse." Li Ou thanked her kindness tactfully and went out alone.

The streets are in a mess.

The pedestrians either had a desperate anxiety about the future or a completely lost their mind. This place was almost completely destroyed - starting from the inside. The war had lasted for months, and it was unknown when it would end. However, the more war and famine there were, the more bustling the churches worshipping faith became.

A large number of refugees gathered in the square in front of the church, surrounding the roads.

Leo struggled to squeeze out a way from the crowd, and even on the cold winter morning, it was a sweaty man. He had known that he would not have come. He couldn't help but think in grievance. But he couldn't ignore it and ignore it. He had to know how the bishop dealt with the paladin. Because... there was no doubt that they must have been targeted by the terrifying knight.

But his persistence was immediately dispelled by his annoyance: he found that he had chosen the wrong time.

The priests set off to help refugees on the hem of the White Knight's guards, and a pot of batter was brought out. The decadent crowd suddenly came alive and burst out with an irresistible force. They surged forward, hitting Li Ou for a while. He tried his best to maintain balance - if he fell to the ground, he would know what would end with his toes - suddenly a scream came to his side. A girl covered in a veil and wrapped in a ragged gray cloth cloak was hit on the ground. Countless people were pushing and pressing towards her. Their feet were more fierce than the bull hooves of the wild buffalo. They were all crazy.

Li Ou pushed the crowd away and squeezed over. She protected the girl and pulled the other party up.

"Are you okay?" he asked with concern.

The other party nodded to him gratefully, and then her veil moved, as if she had said something. Li Ou leaned closer, "What did you say?" However, the response to him was a knife stabbed into his stomach.


Chapter completed!