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Evila woke up from the trembling. She opened her eyes and stared blankly at the golden tassels hanging from the bed post. Everything in the room seemed so strange to her. She sighed, lifted the silk brocade and got up.

The house was filled with the coolness of the night. The coldness was like a tide. She thought to herself, and she couldn't help but wrap the silk pajamas like gauze draped over her body. But this was useless. The cold air blew in from the open window, raised the curtains, and let the salty wind whirl beside her - she used to miss the familiar smell in the air so much, but now she is only bored - the sea breeze swept away the only warmth on the surface of her body.

She shivered slightly in the wind, but she could still hold on. She had been frozen and hungry in the snow, and was almost at the verge of death. This was nothing, it was nothing. While she was thinking, she walked to the window and looked at the vast area outside the sword and shield area.

At this time, the dawn was rising and everything was silent. A ray of red cloud was burning and spreading in the sky like a flame, and it soon extended to half of the sky. After a moment, the orange-red light wheel jumped out of the sea, and the bright colors made people feel extremely peaceful.

Fortunately, she was not black. Such a thought flashed in Evila's mind, but in a blink of an eye it was covered by the mockery at the corner of her mouth. Winter is coming, and the whole world will be silent. What color is the difference between the morning light at that time? She thought to herself that it should be time for people to prepare for the fire. But who is the one who makes fire?

She thought of the alchemist.

His knowledge surprised her, and he seemed to know that the cold winter was approaching and darkness was rising. She bathed in the morning light, letting her blonde hair fly like the sun at noon. A faint smile appeared on her mouth, and then she made a decision: Maybe it would be good to try it first?

"Asha." She turned around and entered the room, calling out at the same time.

The lame maid heard the sound and walked out of the small compartment next to her in panic. But she limped, like a child toddler, making people unable to help but tighten their hearts and feel nervous.

"Slow down." Evila said, "Don't worry."

The lame girl no longer wore a rough coat that looked like a washerwoman, but instead changed into a smooth black skirt. Her long hair was tied up and tied behind her head, revealing the red and ugly scar on her face, which was particularly eye-catching. This seemed to make her unacceptable, and she walked to Evela's side with her head down all the way, and then carefully said in a very faint voice, "Miss, you will catch a cold like this."

"It's okay, I'm used to this cold." The lame girl's appearance made her frown. "Raise your head, no one here dares to laugh at you. You are my maid, and your status is higher than them."

"But in their hearts..."

"No one can control what others think." Evilla interrupted her, "You just need to raise your chest and keep smiling, and no one dares to mock you and go against you. Do you understand?" Without waiting for Asha to answer, she continued, "I will ask the teacher to teach you how to read and read, and I will also find a way to cure your face and your legs. But if you still do this, I can only send you back."

She seemed to be frightened by her threat, and she kept waved her hand, "I understand, I understand, Miss." She raised her eyes in panic, with tears in her eyes begging, "I must listen to you well, just beg you not to send me back."

The garden covered with black thorns was another world completely unfamiliar to her. Evela saw her from the first arrival of the Desperate Castle. No one could resist the call of the new world. She thought so. "What I need is not a timid little girl." She softened her voice, "You have to be confident to do better than others."

"Yes, yes." The lame girl nodded vigorously, "I will definitely try my best."

"As long as you do it to my satisfaction, I promise not to drive you back to the village. OK, now I'm going to change my clothes."

Asha sniffed and wiped her eyes and nose with her hands. Ivera couldn't help but sigh in her heart when she saw this. It seemed that I had to find another etiquette teacher. She opened the closet, and Ivera heard the exclamation of the country girl again. But she was not happy about it at all. "What are you going to wear today?" she asked.

Evila thought for a while, "Give me the short skirt in the closet."

"Is this one?" She took out a light purple tight short suit.

"The red and blue set. This set is not suitable for wearing today."

Asa followed her instructions and took out her short skirt and served her clumsily on her clothes. On several occasions, her hair was wrapped around her buttons or zippers, she pointed it out softly, but even so, she scared the other party to apologize. She finally waved her hand and asked her to retreat and put on the buckle on her boots. "Piece up my hair for me." She told this. However, the lame girl seemed to be able to braid her braids.

She sighed helplessly, "From tomorrow to find the maid to study hard." She said, breaking her hair back, finding a tie to tie it lightly, and then stopping the silver thorn brooch. "I'm going out later, you have to go with me too. So, you also choose a set of walking clothes. I think shirts and trousers are good."

"Yes...but I don't."

"Wear mine, the black one. I haven't worn it yet, I'll give it to you. I will ask the butler to find someone to tailor your other clothes for you." She stopped when she walked to the door, "Don't delay, I hope that when I go out, I'll see you waiting at the door."

The Bachelor's room was on the third floor, next to her study, but her father lived on the highest floor of the manor. There was no one else on that floor except the guards and servants who served him. Even her mother, who died young, only lived on the fourth floor and had never spent the whole night in her father's room. She walked up the stairs, thinking that if living high could show superiority? Stupidity. She hummed in disdain and knocked on the mahogany door of the study.

"Come in." Modima's emotionless voice rang.

She pushed the door and saw her father sitting in front of the window reading a document. After a year of not seeing him, Evila found that he was still the same as before, without any change: she was still wearing the old-fashioned and conservative coat, with short stubble. The same is true for the furnishings of the study, and everything is exactly the same as her memory.

Although it was still early, Modima had already reviewed the official documents for a while. Ivera waited patiently for him to finish reading this copy before she spoke, saying "Master Father".

"Evera." He raised his head. The Black Thorn family had light golden pupils that were very different from his children, just like the color of his few hairs. "So early...is something?"

"I'm going out later."

"Look for that alchemist?"

"I just returned from school and no one in the city knew me yet." A smile appeared on Evila's face. "Of course I can only go find him. He is much more interesting than most noble young people. Besides, I have an appointment with him."

Modima put down the official document and looked at her calmly, but she showed harshness that could not be refused. "The banquet will be held soon," he said. "You will meet many friends at the banquet, but there will be no alchemist."

"Introduce me to a dinner party for handsome men, sword-holding knights, elegant ladies, and daughters?" They would only make me feel disgusted. She was disgusted, but she always kept a smile on her face. "I will go happily and be happy to dance with all the insincere suitors."

"Their sincerity will satisfy you." He turned a blind eye to Evila's dissatisfaction, "You should know."

For your power and money, and for the threat of a sharp knife in secret, I certainly understand. She thought to herself, "Aren't you asked me to study in Desperate Fortress to help you solve your problems and share the heavy business?" Anyway, just do as he wants. "I'm back. It's because of this."

"I know, but there's no hurry."

No hurry? Apart from one door, fear spreads, rumors spread everywhere. Black light spreads, and dead people are filled with cold storage. Crisis spreads like flames and plagues. Could the gate of swords and shields be the place where the divine punishments came from heaven in the kingdom of gods? All darkness will be blocked and completely dispelled? She has never hated her father's ugly face so much. As the rumors in the market say, the council is just a group of scum who only takes money and does not do anything - including her father - maybe the city lord will make people look forward to it? She is unable to be sure that she has never met the other party. Moreover, the city lord's rights have been severely weakened by the council. She has no trump card except a knight.

"I have made some arrangements for your brother," she heard her father continue, "Luther will conduct a knight assessment soon, and if he is enthroned, he will enter the army; Joe Hull is doing well at the moment, he will take charge of our business; and dealing with nobles and ugly politics... they are all more than one step away, I hope for you."

So I have to smile, endure the touch of men, work hard for your promotion, and then marry another family before I get old and lose my sex? This is my full value? Anger is burning in her heart. But who made her born in a noble family? There is always a price to pay for it behind her food and clothing. At this time, she envied her clumsy little waitress.

"I know." Evila took a deep breath, "But before that, can I have a time of my own?"

"Of course. Leave is everyone's right." Modima agreed without hesitation, "How many days are there before the banquet, and you can enjoy your holiday. But..."

"But?"

"I have some questions in my mind." He looked at her, "Why are you and Joe Hull both interested in a little alchemist?"

She thought seriously and replied, "Because he is very similar to you."

Just like you used to be, she replenished in her heart.

However, this sentence caused her father to ponder for a long time. Did he see something? The long silence made her feel a little restless. She tried her best to calm down, but found that the more she warned herself to calm down, the more impatient she was in her heart. She could not stop her, and could only silently bear the note sent to her by the chief bachelor of Desperate Fort - a text message to every bachelor. She found that the cold that reached the bottom of her heart calmed her, and the darkness made her safer. "We still have time..." She slowly chewed the words of the chief bachelor, "...wait patiently." So she gradually calmed down, as if sitting in a statue.

"My daughter." Modima finally spoke before a pillar of incense burned out, "There is a saying in the East that is 'Know yourself and your enemy'."

Ivera didn't know what he meant, but immediately said, "Know yourself and your enemy, and you will win every battle."

"You know better than me." He pointed to the stack of papers on the table, "You can take a look first."

She picked up the paper, which was filled with dense small words, and different handwritings showed that it was written by different people. She only looked at a short paragraph and could not hide the surprise on her face, and her heart was also filled with uneasiness that made her fear.

"This...this is..."

"What you should know." Modima held his chin with his hands crossed, like a crocodile waiting for prey to come. "What you have to touch," he recounted, emphasizing. "The nobles looked bright and bright on the outside, dark and dirty on the inside. Everyone was like this, otherwise they would not survive. You have to learn to make use of everything."

Evela found that she could do nothing except nod her head stiffly. Her blood seemed to be frozen by a cold wave that suddenly flowed from the polar regions. After a while, she tried hard to make her brain start thinking and functioning. I thought everything too simply, and she thought helplessly that her secret might have been known to everyone.

In the end, she didn't even know how she left the study. She only remembered that her father vaguely said: "I want to see how much he can look like me... Even if it's for this, what is the point of giving a lord?"

She went downstairs in a daze, knocked down a porcelain bottle, and knocked over a maid. When she left the door, the dazzling light and hot temperature made her suddenly realize that it was afternoon.

"Miss." She heard a faint, almost weak voice calling her.

She raised her head and saw the lame girl standing next to the carriage beside the door under the scorching sun. Her face was pale, sweat beads rolled down one by one, and her legs kept trembling, like a crumbling old tree, as if she would fall down at any time.

"Damn it!" she yelled at the two guards by the door, "You are just watching her? Do you want to burn her to death?"

"Miss, we have already persuaded you, but your maid said she was waiting for you like this. She said you were going to go out soon."

I deserve to die! She scolded herself fiercely and walked forward quickly.

"It's not their fault." The lame girl said weakly. She was supporting her with only one will, and she was at the end of her strength at this time.

She only had a healthy leg! "Shut up!" She couldn't control her emotions, so she grabbed Asha's arm. But the girl fell to the side, and she used all her strength to hug her tightly. "Go and sit in the carriage."

"But Miss..."

"Get up!" she shouted, "Are you blind?"

The guards were helping in a hurry and carried Asha into the carriage with sweat. But she struggled to stand up, but her feet were already numb and she sat back again.

"Lying down." Evilla ordered sternly, "I'll send you back if I don't obey." So she didn't dare to move like a zombie, closing her eyes tightly, for fear of making her angry again. Evilla found herself wanting to laugh, but she couldn't laugh. She was the illegitimate daughter of Haier Hurt, the head of the Nova Chamber of Commerce. She thought to herself, no wonder she was not delicate and clumsy.

The carriage walked to the alchemist's house. Before Asha could get up, she jumped out of the car and knocked on the door alone. However, no one answered the door. She tried to push it, and found that the door was not locked, so she raised her foot and walked in.

It was extremely impolite to push the door without her owner's permission. She knew this, but she still walked inward. She heard a sound coming from the upstairs and subconsciously let her pace lighter. Why am I like a thief? She asked herself in confusion, but she couldn't find the answer, so she could only climb upstairs secretly according to her subconscious.

She heard the conversation in the room, and heard a muffled voice talking about the black magic, the elixir of the wise man. Her reason told her that she could not continue listening, otherwise... otherwise... she might not be able to walk out of the door.

The bachelor's lady trembled and left the room like a real thief. When she returned to the carriage, she fell on the velvet cushion like a pool of mud. She gasped in big breath almost as if she was about to jump out of her chest. After a while, she gradually calmed down, and then she realized that her whole body was soaked in cold sweat, as if she had just gotten up from the water.

"Miss, what's wrong with you?" Asa asked with concern.

"I... it's okay... don't worry." She waved her hand and leaned against the wall of the compartment in dismay.

"Then do we still want to visit Mr. Leo?" Asa seemed not to see her tiptoe into Leo's house. She continued, "Or should we go back now?"

"Back... no, wait... wait... wait for me better." She said with her eyes squinted. At this moment, her ears were filled with words and screaming and moaning, and her head was so tingling that she could not think. Is it my goodbye day? She thought bitterly. Then she sat up. Since she couldn't think of anything, just come to the door. "Asha," she shouted, "Go knock on the door and shout at the door, don't let anyone know that I've been in, do you know?"

"I...I understand, Miss." She nodded, limped over and knocked on the door.

Black magic, universal elixir, and sage stone.

Evela frowned. The universal elixir is the Stone of the Sage, of course she knew. But what is the relationship between the black magic and it? There is no record in the Desperate Castle. Maybe there is, but I didn't find it? There are tens of thousands of books there. What else I don't know and don't hear? She rubbed her head with trouble.

Secret. It's really a hurtful secret. She stared at the alchemist's home through the car window, but her thoughts were dispersed from afar. Everyone gave everything for you, just to know the final puzzle. But the puzzles may not be beautiful, most of them are just cruel and ruthless. Just like... just like the one she masters... maybe like the one she has?
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