Sylvide replied with a smile: "I solved some things and got into a little trouble, as you can see..."

"Something?" Fang looked suspicious.

Sylvide stretched out her white hand to him: "Come up first, those people will come in later." Fang hesitated for a moment, then grabbed her hand, and he felt nothing but softness at the beginning.

bone.

But her strength was actually quite strong. She pulled him up with one hand and Fang stood still. The two of them were almost touching each other. There was a faint fragrance lingering on his nose, which seemed to be the perfume coming from Sylvide.

taste.

The smell was like laurel, with a subtle fragrance, and Fang sniffed subconsciously. Sylvester bit her lip and smiled, looking at this puppy-like guy, and asked with a little disgust: "Does it smell good?"

Fang nodded honestly: "Miss Sylvide, the smell of your perfume is so unique."

Sylvide looked at him with a slight blush, smiled and said in his ear: "But I don't use perfume."

Fang opened his mouth wide, then realized that what he smelled was actually Sylwede's body fragrance. His face became redder and redder, until it burned to the tips of his ears.

"Well, I..."

"Shh." Sylvide's eyes were very bright and calm. She covered his mouth with her hand and whispered: "They are coming."

There was a burst of messy footsteps outside.

Fang used the corner of his eye to see outside the ruins, a group of Dragon Worshipers, attracted by the previous gunfire, approaching in this direction.

There are also many selectors from the Dragon Fire Guild mixed in among these people. They are red and black in color, clearly distinguishable from each other. In Fang's eyes, the fact that the two are colluding together is confirmed. The Dragon Fire Guild even follows

Behind the Dragon Worshipers, it proves that these people may not only be employed by the latter.

But now is not the time to think about this.

He hurriedly opened Sylvide's hand, took a breath and said anxiously: "I saw from the clockwork goblins earlier that they surrounded this place from all directions. These people have discovered you a long time ago. Are you hiding here?"

use."

"But I can't escape now." Sylvide blinked and asked slyly: "Is there any good idea, captain?"

Fang also frowned. He had always found a lot of solutions, but he couldn't find any clues in the current situation.

Finally, he thought for a while before saying: "How about we break out separately, and I will use the clockwork fairy to attract the attention of these people. You can take the opportunity to leave this place first."

Sylvester took a step back slightly. There was a smile of unknown meaning in her eyes as clear as the shallow sea, as if she wanted to see through his mind.

Fang also looked at her doubtfully, not understanding the meaning of the noble girl's look.

"Captain, is there anything you want to tell me?"

"ah?"

Sylvide smiled softly, shook her head, and gently moved her light blond hair: "Oh, it's nothing."

She looked outside with a smile, but actually she was quietly looking at Fang from the corner of her eye.

The latter was also looking at the Dragon Worshipers, frowning somewhat seriously. Fang actually had the kind of temperament that didn't know fear. No matter how slim the hope was and how critical the situation was, what he always considered in his heart was the chance of success.

It was an expression that was always sure of itself. Even if the brows were slightly frowned, they would never be twisted together. Sylvester found that she really liked seeing the other person's expression like this, as if she could never tire of it, it would make people addicted to it.

.

However, she prefers to see the other person's eyes widening in surprise.

So she smiled narrowly and shook her head.

"What, doesn't it work?"

"It's just that I still have some luggage. Taking them with me may hinder the captain. Those things are not small. How about the captain think of a solution?"

Fang was stunned for a moment, then he looked back following her gaze, and then he saw the calligraphy, paintings and antiques that the noble lady had brought out from the illusion, piled on the charred floor in another room.

He opened his mouth wide in surprise and looked at Sylvester in disbelief: "You have been carrying these with you before!?"

Sylvester looked at his expression with great admiration, couldn't help but chuckle and nodded.

"But but..." Fang Tou was about to explode. In his opinion, the other party was not so ignorant of the importance. How could he make such a low-level mistake? At this time, are you still thinking about these things?

Or are those things really that important? But according to the other party, it was just a transaction of tens of thousands of lisels.

"We can't take these things with us now." Fang shook his head and said without refusal: "Hide them here, maybe there will be a chance to get them back later."

"That's not possible. Dragon worshipers will recognize the value of these things," Sylvide blinked: "That's our ship, captain."

"I know," but Fang didn't mean to give in. He frowned and said in a serious tone, "But now is not the time to think about this, Miss Sylvide. No matter how important the ship is, it is not as important as the safety of other people."

Sylvester took a step back, covered her mouth with her hands, and looked at him with tears in her eyes.

"You, you promised me, Captain"

Fang opened his mouth wide and didn't know what to say for a moment. He was not afraid of anything. What was scary was the girl crying.

Especially for such a soft and beautiful woman, her pitiful eyes seemed to be able to speak, and her pear blossoms were like rain, which almost reminded him of the time he made his cousin cry in anger.

He couldn't help but panic for a moment, and said hurriedly: "I, I didn't mean that, Miss Sylvide, I meant that the ship has plenty of opportunities, there is no need to dwell on these things."

Poof

Seeing his clumsy look, Sylvester couldn't hold back and laughed out loud.

Fang was stunned for a moment, then raised his head, and saw that the noble girl looked like she was wearing flowers. She was clearly standing there, looking at him with a narrow smile in her eyes.

"Miss Sylvide...?"

"Don't worry, captain, I actually lured these people here."

"ha?"

Sylvide raised her finger and made a small gesture to him.

Only then did Fang notice that the maid who had always been with him had gone somewhere. He turned around and looked around, but found no sign of Siesta.

"before that"

Fang suddenly stopped talking. He looked at Sylvester's bright eyes looking at him, and he still didn't understand that he had been deceived by this young lady again.

He fell silent and looked outside.

Outside the ruins, the Dragon Worshipers were getting closer and closer. They were only a dozen meters away, and the sound of conversation could even be heard faintly. But Fang calmed down inside and was slightly angry.

He doesn't care much about this, but he doesn't want anyone to think of him as a fool, especially among members of the team. Sometimes frankness is more important than everyone's own thoughts.

He felt that he respected the other person's privacy enough, but the noble lady took this as a joke. Although there was nothing wrong with it, it made him feel a little uncomfortable.

He closed his mouth and stopped talking.

However, Sylvide faintly noticed something. She glanced at Fang with some concern and asked in a low voice: "Are you angry?"

"No."

"I'm sorry."

Fang was stunned for a moment, then turned back to look at her in surprise.

Sylvester blinked apologetically: "I went too far with my joke, because the captain's angry look is very interesting and makes people unable to help themselves."

Fang's face turned red, and he felt like his little thoughts had been caught: "No, I'm just"

"I understand." The noble girl whispered: "When the appropriate time comes, I will say something frankly to the captain, but give me some time, okay? I promise, I am sincere to this team."

Fang looked at her, sighed, and nodded slightly.

"This team is very important to me, Miss Sylvide," he said softly: "I may not have much experience, but I will try my best, but if someone wants to sabotage it, I will not let it go.

That person’s.”

Sylvester looked at him and shook her head slightly.

"What's wrong?" Fang was a little confused.

"It's nothing, it's just that the captain reminds me of someone."

"one person?"

"A person I hate very much, but also admire very much."

Sylvester looked quietly into the distance, her tone a little solemn.

The two of them were very close to each other.

Fang seemed to be able to feel the orchid breath she was exhaling.

But the noble girl didn't seem to intend to continue on this topic, so she stopped talking. Fang had no intention of pursuing the question, because the following dragon worshipers had already pushed the door open and entered.

Fang subconsciously raised the control glove in his hand, but Sylvide suddenly stretched out her hand, held his hand, and gently shook her head at him.

"wait"

She mouthed it.

"What are you waiting for?" Fang asked similarly.

"Watch."

Sylvide looked towards the street outside.
To be continued...