I loaded the dream game

It is impossible for her to remain calm when suddenly giving something like this to someone else.

Although I am really happy, but...

When Shana thought about facing the young boy when she returned, she felt extremely shy and couldn't remain calm.

She took a deep breath and looked at the silver ring on her right hand. After hesitating for a long time, she still did not put it away. However, her attention would be drawn to it from time to time while she was walking. Her cheeks were slightly flushed and no one knew what she was thinking about.

"You should calm down first."

Looking at the girl like this, Alastor sighed softly and gave some advice.

"Hmm... Hmm." Shana nodded absentmindedly, and then seemed to have thought of something: "Speaking of which, Wilhelmina's letter should have arrived today, right?"

· ········Request flowers··· ··

"According to the originally agreed date for contact, it is indeed around this time." Alastair replied.

Well, let's go get the letter first, then buy some pineapple buns, and then go back.

Shana thought so in her mind.

However, when she came to the alley of the specific contact point last time and took the envelope signed by Wilhelmina from the peeling red mailbox, she found that the contents were empty and only attached a broken chain buckle.

"...What is this?" Shana's eyes showed some confusion.

"It seems to contain a fragment of a broken free-style...it should be part of a certain free-style." Alastair gave his own analysis.

"Is it Wilhelmina who wants to convey to us that there is something wrong with this thing?"

But...why can't you just say it in the letter? Is it inconvenient?

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Shana's doubts deepened.

She stood there studying it for a long time but couldn't figure it out, and the sky outside the alley had darkened at some point.

"Take it back and show it to Xia Zhi."

Seeing that it was getting late, Alastair offered his suggestion.

Although he also saw that Xia Zhi was not proficient in the free style, but considering the various magical abilities displayed by the other party, who knows if he has any other way?

Hearing the boy's name, Shana's face turned slightly red. She shook her head vigorously, took a deep breath, put the envelope away, turned around and walked out of the alley.

Because it was already too late, she gave up the idea of ​​buying pineapple buns and walked straight towards home.

"Yang Nai...shouldn't she have told Xia Zhi?"

As they got closer to the apartment, Shana couldn't help but start to worry.

Knowing about this kind of thing was embarrassing enough. If Xia Zhi didn't know about it, she could still pretend that nothing happened in front of the boy and try to keep a normal mind. But if Yang No and Xia Zhi talked about it...

Thinking of this, Shana began to hesitate again.

"Alastair, I still..."

"Om-!"

At this moment, accompanied by a soft buzzing sound, as if a switch was touched, the envelope in the girl's arms suddenly lit up with a light blue light.

At the same time, under Shana's surprised gaze, the surrounding ground also lit up with the same light, and small free-style circles intertwined around her, surrounding her.

Shana instinctively realized the crisis and subconsciously wanted to summon "Zhidian Zana" to deal with it.

Unfortunately, the enemy had obviously anticipated her reaction, and it was too late to try to counterattack.

The next second, the dazzling light from the free-style swallowed up the girl's figure, along with the free-styles and the broken iron chain buckles scattered on the ground not far away, and disappeared at the same place...

Chapter 356: Hecate's Active Request

"Well……"

When Shana regained consciousness and slowly opened her eyes, she found herself in a completely unfamiliar place.

There was a space without walls, and at the other end of the rows of white stone pillars was endless nothingness.

The beautiful starry sky was reflected above, replacing the function of the ceiling. Under the starry sky was an altar made of white stone, and she was now standing on this altar.

Shana tried to struggle, but found that she had no strength at all, as if all her power was sealed.

"Is it a trap?"

She glanced at the thin chain with the number "140" hanging on her wrist, raised her head, and looked at the three people under the altar.

A man in a black suit, a woman as elegant as a noble lady, and... a petite girl who looked like a sacrifice.

"Hecate..."

She whispered the girl's name.

Hearing her voice, Hecate's eyes fluctuated slightly, but she didn't say anything, just looked at her quietly.

"We meet again, 'The Killer with Flaming Hair and Burning Eyes'." Bellpeol said with a smile, "It's not easy to invite you to our place."

"It seems that the broken chain should be the trap they set." Alastair's solemn voice came from the pendant on Shana's chest.

Perhaps because they didn't have enough time, or because they felt it was unnecessary, Bellpeol and the others did not take away the "Kukutes" that was used to reveal Alastair's will.

"I just made flexible use of the power of the fragments of the Noble Phantasm that were left behind." Bellpeol explained aloud, not seeming to care about the details being known.

"This is really bad..." Alastair's tone was more serious than ever before.

Shana felt equally heavy in her heart.

She could feel that her power as a fire mist warrior was completely restricted by the treasure on her right wrist, and the only thing left was her original human strength.

With just this little bit of strength left, it was obviously impossible for her to defeat the "Apostles", not to mention that... she was facing the three pillars who were at the top even among the "Apostles".

Obviously, this is a desperate situation that cannot get any worse, a dead end within a dead end.

However, Shana was not desperate. On the contrary, she was very calm.

"They didn't kill me," she whispered to Alastair.

Logically speaking, it would be very easy to kill me when I was not resisting at all. But they did not do that. Instead, they just restricted their power and did nothing else.

This is very abnormal. It only means that they must have some purpose, and this purpose can only be achieved by staying alive.

This is one of the reasons, and the other reason is...

Gently grasping her right hand wearing the ring, feeling the slightly cold and hard touch on her hand, Shana felt an inexplicable sense of security in her heart.

She believed that no matter what, that person would not abandon her.

So... whether it's despair or fear, there is absolutely no need for them to exist or to worry about them.

"I'm sorry to invite you here in this way. I hope you will cooperate with me... If possible, you don't want to suffer unnecessary hardships, right?" On the other side, Belle Peole smiled and said...

Although her words were polite, there was no trace of apology in her tone. Instead, there was a hint of a chilling smile.

She knew very well that the real threat was not the "Killer with Flaming Hair and Burning Eyes" but the "Heavenly Fire"... This was one of the reasons why they did not choose to kill the girl.

The God of Punishment needs a contractor as a sacrifice to activate "Heaven Breaks and Earth Shatters" in order to fully appear. If the girl is killed here, the God of Punishment will return to the Crimson World and start looking for the next contractor to make a contract with. This is equivalent to returning the nuclear weapons that are already in his hands. Bellpeolpe will certainly not do such a thing.

Besides this, there is another important reason...

"...Shana."

At this moment, the girl's sudden voice interrupted Bellepeol's thoughts, causing her to be slightly stunned:

"what?"

"Shana." The girl raised her head, looked at her and said firmly, "This is my name."3.2

At this time, are you still concerned about this kind of thing?

Bellpeol was a little puzzled, and the next moment, she saw the girl beside her who had been silent suddenly took a step and walked towards Shana on the altar.

"Hecate?" She called out the girl's name in surprise.

But Hecate ignored her and walked straight to Shana and stopped.

She looked at the stubborn face of the black-haired girl quietly. After a moment of silence, she turned around and looked at Bellpeol and Xiudenan and said:

"Just leave her to me..."

Chapter 357: As a prisoner, it’s okay for me to touch you a few times, right?

In a room of "Xingli Palace", a black-haired girl leaned against the window, looking at the starry sky outside in silence.

The long, soft hair that had just been washed was spread behind her like silk, swaying in the air with the cool breeze blowing in from the window. Each crystal clear strand of hair was shrouded in the faint moonlight, exuding a dreamy and elegant light and shadow, adding a bit of unreal hazy color to the girl's fair cheeks that were as delicate and perfect as a doll.

A chilly wind blew in the evening, making her exposed skin a little red and making her feel a little cool.

Logically speaking, given the girl's original physique, this little temperature alone would not be enough to make her feel cold.

however……

Shana lowered her head and looked at her hands.

Her wrists and arms exposed under the sleeveless dress were so slender that they seemed like they could be broken with just a slight force... With her power as a Fire Mist Warrior restricted, she now only had the power of a human girl, just like she looked at 18 years ago.

Fortunately, those people had no intention of hurting her, nor did they lock her up in a dark cell or tie her up with ropes and locks. They simply brought her to this room and restricted her freedom.

Strictly speaking, the environment here is quite good, with a bed attached to a luxurious tent, a set of tables and chairs that look expensive, a dressing table that is bigger than her, a bathroom and a toilet, and even the walls are decorated with tapestries and paintings that are incomprehensible but should be very valuable.

Rather than imprisonment, it would be more appropriate to call it house arrest. If Shana wanted to, she could escape from this room through the window.

But if she did that, with her current ordinary physique, she would definitely suffer at least a broken bone.

But even with such favorable conditions, Shana was still in a very bad mood.

It's not just because of the feeling of powerlessness after having my power restricted, nor is it just because of the feeling of being shut down after having my freedom restricted, but more importantly...

Shana gently touched the area on her chest, where there was only a physical void.

Alastor, who had always been with him, and "Kukutes", the manifestation of his will, were no longer here.

(Sure enough, they just didn’t have time to take it away before.)

Shana thought so in her heart.

Actually, think about it, if the conditions are sufficient, why would they lock up two people who are worthy of vigilance together to make it easier for them to plot their escape from prison?

Even though she could understand it, Shana still felt very unhappy.

Strictly speaking, she didn't lose, she just fell into the trap by accident. If she could be given another chance...

"..."

Thinking of this, Shana suddenly seemed to be deflated. She sighed slightly and loosened her hands that were tightly gripping the window sill.

What's the point of saying this now? Judging from the results, I did lose, this is an indisputable fact.

What is really worth worrying about now is what those people want to do by arresting me like this.

Shana returned to the bed, sat on the soft bed, looked at her own shadow projected on the ground under the light, and gradually fell into deep thought.

It's obvious that their target is not themselves...or not entirely themselves.

Fear of Alastair was not enough of a reason for them not to kill themselves... After all, it was very difficult to select a qualified contractor, and if they randomly selected a contractor, his strength would definitely not be comparable to their current self, and they could still imprison him in the same or even simpler way.

A standard version of "Flaming Killer" and a low-profile alternative, which one is easier to control and which one will cause less consequences if it gets out of control? The result is obvious at a glance.

Therefore, there must be a being that they fear, and I must be the tool they are trying to use to deal with that person... or the hostage.

So, who is that person?

In fact, there is no need to think too much, the answer is already very clear.

"…Summer Solstice."

Shana whispered the boy's name.

Apart from him, there is probably no one else in the world who can make the Three Pillars Ministers go to such great lengths, right?

Realizing this, the girl immediately showed a trace of anxiety on her face and hurriedly sat up from the bed.