The girl with white hair and red eyes is serious about revenge

Before Old Prince could finish his words, the leading muscular man hit him hard on the head with a stick, knocking him to the ground.

"Old man!" Ashlia yelled angrily and pulled out the pistol from her waist, but before that, a white shadow flashed past her -

"bass--"

Perlis instantly swung out the butterfly knife in her hand, directly cutting the baseball bat in the strong man's hand in half, and then stabbed the strong man's stomach with a ruthless knife -

"Gu..."

The sturdy man's eyes widened in horror. He seemed to want to fight back, but the factor energy blade that had penetrated into his stomach was burning his internal organs. The extreme pain made his limbs lose strength in an instant, and he fell to his knees.

Before he completely lost consciousness, the pair of blood-red eyes deeply reflected in his vision——

"呲-"

Polly pulled out the butterfly knife without mercy, raised her head suddenly and looked at the group of thugs behind the burly man: they seemed to have not realized what had happened, and they just stood there in a daze when they saw the burly man fall to the ground.

"bass--"

A sharp red light flashed, accompanied by some splashing factor energy sparks, and the gangsters were instantly chopped to the ground, covering their injured parts and wailing and twisting:

“Ahhh…ah…”

Amidst the crowd, Perlis casually turned the butterfly knife in her hand a few times, shook off the blood on it, and lightly put it into her sleeve.

All this happened in just a moment. Before Ashlia could react, the group of thugs blocking the door had been completely wiped out by Perlis.

So... so fast... Ashlia stared blankly at Perlis turning around calmly, as if what had just happened was just something she had long been accustomed to.

Is this the [Blade of Babel]? I simply cannot understand it...

No..! Wait, I shouldn't be in a daze now!

Ashilia quickly looked at the old Prince lying on the ground, ran to his side in a panic, and helped the old man up:

"Old man! Are you okay?" Ashlia shook the old man's body, looking anxious, "Hey! Can someone help me?"

However, the other people in the tavern just watched it all in silence, with no intention of helping.

"We should leave now. Our whereabouts have been exposed."

Perlis quickly walked in front of Ashilia and looked down at her, her blood-red eyes still shrouded in mist.

"No! Don't even think about it!" Ashilia stared at Perlis fiercely, her face showing a fierce look, "He just helped us, we can't let him..."

"Then don't let him down, just go."

"No! Shut up, you damned Federal."

Ashilia looked at Perlis viciously, her eyes full of disgust.

"This is the Kingdom of Grau Yad, not the Federation. We are not cold-blooded animals. Do you understand? We..."

"No... Your Highness, please go..."

An old hand slowly climbed up Ashilia's cheek. Ashilia looked down in a daze and saw old Prince looking at her tremblingly.

"Old man..."

"I... I'm fine. My colleague is right behind there and will come to help me soon..." Old Prince smiled stubbornly, "Go... Go..."

"This...how can I..." Ashlia clenched her fists.

"Just consider this as my request to you... I have fought for your father for decades, but I have not received any reward yet." Old Prince smiled helplessly, "It is enough for me to see that you are safe and sound. Go..."

Ashlia lowered her head in great sadness and struggled in pain. She obviously didn't want to abandon old Prince, but the facts told her that this was just another life she could not save.

So she stood up and looked at Perlis viciously.

"Let's go."

Perlis nodded silently, then pushed open the door of the pub. However, as soon as they walked out of the door of the bar, they heard a roar from old Prince behind them:

"Your Highness!! Be careful!!"

Ashlia turned her head sharply, and saw Old Prince stumbling towards her and pushing her away.

"Eh?"

Just as Ashlia was surprised, the next second, a bullet flashing with blue light instantly pierced through old Prince's body.

"Puff..." Old Prince fell to the ground in pain, spat out a mouthful of blood from his mouth, and died instantly.

And at the door of the bar behind him, a slender black figure was standing there since some point.

In his hand, a revolver with exposed gears was emitting steam.

......

5) Cage Beast Fighting (Part 4)

The moment old Prince fell, Perlis met the eyes of the slender black figure - on his dark face, a pair of white, lightless eyes were slightly narrowed.

[Blade of Babel] The seventh seat, [Great Prophet] Zachamos Arichi.

Did he come to my house so soon? How did he...

After meeting Perlis's gaze, the dark figure revealed a cruel smile:

"I see you... (I-Tran)"

Before Perlis could react, Zachamos lifted his cloak and floated into the alley next to the bar like a ghost. Perlis chased after him without hesitation, leaving Ashilia behind.

"Don't run!"

Perlis quickly chased Zachamos's back in the alley. There were many complicated alleys in the atrium, and there would be several forks in the road if one was not careful. The black figure flashed in front of Perlis like a ghost, and Perlis would lose him if she was not careful.

That guy... when did he appear behind Eshilia? Has he been hiding in the Doghead Bar from the beginning? If so, how did he know that Perlis and Eshilia were going to this inconspicuous little bar...

The ground of the alley was full of debris and puddles. Perlis climbed over the debris with great agility, and waves of water splashed under her feet, splashing onto her legs and skirt, making them dirty. But Perlis didn't care at all, and just kept a tight grip on Zacamos's running figure.

That guy... since he had already noticed it, why didn't he just attack? Why did he target Eshilia? Why did he run away?

With these questions in mind, Perlis ran quickly in the alley, turning countless corners with Zachamos. The chase between the two caused dogs from unknown houses to bark non-stop, like some strange background music.

Before long, the chase was nearing its end: when Perlis turned a corner again, she found it was a dead end.

In this case, there is no way he can escape.

Seeing that Zachamos was about to reach the end of the dead end, Perlis quickly spun the butterfly knife in her hand, ready to go straight up and give him a fatal blow.

However, to Perlis's surprise, Zacamos suddenly rose into the air, turned into a puff of black smoke, and flew directly to the roof.

This guy can actually fly? !

Perlis gritted her teeth, then flew up to the wall, ran a few steps quickly on the wall, and then jumped with the factor potential energy, and then jumped onto the roof.

However, when she climbed onto the red-tiled roof, Zachamos had long since disappeared.

How could this happen? He was just here...

Perlis quickly looked around, and what caught her eye were the undulating brick roofs one after another, and the warm yellow light filled the courtyard, as bright as an oil painting. In this conspicuous oil painting, the rising black smoke had long disappeared.

His blood-red eyes scanned the scene before him, trying to find a trace of discordant black on the roof, but there was no trace at all.

Did they just let him get away like this? I really can't accept this...

Looking along the roof ridge into the distance, Perlis saw the huge Colosseum for the first time: it was located in the upper city area to the north of the atrium, where a huge circular arena stood. Its exterior was made of huge yellow rocks and looked very ancient.

That was the [Shura Field] that Pace was going to attend, right? I don't know if everything was going well for him.

However, things are not going smoothly here...

After looking around again and making sure that Zachamos's trace had been completely lost, Perlis retracted the butterfly knife and sighed silently.

I really did backslide...I actually let that guy get away.

Perlis bent down slightly and rubbed her ankle. After just such an intense run, her ankle was already starting to ache. It was for this reason that she had to slow down during the subsequent chase to prevent secondary injury.

Perlis sighed again, looked up at the sky, and looked resigned to her fate. Then, she returned to the Doghead Bar and met up with Ashilia—but this time she didn't go through the alley, but directly walked on the roof.

Walking among the numerous roofs in the atrium, Perlis felt inexplicably free: since it is close to the Visa Desert, the winter in La Vadino is not too cold. Under the warm yellow light, Perlis couldn't help jumping around on the rugged roofs like a free bird. If she was in the mood, she could even try to fly over the eaves and walls for a while. It always felt so cool.

After dancing like this for a while, Perlis's mood improved a little. Even the inexplicable pain in her ankle could not stop her from doing this slightly childish behavior. She inexplicably remembered the scene when Carly taught her to play hopscotch when she was a child, which made her steps much lighter.

This rare sense of lightness in the midst of repression helped Perlis calm her inner anxiety and she began to rethink her next strategy: The [Great Prophet] had already discovered her whereabouts, and given that the enemy was in the dark and she was in the light, if she made any noise in the next action, she would be easily ambushed.

In this case, all subsequent actions must be carried out in absolute secrecy and we must not take it lightly anymore.

Perlis thought of the figure of old Prince rushing towards Ashilia, and a deep sadness suddenly surged in her heart. The old man didn't have to die. If her and Ashilia's whereabouts had not been exposed, the Great Prophet would not have been able to ambush there in advance.

So, who betrayed their whereabouts?

Pearlis walked slowly on the roof. She was not good at these complex logical reasonings. It would be great if Carly was here...

At this moment, a melodious piano sound suddenly came from the roof not far away, mixed with the slightly warm wind from La Vadino, blowing up the ends of Polys' hair.

Following the direction of the piano sound, Perlis looked carefully and found a figure sitting on the eaves.

Judging from his attire, he should be a bard:

"...The silver-eyed man standing on the top of the Tower of Babel looked into the distance, overlooking the pure white flowers in the sea of ​​flowers..."

The melody the poet hummed softly floated into the air, intertwined with the notes played by his slender fingertips, passing through and gathering between the eaves of the courtyard. The song slowly floated past Perlis's ears, and she was a little fascinated by it for a moment.

"...The lightless pupils looked at the world below the tower. The red shadow dissipated in the air and turned into a wisp of wind blowing towards the girl, wiping away the tears from the corners of her eyes..."

"...the pure white sea of ​​flowers blooms in winter, withers in spring, falls into the black tide, dies, and is reborn..."

Perlis stopped and listened in a daze to the rhythm of the poet's chanting. She was so familiar with the rhythm, as if countless pictures were flashing before her.

In a trance, she saw many scenes that she had never seen before.

She saw a man with silver eyes at the top of the Tower of Babel raising a weak hand toward Wilkin.

She saw the pointed tower at the other end of the sea reaching into the sky, but it was submerged by the black tide.

She saw it again in the pure white sea of ​​flowers. At the end of her sight, there was a tall, white-haired figure standing there, looking back and smiling at her.

When Perlis came to her senses again, she found herself sitting on the eaves next to the poet, who was sitting next to her, still playing the violin.

"...Already, this beginning has ended, and the branch has split into several, pointing to different destined points..."

Perlis stared at the poet who was singing with his eyes closed. After the notes played by his fingertips dissipated in the air, the poet slowly turned his head and opened his eyes:

"Little girl, long time no see. (■■■ words)"

A gentle smile appeared on the poet's handsome face, and Perlis could see his appearance clearly: his long jet-black hair was tied into a braid at the back of his head, and a few strands of hair hanging down from the top of his head were mixed with some pure white. He was dressed in a classical bard's outfit, with a hat inlaid with feathers and rubies on his head, and his conversation was indifferent and calm.

What impressed Perlis the most was the blood-red eyes on his handsome face. Compared with Perlis's eyes, the poet's eyes were deeper, as if there were stars spinning in them.

Seeing Perlis's dazed look, the poet gently raised the violin in his hand and tilted his head:

"Do you want to hear more? I can stay with you for a while longer."

"Who are you?"

Perlis blurted out subconsciously. She was inexplicably not wary of this poet, but she couldn't suppress the caution deep in her instinct.

"Me? Haha, you don't remember? No wonder, it's been so long..." The poet smiled calmly and shook his head, "But it's okay to get to know each other again."

After that, the poet slowly extended his hand to Perlis, as if inviting her to dance with him:

"My name is Ikan Geller. If it's too much trouble, you can just call me "Poet"."

......

5) Cage Beast Fighting (Part 5)

Lion's Den - Uptown - La Vatino

"Godfather, everything is done."

"Ah."

"..."

Behind the black wooden table, a man in elegant black suit lowered his head slightly, hiding half of his face in the shadow.

Opposite him, a man also dressed in black was standing, looking a little nervous.

"Look, is there anything else that needs to be dealt with? For example... those little mice that sneaked in."

"No need, we can just solve it all at once when the time comes."