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

Leon Kelast shook the whiskey glass in his hand slightly, and a spherical ice cube swayed in the orange-yellow liquor, making a crisp "ding-dong" sound when it hit the wall of the glass. The sunlight from La Vatino shone on the upper city, but was divided into countless tiny rays of light by the blinds, which could not illuminate the room in the shadow at all.

"[Shura Field] is about to begin. Let's finish this fun first and we can deal with the rest later."

"Yes." Grace bowed his head deeply, "Then I will take my leave."

After saying that, Grace turned and left. He had just taken two steps when Leon's voice came from behind him:

"Oh, by the way, help me pass a message to the Great Prophet," Leon drank the wine in his hand, his fat double chin trembling in the shadows, "Brother Alais's matter... ask him to deal with it as soon as possible."

"Yes." The man lowered his head for the second time.

"Also, my wine is almost gone, bring me some more," Leon put the empty wine glass on the table, a little dissatisfied, "I've told you so many times, bring me the best. If it doesn't work, sign a prohibition order and gather all the wine in my wine cellar."

"Yes, Godfather."

"If I don't have wine to drink next time..." Leon's tone suddenly became a little dangerous, "[Woodpecker], maybe I will bring a bottle of wine to your house. Maybe, there will be red wine in that bottle. What do you think?"

"This won't happen again, Godfather." Grace's forehead was covered with cold sweat. "I swear."

"Well," Leon nodded with satisfaction, then waved his hand, "Go."

"Then, I will resign."

Grace nervously left the room and closed the door. He took a long breath at the door before he finally came to his senses.

Behind the black wooden table, Leon was staring at the empty wine glass in his hand with a weird smile.

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"Ikan..Gallar?"

Looking at Ikan's smiling face, Perlis felt that her defenses had almost completely disappeared. Whether it was the man's name or his face, she felt extremely familiar with him...

As if...she had known him for a long time...

No! How can this be possible? This is just stupid!

Pearlis quickly swung her sleeves, trying to pull out the butterfly knife, but to her surprise, her sleeves were empty.

"Is this what you're looking for?"

Icahn motioned for Perlis to look at his hand. Perlis looked and saw that her butterfly knife was lying obediently in Icahn's palm.

Yes..When...

"You! Give it back to me!"

Perlis angrily reached out to grab the butterfly knife, but Icahn pulled his hand back, preventing Perlis from getting it. Seeing Perlis's angry look, Icahn tilted his head in a friendly manner:

"I'll give you the knife, you won't hurt me with it, will you?"

"Give it to me now!" Perlis said coldly, with a fierce light flashing in her blood-red eyes, "Otherwise, I will snatch it away."

I was too careless. I was actually deceived and exposed myself to a stranger without any precautions. I was so negligent!

Perlis looked at Ikan fiercely. After the latter looked at her for a while, he scratched his head helplessly and smiled:

"Okay, but before I give you the butterfly knife, listen to me first."

Seeing that Icahn was still stalling for time, Perlis opened her mouth angrily to refute, but before she could open her mouth, Icahn interrupted her in advance:

"First of all...Zakamos Arachi was born on a small island in northern I-Tran. After being sold by the early colonists of I-Tran, he moved to a plantation on the coast of the I-Tran Sea. His main business was to grow sugarcane and pick cotton for the I-Tran people..."

There was a strange melody in Icahn's voice, which made Perlis feel inexplicably dazed as she listened to him. She couldn't do anything except listen to him talk.

"...His work number is 618. This number is very important to him. It represents his past that he cannot bear to look back on, so he has always been very concerned about this number."

"Secondly, the Great Prophet likes to eat a plant called Red Sugar Cane because he likes to indulge in illusions, and that is exactly what Red Sugar Cane can provide..."

"Finally, the Great Prophet's eyes were blinded during his slavery. The way he observes the world is different from yours, closer to the essence rather than the surface."

After saying this long string of incomprehensible words to Perlis, Ikan reached out his hand very docilely and handed the butterfly knife to Perlis:

"Okay, little girl, I'll give it back to you."

Seeing Icahn reaching out his hand, Perlis came to her senses and quickly snatched the butterfly knife from Icahn's hand, unfolded the blade, and pointed it at Icahn fiercely.

However, the moment her blade pointed, Icahn was gone.

"Eh?"

Perlis stood up from the eaves in surprise and looked around, searching for Ikan. Finally, she saw the poet again on a distant roof.

The sun in La Vadino was setting slowly. Under the setting sun, Ikan Geller looked at Perlis with a smile on his face, looking calm and relaxed.

Then, under Perlis's stunned gaze, he waved his hand in a friendly manner and said goodbye to Perlis.

The afterglow of the setting sun became stronger and stronger in Perlis's eyes. The golden light blurred Perlis's vision for a moment. When her vision became clear again, the bard had long disappeared from the endless rooftops in front of her.

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It didn't take long for Perlis to find Ashilia in an inn not far from the tavern. She looked extremely depressed because of the death of old Prince. But when she opened the door of the single room and saw that the visitor was Perlis, Ashilia's eyes flashed with surprise:

"You...you came back to see me?"

"if not."

Perlis said lightly, walked into Ashilia's room, and sat down on a bench in the corner of the room. Ashilia stood at the door in a daze, her eyes following Perlis:

"I thought you...wouldn't wait for me?"

"..." Perlis didn't say anything, but silently poured herself a glass of water and drank it all.

After a while, Ashlia's surprised expression gradually calmed down, and then she put on her usual mean look:

"Humph, Miss [Blade of Babel], you are probably out of money so you come to use my single room, right? And you are pretending to be a lone ranger. I'm afraid you will have to sleep on the streets if you lose me?"

"...You're noisy..."

"Just admit that you didn't think it through. I'll try to tolerate you," Ashlia waved her hand and put on a serious look. "Where's that guy?"

"Hmm?" Perlis raised her head slightly.

"That's the guy... who killed the old man."

When mentioning old Prince, Ashilia's expression seemed unable to remain calm. Perlis could see her slightly clenched fists and the twitching corners of her mouth.

Obviously, even if Ryan told her not to blame herself for these people's deaths, she still couldn't really hide her inner emotions, right?

Is it the princess's guilt towards the people? Or is it some kind of paranoid sense of responsibility?

Perlis looked at Ashilia for a while, then said:

"He ran away."

"Oh, that's a shame..."

Ashlia sat down beside the only bed in the room and sighed.

"I thought you could handle him."

"..."

Perlis didn't say anything. After drinking the water, she took off her coat and walked silently to a corner of the room near the door. She covered herself with the clothes, curled up slightly in the corner, and closed her eyes motionlessly.

"What are you doing?" Ashlia looked at Perlis's strange behavior, somewhat puzzled.

"Sleep." Perlis answered softly without opening her eyes.

"Hey... you don't have to be so pitiful..." Ashlia covered her head speechlessly, "Come and sleep on the bed. I'm not so stingy that I won't even give you half of the bed..."

"No." Perlis rejected Ashlia's invitation and continued to curl up in the corner.

Ashlia looked at Perlis for a while, and seeing that she seemed to have no intention of accepting her kindness, she snorted disdainfully, turned her head and lay down on the bed.

"If you don't sleep, then don't sleep... stupid federal people..."

It was late at night, and the two girls stayed in the same room in silence. The usually tense atmosphere also eased.

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[Main Characters of the Camp V1.0] Thebite Alliance

"The blood and steel forged by the icy land where the bones of the entrenchers of the continent's far north were buried."

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【Lord Level】

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★Name: Mikhail Irenfono

★Gender:Male

★Height: 193cm

Age: 42

★Alias: [Iron Lord]

★Ability assessment (only under ideal conditions):

[Mobility]: B+ → A

[Strength]: A+ → S-

【Battle Skills】:A-

Intelligence: A-

[Endurance]: A+ → S-

【Talent】:A

【Overall Assessment】:A (“incredibly powerful”) → S- (“almost godlike”)

(Note: The ratings are divided into S/A/B/C/D. [Talent] is a factor that determines the ratio of time and growth.)

(【Bonus source】: Prototype-X "Frontier")

Appearance:

His face was angular and as firm as a rock, as if it had been tempered by fire.

She has black hair and black eyes, representing her ancestral bloodline, and a messy bun tied at the back of her head.

He is tall and strong. It is said that he can tear the mouth of a giant bear on Wanren Mountain with his bare hands, and his physical strength alone is enough to shatter rocks.

In short, Mikhail Irenfono combines all the stereotypes about the Thebits, but combines these traits that seem extremely barbaric to outsiders together to become a god-like existence.

★Character Description:

The great Iron Lord who unified Thebit, was as tall as a mountain in the eyes of the Thebits.

Ever since witnessing the destructive power of the Tower of Babel from high on the mountain during the [Academy War], Mikhail Irenfono has been developing Thebite's armaments with divine inspiration, and his main regular army [Infinite Steel Legion] has reached a strength of hundreds of thousands.

Not only does he possess the Thebittian's strong physique and will of blood and steel, he also possesses the mind of a conspirator, and he seems to be at ease even in the game with Laplace.

Weapons:

The MountainBreaker: A demolition hammer for attacking enemies.

The iron-gray long-handled hammer is forged from cold steel and is up to 1.8 meters long. The handle is engraved with totems and patterns symbolizing the ancestors.

The huge square hammer head is inlaid with redstone, which can instantly burst out strong factor energy.

Because of the existence of redstone, the Prototype-X "Frontier" can be powered

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[Prototype-07 "Mountain" Giant Armor]

The iron-gray giant force armor, compared to other prototype armors, 07 does not have too many power enhancement modules, but adds all the advantages to the giant jet system behind it.

Therefore, the holder of 07 needs to possess great power and physical strength in order to control it perfectly.

This perfect holder, over there is Mikhail Irenfono himself

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Prototype-X “Frontier”

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