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"Madam, aren't you curious about what I want to do today?" Vivian returned to her calm posture and looked at Veronica lying on the bed leisurely.

In order to restrain Veronica, Munro gave her special potions all year round to ensure that her limbs were weak while she was alive. She could only lie down and did not even have the strength to walk.

Facing a helpless person, Vivian felt that there was no threat.

Veronica raised her eyes: "He's here to kill me."

Vivian did not hide her malice, and Veronica could only lament that Monroe's disgusting thing had ruined another child.

Not receiving the expected response, Vivian felt embarrassed again.

Why is it so peaceful?

Shouldn't he be afraid, screaming, crying and begging her for mercy? Shouldn't I apologize to her in an attempt to gain her forgiveness?

Linnaeus, Evonia, Veronica... Why do all the people she targets always look so calm even if they are stepped into the dust by her?

If they don't burst into tears and break down emotionally, then what is she?

Did she do something wrong?

No, she couldn't be wrong.

Vivian convinced herself over and over again.

She gave up everything, betrayed her former friends, and paid such a heavy price, so she would definitely get what she wanted.

Vivian took a deep breath and opened her eyes again. She took a step forward, bent slightly, and her golden hair fell on Veronica's face: "Madam, why don't you guess, where is your real daughter?"

Veronica's eyes finally wavered.

But she knew very well that since Vivian said so, her daughter must be in bad luck.

With her heart sinking little by little, Veronica looked back at Vivian, refusing to show any other emotions.

But Vivian obviously wouldn't let her go. She got up and walked slowly around the room, her high heels tapping on the floor, and every word was full of malice: "To be honest, if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I would have really Didn’t you guess that your daughter will have silver hair and green eyes, and will she inherit her father’s appearance?”

Silver hair and green eyes... Veronica's eyes softened for a moment. Except for a quick glance at birth and the familiar rose not long ago, she had never seen her daughter's true appearance.

"Speaking of which, Madam, you haven't seen her eyes, have you?" Vivian stood not far from the bed, folding the folding fan in her hand and tapping her palms, "That's really beautiful, I bet. The most beautiful emeralds sent as tribute to the empire cannot compare.”

This kind of talk usually appears at aristocratic tea parties, where aristocratic girls compliment each other. After hearing this kind of talk too much, Veronica had a bad feeling in her heart.

Vivian stared at Veronica's face, unwilling to let go of any changes in her expression: "Madam, do you still remember the necklace your father gave you a few days ago? I wonder if your father told you that the necklace inlaid on it is I personally found the emerald for you."

"Boom -" Veronica felt as if her brain was exploding and buzzing. She tremblingly raised her weak arms and tried to take off the bandana around her neck that Monroe had forced to wear. necklace.

It's just that her hands didn't have much strength, so when she finally took off the necklace, her hand prolapsed weakly, and the necklace slipped to the ground and fell on the thick carpet.

Vivian raised her hand and launched an attack, hitting the necklace impartially. The emerald inlaid on the necklace shattered - it was no ordinary emerald. It had been hollowed out and stuffed with other things, leaving only a shell. .

Now the outer shell is shattered and the contents tumble out.

"Yeah, you can see it this way." Vivian looked at Veronica with satisfaction, who finally showed signs of collapse, shook out her folding fan to half cover her face, and let out a few sweet smiles, "This is what I personally saw from her eyes. It was dug out just to let you take a look at the daughter you miss so much before you die."

Snapped.

The folding fan closed again, and the only sound in the silent room was Veronica's rapid breathing.

"Now that I've seen it, it's time for you to go." Gray mist condensed in Vivian's palm. She was very aware of Monroe's weird possessiveness towards Veronica, but simply killing her wouldn't change anything. Only when Veronica is tainted with chaos will Monroe give up her for the sake of her future.

Linnaeus drives away and kills Veronica. Will she get her father's love?

The power of chaos condensed into an entity bit by bit in her palm, and she was able to punch out the energy. She suddenly felt that the connection with chaos in her body was interrupted.

Ok?

The power was suddenly taken away, and Vivian frowned in discomfort. She subconsciously wanted to question, but the voice that rang in her ears was one step ahead of her: "A genius fire mage appeared over there in the Western Continent. With his own power, Forced back the cold wave.”

Vivian's heart skipped a beat when she heard the word "genius".

There was still no emotion in the voice, and it seemed to be just stating the facts: "Now she has come to the Central Continent with the person from the West Branch of Cumberland who you drove back."

The next second, Vivian suddenly felt a chill creep up her back, and the chaos that had once been used by her escaped her control and wrapped around her neck bit by bit.

"Do you have anything to say, Vivian?" The voice lost its previous gentleness and was only cold, "Did you really kill Linnai back then?"

……

At the border inspection point, the soldier in charge of the inspection looked up and down at the person in front of him, hesitating for a long time and not daring to say anything.

"Is there any problem?" Selina put on a dark red robe with the family crest of the Cumberland West Branch on her chest. She glanced at the soldier in charge, who was obviously only fifteen or sixteen years old. The girl had already made the soldier feel a faint pressure.

The soldier bowed awkwardly and hesitated for a moment before speaking: "Miss Cumberland, according to imperial law, entry and exit from the Kavia Empire must be subject to review. If there are wanted fugitives..."

Selina sneered: "You mean, there are fugitives among us?"

"Except for my family's entourage, the ones here this time are me and the super-level mage who forced back the cold wave. Who do you want to say is the fugitive?" Selina crossed her arms and raised her eyebrows.

The soldier looked timidly at the silver-haired girl standing beside Selina without saying a word. Noticing the soldier's gaze, the girl raised her head, revealing her green eyes.

The soldier felt like he had a headache. He was supposed to be a bad guy at immigration clearance, but who knew he would encounter such a bad thing today.

Just as he was thinking about how to speak, the silver-haired girl opposite raised the wanted notice in her hand: "Is it because of this?"

The soldier was shocked. When did she take the wanted warrant he just got?

It was a wanted order issued by Vivian, the only daughter of the Duke of Cumberland, the first psychic mage in the millennium who was at the forefront of the empire, and wanted a "silver-haired, green-eyed escaped slave who stole treasures."

There are no nobles in the empire with silver hair and green eyes as their symbol, so the trait of silver hair and green eyes should be very rare, so Miss Vivian specially said hello to them, and all people with silver hair and green eyes will be held down. This is to misunderstand her. Responsible.

But why did this super-level mage who had just retreated from the cold wave in the Western Continent also have silver hair and green eyes?

The soldier hesitated, nodding or shaking his head, but the super mage opposite was surprisingly easy to talk to. She just smiled, and the next moment the wanted order in her hand turned into ashes.

"It doesn't matter." Her voice was pleasant, like the wind blowing through new shoots unearthed after the rain.

"You can directly tell Miss Vivian that a silver-haired, green-eyed magician has arrived from the Western Continent and meets her conditions." Linnai walked up to the soldier and handed something over. The soldier subconsciously took it and nodded. .

"She can come and confirm in person whether I am the escaped slave she is looking for."

Two figures, one black and one white, walked away, leaving the soldier standing there blankly. He lowered his head and saw in his hand a wanted notice that had been burned to only a corner.

That corner was in dilapidated condition, with dark embers flying around the edge.

Only one word remains.

"Thief".