Magician's Live Stocking Daily [Infinite]

"You mean, everything we did before was in vain?" The Marquis could not accept this result.

"It's very possible." The beggar spread his hands and answered indifferently.

"This joke is not funny." The Marquis looked fierce.

"No, this is not a joke. This is the truth. You know, my mission is to kill the Saint and destroy the Light Stone. There is absolutely no need for me to lie about this."

The beggar didn't seem to notice the Marquis's expression. He turned his attention back to the silent Morgana. "But our efforts were not in vain. At least, the Saint died at the hands of Miss Siren, right?"

"No, Saint Arya is not dead either." The Marquis sneered, "I got the news that the high priest who has not appeared for a long time has personally cast a divine blessing spell on her. The Saint will probably wake up soon."

"How is it possible?" This time it was the beggar who was surprised:

"My dagger is a high-level item. The poison will flow into the blood through the wound. You will definitely not survive for more than a minute."

Morgana knew she needed to come up with a good excuse. "Well, the knights found me and rescued the Saint in time. I only had time to make a small cut."

The beggar punched the wall behind the siren, shaking off a wave of mud.

The siren's heart trembled as well. She narrowed her eyes and felt a little regretful.

As it stands, it doesn't seem like a good decision to be teammates with these two people.

"The Saint is really lucky." The beggar muttered to himself, "I killed her twice, but she is still alive."

Morgana did not respond to him, but secretly refuted in her heart: Maybe she had died a long time ago.

Last night, when the two of them were close together, the reflective silver dagger not only illuminated the Siren's long blue hair, but also allowed her to see the face behind the Saint's veil for the first time.

Her eyes are black.

"Well, actually you still have a third chance." The Marquis straightened his clothes and spoke again, "The Federation and the Church's fellowship party will be held in the capital soon, and I am very honored to have the opportunity to attend. As long as you are willing to pay a high enough reward..."

"Thank you for your information, but I would rather do it myself." The beggar made a "please" gesture, "I need to take a rest. Please move your noble feet, my two distinguished guests."

The Marquis and the Siren looked at each other and stepped out of the small house.

With a bang, the door closed behind them, making an unbearable creaking sound.

I hope he doesn't cause any trouble. A huge sense of crisis rose in the Marquis' heart.

But as the saying goes, the more you fear something, the more likely it is to come.

He saw the beggar again at a social party.

As night falls, the capital city is peaceful, but the palace in the center is bustling with activity. The palace is decorated with various gems and pearls and is sparkling.

The nobles and celebrities gathered here, and every move had been carefully rehearsed for several days. They wore gorgeous dresses, wandered on the dance floor, and tried their best to show their elegant posture.

In such a harmonious environment, the beggar, wearing a decent but slightly loose waiter's uniform, passed by him with a plate of snacks and made a friendly invitation: "Marquis, would you like a drink?"

"No, I don't want to be poisoned." The Marquis only took a glance at the red wine on the plate and understood his idea. His tone was not good. "You haven't contacted me for so long, so you are preparing these?"

"No." The beggar shook his head. "I was seriously ill a few days ago. Maybe it was because I was caught in the rain. I had a high fever and I haven't recovered yet."

The Marquis looked again and found that the other person's face was indeed pale: "You really are desperate enough."

The beggar smiled and did not deny it. "Let me take a look. Where is our honorable saint?"

A bright light lit up in the center of the dance floor, telling them the answer.

At the end of the song, the prince let go of Saint Arya's hand and ended the opening dance with a standard aristocratic bow.

Li Yang even felt a sense of sympathy for the prince.

The two forces are coming together, and the dance between the saint and the prince is a signal of sincerity and goodwill from both sides.

Although one of them is the church's mascot, the other has long been sidelined.

After politely declining the invitations from other nobles, Li Yang glanced around, trying to find a place to sit down.

There were no special seats at the ball, but the multiple layers of puffy skirt and the delicate but heavy hair accessories had almost made her breathless. If this continued, she would definitely trip over her high heels!

She fixed her eyes on the seat next to a gentleman who looked very decent, elegant and handsome.

Of course, she chose this place not only because the other person looked very pleasing to the eye.

Moreover, he can bring some familiar feelings to Li Yang?

The gentleman seemed to be talking to a waiter. When he saw Li Yang approaching, he stopped talking, looked at her with some joy and some surprise, and took the initiative to introduce himself:

"Saint Alia, it's an honor to meet you here. My name is Arnai."

"This is the Marquis of Aarnay." Gaia and Edwins hurried over, the former put a coat on her, and the latter introduced her.

"It's the Marquis." Li Yang sat down calmly and nodded.

"Saint, would you like a small piece of pudding?" The waiter took the opportunity to promote his snacks.

"No need." Li Yang took a deep breath. The corset was so tight that she couldn't eat even a little bit.

"Well, then perhaps you are interested in wine, which is a specialty of the western part of the Union," he continued.

The waiter was too enthusiastic. Li Yang couldn't refuse again, so she could only smile and pick up a glass of wine and bring it to her mouth.

Beggar Bailey watched her movements closely.

Saint Arya's mouth was almost touching the wall of the cup, but she stopped in fear because of a scream in the distance.

"Oh my god! What happened?!"

"Who is it? Who made such an impolite noise?"

"Mr. Viscount is vomiting blood!"

Li Yang and Gaia looked at each other, she stood up, lifted her skirt and walked towards the source of the sound.

Near the fountain, a young man was lying on his side, with black blood flowing out from the corner of his mouth and all over the ground. Next to him stood a helpless maid.

He hadn't completely died yet, but he kept twisting his body and making tiny whimpering sounds.

Several guards came and bravely turned him over.

The moment their eyes saw his face clearly, screams from all around soared into the sky, almost blowing the roof of the palace off.

Li Yang didn't mind these. She carefully observed the viscount's condition and found that his face was pale, his lips were dark purple, his nails were deeply dug into the ground, his face was distorted, and he seemed to be in great pain.

"It's him." Edwins shook his head: "This viscount doesn't seem to have a good reputation."

"Does Edwins know anything?" Li Yang asked.

"It is said that he has some special hobbies and will use various means to search for girls with beautiful hands." The upright knight also disdains such behavior.

Li Yang looked at the girl next to him again, and sure enough, her fingers were slender and white.

She sneered, he turned out to be a noble scum.

"But he can't die yet." Edwins said, and a soft golden light emanated from his palm and fell on the Viscount's body.

The magic of the healing spell seemed to make him feel a little better, but it didn't last long, only about ten seconds, and then he continued to twist wildly, spitting blood from his mouth even more violently.

The knight squatted down in confusion, looked at him, and planned to continue using magic.

"Stop, Edwins." The priest's voice came from behind, "He is beyond saving."

"What do you mean?" Someone in the crowd said angrily, "Could it be that the power of light is not enough to heal him, so he said this on purpose?"

"This is not an ordinary illness!" the priest said with certainty.

Li Yang listened carefully, trying to learn something new.

Then she heard the priest say loudly: "The Viscount has clearly offended the God of Light. God has punished him by turning his sins into black blood that flows out of his mouth!"

what?

Li Yang was shocked!