Did the tavern owner cook Chinese food today?

Distraught, he came to an open space, and Wilmer was about to draw his sword to practice, when he suddenly heard a secret conversation.

"Pavel, don't regard me as more important than the treasure house!"

Wilmer walked around the backyard and approached the corridor when he heard a complaint.

The girl's voice is clear, mixed with a slightly hoarse ending, with a unique texture.

I thought it was just an ordinary conversation, and Wilmer didn't want to care about it. He didn't have the habit of eavesdropping.But he knew the person in the girl's mouth.

"You are our treasure house." Pavel's voice was a little tired and helpless, "That's the master's order, you know, I have to stay by your side all the time."

The girl puffed up her cheeks, glared at the ignorant follower, turned around and left: "You were not like this before, Pavel. I thought you were different from those old bastards, you and Uncle Donovan wouldn't be able to keep an eye on each other I can't breathe..."

She walked down the stairs with deft steps and stopped at the corner.

"But you have suffered too much outside..." Pavel said awkwardly, like a shadow, he kept a certain distance, but never took a step away, "What's wrong, Miss Zoya?"

Pavel stepped down the last two steps, and there was a person standing in front of the corner——long light-blond hair tied high behind his head, with delicate facial features like elves.

"Good afternoon, my lords, I have no intention of passing by here." The young man bowed and saluted, respectfully.

Just now Wilmer didn't look much, just took a quick look and took note of the girl's appearance.

Long black curly hair, gilt eyes.The refined and pretty face did not leave much impression in his heart, he just felt as if he had seen it somewhere before.

Zoya seemed to remember breathing at this moment: "Get up." She said softly, "You are so beautiful, more beautiful than all the elves I have ever seen."

"Are you an employee here?" She shrank and dilated her golden vertical pupils, looked up and down the other party's attire, and said happily, "Take me to meet your boss. I heard that he has short black hair and a pair of green hair. Eyes, is that so?"

With a frown, Wilmer had no choice but to obey.According to the content of the conversation just now, the girl named Zoya in front of her is definitely not ordinary.

"Need to let him come here to meet you?"

"No, I'll go directly."

"Wait, let Boss Hawley go directly to Box No. [-]."

The voices of the two rang out at the same time, Zoya glared at Pavel's guard again, snorted softly, and grabbed the latter's hand.

"You go first." She ordered sullenly, leading Pavel upstairs.

Under the sleeve, a hand full of scars, pink and tender scars intertwined, twisted the other big palm covered with thick calluses.

"Miss is happy." Pavel didn't seem to feel any pain.

"...you are so annoying." Zoya's eyes were slightly red, she withdrew her hand, and stopped moving.

……

Holly lowered his voice to breathless, and asked in astonishment: "Did you hear me right? That lady's name is Zoya?"

He was so close, Wilmer felt the tips of his ears burning, staring at the floor: "Well, that's right."

The steps up the stairs stumbled, and Hawley almost knocked down the stairs.

Zoya Nehemiah - the widow of the dragon family who disappeared a few years ago, the niece raised by Donovan, the jewel in his palm.

I don't know how it got lost and why it took so long to find it. Hawley didn't care too much. He didn't care about Donovan's family affairs.

The ending of everything is changing, except for Master, now he finally has the real feeling to change the original trajectory.

In the previous life, during the first faction war, the giant dragon clan's move to join the battlefield was really abrupt, and the reason was even more confusing-swearing to destroy the light faction.

Not long before this move was made, news of the death of Zoya Nehemiah, the widow of the giant dragon family, spread across the continent.The Lost Island raises a statue for her. This beautiful and strange girl has left traces in the hearts of every passerby.

Someone discovered that the direction Zoya's statue was facing was exactly where the Kingdom of Svia and the Vatican of Light were located.However, when it comes to the cause of the death of the widow of the dragon, everyone has different opinions, and this possibility is submerged in countless speculations.

Holly is no exception.In his previous life, he was obsessed with sword practice, and only occasionally heard his subordinates talking about it.Unexpectedly, this information will be used in this life to keep them on the Lost Island.

Moreover, Zoya should be very safe when she returns to Donovan's side.

While thinking about it, the two came to the door of the box.

Before Holly knocked, the carved door opened suddenly, and a black-haired girl with a beautiful face and as delicate as a porcelain doll appeared in front of her.

Seeing him, the girl's golden eyes were full of surprise.

"It's really you... woo, woo woo..." The girl blinked her eyes, and then water mist rose up, her mouth deflated, and she was about to cry directly.

Pavel looked apologetic, he quickly stuffed Zoya into his arms, closed the door, and led the two into the room.

"Do you remember me..." Zoya smeared tears and snot onto Pavel's chain mail, "That night, I was tied up on a pirate ship, you saved me, and there was a moving skeleton .”

The memory finally came back, no wonder it looked so familiar, Holly suddenly realized.

After realizing this, Holly's heart shook violently, and he uttered a sentence forcefully: Damn it! ! !

If he had known that the girl was Zoya, he would have bound her to the Sienna by force.Is there still a need to stay up for a few nights later, worrying about hair loss at a young age? !

From the avenue to simplicity, from the avenue to simplicity.The shortcut was right by his side, and after going around for a while, Da Dao personally came over to ask him if he was surprised or not.

Holly was almost separated from his soul, and his whole body was petrified on the spot.

Zoya thought that the other party had forgotten her, so she cried even more fiercely, and Pavel scrambled to coax her.

Looking at the chaotic scene in front of him, Wilmer felt his head hurt for no reason.He tugged at the corner of Holly's clothes and finally woke him up.

"Of course I remember, my lord." Hawley said quickly, nostalgia in his eyes.

This pair of green eyes is more gentle than before, Zoya thought twitching, trying to see each other clearly through the tears.

She wiped her face vigorously with a handkerchief, took an osmanthus candy from Pavel, and put it in her palm.

"Thank you." She said solemnly, "Thank you very much, today I just want to come and thank you in person."

"What about the moving skeleton?"

"Here, my lord." Holly smiled and led Wilmer to the table. Zoya was dumbfounded, and then broke into a smile.

At this time, she stuffed the sweet-scented osmanthus candy into her mouth.

"Listen to my uncle...Lord Donovan, he knows you. Do you want anything? Just say it, title, money, land, as long as you want, we can give it."

"It's okay, my lord." Holly shook his head slightly.

He said: "Your thank you is enough, but I have something to ask for."

Originally, Holly refused, and Zoya, who was very disappointed, suddenly had bright eyes.

"You say, I will help you do it!"

"It's very simple, my lord. You just need to entrust a letter and the items in the letter to Lord Donovan."

Since there is a high probability that Zoya's ending can be changed, it is better to take advantage of this tailwind and completely change the situation.

In midsummer, the hot sun does not shine into the dungeon.

Dark and humid, like a place of severe cold all year round.Heart-piercing wailing, flesh and blood splattered on the stone wall, sobs echoing in the distance...

Bit by bit, the voices were chaotic, prying people's psychological defenses.

There was a sound of footsteps from far to near, and inside the stone wall, chains and shackles began to rub violently.

"... Hiss..." The hoarse syllable, whether it was a human or a ghost, echoed in the air.

"My lord." The soldiers guarding the cell saluted the people who came, and finally injected a ray of vitality into the place.

Silver-gray long hair, in the darkness, glowed with a cold light that was not sub-metallic.

The fire suddenly lit up and burned cracklingly.The suet wax exudes a stench, and the smell of mutton blends with the rotten smell from the depths of the cell, which can easily make people want to vomit.

The soldiers were used to smelling it, and they couldn't help frowning at this moment.

Donovan seemed to have no smell at all, his expression was calm, but not as indifferent as usual.

He moved a chair casually, and sat down in front of the shadow.

The sound of chains in the shadows had long since stopped, and now there was only the ticking of liquid dripping onto the ground.

One drop, two drops.The air was very stagnant, and it was as quiet as a mass grave, only the smell of dead bodies floating.

Donovan stared quietly into the shadows.

"Whoa-"

The chain rang, and a bloody face suddenly appeared in front of Donovan's eyes!

The bloody face was squeezed by the pile of rotten flesh, and there was a black hole half the size of a fist underneath, with white gas hissing inside.

"I say……"

It was as if the throat had been pierced with hundreds of holes, and the wind was leaking inside.Bloodface will only repeat the two broken syllables.

"Let... I... die... I said..."

Between the two slits, blood flowed out like tears.

The soldier wrinkled his nose slightly, and murmured in his heart: If he had known earlier, it would be over if he didn't say it. He had to drink the medicine given there, and he dared to tie up Miss Zoya. It was his own fault.

Only the chest and head of the blood-faced "human" are as solid as a rock, and the rest of the body, like bread soaked in water, has been worn to pieces by the chains.

"Say." Donovan said a word, still expressionless.

"Guang... Ming... Jiao... Ting..."

"Kun... Ting... Re..."

Before the words fell, the bloody face trembled all over.His face is falling off like mud, followed by fingers, legs...

The black mouth that spoke under the head split into two upward arcs.

Above the dungeon, a blue-feathered parrot stood on the roof, and then spread its wings away.

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