The Blood Hourglass

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"Who is looking for me?" As a result, he heard someone ask behind him before he left the garden.

You don't need to look up to know who the other person is, so I continue to look at them in that direction. Of course I can't see them, but I know that I am looking at them from such a position and angle.

"Satrese, do you have the ability to predict? Why did you come when you said you were looking for?" Rite stepped forward and smiled at the other party.

"I'm here to see Master Misselia. I heard Esther say that you are back to your room, but you went to your room. You are not there, so I will come and have a look." He said, walking towards me. But "they" retreated suddenly, and finally stood by the wall of the garden, keeping a certain distance from us or him.

"I'm okay." As I said, I was about to stop, but that Sartres took away the sleeve arrows in my hand at lightning speed, turned and looked at Ritter, "How is that human being? Is it still alive? "

"Of course you are alive. You didn't say to let him die, Satreus. I dare not let him die. If you ask me to hand him over at that time, should I give you the body!" Ritter smiled , Speak casually.

"You...Oh! Don't say anything, what's the matter with you this time?" Sartres is neither good nor angry, nor is he not angry, facing the other's smiling face, you can't face it!

"I'm here to invite you for the owner of Grace. I hope you can go to the current dance party. Of course, it's just not long after the beginning. I have all the clothes prepared for you. They are now in your room, but... Even if you go like this, no one will find out. After all, this is a masquerade party." Ruite Taotao kept saying.

"But Miss Micilia's injury..." Satris seemed interested in going forward, but looked at me with some hesitation.

"I'm fine, you can go." I just wanted to ask them in the dark, what kind of strictness is, but with them, everything is not easy to implement.

"No, Master Steph has an order, I can't leave Master Misselia a step away." Satris flatly rejected my kindness.

"Then why didn't Master Misselia go together? This kind of human prom should be the first time for the adults to participate, so it is better to go and have fun, and also to teach that Tweed personally! Isn't this great?" Special proposal.

"This..." I didn't want to go, but I wouldn't go if I didn't go to Sartres, and it was inseparable from each other, and finally I nodded, "Then go and see! I haven't returned to heaven in a few days. Chance."

"Since Miss Micilia is willing to go, it's best." Said that, Sartres didn't turn around and left immediately, but turned his head and stretched out his hand to fasten the cloak. "Sir, you still have injuries on your body. Be careful. For good."

"Yeah." I faintly replied and turned to Reiter, "Let's go!"

"Okay! Master Missilia heard that you are the next lord god, and you will personally manage the human world at that time. It doesn't hurt to know more about it." As he said, he retreated to the side of the trail and told me Go ahead with Sartres, "Two adults, please!"

"Huh! Are you still there?" I whispered as I passed by, but the word "you" was stressed, and I just smiled coldly when I saw him flash by surprise. , Finally looked back at that corner and shook his head and walked out.

"Go straight ahead!" Saferot said.

"Of course." After saying that, Ritter and the three of us walked to the front hall, walked out of the main hall, then the main church, and finally the streets in the middle of the night. The night wind has some coolness, but it can't invade my body. There is no cloak on the body.

After all, they didn't follow up. It seemed that they wanted to know why they followed me. There was no hope. I moved forward with all my heart and followed them slowly into the street, the manor.

Now here, the light inside the house shines through the glass windows, shining like daylight on the entire villa.

The night was over when we stepped into the villa.

Before stepping into the hall of the villa, Sartres had already put away his power and became like a human being. As soon as I was about to do this, I was stopped by Sartres, "You better not seal the power. Otherwise, the chest injury is unhappy."

He said that he put on the hood of the cloak and pulled the brim low, not wanting anyone to notice that I am special.

"Yeah." I just replied softly, and walked in behind them. Someone posted a mask at the door. Both Rite and Sutters took one, and naturally I didn't need it.

As we walked in, the bright and graceful tunes were raised in the hall. In the middle of the hall, there were many human beings dancing incomprehensible dances. There were still some people sitting in front of the tables and chairs on the four sides, and there were beautiful and gorgeous women. , And the men surrounding her, and of course the other way around, that is the young master named Sile, and the young ladies around his chair, all showing off their body and thick fans. surface.

Ritter led us straight along, and Satris seemed to feel something, watching all around, and I followed his gaze over the humans one by one, and finally stopped on those few.

They are strong.

Looking back, looking at that Sile and the humans behind them.

They are stronger than them in the distance.

Satris had been staring at them for a long time, and finally saw that they had nothing to do, so he gave up the direct look, and looked back at Rite and them. At this time, Rite was sitting with Slo and the others, and pointed He waved to us at the two empty seats next to him.

Enemy or friend? I looked back at them again. They were also looking at me. After seeing the flash of surprise in their eyes, they turned to the beginning and looked into the dance floor, but they didn’t join the dance and they stood there. Aside, like those humans, look here and there.

Since I was the last to sit down, I had to sit down in the empty seat, which was next to Slo. And that Sile has been staring at me from the moment I stepped into the hall to here, he has been looking at me with a look of confusion, and has not left for a second.

"Master Missilia, you're here too! Our manor is really brilliant." Not long after I sat down, the owner of Grace greeted him with a smile and said hello, "I just don't know your injury..."

"Okay." I answered simply.

"That's great, otherwise Witt will be punished." She smiled happily.

"Oh? So if my injury is healed, he won't have to be punished?" I asked coldly without showing joy.

"This...this..." Grace didn't expect me to ask that. She didn't know how to answer for a while, so she turned to Sartres for help. I think she would look at Sartres, first because of some relationship with him. Maybe it's not deep, but it's not too shallow. Secondly, in front of me, maybe there is some power in what Sartres said. And Satris did not live up to her expectations, smiled slightly and turned to me, "His name is Tweed, how do you punish your lord?"

"Satress-sama!" When Grace didn't expect it, the other party would ask me.

I looked at him, then at the surprised owner, and finally at Slo, who was sitting next to him, "Are you his master?"

"Yes," he replied.

"Then you have any good methods of punishment." I looked at him. Since he wants to look at me, he can just look straight. "Of course, I don't want his life. It's useless to me. ."

"Twee!" He looked at me, he should be looking at me squarely, and finally lowered his head with a trace of disappointment, and called out.

The person not far behind stepped forward, "Yes!"

"After the prom is over, go get 20 copper whips by yourself!" Slo didn't hesitate at all. I don't know whether it was he who rewarded and punished him clearly, or that Tweed often did the wrong thing.

"Yes, Young Master!" The other party did not hesitate, as if all this had been expected by them.

"So?" I was just thinking about what 20 copper whip would beat him into?

"I don't think it's okay? Is it lighter?" Si Le was surprised. After all, 20 strokes of the copper whip is already a heavier penalty, and it is very rare to survive 20 strokes.

"No, I just can't imagine what it would be like." Although I said with my lips, my eyes never stopped. I walked on the dancer, passed through them and looked at those people, they I have been observing the situation here.

"Then your lord means to punish on the spot?" Sile looked at me solemnly, a little puzzled in his eyes.

"No, I mean after the prom, I want to see Xing Chang" I replied coldly.

"Of course." Slore was relieved. This Tweet's fortune was saved. After all, with his mistakes, it would not be too much even if Satreus directly cut it at that time, although it is 20 copper whips. , But as long as the fighters show some mercy, they will naturally not kill him.

"Okay, now the problem is finally solved." Reiter was very happy on the side.

The beautiful tunes were changed from one to another. Some people went back to the table to rest when they got tired, and some people walked into the dance floor. Of course, the most old men surrounded the women of those ages, saying this and that. , In short, there is something to say.

But sitting at the table, I have only cold eyes and speechlessness towards all this, or the people around me.

But... I've always been interested in the two invisible people who didn't show up in my heart. Given their strength, no! It should be said to be very strong, at least comparable to me and the satris next to him.

Then why should they follow me? If you followed just now, why don't you follow it now?

I think hard, but still can't get the result, after all, there is only that blur in my mind.

"Don't think about it anymore, it makes me unable to rest!" In her soul, she started to have opinions again.

"Whether it is my power, I don't need you to point fingers at me." I said unhappily.

"Hahaha~ have you figured it out?" She laughed wanton. But when she laughed so loudly, I got a headache.

"Okay, don't laugh, I don't want to." In desperation, I had to give up and continue to look at the men and women in the hall in a daze, simply in a daze, thinking about nothing.

I just hope the prom will end soon.

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