I have a long-lived pawn shop.

Philip was sent out of Yalai overnight, even more embarrassed than when he came. Wei Xi didn't care much about his stay or departure. In addition to one or two guards, he also gave him a gun for self-defense. The gun was wrapped in mithril, with a bas-relief of roses on it, and a lion head pattern engraved on the handle.

It was definitely a self-defense weapon suitable for aristocratic status. It was so delicately and beautifully made, with the muzzle like a blooming flower. But its real purpose was to turn the human body into a honeycomb.

After dealing with the irrelevant people, Wei Xi brought the guards to the deepest room in the mansion, which was originally used as a charcoal storage room and had not been opened for a long time. Several old-fashioned candlesticks were embedded in the unpainted walls. The flames of the candles were unstable, and the light was mottled and flickering, making people feel dizzy.

The assassin whose throat was cut was given emergency treatment by the guards. A device designed by the Medical Department of Sebo University was inserted into his throat to ensure that he was alive until the end of the interrogation.

"Wake him up." Wei Xi said, and she naturally sat on the chair brought by the maid.

Buckets of ice water were poured over the temporarily unconscious assassin. There were a lot of irregular ice cubes mixed in the cold water. It was hard to tell whether the man woke up because of the sudden chill or succumbed to the pain of the ice hitting his flesh. He opened his eyes in confusion and fear, gradually seeing the situation clearly, and his swollen lips moved slightly, but he couldn't make a sound.

Wei Xi leaned sideways on the armrest, supporting his chin with his hand, silently watching the torture in the room, his disturbing pupils showing a quiet black.

The assassin's anxious eyes moved across Wei Xi's face. A young girl dressed like this was undoubtedly from the upper class and had received the best education. Her aristocratic family tradition permeated her brows, eyes, and every gap in her long skirt... She should have been the easiest target, so how could she take the lives of his companions in the blink of an eye like a witch?

Wei Xi stared at him without blinking. If looks could hurt, the assassin would feel as if he had been bled dry.

The assassin organization dared to take on this business, which was not without contempt for the noble ladies. After all, most of them had no ability to resist, and the most they could cause was a murder of passion. The police would focus on "who assigned the assassin to assassinate the deceased" and would not bother the assassin.

After all, assassinations are prevalent in major cities of all countries. If you cannot kill your political enemies or business competitors openly, then talking to an assassin agent can often help you solve the problem.

The desperadoes only care about money and don't care about the identity of the person who issues the task. Even if it's a dog, they will not hesitate to help it assassinate the orange cat three blocks away if you can pay it.

As a result, many culprits can still show up at the funeral of the deceased, wipe a few tears on the coffin and offer a bouquet of flowers, saying what a pity, we just made an appointment to have a drink together the day before yesterday, and today we are separated from each other forever. Perhaps you will also be obsessed with this, but don't worry, as your friend I will take care of your wife and children, and let them live a peaceful and happy life - and then gobble up the deceased's estate, whether it is political estate or corporate estate.

So it was normal that nothing could be found out. Wei Xi came here to encourage the frustrated royal guards and prevent them from getting too excited and overdoing it. But she felt bored after watching for a while and had no intention of hiding it. Soon the countess turned and walked towards the door. Her skirt was blown up by the wind, and her movements were as gentle as flowing clouds, but her face was pale and gloomy, like a piece of ice that would not melt.

She returned to her room, the firelight shining dimly on the carpet embroidered with albizzia flowers, flowing like water. There were too few people living in the overly large house, and the air was filled with the aroma of old wood, which was slightly chilly.

Serra had already had bathing equipment prepared. The bath in the Yalai mansion was built with large pieces of marble. The stone was fine and high, with a dome painted with "Summer in Trossi" and decorated with gilded lions. The water in the pool was milky and fresh rose petals floated on it.

Wei Xi took off her bloodstained silk dress and slowly immersed herself in the milky water. The temperature was perfect, and every pore opened up to release the fatigue accumulated during the day.

But it was not time to rest yet. Before meeting the Black Cross Legion, she had to meet the people of the Perpetual Motion Research Institute and touch the demon iron scales that had not yet been worn by humans. She wasted her precious rest time not to sing and dance with a group of children in the academy, but just to meet someone - the director of the institute who came from the Perpetual Motion Hall of the Sebo Academy.

Gabia Kun.

She was a woman who was as strict and dignified as a machine. She was a famous genius when she was young. It was not until she made rapid progress and defeated her teacher to become the director of the Perpetual Motion Research Institute that everyone suddenly realized that she was actually a humanoid steam soldier. She did not go there to learn from the beginning, but to challenge others. She swept through the four directions and swept her teacher to the position of deputy director...

But Emperor Odin admired Gabia very much and even granted her the title of Marquis. It was rumored that the latest model of military steam-powered soldiers was designed and manufactured by her - she was like a woman who played with ghosts and gods.

Others could hardly find Gabia on a daily basis, except for the summer garden party at Sebo University, where she would attend on time. It was her annual relaxation, but also a pure way to bring glory to her alma mater that nurtured her.

After closing her eyes and resting for a while, Wei Xi dried her body and prepared to rest. The head maid turned off all the gas lamps before leaving. Wei Xi lay on the soft bed, looking at the night sky outside through a gap in the curtains. The dark sky was still pouring down rain, and there was no moon that night. The room was so quiet that she could hear every breath she took. There was no mirror or book under her pillow, but there was a hunting knife and a gun by her ears.

She still walks the battlefield.

The next day, the weather was fine, and the garden party of Sebo University could finally be held as normal. After the gardeners had done their emergency tidying up in the morning, the red and white roses in the garden were full of vigor. Suddenly, a fresh breeze blew in my face. The cool air after the rain and the fragrance of the plants together seemed to refresh my spirits through my brain.

The white gravel ground in front of the flower bed was cleaned and covered with cotton and linen carpets to avoid dirtying the girls' colorful skirts that looked like blooming flowers.

In the middle of the space stood several long walnut tables, which smelled of crushed almonds. Dishes with pistachios, dates, and pomegranates were served on crystal plates. A turkey sat in the center of a small table, its skin drizzled with a sauce of cloves and wine.

Those who wanted to eat just had to signal the waiter, and someone would cut a piece for them, put it on a small fork, and bring it to the small round table for rest. The alumni who returned with honors just sat in the white tent, holding the champagne or aperitif wine served by the waiter, chatting and laughing leisurely.

In the past, boys and girls would have already started socializing lively. After all, the opportunity to participate in the garden party is rare, and most of those who come are elites - whether it is family background or ability, they always stand out in one aspect. But today, they gathered together whispering, looking at an inconspicuous corner of the garden together.

Sitting there was a young man who was out of tune with the delicate atmosphere. He was wearing a straight black military uniform with a white shirt showing through the collar. A purple ribbon tightened the collar of the shirt, and a silver military emblem of a sword and shield hung from the ribbon. He had a straight ironed trouser line, military boots, and short black hair. There was not a single unnecessary line on his body.

Because of the androgynous appearance of her (his) makeup, she (he) looks like a handsome boy or a cool girl, but she (he) is so outstandingly beautiful that even if she (she) sits in an inconspicuous corner, she (he) seems to bring sunlight with her (her) eyes. Her (her) radiance is so captivating that no one dares to approach her (her) to talk to her (her).

Wei Xi was just observing, looking for the mysterious female director. Some alumni in the tent recognized her and wanted to greet her in shock, but were stopped by the countess with a cold look.

She wasn't really there to socialize, and meaningless small talk would put her off.

Gabia was so elusive that no one knew her face. After searching through the information databases of intelligence brokers, only three and a half photos of her were found. Among them was a portrait of her when she was young, a half-masked face, and a back view from an unknown time.

The Gabia in the portrait was a plump beauty with fair skin and red lips. The face under the half mask was also gorgeous with slightly raised red lips. Wei Xi glanced at all the tents and had to admit that she didn't find one that met the requirements.

At this moment, Wei Xi heard a question from behind: "Can I sit here?"

She was startled because the person who came did not make any sound, and she did not notice anyone approaching. Wei Xi looked back and saw a baby-faced noblewoman holding a chessboard and smiling at her. Her long brown hair was tied up to reveal her slender neck, and her skin was a healthy honey color, but she did not have the fragrance of an aristocratic woman - Wei Xi did not have any fragrance on her body, and none of her clothes were scented because the fragrance would reveal her position, and there was no condition for scenting incense in the army.

"Of course, ma'am." She lowered her voice and nodded slightly, allowing the visitor to walk to her side, with a guess in her mind.

"Would you like to play a game? You should relax when you come to the garden party, Miss Countess." The noble lady held a silver wine glass in one hand and a white chess piece in the other, without looking at the chessboard between them. "You will not be welcomed if you look cold. You don't want to be without a partner at the dance tonight."

Wei Xi was silent for a moment, and suddenly smiled. She looked cold as ice when she was serious, but when she smiled she revealed the tenderness of a girl, just like a white rose opening its soft buds in the moonlight.

"Let's play a game." The lady did not give Wei Xi any chance to refuse. The "White Knight" in her hand walked straight and leaped sideways, crossing the river.

"You are right, ma'am." Wei Xi moved the "Black Chariot" and pushed it forward. "But I am not here to find a dance partner. In other words, the best dance partner is already with me."

“Thank God for giving me this encounter.”

As she said this, she tilted her head sincerely. The bright sunshine shone on her back, her black hair was blown by the wind, and the skin on the edges of her cheeks was made transparent by the sunshine, which made the noble lady so amused that she covered her mouth with her carved pear wood folding fan and chuckled.

"Even if you say so, I won't show mercy."

Before the White Knight was about to be eaten by the Black Chariot, the noble lady mobilized the White Guards to move forward two steps, blocking the Black Chariot's path.

"Speaking of God, Countess, you don't believe in God." The noble lady said, her tone was not sharp and could even be described as gentle. If she didn't listen to the specific content, she would avoid sensitive topics with a stranger she was communicating with for the first time, and there was no difference in casually chatting. "We both don't believe in God. Do you want God to bless the next war?"

"God has fallen. I don't expect him to bless me. I only believe in myself." The girl pressed her pure and almost transparent fingertips on the black guards and pushed them diagonally without hesitation, replacing the white chess piece with a passing pawn.

The lady took a sip of wine and moved the chess piece slowly.

"The one who craves power will become the Pope, and the heretic who does not believe in God will become the Saint..." The noble lady lowered her voice. With the cooperation of the White Queen, her "White Knight" quickly got rid of the threat of the Black Chariot, and in turn ate the Black Bishop and the Black Queen. "It is said that His Majesty has privately cultivated a sharp blade, but I don't know which one is better than Xiuler's famous sword."

There were only a few guards left around the black king on the chessboard, and the last black bishop seemed to be trying in vain to stop the joint attack of the white knight and the white queen.

The brown-haired woman's green irises took on a cold metallic hue under the skylight, like a knife slowly approaching without making any sound or movement.

The black and white pieces on the chessboard are crisscrossed, and it is almost time.

Seeing that the White Queen was about to approach the Black King, Wei Xi pushed an inconspicuous black guard in the corner with his fingertips.

The Black Guards advance straight forward, reach the White bottom line, and are transformed into the new Black Chariot, aiming directly at the White King who has lost all protection on the horizontal line.

An originally insignificant soldier turned the entire battle situation around at the critical moment.

A breeze blew by, and the slightly cool air was filled with a unique floral scent. The swans in the fountain spit out clear water. Waiters came and went with trays. The wine in the glasses was crystal clear, reflecting the light of the sky. No one cared about the small victory or defeat in this corner.

Finally the lady asked, "Why did you come here?"

Wei Xi slowly raised his eyes, calm and gentle, with such delicate eyebrows and eyes, without any arrogance, and he was not at all like the cold and hard soldier when they first met: "I want to see you."

"Gabia Kun."