I'm a little bit cute after transforming.

In the afternoon, the carriage stopped in an open area, and Diana and her entourage got off to prepare for camping.

The steward was also resting nearby with his guards.

The butler was pondering whether to forcibly take Diana back when they passed through the Earl's territory.

Count Joseph Corey has said that he will bring her back by any means necessary!

The butler's face turned sinister as he watched the group preparing food.

'How dare you ignore me! You'll regret this!'

Diana brought out a lot of ingredients; well, now there's another foodie, Elua!

Cora and Emma didn't feel tired at all and enjoyed the cooking process.

Soon, the enticing aroma filled the air. The butler and his party, who were resting nearby, sniffed the air, looked down at the jerky and bread in their hands, and instantly lost their appetite.

At that moment, a person dressed in a black robe was speeding down the road. He was moving so fast that only a blurry shadow could be seen passing by.

The man in black robes spotted Diana and her group, who had stopped to camp, from afar, and quickly disappeared into the nearby jungle.

He found a small, flat patch of ground in the jungle, then carefully took out a leather scroll from his pocket and spread it out on the ground.

The scroll was dark brown, and the moment it was unfurled, a faint smell of blood wafted out. A complex magic circle was also inscribed on it.

The man in black robes pulled out another dagger. Without hesitation, he gripped the blade with his other hand and slashed it forcefully.

Blood instantly flowed from between his fingers, dripping onto the magic circle in the center of the scroll on the ground.

The scroll seemed to come alive, absorbing the blood within it. The magic circle on it gradually lit up with a red light until it was fully illuminated. Only then did he withdraw his hand, take a few steps back, and kneel on the ground with his head bowed.

In a remote manor, a handsome man in pajamas leaned lazily against a sofa.

He was holding a transparent wine glass in his hand, gently swirling the bright red liquid inside.

Suddenly, as if sensing something, he stopped what he was doing, looking helpless.

"I don't know why the Ancestor cares so much about a lowly human!"

He raised the cup in his hand and tossed it forward. The red liquid inside floated in the air and then slowly dispersed, forming a complex magic circle.

The moment the red magic circle took shape, the man slowly merged into it and eventually disappeared from the room!

In the jungle, his figure slowly materialized on the scroll.

After the man came out, he picked up the leather scroll from the ground and stroked it tenderly.

"You've been a great help again, my dear brother!"

The man gently tucked the scroll into his robes, then looked at the black-robed figure kneeling before him.

Where is the person I asked you to find?

The black-robed man kneeling on the ground trembled and quickly spoke.

"Lord Ferid, the target is right by the road ahead!"

Ferid's gentle voice rang out.

"Don't be nervous, you've completed the task, you deserve a reward!"

The man in the black robe hurriedly expressed his gratitude.

"Thank you, Lord Ferid!"

"Alright! Get up now!"

The man in black robes breathed a sigh of relief and stood up.

Before he could even stand up straight, his vision blurred, and he felt a sharp pain in his chest as he coughed up mouthfuls of blood.

He stared in disbelief at the piercing wound in his arm, then looked up at the handsome, smiling face.

"Felid...Sir...why!"

He died after saying those words, because all the blood in his body had drained away and flowed into Ferid's body.

"This is your reward! My dear brother, I am allowed to touch him!"

Federer gave a strange smile.

The man in black robes would never understand until his death that he was destined to die the moment he accepted this mission!

Ferid slowly walked out of the jungle and immediately saw Diana and her group, so he walked over to them.

A guard took a big bite out of an exaggeratedly hard piece of jerky, looking displeased. He casually glanced around and noticed that someone had somehow walked towards them.

"Who goes there? Stop right there! Get out of here!"

Seeing that the person remained unmoved, they continued to walk over unhurriedly.

The guard, who was looking for a place to vent his anger, rolled up his sleeves and went over.

Seeing this, the others couldn't help but laugh and tease.

"Haha~ The captain still has such a fiery temper!"

"That kid's in for a rough time~ I bet the captain's going to cripple his leg!"

"Judging by the captain's stance, he won't calm down until he's on his feet!"

The captain stepped forward and punched Federer in the face.

"Are you deaf, you little brat?!"

The captain felt his arm go lighter as he swung it out, and was shocked to find that his arm had flown away. A sharp pain suddenly came over him, and before he could scream, he could only make gurgling sounds.

His throat had been slit open, and he knelt limply on the ground, his other hand clutching his severed throat in an attempt to prolong his life.

Federer flicked the blood off his sharp fingernails, his face contorted with disgust.

"What filthy blood!"

None of the guards understood what was happening when they saw their captain kneel on the ground.

Someone noticed something was wrong, drew their weapon, and shouted:

"Captain! Captain, what's wrong?"

"Something's wrong, be on alert!"

Only then did everyone realize what was happening, and they all grabbed their weapons, with several already rushing forward.

A burly guard wielding an axe shouted and swung it at Ferid's head.

Federer extended two fingers and easily pinched it.

The guard struggled a few times, but found that the axe he was holding was not moving. In a panic, he tried to let go, but then he felt dizzy and fell to the ground. Looking at that familiar body, the light in his eyes quickly dimmed.

Another guard circled behind Ferid and thrust his sword into his lower back.

The guard's face lit up with elation. 'We've succeeded!'

However, his sword didn't feel like it had pierced a body; it felt more like he had struck a piece of steel.

"You ant-like creature, how dare you tear my clothes!"

Ferid swung his arm, slicing several guards in half at the waist, and shook the blood off his hands.

Who is Diana?

The guards' legs began to go weak at the sight of the brutal scene.

The butler was both shocked and furious. "What business is it of ours that you're looking for Diana! We're not on the same side!"

"My lord! The Diana you're looking for isn't with us; she's over there!"

As he spoke, he pointed to Diana and her group's camp.

Ferid looked in that direction.

A silver-haired girl stood quietly in the distance, watching them.

The moment his eyes met the girl's, Ferid's lips curled into a smile.

"interesting!"