[Tutor] A boy jumped over the wall

The sky is gradually dawning, the blue coolness dissipates, a round of sun rises slowly, the clouds and mist seem to be burning with it, and the eastern sky is a misty light red.

"Ha ha!"

Chris concentrated his attention, trying to make his sword swing more powerful and standard.In the past few days, he has obviously improved a lot, and of course it has nothing to do with his diligence.

In order to catch up with Squalo for the same period of time, he was ready to follow the training before the night disappeared.Not only simple sword practice, but also the overloaded physical training is enough for him to bear, but Chris has resisted it.

Squalo had to be delayed for a few days because of the task, and he didn't think about being lazy, and he still insisted on gritting his teeth and continuing.

He knew that if he slackened because of fatigue or progress, Squalo would never guide him as seriously as he is now.After all, for a sword idiot, a slack attitude is an insult.

The opportunity is too rare, but he will not give up.

Thinking of this, Chris, who was a little tired, cheered up, and his thin figure was sweating profusely in the training ground.

There are a few figures flickering faintly in the distance.

"He's still talented."

"Hmph, there are many geniuses, but they may not survive until the day he becomes stronger!"

"Want to bet on how long he can live. I'll be the manor."

……

So, without Chris knowing it, a few boring people have placed sky-high bets.

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Autumn in Sicily has always been long, and sometimes it is rainy for the whole week, but the temperature is not very low.

The same is true today.

It didn't take long for the sun to clear up, and the sky was covered with gloomy clouds.With a few rumbling thunders, the downpour hit the ground with a crackling, and after a while, large and small pools were piled up, and the raindrops fell into it and splashed a few splashes.

Chris was caught off guard and was drenched in the rain. He hurriedly put away his sword and rushed back in embarrassment.

"Squeak-"

The door is usually open, but this time it was tightly closed. Chris guessed that it might be the reason for the rain, and slowly withdrew his hand.The door closed slowly, and the hall was plunged into darkness.

A dead silence.

He suddenly realized that today was indeed different from the past. All the servants had disappeared, and the huge place was not even turned on, and the emptiness was scary.

what happened?Did they all go to the party?Seems like something... is wrong?

"Boom!"

The rain outside became more and more violent, crackling on the doors and windows.After a flash of lightning, the entire hall was instantly illuminated like daylight, and Chris stayed where he was.

someone!

There is a seat on the left side of the long table, and no one has sat on it, but at this time a man with black hair appeared.

He leaned lazily on the chair, propped his chin with one hand, and closed his eyes as if he was taking a nap.From this angle, you can see his cold and hard lines, like a knife and an axe. If you ignore the hideous scars on his face, his facial features can be regarded as extremely handsome.It's just that the whole person exudes an uncomfortable gloomy atmosphere.

He didn't seem to notice the intruder at the door, and sat there quietly, motionless.The torrential rain outside the house was still falling, and thunder and lightning roared from time to time, but all of this seemed to be isolated in another world, and all the noise had nothing to do with him.

As if he was the only one in the world.Aloof and indifferent.

This person - who is it?

Chris was shrouded in a terrifying coercion, his scalp was numb and he stood still, not daring to move.He held the hilt of the sword in one hand and stared intently at the man he had never met before. The drenched clothes were clinging to the skin, dripping water continuously, and soon formed a pool of water on the soles of his feet.

At this time, he was sober as never before, knowing that if he dared to take a step forward easily, the man might attack the next moment.

At that time, he is absolutely, dead.

"Boss is back~" A strange greeting broke the deadlock, and Lusilia walked down the stairs with her orchid finger in one hand. "I haven't seen you for a long time!"

"Boss?!"

This man is the ruler of Balian?

Chris froze for a moment, then cast his eyes on the man in disbelief.He still maintained the posture just now, with his eyes closed and unmoved in the slightest, but he could vaguely notice that his expression had become more gloomy.

"Trash, it's so noisy."

"Little ghost, did you hear that, go up quickly."

"What? Me?"

Chris blinked inexplicably, but in the next second he realized that the coercion that held him back seemed no longer aimed at him. He immediately had an epiphany, nodded gratefully to Luceria, and ran back quickly.

Until he entered the room, the hall returned to a deathly silence.

quite a while.

"Luce."

The long and narrow eyes that had been closed all the time slowly opened, revealing a chilling scarlet color, making one's hair stand on end.He stared at Lusilia coldly, showing no emotion, his hoarse voice made the temperature drop to zero for a moment.

"Before I get angry, you better explain."

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Sensing that the atmosphere was not right, it happened that it was raining non-stop, so Chris simply stayed in the room and did not come out.

Balian's monsters are rampant, even their bosses are no exception.In Chris's view, only Squalo is normal.

Proud, beautiful, powerful.

It's strange to call a man beautiful, but Squalo definitely lives up to the term.Whenever he saw his long silver hair passing by and revealing a graceful outline, Chris couldn't help being a little dazed.

Since the moment he was rescued, he regarded Squalo as a god-like existence, as if he had always stood indifferently in the clouds, unattainable.However, he couldn't help but want to get closer, closer.

looking forward to seeing him...

Wait, what are you thinking about?

Chris woke up suddenly and patted his head angrily.The husky lying beside the bed raised his head and looked at him inexplicably when he heard the noise, then lowered his head and continued to chew on the toy, having a great time.

The sound of the pattering rain outside gradually died down. He felt that the room was a little stuffy, so he got up and opened the window, and the moist air rushed in, which shocked his spirits.

An unexpected visitor came to the garden.

The red roses after the rain are stained with rain and dew, making them look more and more beautiful.The boy looked about the same age as Chris, and his figure looked thinner.From this angle, you can see his light blonde hair with a shiny little crown pinned to it.

He bowed slightly, exposing his slender neck, and sniffed lightly on a well-opened rose.

The delicate red of the rose, the slender fingers of the young man, and the dazzling gold, everything is like a beautiful oil painting, unexpectedly harmonious.

Chris thought it was his eyesight.He thought of his favorite book "The Little Prince". If everything in the book is true, then the little prince is probably like this.

"Hee hee hee……"

In the next second, Chris sensed the danger.He squatted down instinctively, only to hear a "boom", and there was a sharp silver knife on the wall.

knife? !Could it be...

After a while, there was no sound, and Chris carefully held the window sill to reveal his head. The boy in the flower garden had disappeared, not even a trace was left, just like a dream.

He pulled out the hidden weapon. The surface of the blade was engraved with delicate and complicated patterns, and the material should be sterling silver.

Powerful and spending money like water, he must be a member of the Balian assassination force again.Chris tightened his knife, but was inspired to fight.

Since that boy can do it, there's no reason why I can't.He inherited Bernarrotti's lineage, so it's certainly not that bad.

It only takes time, a little more time, he believes that he will become stronger!

...But, when will Squalo come back?