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I was thinking about sending that kid Federico over to take a look, but now it seems completely unnecessary.

The old Pope pulled the crooked nightcap on his head, yawned, and instantly felt sleepy.

If I remember correctly, I have a meeting tomorrow morning and if I don’t go back to sleep, I won’t be able to get up.

at the same time.

Arturo lay on the bed like a dead scale.

Her messy long black hair spread out on her back, and her body trembled slightly from time to time.

The angel girl sank into the soft mattress, her cheeks, which usually wore a lazy smile, were now flushed.

She tilted her head and pressed her burning cheek against the cool silk pillowcase. The black gravel halo above her head, like an asteroid belt, was tilted, and even the wings of light behind her were drooping.

The belt of her bathrobe had come undone during her struggle, and there were still a few red marks on her exposed calves from the struggle.

A pair of small feet were spread flat on the bed, the soles of the feet were white with a hint of pink, and the round toes were slightly curled inward.

"Ouch..." Arturo tried to curl up, but the dull pain in his buttocks made him freeze.

She bit her lower lip and swallowed the sob back into her throat, and tiny ripples appeared in her watery eyes.

The wrinkles of the sheets that her fingertips were gripping were getting tighter and tighter, and even her knuckles were turning blue and white. But Chen Xiu just stood by the bed with his arms folded, staring at her miserable appearance.

Recalling the annoying scene just now, the Sakta girl lost her temper.

I'm really screwed this time. If I had known I would encounter something like this, I shouldn't have agreed to Gertrude's commission!

"What? Regret it?"

Chen Xiu looked at the little expression on the girl's face and poked her wound.

"I haven't calculated the cost of this prophecy yet. You don't think a spell of this level is free, do you?"

"Hiss~" Arturo gasped in pain and squeezed out a few words from between his teeth: "I didn't ask you to predict the future for me, why should I pay you!"

"Who told you to attack me with magic?" Chen Xiu retaliated, "I was originally trying to figure out how to break the current situation, but you came in and ruined everything!"

Arturo instantly lost his temper. After all, she couldn't deny that she had done something secretly.

"So what should we do now?" Mastema leaned against the wall with her arms folded. "In a few hours, it will be dawn."

"That depends on whether Miss Arturo is willing to help." Chen Xiutu's ulterior motive was exposed. He leaned closer and asked, "So what's your answer, Miss Arturo?"

Arturo groaned a few times and replied weakly, "Do I have any other choice?"

"Very good." Chen Xiu nodded with satisfaction and clapped his hands with a smile. "Then, welcome Miss Arturo Giallo to officially join our escape team!"

Mostima also clapped, fitting in with the atmosphere.

Arturo gave Chen Xiu a cold look, feeling indescribably conflicted about this guy.

Ever since I met him, I've been repeatedly humiliated, and just now I was taught a lesson to the point of ecstasy.

But on the other hand, the mystery he revealed was quite attractive to her.

After all, even the great Wizard King communicated with him as an equal.

So, it might not be a bad idea to follow him for the time being.

"In fact, there is only one key to breaking the deadlock right now."

Chen Xiu raised a finger and pointed out the situation to the two Sakotas.

"The reason Earl Reina imposed martial law and sealed off the city wasn't to capture the Fallen Angel, but because the remaining spells of the Sorcerer King on the main magic tower had been activated. He was afraid of being mistaken for a remnant of the Sorcerer King, so he had to capture him and give an explanation."

"It's just that he concealed this fact in his public statements, which gave us some room to maneuver."

Mostima reacted instantly: "You mean to say that as long as the remnants of the Witch King are captured, Count Reina will take the initiative to lift the blockade?"

Chen Xiu nodded and said, "Yes, that's right."

"But where can we find the remnants of the Witch King? We can't frame them, can we?" Mastema asked.

Chen Xiu didn't say anything when he heard this, but turned his gaze to Arturo.

He didn't believe that this guy who liked to pry into other people's minds hadn't inquired about Gertrude's team.

"Miss Gertrude's old butler and the captain of the guard are both remnants of the Witch King. The old butler is also the Queen's Voice."

Arturo turned sideways carefully in bed, afraid that his red butt would rub against the covers.

"So how do we proceed?" Mastema asked again.

"Let's find a way to deal with Gertrude first." Chen Xiu outlined his plan. "Due to the time difference, we can't let the old butler and the captain of the guards take the blame. But since the remnants of the Witch King were able to get the news so quickly, it means they have people lurking in Reina Territory. This is the key point!"

Mostima and Arturo nodded to show that they understood.

"Then, let Arturo play them a song and let them do what they need to do."

Chen Xiu and Arturo smiled at each other, but Mostima was a little surprised.

After all, she didn't know the effects of Arturo's abilities.

But Chen Xiu quickly explained and brought her back to the situation.

"So, how are you going to deal with Gertrude?" Arturo asked curiously.

"I'll handle the specific operations." Chen Xiu smiled and held out his hands. "But I'll need your assistance in the process."

"No problem, just tell me what to do." Most immediately stepped forward and shook a hand.

Arturo crawled out of the bed and grabbed the other one. "Me too."

"Then," Chen Xiu announced, "Let's get started!"

Chapter 96: Miss Gertrude tries to seize the future (5K)

The silvery moonlight flowed into the room like a veil, casting a clear glow under the towering Gothic arched windows.

The lead bars of the window frames cast a fine grid on the walnut floor. Thick jacquard curtains were half-hidden on both sides of the windows, and the grape vine patterns embroidered with gold thread glowed faintly in the darkness.

The mirror on the dressing table reflected the cooling embers in the fireplace opposite, and the crooked gilded candlesticks on the mantel cast distorted shadows on the wall.

Gertrude stared at the communicator on the table like a prisoner awaiting trial. The carefully drawn eye makeup she had applied at the dinner was smudged on her tired face, making her look even more haggard.

The fluffy and soft silver-gray wolf tail hung down to the ground, and the tip of the tail twitched weakly from time to time.

The stiletto heels of her black high-heeled shoes with red soles sank deeply into the pile of the carpet. Her slender legs wrapped in black stockings tightened unconsciously, and even the hem of her brown windbreaker swayed slightly.

This plump body that had been coveted by countless people was now curled up in the armchair, like a night butterfly stuck in a spider web.

The Countess was ready to sacrifice herself, but was still waiting for the cruel order that would completely crush her personality and dignity.

Gertrude still had illusions, even though she couldn't think of any reason why the other party would let her go.

Despite being wrapped in a thick windbreaker, Gertrude still felt cold and couldn't help but hold her collar tightly.

Her plump lips were bitten into crescent-shaped pale lips by her pearly teeth, her slender arms were pressed against her full and protruding chest, and the pearl buttons were stretched into a dangerous arc by the ups and downs of her breathing. Even the loose windbreaker could not hide her proud figure.

In order to survive, she killed her loved ones with her own hands, but in the end nothing changed...

Thinking of her brother's relieved look before his death, Gertrude had a sudden realization.

After all, there was no difference between me and my brother.

It’s just that he betrayed his family passively, while I did it actively.

Like a domestic dog that realizes that it may be killed and eaten by its owner at any time, it desperately wags its tail to show its goodwill to its owner and tries its best to give him all the best things it thinks, but still cannot get any mercy.

Money, power, magic, music, she has already sold a lot.

And now, she is about to sell herself...

Thinking of this, Gertrude couldn't help but secretly hate Count Reina.

If he hadn't been so ignorant of romance, she wouldn't have been forced into such a low position.

Or did he do it on purpose?

As a member of the aristocratic circle, Gertrude naturally heard a lot of bad rumors.

If Count Reina is really a pervert who likes to abuse others, then I would be an extremely delicious delicacy to him.

After all, this brought a countess to her knees in submission.

If you think about the past glory of the Strollo family, the feeling of conquest will definitely make your scalp tingle.

But as the one kneeling on the ground, the humiliation and hatred in Gertrude's heart also reached the extreme!

She suddenly grabbed the pearl buttons on her chest, and the pain of her fingertips piercing her palm suddenly twisted the tail end of her voice into a low growl like a trapped animal: "Why should I endure all this? Our Strolo family also shed blood for Leitania!!"

She suddenly propped herself up, and her carefully groomed silver-gray hair fluttered in the air with the violent movement.

"Haha, the remnants of the Witch King! You damned cowards! Maggots who only know how to hide in the shadows!"

She grabbed the communicator on the table, raised it up and was about to throw it to the ground, but stopped before swinging her arm.

The anger accumulated in the gray-gold eyes could not break through the barrier of reason, and his fingers clenched until they turned white made the communicator creak.

But no matter how fierce her face looked, it couldn't hide the fact that she had a collar around her neck.

She slumped back into her chair, as if her spine had been completely torn out.

"Ha, it really is a perfect toy..."

The anger in his heart instantly collapsed into cold self-mockery, and a fragmented and miserable laugh escaped from his hoarse throat.

Gertrude, who was almost broken, didn't notice that the surrounding environment had quietly changed.

The invisible air seemed to become thicker and thicker, and even the hands of the clock froze.

A slightly frivolous voice suddenly sounded in the room, with a hint of teasing and mockery.

"As expected of an old noble, even your struggle is so graceful, isn't it? My dear Countess Strollo?"

The round shoulders wrapped in the windbreaker trembled suddenly. Gertrude glanced in the direction of the sound and found that a mysterious man with his legs crossed had appeared in the room.

The other party looked at him with interest, as if he was admiring a piece of merchandise.

"Who are you? Why are you in my room? I'm warning you! The guards of the Reina family..."

"Welcome to the Ruins of Time." Chen Xiu suddenly interrupted, "This is a crack in the past and a cross-section of the future."

Of course, there is no such strange place on this earth.

But it doesn’t matter, now I have it!

Without waiting for Gertrude to refute, Chen Xiu raised his hand and pointed around.

"Look at that Night Feather. Even if it was immobilized by a spell, there's no way it could stay in the air."

Gertrude subconsciously turned her head and found that everything in her sight had become gray, as if it had come to a standstill.

An extremely absurd thought came to my mind.

"That's right." Chen Xiu confirmed with a smile, "Time here is almost still."

The wolf's ears stood straight up, Gertrude's eyes widened in horror, and the soft flesh squeezed by the edge of the leg ring pressed deeper into the leather of the chair.

Time! It's actually time!?

When was he dragged to this place by the other party?

Or is this actually a spell?

This is a realm that even the great Wizard King has never conquered! !

Gertrude calmed down instantly. The person in front of her was definitely a strong man whom she could not afford to offend.

But why did he come to me?

It's impossible that he just came here to laugh at the joke of himself and the Strollo family, right?

Gertrude's dead heart palpitated, realizing that this might be an opportunity, an opportunity to control her own destiny!