Chapter 146 Chapter 64 The Twilight Descends
The lingering embers of the sun remained on the interface where the earth connected to the sky. Even the twilight, which had previously held a touch of warmth, gradually dimmed, now stained with the coldness of the night.
Elishia slightly lifted her cheek, looking at the girl who had already disappeared from her sight. She blinked her golden pupils, a hint of a smile appearing on her cheek.
After speaking, Verafia ignored Elishia’s invitation to stay at the family courtyard, as if sensing something amiss. She suddenly became alert again, her big eyes widening, and pulled Ig to her side before leaving.
Of course, Elishia naturally wouldn’t rashly obstruct them. She wasn’t worried about Verafia running away directly… As for Ophi, she couldn’t possibly force the child to go, could she?
“This girl… she’s truly as interesting as Little Fei said.”
A faint smile emerged on her face, and as usual, she reached out and untied her ponytail.
In the dim twilight, the girl’s cascading beautiful golden hair was even more dazzling, like gorgeous silk dyed through by the dawn light, sliding down along her round and exquisite shoulders. Elishia turned to the Temple Knight beside her and smiled slightly.
“Evic, this child seems quite familiar with you?”
Previously, to her question, Verafia still seemed quite defensive, but after Evic also stepped forward and spoke, the girl thought for a moment and no longer resisted. She simply recounted the story again.
“This Miss Vera seems to have only arrived in Rubiel City a few days ago. I just happened to help her out of trouble with a knight from Lord Linton’s household.”
Evic also lifted his cheek, a hint of a smile in his azure pupils, and shook his head as he spoke.
“But I mentioned her to you, Ash – the Mage lady who fought with that vampire earlier, is actually this Miss Vera.”
“It was her?”
Elishia knitted her delicate eyebrows slightly and suddenly raised her eyes, as if cast from gold.
“Vampires, Linton… and that influence hiding behind the night. And Ig, who is with Miss Verafia, also doesn’t seem like an ordinary young man… Evic, tell me, does she still want something?”
“Why can’t she be an innocent girl caught up in our affairs?”
Evic said. He obviously had a very good impression of this beautiful girl.
“Moreover, even this Miss Verafia, as I mentioned, heard about it and came for the so-called treasure of Duke Oran. What she did caused us no harm, let alone helped us.”
Elishia nodded slightly. Her fingertips suddenly touched the warm, jade-like sword hilt, and she suddenly said, “But, as Miss Vera told you, those people, and even the Blood Race… intend to unleash their power from the poor people of Rubiel.”
“I have already reported it to Bishop Lord, and the Church knights will immediately seal off and thoroughly investigate this place.”
Evic’s expression also became serious. He glanced back at the dilapidated, old alleyway behind him. “As for other places in Rubiel, as long as there is enough power to seal them, this is not… Who!”
The Temple Knight’s words stopped abruptly. The young man’s gaze became extremely sharp, and he suddenly let out a fierce shout, placing his hand on his sword and shielding the girl behind him. A dense and pure flame of light seemed to ignite.
“As expected, the youngest Knight of the Round Table in Peka for the past hundred years.”
A clear, slightly smiling voice sounded in the space. Elishia raised her eyes, and a person in a dark gray oracle robe emerged from the shadows. However, her appearance was that of an unfamiliar young girl.
“You are…”
Elishia put her hand on the knight’s sword-gripping wrist beside her and was about to ask, when she suddenly saw a familiar expression in the girl’s smiling eyes. Her heart skipped a beat, and she widened her eyes in disbelief.
“You are Sha…”
“It’s me. I knew you would recognize me, Ash.”
The girl slightly nodded her head, stopping her from speaking, and continued with a smile. The girl in the gray robe looked at Elishia and the Knight of the Round Table in silver armor again. “Evic, Ash, let’s talk somewhere else.”
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Rols, with a sword in his hand, was panting as he ran against the wind, his luxurious clothes in disarray, completely lacking the elegance and demeanor of a nobleman of his standing.
“Boss…”
A trembling subordinate in black cautiously approached him. Rols suddenly turned his face, revealing a ferocious expression, “Get out!”
The noble youth gritted his teeth, and to vent his frustration, he violently threw the sword in his hand onto the ground.
That black-haired kid, and Elishia…
Rols’ teeth gnashed with a creaking sound, and the pain from his clenched fist was piercing, but it couldn’t overshadow even the slightest bit of anger in his heart.
Even if it was his fault first, she would rather help an outsider! And that seemingly peaceful, yet condescending gaze… yes, it was exactly the same as Dofiraia’s!
Just as Rols was filled with indignation, he suddenly sensed a hint of surprise, and the air around him seemed to fall silent. His subordinates weren’t scared into silence, but there wasn’t even the slightest sound.
Rols suddenly looked up. The surroundings were still the alleyway where he had been. His attendants were all lying on the ground strangely. In the chillingly silent air, the girl’s slightly longer heels tapped the ground with a clear sound that contained a melody.
“Rols…”
In the dim vision of the twilight, a girl’s figure walked out. Her slender waist was outlined by a leather corset, revealing beautiful lines. Beneath her chestnut hair were a pair of brown pupils. A hint of a smile played on her face.
“Who are you?”
Rols took a step back. He felt a vague sense of familiarity with the girl in front of him, and her attire undoubtedly identified her as a noble from a poor family. However, for some reason, Rols felt a sense of fear creeping into his heart.
The girl simply shook her head gently.
“Rols, why did this happen to you?”
Rols’ heart tightened, but before he could ask, he suddenly saw that his brown pupils seemed to shimmer with a deep, violet hue. His thoughts froze.
Why is my talent inferior to Dofiraia’s, making her disdain me? Why does Elishia’s single glance make me tremble? Even that useless black-haired kid… why do such beautiful girls stay by his side?
Unforeseen thoughts ignited, expanded, and solidified in his consciousness.
“It seems you’ve realized it. You’re jealous of their talent, status, and luck… However, these are not unobtainable. Here, take this.”
A slight smile played on the girl’s lips. She extended her fair fingertips, took out half a blood crystal with a strange shape, as if nourished by blood, and stuffed it into Rols’ hand.
Rols instinctively gripped it tightly, ignoring how the sharp edges cut into his flesh, as if he were treating the most important thing in his life. The overflowing blood stained the blood crystal, and against the dim background of the setting sun, it refracted an even brighter and more enchanting luster.
“This is the legendary Half Key to Duke Oran’s ruins. With his treasure, you can obtain anything you desire.”
The girl smiled with satisfaction, her pupils, containing a deep purple light, gazing directly at Rols’ deeply rooted jealousy that had grown after his inner turmoil.
“The other half, I gave to the girl who humiliated you earlier. Her name is Verafia, you can go look for her.”
