"Don't tell me you're frustrated because of this. That's the Angel of the Iron Guard, right?" "I am still the [Blade of Babel]..." "Hey... I'm telling you..." Pace carefully wiped the soles of Perlis' feet and sighed, "You're not going to lock yourself in your room and sulk over this, are you?" "You don't understand..." Perlis whispered, "You don't understand." "Oh, okay, okay, I don't understand, okay, the profound and mysterious Lord Babel Blade," Pace dipped the towel into the hot water and wrung it dry, "Sometimes I feel like you're really hard to get along with. You keep everything to yourself and don't say anything." "I tried to tell others," Perlis kept her head down, her hands scratching the sheets to make wrinkles, "but it was no use." "Why don't you try talking to Brother Pace?" "It's no use telling you." "Okay, okay, I know you look down on me, Your Highness, the strong and self-pitying little princess who no one can understand," Pesce carefully wiped Perlis's left foot, "Change the other foot." Perlis didn't move, and Pess took Perlis's right foot reluctantly, and then carefully wiped it with hot water. The hot air covered Perlis's little feet with a layer of fine water droplets, which set off a faint hazy beauty on this already delicate little foot. The soles of the feet washed by hot water reflected a thin layer of luster under the dim light in the room, and the texture was like white jade. Looking at such a pair of heaven-made things held in his hands, Pess couldn't help but think of his lecherous younger brother Vans. If he saw this scene, he would probably have a nosebleed, right?
As time passed, Pace carefully cleaned all the dirt around Perlis's wound with a towel, then dipped a cotton swab in alcohol and looked at Perlis: "It's going to hurt a bit, okay?" Pace warned. "Try not to kick me, okay?" Perlis didn't say anything, just silently looked at her hands tightly grasping the bed sheet. Seeing this, Pace didn't say anything either, and began to clean the wound on Perlis's foot with a cotton swab dipped in alcohol. After a while, Perlis suddenly broke the silence: "Why..?" "Because alcohol can disinfect. You don't want the wound to get infected, right?" "It's not that..." Perlis still lowered her head, with a slight blush on her cheeks. "Huh? What?" Pes looked at Perlis in confusion and scratched his head. Seeing his lack of understanding, Perlis felt a surge of anger in her heart. "I mean! Why did you save me?" Perlis glared at Pace, her voice rising unconsciously, "It wouldn't matter if you left in that situation, right? You said it yourself, that's the Angel of the Iron Guard. Do you think you have a chance to escape if you face her?" Pace responded to Perlis's glare, but he just looked at Perlis quietly without saying anything. After the nameless anger on Perlis's face faded a little, he spoke: "Lianna Monarch is my sister." "I know..." Perlis said anxiously, "So this is the same as..." "She likes to pester me. Every day she asks me to take her fishing, ice skating, etc...." Pesce did not respond to Perlis's words. His eyes suddenly became a little blurry. Perlis did not say anything more and let Pesce continue: "Every time we go to the frozen lake not far from the manor, I will move a big rock to break the weak spot on the lake surface, and then she will put the boom in. The fish in Wanren Mountain are very hungry in winter. Every day we can catch five or six fish and bring them back to the old housekeeper in exchange for a fish dinner." Perlis looked at Pace, and he seemed to be a different person as he fell into his memories, not at all like the slick, down-and-out young man. What Perlis didn't expect was that she felt a more familiar aura from Pace. "She loves fishing so much that she would pester me every day, and I was happy to go with her... She was very cheerful, and surprisingly cheerful. She was not shy at all, as a girl her age should be. She could get along with everyone quickly." There was a faint light in Pace's eyes, and in that faint light, Perlis seemed to see a small figure with long black hair.
"She is also very beautiful. Whenever I show impatience or don't want to answer, she will put on a pitiful look, look at me with those big eyes, and pull the corner of my clothes with her hands...I can't refuse her at all..." Pace gave a reassuring and comforting smile, which was something that Perlis had almost never seen on his face. "Later, she developed a very stubborn asthma and had to go out less often, so she always asked me to go fishing and bring back fish at night. She said that as long as she could eat the fish, it would be like she had gone fishing herself." Perlis looked at Pace's somewhat happy expression, and for some reason, she suddenly felt the stuffiness in her chest swelling up. "When I first saw you, I thought of her..." Pace raised his head and gave Perlis a helpless smile, but Perlis's face suddenly turned pale. "It's really weird... You don't look like her at all..." What...is going on? Perlis felt as if a pair of claws were tightly gripping her throat. A sudden feeling of suffocation came over her. She wanted to speak, but she could only utter short words with strange growling sounds. "Ahem...mm..." "So you asked me why I saved you. It was probably at that time..." Pace looked at Perlis. He suddenly realized that something was wrong with her and stood up quickly. "Wait, what's wrong with you?" Perlis' eyes opened wide, and the feeling of suffocation was like thousands of poisonous snakes entangled in Perlis' lungs. Her breathing became extremely rapid, and each breath was accompanied by a sharp wheeze. "Haa ... Perlis slowly covered her throat with her hands, as if she was fighting against a pair of invisible devil's claws, but it was in vain. "Ah... it's asthma!" Pace reacted quickly and stood up quickly: "Wait for me! Don't panic!" After saying that, Pace quickly ran out of Perlis's room and ran towards his own room. Oh no... I just thought that Perlis was similar to Lianna in some ways, but I didn't make Perlis suffer from the same asthma as Lianna! What on earth is going on... Is God kidding? It's totally unreasonable... Pace complained in his heart. He quickly ran through the corridor, rushed into his room, took out a small bottle from his luggage bag, and then ran back to Perlis' room like a fly: "Perlis!" When Pace opened the door, Pearlis had collapsed on the bed, asthmatic in pain. “Ah…Ah…Ah…” "Don't lie down! Sit up!" Pess quickly ran to the bedside, helped Perlis up, and then opened the small bottle and was about to feed it into Perlis' mouth, but was stopped by Perlis's hand: "Ahem...no...don't..." Perlis looked at Pace with trembling eyes, and what made Pace feel a little sad for a moment was that her eyes were full of distrust. What kind of environment did this little girl grow up in? Even in this situation, is she still afraid of someone poisoning her?
"You can't do whatever you want now!" Pace pushed away Perlis's weak hand impatiently, then grabbed her chin and pried her mouth open with the bottle mouth, "Drink it!" Then, Pace forced the liquid in the small bottle into Pearlis' mouth. "Mmm...Mmm...cough..." Perlis struggled to resist, but the suffocation in her chest almost exhausted all her strength. She could only watch as Pace stuffed the bottle into her mouth. The slightly spicy and irritating liquid burned down her throat and flowed into her stomach like a warm current. In an instant, Perlis felt her vision blur and her head felt a little dizzy. "..Ugh..I feel dizzy..." Accompanied by a feeling of powerlessness, Perlis's eyes fell into darkness. ...... 4) The Frozen Land (Part 5)
"So, the Federation will hold the 14th [Competition] next month?" By the fireplace, Venia was still holding the glass of red wine that he would never get tired of, staring at the person sitting across from him at the table. "Yes, this is a good opportunity." Ivar didn't touch his glass of red wine. He just leaned back in his seat leisurely, crossing his legs. "If you win the battle at the top of the Tower of Babel and become the [Blade of the Tower of Babel] of the Federation, then your day of rebirth will come." "The day of turning over? Do you mean to become a lackey of the Federation like you?" Venia looked at Ivar with sarcasm, the red wine in his hand flickering reddishly in the firelight of the fireplace. Hearing this, Ivar leaned forward slightly, his dark green eyes projecting some extremely dangerous signals. Even by the warm fireplace, Venia's body trembled involuntarily. "Be careful... my half-brother..." Ivar's voice was hoarse and low, "I can crush your [Iron Guards] by myself, and then leave Thebite unscathed. Then you will know how dangerous the Federation's lackeys are." "Wow wow wow, calm down, calm down," Venia quickly put down the red wine glass and spread his hands, "I was just joking, and I was curious... because I don't understand..." "Hehehe..I'm just trying to scare you, don't be nervous." Ivar chuckled, then grabbed the wine glass on the table and held it in front of the fireplace, observing the light of the fire through the purple diamond-like wine. "Thebite... is like this beautiful little wine glass, and you Thebites are the fine wine in the glass... shining brightly beside the fireplace lit by the Federation people, reflecting the light you think is brilliant." Ivar looked at Venia, the fire reflected in his dark green eyes. "Without the great fireplace of the Federation, Thebeth is as dark and intoxicating as it was during the warlords' melee." Under Venia's gaze, Ivar stood up and slowly walked to the fireplace. "And what your father, the Iron Lord Mikhail Irenfono, is trying to douse the fire with this glass of fine wine. Guess what will happen?" Under Venia's gaze, Ivar poured the glass of wine into the fire. The moment it came into contact with the wine, a strong light flashed in the fire and a "crackling" sound was heard. "Look, the fire is burning brighter."
Venia stared blankly at the fire burning more vigorously, while Ivar put the wine glass back on the table, sat down again, and crossed his legs. "I don't understand..." Venia's voice was a little empty. "The old man will start a second [College War], a war that is doomed to fail." Ivar rested his hands on the table and leaned his head forward. "The federal army doesn't even need to march towards your [Iceland of Bone Burial]. After defeating your main force, [Tower of Babel] will complete all the finishing work." "So what do you mean...?" Venia looked at Ivar with some uneasiness, while the latter gave a slightly crazy and rogue smile. "Hehehe... Join the victorious side as soon as possible, before your father takes away all the troops and resources in your hands." Venia was silent for a moment, then raised his head and looked at Ivar. "I'll think about it, and I'll give you an answer after my birthday party is over." "Very good, clever brother," Ivar replied approvingly. "And one more thing." Venia stood up and looked at Ivar. "【Pure White Fireworks】 is looking for you." For a moment, Ivar's expression seemed to turn ugly, but in just a moment he returned to normal, his light green eyes shining in the light of the fireplace. "Are you sure?" "She said it herself. The Angel and she had fought in Lorton." Venia put the wine glass on the table with force, making a "dong" sound. "20 investigators... plus one Iron Guard, in Thebite's territory, couldn't even take care of a little girl..." "Little girl? My dear brother, this is Perlis Hafurgard, the [Pure White Flame] who won the [Competition] single-handedly and became the [Blade of Babel]?" Looking at Venia's somewhat frustrated look, Ivar just smiled. "This little girl is probably more valuable than all your Iron Guards combined, right?" "No matter how much gold she has, she has been severely damaged by the [Angel]. Thebeth will become her grave." "Ah... that's a pity..." Upon hearing the news that Perlis was injured, Ivar smacked his lips with some regret, "Stupid little flower" "Why did she come to Dibet to find you?" Venia questioned, but Ivar just lowered his head absentmindedly, as if thinking about something. "Maybe Aleph said something to her..." Ivar muttered in a low voice. "Aleph? You mean Aleph the Rock, Aleph Stro? What does that idiot have to do with this?"
"It's okay, it's all old news." Ivar stood up and wrapped his cloak around himself, using the hood to cover his messy black hair that was streaked with green. "That little girl has never experienced setbacks. If she's lucky, she'll probably give up soon and flee Thebeth..." "The investigator won't give her this opportunity." Venia said coldly. "Oh, my dear brother, take my advice." Ivar walked up to Venia and put his hands on his shoulders. For the first time, his usually ferocious and unfathomable face showed a hint of fatigue.