"This thousand-year-old ancient capital, I didn't expect to come back here again." Regnar couldn't help but sigh as he looked at the majestic ancient city in front of him. The last time I came to the thousand-year-old ancient capital was only a year or two ago. And just a year later, this ancient city is still majestic, but it has lost the prosperity and vitality it once had, and was replaced by a terrifying and eerie atmosphere. Stifling silence.
"..." Annelotte and Lisanna both looked at the thousand-year-old capital with a somewhat disappointed look. The thousand-year-old capital has always been famous in the world as the oldest and most prosperous capital of mankind. It is not that the two girls have never imagined what this capital looks like. But obviously, they never expected that the thousand-year-old city they really saw would be so decayed and gloomy.
"Yes, I'm back." Mel sighed as he looked at the thousand-year-old capital. It has been the place where he was born and grew up for thousands of years. If anyone in this group of people is to say that the one who feels the deepest emotion is undoubtedly Mel. But now, seeing the place that held countless memories of the past decaying to this point, what can the old mage do except sigh
"Let's go." Rebecca seemed to be used to the situation in the thousand-year-old capital. She looked at Regna and was the first to walk towards the city gate.
"Didn't Nidhogg place guards at the city gate? Is this considered his base camp?" Regnar asked.
"Don't worry, not only the city gates, but also the entire thousand-year-old capital no longer has any undead patrols," Rebecca explained expressionlessly as she walked: "Didn't I tell you before? Nidhogg has actually been waiting for you. .”
"Didn't I say it before? What can I do, Regnar?" Regnar countered, paused, and then added: "To be on the safe side, we should be more careful."
"As you like, the mage can throw us a group invisibility." Rebecca was too lazy to argue.
And the fact is exactly as Rebecca said, the entire thousand-year-old city has turned into a ghost town, and not even the shadow of the undead can be seen in the desolate streets. Regnar stood in front of Sartre's mansion and froze for a long time. When the last few people saw this, they simply chose to camp here to rest and prepare for the next assassination. Assassinating Nidhogg was not a piece of cake. They had already discussed it on the road. After arriving at the thousand-year-old capital, they would first let the assassin go to the grove of the magic academy mentioned by Rebecca to conduct a reconnaissance. After confirming Nidhogg's existence, they Several people will carry out the assassination one night.
"This is where we first met." On the first night, Rebecca walked up to Regna and talked to him. At that time, Regnar was alone in the pavilion in the garden in a daze.
"First time?" Regnar looked at Rebecca and suddenly asked unexpectedly: "Are you a heretic?"
"Yes." Rebecca admitted frankly. It was obvious that when Regnar guessed this, there was unconcealable joy in Rebecca's dark eyes: "Did you remember anything?"
"I'm sorry to disappoint you. This is just a guess based on some of your actions." Regnar shook his head.
"That's it..."
"Um..." Regnar hesitated and said awkwardly, "Well, I have another guess about the relationship between the two of us."
"Tell me about it." Rebecca's eyes gleamed with hope. Although she couldn't reveal some information herself, if Regnar made a guess and Rebecca answered back and forth, it wouldn't be a big deal. question.
"Don't laugh at me." Regnar became even more embarrassed.
"Okay, I won't laugh."
"Well..." Regnar stuttered, "Because we two look... very similar! And... and you always help me... so... so I guessed whether you would... yes. Won't… "
"Could it be something?" Rebecca's dark eyes became brighter.
"Could you be..." Regnar said in a very small voice: "My mother..."
"..." Rebecca was stunned when she heard this answer.
As soon as Regnar saw Rebecca's reaction, he knew that he had guessed wrong. He said with regret, "Because there are some places where the behavior is really similar! For example, the closeness I feel towards you that I can't explain at all. And You always help me for no reason. Besides, the two of us look so close, and you are a heretic, so I wonder if you were transformed into a heretic in some way after my mother died. You want to protect me or something like that. Ah, in any case, I was wrong. Just forget about what you just said!"
"You still haven't remembered anything..." Rebecca sighed with some disappointment. But after a while, she suddenly laughed again: "Giggle... Mother? Thank you so much for daring to think about it! Giggle! I can't stand it anymore, I really can't help it! Hahahahaha!!!!"
"Hey! You woman, you say you won't laugh!" Regnar shouted angrily. Anyway, the entire Sartre's house had been set up with a silent barrier by Mel and Annelotte, so he was not afraid of shouting too loudly. .
"Sorry, sorry... I really can't help it! Hahahahaha!" Rebecca clutched her stomach and almost rolled on the ground. There was a charming blush on her face, and her long black hair radiated under the moonlight. Attractive luster.
Regnar looked at Rebecca and was a little crazy for a moment. Do not know do not know! He doesn't understand Rebecca at all! This woman is like a puzzle. Is she the mysterious Stoke Assassin No. 1, whom even confidential information can only give vague descriptions of? If so, why does she help me again and again? If not, then who is she? Why do I always retain this inexplicable trust in her
In just a few seconds, Regnar flashed through countless questions and could not think of an answer to any of them. But he no longer needs an answer, because he has once again confirmed his intuition - he believes in the heretic creature in front of him who looks similar to himself, and he believes that the mysterious female assassin in front of him will never lie to him. reason? The reason is simple. Because of this, she can show a sweet smile from the heart in front of her, which is something that no fraudster can do.
Rebecca had finished laughing, and suddenly found Regnar staring at her in a daze. The assassin girl's face turned redder in an instant, and she asked in a low voice: "What are you looking at?"
"Nothing, I think you look good!" Regnar grinned and replied stupidly.
"..." Rebecca blushed from her face to her ears in an instant. She covered her cheeks with her hands. After a while, she whispered: "Can... can you hug me?"
"Huh?" Regnar didn't hear clearly.
"Can you hug me?" Rebecca's voice was a little louder.
"Um..." Regnar looked around. After confirming that no one was around, Regnar sneakily stretched out his hand and hugged the girl next to him.
Rebecca took a greedy breath, as if she wanted to carve Regna's scent into her heart. After that, she pointed her finger at Regna's chest and asked, "Do you feel sorry for Annelotte and the others?"
"Well..." Regnar let out a cry of pain and happiness. To be honest, he really felt that his behavior tonight was really sorry for Annelotte and the others. But Regnar couldn't control himself. Tonight, his affection for Rebecca reached an unprecedented height. Regnar felt that even if Rebecca didn't say anything, he would reach out and hug Rebecca into his arms.
As for Rebecca's question, Regner could neither confirm nor deny it. Because negation means that one is a shameless person who is duplicitous, while affirmation means that one is a shameless and shameless person. Since any direct answer would prove that he was a shameless person, Regnar could only use this roundabout way to cover up his shameless and dirty heart.
"Sorry, just let me be willful for once tonight! I'm really tired after all these years..." Rebecca held Regna tightly in her arms and murmured softly.
"Let me be willful once! For the sake of my passing away soon... This is the first time and the last time..." Rebecca said again, but she didn't let Regna hear the second half of this sentence. , similarly, she did not let Regnar notice the tears that had filled her eyes countless times.
"Is this really good?" Not far away, Lisanna looked at the two people embracing each other affectionately and asked Annelotte beside her.
"Why do you all ask me, all this has nothing to do with me." Annelotte replied.
"You're angry."
"I don't."
"You know very well that you have."
"I don't!"
"Do we need to have such a meaningless argument?"
“…”
"so what?"
"Why not stop them?"
Annelotte was silent for a long time, and she said: "I don't know, but I think that maybe Rebecca deserves it."