“Who?”
“An earl.”
Ciel snorted: “I have never seen anyone more lawless than you, my lord. Do you really think that your neck is stronger than the rope?”
“When we escaped we are already going to be executed by the rope. If that is the case, who is going to care whether it’s one or two ropes?” Brendel laughed. He was quite anxious in truth, but he discovered that his squire was quite funny.
“That is certainly true, but what is my lord going to do?”
“Attack from the front, it’s best to make the commotion as big as possible.”
Ciel looked at Brendel closely. Even though Brendel was making small conversation, his pale face and clammy-looking hands betrayed the tenseness in his heart. Even so, he was still planning things out calmly and steadily.
“What is going to happen if you die?” Brendel asked after thinking for a while.
“A card which dies in the battlefield will go into the graveyard. Before my lord is able to pull out from there, I will stay there forever.” Ciel said.
“If that’s the case, I have to be more careful.”
Brendel said as he estimate the remaining time in his heart. After calculating everything, he raised his hand to grip onto the flying gargoyle in the air. Ciel also grabbed it.
The two of them looked each other and nodded. The gargoyle flew quickly into the air, and under the cover of the night, they flew towards a small forest within the fortress.
The wind whistled past them, and Ciel asked: “My lord, are you certain that the earl is staying in a forest like this? And not the within that small castle?”
Ciel pointed to a small castle between the Pine River and Webster river.
“What did you say, I can’t hear it through the wind?”
“I said, did my lord fly in a wrong direction?”
“Me? Of course not, did I say I’m going to pick a fight with the earl right now?”
“Then what are we going to do?”
“Of course it’s to level up! A workman must sharpen his tools if he wants to do his work well.”
“Level up? Is that some form of ancient language?”
“Shut up! Let me tell you this. In a game there are always three things. Technique, equipment and stats.” Brendel shouted in the wind: “When you look at these three things, one of them is bound to help you. If you are going to become a full-fledged wizard one day, you will thank me for telling you this secret.”
“Game?”
“Human life is like a game, and a game reflects the human life, do you get it?”
“I somehow get it. My lord is truly wise.” Ciel said with a lying face. He could only think about the freezing night air and he felt his limbs were turning into ice.
Brendel stared at the forest and calculated again.
[At most there is 15 minutes left.]
………………………………………………………………………..
In the castle.
The middle-aged man sat on the sofa and observed the slender sword in his hand, before placing it down. His expression did not change and still retained a cold demeanor. But the chill in his eyes were more apparent.
“What do you think?” The figure behind him asked.
“This should be that sword. I don’t know how that young man got it, but he must disappear from this world. But the two women beside him, I’m very interested in them.”
“It’s fine to have a hobby, but the key thing is not to let it interfere with your job.”
“If I don’t give them hints, how would those short-sighted fools think of using my name to do things? Since they were the one who killed, whether if it was bootlicking me or not, no one would suspect me. All that is needed is a suitable reason. As for that man’s reputation, when did we ever care?”
The middle-aged man thin lips curled into a cold smile: “And you also said it, it’s fine to have a hobby.”
That figure smiled in return and his eyes went back to the sword: “Have you found anything?”
The middle-aged man shook his head: “It’s never that simple.”