Olivia and Cryer, who had been staring at each other, clicked their tongues as if they had made a promise.
“So it’s clear that he wanted to get rid of it, but the reason is unknown?”
“That’s about it. Anyway, I learned two things.”
Olivia counted on her fingers one by one.
“Firstly, it’s not only the wizard who knows about the ancient god.”
“Second?”
“The wizard not only dislikes those who know about the ancient god, but also wants to kill them.”
Olivia, whose eyes were narrowed, shook her head.
“I think I can give the wizard a good hit on the back of his head using these two points, but the first one is too much of a barrier.”
“If you say you know the ancient god.”
“Yeah. The possibility of having a decent person who knows the ancient god with such a terrible taste is too slim.”
“Ah, yes. There’s also the guy who volunteered to be branded a slave.”
“What?”
Olivia was so surprised that she jumped up.
“Do you have another slave besides you?”
“Yes.”
Cryer nodded his head towards Olivia, who seemed to be asking him to spit out who it was right now.
“I don’t know who. I’ve only heard that there is.”
At his disappointing answer, Olivia’s round shoulders sagged.
Looking upset, she soon shook her head to shake it off.
“Rather than such distant stories, let’s start with what’s in front of us.”
“Is there anything other than the things that burned?”
At this, Olivia relayed her meeting with Ambuh a few hours ago.
She didn’t tell Ambuh everything about Cryer’s situation, that is, all about the ancient god and the slaves.
Of course, that left her with little to say…
Anyway, she told him to pay attention to Norden, especially the palace, and Ambuh brought news after a few days.
‘The funeral is likely to be postponed?’
There was no talk of postponing the state funeral when the guest, that is, the puppet, came to Norden.
‘Yes. According to those in Norden, the postponement is almost certain.’
Ambuh nodded as he poured lump sugar into the teacup Olivia pushed forward.
‘Tell me in detail.’
‘The speed of supplies needed for the state funeral entering the palace has slowed down significantly. Instead.’
Ambuh swallowed a sip of something that was closer to sugar water than tea after he stopped speaking.
‘They said a lot of other things were ordered.’
Olivia narrowed her eyes after saying this.
“The item ordered was a stone.”
“Stone…?”
“Yes. A huge stone.”
With that, silence fell between them.
Cryer had a quite complicated expression, just like Olivia when she first heard the word ‘stone’ from Ambuh.
If there’s anything that could be done by postponing the state funeral, it would be undoubtedly under the guidance of a wizard.
But a stone… a stone.
Stone, stone, it is.
Olivia, who had been wracking her brains, vaguely thought of something, but it was as faint as the lyrics of a song that she couldn’t remember.
Ancient god, stone, wizard.
Surely there was a stone on the day when it rained heavily…
“Cra…”
Out of frustration, Olivia called him, but he had disappeared from her sight.
Looking at his empty seat, Olivia blinked her eyes rapidly and then shook her head.
“He’ll come back.”
Neither Olivia nor Cryer, who had become so accustomed to being by her side, had realized this.
[Star Icon][Star Icon][Star Icon]Cryer, who disappeared from Olivia’s sight in an instant, appeared in a dark corridor.
Walking through the darkness, he bared his teeth and gave a savage smile.
There was a sense of movement in the secret places of the Princess’s Palace.
They said the trash wouldn’t crawl in after the announcement of the martial arts tournament.
“One more makes two.”
They were fussing about who goes first, but it wasn’t one, it was two.
Whether it’s one or two, there’s no difference, so I should finish quickly and go back.
Quite naturally, Cryer, who thought he should ‘go back’ to Olivia, stamped the ground in the direction where he could feel the presence.
And within a few seconds, the knight with a smooth face fell to the ground without even seeing Cryer.
However, Cryer didn’t give him a glance, he stared at the shadow beyond him.
Because he hadn’t touched even the tip of the hair of the guy who is lying on the foot right now.
The corner of Cryer’s mouth, who was staring at the shadow, rose slyly.
“Come out.”
Almost as soon as the commandlike words ended, Isaac revealed himself from the shadow he was staring at.
Isaac, with his hands free of a single drop of blood, placed them on his chest and opened his mouth.
“Nice to meet you again.”
“There won’t be a next time.”
With an indifferent answer, Cryer, who took a step forward, tilted his head.
“Ah, this is dangerous.”
Because Isaac had almost accurately got out of his range, that is, the distance where he could cut off his breath with a single swing of his sword.
Not only his eyesight but also his abilities, he was a completely different class from the guys he had seen so far.
But in front of Cryer, it was just like flipping acorns.
“Tsk!”
Isaac retreated back as if he bounced off by the red eyes that came close to his nose in the blink of an eye.
Of course, he could have caught him, but Cryer who just let him go laughed low.
“It wasn’t a coincidence.”
“Avoiding it is all I can do.”
Isaac hurriedly mocked before Cryer moved again.
“I’m not interested in night games. Past, present, and future.”
He added while scrutinizing Cryer.
“That’s why I dealt with this guy myself.”
It could be a superficial lie to get out of this place, but he’s the first one to dodge his hand.
Isaac stood properly for the first time in Cryer’s bloody wilderness.
Male lead is a Divorced Husband
She said to him: “Tell me, what makes you like me? I’ll change it!”
Liu Changning transmigrated into a female cannon fodder character in a female-dominant novel.
After reading the first half of the novel’s plot, the first thing she did upon transmigration was to divorce the Pan Jinlian-style male protagonist she had just married.
She indulged herself, pretending to be ugly and poor.
But as time passed, the way that man looked at her became more and more unusual…
Liu Changning was dumbfounded: Tell me, what makes you like me? I’ll change!
――
This lifetime, Pei Yuanshao was rejected by the same woman twice!
The first time, she drove him away. Forced by the situation, he endured the waves of anger in his heart, yielding and humbling himself.
That person lay slanted on a rocking chair, her sallow face emotionless: “If you don’t want a divorce, go cook!”
Pei Yuanshao’s face was dark and gloomy: “You!”
The second time, after the crisis in Jinling City was resolved, the new emperor sent someone to pick him up. He turned around, stammering: “I… I have to go. If you keep me…”
That person lay on the kang bed, her back to him, as if she had long anticipated this day, crisp and clear: “Goodbye!”
Pei Yuanshao was so angry his fingers trembled: “You… you!”
The mission of family and country made him restrain himself, averting his eyes and turning to leave this broken household.
Two years later, they met again. Seeing her ethereal face, his body shook like a sieve.
“She was originally a ‘she’!”
At the Qionglin Banquet, the top scholar of the imperial examination, a talented person with exceptional speech and conduct, all the unmarried young gentlemen from aristocratic families looked at her with shy and timid eyes.
The peerless imperial official Pei Yuanshao felt the anger in his heart erupt. He pointed at the woman surrounded by the crowd at the Qionglin Banquet, his thin lips slightly curled: “Little sister, I wants that person to be the wife-master of my Mingde Prince Manor.”
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