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Although Felissa wanted to suggest that Safi bury Vincent, she was not so willing to avenge her privately.

She must have hit on Vincent's mind. In his relationship with Cress, Cress probably didn't give him enough sense of security. But I also know how much sincerity a pure transaction can give him.

sense of security.

No matter how you think about it...it's a bit sad.

After all, compared to her, Vincent's growth process may be said to be a wandering one, and she may not need Azarez, but Vincent may not have anything after Abandoned Avenue and Cress.

Alright.

Most people are tolerant of poor people.

Seeing Felissa lift the curtain and come out of the tent, Safi asked: "How?"

Felicia shook her head: "It's not easy to persuade her, she still has death intentions."

She was not yet well-educated, so although she got the truth right that Vincent didn't want to face, she was still very angry with him.

Today is no longer the right time to continue talking. As an emotional guide, she cannot be led by him.

"I don't think it will be that easy." Safi was not surprised. If it was so easy to persuade, why would it be delayed until now?

"Safie seems to be very concerned about the teacher," Felissa asked, "Is there a reason?"

"Because I saw my past self in him," Safi took Felissa for a walk slowly. "I used to have a desire to die. I always felt that everything was over when I died, but this is

wrong."

Because she had experienced it before, when she came out of it, she looked back at this time and felt that she was narrow-minded and cowardly at the time, and chose the most irresponsible way to solve the problem.

Fortunately, Fred and Felissa never gave up on her.

Although these people she brought were hiding in the darkness and doing shady things, no matter who they were, they all had something or someone they were concerned about in this world, maybe their family members or people like gambling who were not on the stage but were good at it anyway.

Quite a hobby.

Only Vincent had no one he cared about, and he didn't even have anything that could be called a hobby.

To put it bluntly, he is like an undead wandering the world, lonely and boring.

"Let him meet Miss Cress first, although I don't think it is a good thing for him to put all his business on Miss Cress." Although Felissa doesn't like doing this, it is equivalent to trusting her life and death.

In another body, but there is no other way now. It is not so easy to find other motivations that can keep Vincent alive.

However, the whiplash still kept Vincent in bed for three full days before he was able to get out of bed and move around.

He first went to see the recovery status of No. 1 and No. 2.

The injuries of No. 1 and No. 2 were similar to his, but the young child could not help but feel the itching of the scabs on the wounds, so he could not help but want to scratch them, so the progress of recovery was slowed down.

Seeing Vincent come in, No. 1 buried his head deeply: "Boss, I'm sorry, I thought you would want to know about eldest sister."

No. 1 was the child he brought out from the guild. During the Southern War, he did not follow Cress, but accepted the royal family's recruitment. Later, he followed Safi because he really had no skills, so he was very interested in Vincent and Cress.

The title is still the same as before.

"How many times have I told you that she and I are over," Vincent sighed. "What you have to do now is to consider the human race, not me."

"But you and eldest sister..."

It turns out that even a child like No. 1 can understand the relationship between him and Cress.

"You don't need to worry about these things. Let's recover from your injuries first." Vincent held down No. 1's hand, which was trying to grab the medicine on his back. "If you move around again, your hands will be tied up."

Then he got up and went to find Safi.

Safi looked him up and down: "Have you healed your injury?"

Vincent nodded: "Yes, you can move."

It is certainly a good thing that he is willing to work actively, and Safi does not stop him: "What do you need?"

"No need, I will find a way to pass the message on."

"Where's the time?"

"Just tonight."

After asking clearly, Safi nodded: "Okay, then go ahead and do it. If you need support, let me know immediately."

In fact, Vincent only used an extremely simple and crude method to deliver the news.

In broad daylight, he stood on the mountain range on one side of the canyon, brazenly drawing his bow and setting an arrow, pointing the tip of the arrow directly at the tent in the center of the demon outpost camp. After letting go, the arrow shot from the string towards the outpost camp with a devastating momentum.

After he finished, he didn't even see that the bottom shot was missed, so he turned around and left.

If he didn't leave, he would be besieged by the time the demons reacted.

This was just an arrow, so it was naturally easy to spot. The outpost camp shouted an enemy attack, and the magicians in the outpost camp immediately put up a barrier to block the arrow.

Then they waited for a long time, but did not wait for the second wave of attacks.

So, just to shoot an arrow?

The cry of enemy attack naturally alarmed Cress. She walked out of her tent and was equally prepared, but was equally surprised to find that this was just a bluff.

What is the purpose of the human race shooting this arrow?

"Bring that arrow over here," Cress said. "Be careful and get the gloves."

This is because the arrows are poisonous.

"Lord Cress, there is a note on the arrow." Soon, the person responsible for picking up the arrow said loudly.

The note...why did the human race send the note?

Cress replied: "Open it and see what is written."

"To Cress... Sir, I can't understand the words behind it."

It was written to her, but she still couldn't understand it, so Cress instantly made a guess.

"Bring it here." She stretched out her hand to the person who picked up the arrow, and the other person put the note in her hand.

She opened it and looked at it, sneering, and it turned out to be Vincent's handwriting.

The symbols above that the demons couldn't understand were the secret codes on the abandoned avenue. There was a set of secret codes on the abandoned avenue that belonged exclusively to them. Only the people on the abandoned avenue could understand it, so she naturally learned this set of secret codes.

Vincent actually asked her to meet tonight.

Cress sneered and tore the note into pieces with her backhand: "It's okay. Let's check the archery position to see if we can find any clues, and then patrol as usual."

"Yes!" the soldiers from the outpost camp replied loudly, and then went about their business.

Cress took her bodyguard back to her tent.

The personal guard was naturally different from the ordinary soldiers outside. He looked at Cress's face and said, "What is written on the note?"

Cress snorted bitterly: "You just asked me to meet tonight."

The guard said "Ah" and then said anxiously: "This must be a trap, you must not go."

"No," Cress closed her eyes, "I want to go."

She must go this time.

"But……"

"There won't be a trap," although he didn't want to admit it, but "he doesn't need to use such methods against me yet."

It's a simple truth. Even if she dies, the war will not end. She was in charge during the Southern War. As long as she is eliminated, the rebellious nobles in the south and the people on the abandoned road she brought with her will be nothing but scattered sand. But in the magic world,

The clan is different. If she dies, it will be replaced by someone else.