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Sigal stepped on his old-fashioned leather shoes and gently threw the head aside.

"I've always been very suspicious of your taste."

Ceylon let go of George's collar and said calmly to Sigal.

"For example, your leather shoes look quite exaggerated."

Sigal was stunned: "Really? I think it's actually pretty good."

Ceylon did not conduct in-depth research on this topic. As a refined upper-class gentleman, he naturally stopped giving advice on other people's tastes.

His eyes fell brightly on George.

"Dear George."

Ceylon said softly: "Do you know?"

"I have always been very dissatisfied with you."

"As the heir to the Impes family, everything about you makes me physically disgusted."

"It's sad."

George opened his eyes wide and couldn't believe that the man in front of him was his trusted uncle and his father's best brother.

Now he can only be described as strange and terrifying.

George felt something was wrong with the atmosphere, especially the new man who appeared and the head thrown casually on the ground.

The head was fresh enough, and the man's expression was still vivid in his mind, as if it were an expression carved on a watermelon.

"vomit!"

In an instant, George couldn't bear it anymore and vomited it out.

The red wine and the food residue in his stomach were spat out by George onto the ground. Ceylon frowned and gently covered the bridge of his nose with a handkerchief.

"Let me ask you one last time."

"Dear George, my dearest George."

"Where is the safe that holds the keys to the basement?"

Ceylon's expression was calm, but in George's eyes, it looked particularly terrifying and ferocious.

"please……"

"Uncle Ceylon..."

"please……"

"I really do not know!"

George no longer had any grace. He cried and hugged Ceylon's calf. He knelt on the ground like a helpless deer.

Smelling the strong smell of blood and thick human secretions scattered around, the panic on George's face was clear.

"It seems he really doesn't know, Mr. Ceylon."

Sigal whistled.

"Then he's useless."

Ceylon looked calm at this moment: "Kill him."

Sigal had no unnecessary words. The short blade slightly poked its head out from his cuff, leaving a delicate curve in the world.

George didn't even show his last look of despair, and his head flew high into the air.

George never imagined that he would be so proud a few hours ago.

He is the student council president of Oak College, the unique heir to the Impes family, and an extraordinary professional who is about to pass the ceremony.

all of these……

All this is within reach.

"Before you go to eternal hell, say hello to those dead girls."

Ceylon looked at the headless corpse in front of him without any discomfort on his face.

The blood spurts and the exaggerated state can make everyone feel panic.

George's body was kneeling on the ground, his fingers still twitching slightly.

"Sigal."

While wiping the blood on his body with his handkerchief, Ceylon seriously expressed his dissatisfaction: "When you kill him, pay attention to my position."

"All the blood spurted on my face."

"sorry to bother you."

Sigal touched his head: "Boss..."

"Also, go and deal with those two little frog thieves." Ceylon threw the blood-soaked handkerchief to the ground and walked gently towards the stairs: "I will go to a room.

A room looking for a safe.”

"Before that, Sigal, I leave it to you."

Sigal stood still, showing his yellow teeth, with a sly smile, and bowed slightly.

"As you wish, Mr. Ceylon."

………………

Under the dark night, a huge crow covered the entire moon.

The messy feathers carried a fishy smell, and the pure black color contained huge malice. The long mouthpiece was like a poisonous snake, trembling crazily.

Zhao Guangli and Gu Xintong were running in the dark night, listening to the mournful cries of the giant crow, as if they were in a real hell on earth.

"Then...what exactly is it and why can someone control demons?"

Zhao Guangli looked at the terrifying monster and couldn't help but ask.

"That's a spell that can only be practiced by formal mages of the order system. It summons slate monsters."

Gu Xintong took off her dress shoes, leaving only her pale feet.

The heels of the dress shoes are too high and have been damaged long ago after a long period of intense exercise.

"But the Gusheng priest you mentioned before has definitely not reached the level of a formal professional."

"If that priest had formal-level strength, the situation would not be so stalemate. Formal-level professionals would have at least a hundred ways to destroy the Impes family."

Stalemate?

Zhao Guangli looked carefully ahead, and an orange-red figure seemed to shuttle back and forth under the black wings of a crow.

There were sharp marks left on the Three-Eyed Crow's body.

Even though the Three-Eyed Crow's fur is as strong as steel, pain still seems to accompany the crow.

The mourning sounds became louder and louder, and the Three-Eyed Crow became more and more angry.

"That orange-red fighting spirit can actually be condensed to such an extent."

Gu Xintong calmly held the sharp blade in his hand: "The slate monster was forcibly activated, and its combat power is not comparable to that of ordinary trainee knights."

"This Mr. Baker from our college is really secretive."

The corners of Gu Xintong's mouth turned up slightly: "If the rear had not been lost, William would have been well prepared."

Zhao Guangli nodded.

The true face of the rumored model brother of the Impes family, Ceylon Impes, is truly terrifying.

The most terrifying thing is that William actually trusted Ceylon at the critical moment.

But Ceylon had already planned it.

If Zhao Guangli's guess is followed, what Ceylan wants to do is actually not difficult to guess.

The dove occupies the magpie's nest.

Ceylon Impes had long been dissatisfied with the father and son, and all he wanted to do was stab them in the back at the critical moment.

The Impes family wanted a professional.

This person does not necessarily have to be George.

Although George is young, the established facts cannot be changed.

There is no need to speculate too much about Ceylon's thoughts. It can only be said that the guy usually disguises himself so perfectly that even his own brother cannot see through it.

Just as Zhao Guangli continued to think, Gu Xintong's cold voice came to his ears.

"Something's wrong."

Gu Xintong stood on the dark path outside and looked into the darkness in the distance.

A strange sticky feeling appeared on their feet again.

"Oops."

"Hurry up." Gu Xintong's eyes were cold: "We seem to be marked by some kind of power."

In the dark hiding place, the girl tightly held the white and sharp blade in her hand.