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\u003e Chapter 339 His/Her Eyes Table of Contents Bookmark Comments Chapter 339 His/Her Eyes

Novel: Bloodline of the Kingdom Author: Sword of Masterless Words: 11553

"Haha, of course I'm not dead. Flash Dance Novels"

Sixer put on his crutches, walked towards them with difficulty, and said with a smile: "You forgot, we had fortune-telling in the tent - I will live a long life."

Griveau made a disgusted expression of "I believe you are a ghost".

"As for you, Drew," Heather maintained his usual smile, glanced at Thales who was already stunned, and then looked back at Griveau who was in the wheelchair, his eyes were on his missing A spin on the legs:

"It can be seen that you've lost a lot of weight...Little hedgehog, I really miss the years when we ate sand in the desert..."

This sentence had a good effect: Thales, who was being held hostage, and Kevin, who was driving the car, were all stunned.

Little hedgehog?

What little hedgehog? Who is Little Hedgehog?

Griveau twisted his body in the wheelchair and coughed unnaturally:

"Ahem, okay, okay..."

But Xixer's seemingly emotional words continued: "I still remember that you were forced to talk to those bone girls in the tent..."

At that moment, Griveau's face turned into a liver color.

Only the darkness can cover up one or two.

Before the other two looked at him with both admiration and suspicion, Griveau interrupted Hickser's laughter angrily: "Shut up, shut up, shut up! Old guy!"

Heather shrugged.

Griveaux stared at him with an ugly expression, gasping for breath while thinking about something.

"Kevin, thank you for sending him here. Now, go further away..."

Griveau paused, as if feeling unsafe, which indicated that he squinted his one-eyed eyes again, and warned in a low voice: "Well, you don't want to hear something that I will kill you after you find out, do you?"

Kevin shuddered slightly.

He looked at the dying boy in the arms of the boss, and squeezed out a terrified and weird smile: "Okay... Boss."

After Kevin walked away, Griveau let out a sigh of relief.

The veteran looked at Heather unhappily:

"Very good, old crow, since you are in Dragon Clouds City, very good, I'll treat you...as long as it's in my territory, you decide the location..."

"but……"

Griveau's expression changed, the conversation changed, and he said harshly: "You are not allowed to mention the past...not a single word!"

He looked very serious.

Thales listened to the conversation between the two suspiciously, but he had already guessed something and would rather keep silent.

Leave it all to Heather.

"Really? What a pity," sighed Heather. It seemed to be very regretful, and he clicked his tongue again and again: "Those precious years can't be easily forgotten. In the cage of Moshen Beast, we were reduced to slaves and lost all dignity, while you swallowed blood and fought to the death with a personal or inhuman opponent , grabbing the last bite of stinky food, gritting your teeth to survive..."

"until……"

Griveau's expression changed again.

"Hey, I really fucked..." He closed his eyes in pain and annoyance, and said viciously:

"Shut up, shut up, shut up!"

"Say no more!"

Heather nodded with a smile, put her hands on the crutches, and coughed lightly.

After making sure to see that Heather stopped talking, Grewer let out a breath slowly, as if avoiding the greatest danger, he shook Thales in his hand: "Okay, after finishing speaking, you want to Speaking of things, I am still rushing to make a fortune..."

When Griveaux said this, his words stopped abruptly. 35xs

The veteran frowned,

His eyes turned around Thales, who was no longer struggling and trying to recover.

Then look at the new Heather.

And Heather still looked at him quietly with that mysterious smile: "Then, Griveau, I would like to ask you to do me a favor."

Griveau's expression froze on his face.

In the next second, Thales felt his body loosen: he was let go by Griveau.

"Fuck, old crow," the veteran looked at the hostage in disbelief, then at his old friend: "You didn't ask me to meet in this weird place just on a whim, didn't you?"

Thales fell to the ground, feeling limp and weak in his limbs that had been deprived of oxygen for a long time.

"This brat didn't just pop up out of nowhere by coincidence, right?"

Facing Grewal's question in bewilderment, Heather shook her head.

"of course not."

Leaning on crutches, he walked forward slowly.

"That's right, I want to ask you to help him," Heather's expression gradually became serious: "Please send Prince Thales secretly and safely out of Dragon Clouds City and to the designated place to go."

"Griveaux."

The three fell into silence.

Thales propped up his arms from the ground, stood up vigorously, and showed a rare smile tonight.

Knew it.

The connector Puttilai mentioned...

It's Heather.

He, no, their common, respected teacher.

"It's you, teacher." Following Puttilai's advice, he smiled kindly and gratefully at Heather.

"Sorry, I didn't say goodbye to you earlier."

Heather smiled back and blinked playfully, the eyes behind the monocle flickered back and forth: "It's too late now."

Thales shook his head with a grin.

So, what Puttilai said, the way to ask someone to help Prince Xingchen leave the city secretly is...

"No way!"

Griveau's rude voice sounded again.

Thales looked at the veteran in front of him with doubts.

I saw Griveau's angry expression and shortness of breath. He stared at the old crow in front of him: "Looking at the friendship in the past, it's okay for me to invite you to dinner... But this matter?"

Griveau pointed at Thales angrily: "This is not a 'favor', it is a big trouble!"

Thales raised his eyebrows.

"I will send this prince out of the city, once found..."

"But they can't find it, can they?" Heather interrupted him with a smile. "Just like before, we're good at running—whether it's a cage or a skeleton man's tent."

Thales's heart moved: the bone man.

And... Moshen?

Griveau seemed to be choking, he opened his mouth and twitched for a few seconds, and finally waved his hand: "Don't mention the past... Also, it's not a question of whether you find it or not."

The veteran turned to Heather with a displeased expression on his face: "The risk of this matter is too great, and it involves the lives and deaths of so many people under my command—do you know how he will repair the shield area if the meteorite finds out? He forgets , that Lisbon, and those rotten people in the Hall of Order, are full of bad water..."

Every time Griveau said something, the old Heather nodded slightly.

It's like listening to him talk about his troubles. 35xs

Griveau snorted dissatisfiedly: "You don't know, what kind of chaos Dragon Clouds City became after that Nunn hanged up... Do you know what will happen to my brothers once I fall down? "

"This shit, I just want to stay as far away as possible..."

Thales coughed: "You just wanted to exchange me for a bounty..."

Griveau's face froze, and he stared at Thales viciously after being exposed: "Shut up! Bastard!"

He turned his head again and said to Heather, "Help him? Or a star person? No way."

"No matter how great the friendship is!" Griveau's final tone was resolute and unquestionable.

Heather sighed, but said nothing more.

The scene turned cold again.

After a few seconds.

"That's all for now, old crow," Grevell snorted coldly, and pouted at Thales: "For your sake, I won't take him to receive the reward—take him to find Someone else, the farther away from me the better."

"I pretend I haven't seen you."

Thales' complexion darkened.

What?

Heather's eyebrows slowly gathered, and her skinny hands on crutches trembled slightly.

But immediately, he opened his eyebrows.

"Okay, Griveau," Heather smiled again, "Before I leave, I just ask you to do one more thing."

Griveau widened his eyes, tilted his head, with a "what else do you want" expression: "Hey, I say you..."

"Oh," Heather's expression changed instantly, and he shook his head regretfully: "You know, I sometimes dream back at midnight, when I think of us in the flying squirrel tribe..."

Griveau's expression changed again.

"Okay, okay..." Griveau interrupted him begging for mercy.

"Fart, let go," the veteran stared at the old crow again in pain, then looked away, and waved his hand resignedly: "I just passed by a cesspit and accidentally took a breath."

Heather returned to her satisfied smile.

He nodded and said softly: "Look at his eyes."

As soon as these words came out, both Thales and Griveau were stunned.

"What?" It was the blinking, confused wheelchair veteran.

"Whose eyes?" This was Thales who was also puzzled.

Heather took a deep breath.

He took a step forward, and the smile on his face slowly disappeared, replaced by a rare coldness and sternness.

"Drew Greewer, for the sake of the fact that I have healed and saved you who was dying countless times in the cage of the desert beast," Heather paused, "Look carefully at this child's eyes."

Hearing this sentence, Thales was the first to be stunned.

mine……

Eye?

etc.

Wait, wait... In this world, more than one person has told him that his eyes...

"Okay." Maybe it was Heather's rare sternness that played a role. In short, after a few seconds of doubtful staring, Griveau was subdued. He pushed the wheelchair and approached Thales with a face of reluctance.

"Snapped!"

Thales, who was still thinking in doubt, had a pain in his arm, and was pulled to him by Grivo.

He raised his head and saw Griveau's ferocious eyes.

It reminded him of the one-eyed Duke of the Star Country—Guest Nantriest. In the Hall of Stars, he was far more aggressive than the veteran in front of him.

Griveau still looked displeased, but under Heather's stern gaze, he still approached Thales, squinted his eyes, and looked carefully at the prince's eyes under the dim moonlight.

Thales was quite uncomfortable being stared at. He coughed and tried his best not to blink.

The prince took a deep breath, not knowing what Hexer was doing, but he still chose to trust the teacher.

Just like Gilbert said.

one second.

two seconds.

three seconds.

At that moment, Thales was a little surprised to see:

Griveau's expression changed.

The displeasure and disdain on his face had disappeared.

All that was left was surprise and surprise.

This moved Thales' heart.

The veteran turned his head abruptly: "Turn on the lamp..."

But before he finished speaking, Heather seemed to know what he wanted, picked up a burning torch from the ground, and threw it to Griveau far away.

Griveau frowned and glanced at the indifferent Heather.

He waved the torch to make it burn more vigorously, and approached Thales.

The heat and glaring of the flames made Thales shrink back, but Griveau held him firmly.

"Stay still, child."

With the light of the fire, Griveau looked at the corners of Thales' eyes again. This time, his expression became more and more serious and unbelievable:

"Don't blink either."

Thales clearly saw that as the observation deepened, Griveau's expression changed subtly.

From surprise to hesitation, from hesitation to numbness, from numbness to excitement, from excitement to depression.

The other party's brows trembled, and complex emotions were written in his eyes: entanglement and pain, touch and relief, remorse and regret, sadness and hesitation.

Thales was secretly startled.

how……

Time seems to have passed for a long time.

Finally, Griveau slowly removed the torch and bowed his head deeply.

"impossible."

In the darkness where no one could see, Griveau supported the wheelchair, bent over and said in a muffled voice.

His voice seemed to be separated by a layer of fog, slightly blurred.

Sixer, who was on crutches, sighed slightly: "Do you understand?"

Thales turned to the old crow with suspicion, but he could only see emotion and loneliness on his face.

The prince subconsciously said: "What's going on? My eyes..."

"No!"

The veteran in the wheelchair interrupted him.

"No," Griveau still lowered his head, but his voice began to tremble, intermittently, to a greater extent than when he was roaring just now: "No, no, no..."

He holds the torch in his right hand, and holds the arm of the wheelchair tightly with his left hand, his shoulders undulating.

Heather shook her head: "You saw it."

Griveau suddenly raised his head!

Thales looked at his face in surprise: the veteran stared, shaking his head in disbelief like a detective who had just discovered the cruel truth.

The prince touched his eyelids, he looked at Heather, then at Griveau.

An inexplicable sense of panic spread in my heart.

They all know something.

just me.

Only I don't know.

"No," Griveau trembled, blinking his eyes violently, panting violently, and gritted his teeth: "It's just a coincidence... There may not be many such people, but there must be, and even you only need paint..."

"Thales!"

Thales shuddered and turned to Heather: "Mr. Heather?"

The old crow who interrupted the veteran snorted softly:

"My friend may be highly skilled, but he doesn't care much about high-level politics in neighboring countries..."

His words were flat, without any ups and downs.

Contrary to Hixer's joyful expression in his daily lectures, it is lively and interesting.

"So can I bother you to tell him," Heather said without looking at any of them, but staring firmly at her crutch:

"What's your full name?"

full name?

Thales was shocked!

He knows.

He confirmed what they were all struggling with.

That is……

The night returned to silence.

Only the torch in Griveau's hand was still crackling and burning.

"Thales," Thales replied subconsciously, his eyes fixed on the obviously abnormal Griveau: "My, my full name is..."

"Thals Serangelana Kessel Canxing."

Slap!

The torch fell to the ground and rolled into a pool of blood next to it, struggling feebly.

Griveau sat blankly in the wheelchair, his only remaining eyes staring blankly at Thales who was also distracted.

His right hand was still in mid-air, retaining the posture of holding it.

But he remained motionless.

As if living in a dream.

Greval spoke softly.

"This is impossible."

The once rude, irritable and extremely unpleasant voice now seems to be coming from a distant mountain, gentle and calm.

As if afraid of disturbing someone's dream.

Heather slowly broke into a weary but sincere smile.

"That's right, Drew."

The old crow slowly raised his head, the meaning in his eyes was complex and profound:

"This is Miss Serran's son."

"It's her blood."

Zi.

With the last muffled sound, under the influence of blood, the torch flickering on the ground was finally completely extinguished.

I would like to use this chapter to commemorate the "Harry Potter" series.

By the way, I also want to commemorate Georges Bataille's "The Story of the Eye".

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Kingdom Blood - Chapter 339 - His/Her Eyes - WuxiaWorld

"Haha, of course I'm not dead. Flash Dance Novels"

Sixer put on his crutches, walked towards them with difficulty, and said with a smile: "You forgot, we had fortune-telling in the tent - I will live a long life."

Griveau made a disgusted expression of "I believe you are a ghost".

"As for you, Drew," Heather maintained his usual smile, glanced at Thales who was already stunned, and then looked back at Griveau who was in the wheelchair, his eyes were on his missing A spin on the legs:

"It can be seen that you've lost a lot of weight...Little hedgehog, I really miss the years when we ate sand in the desert..."

This sentence had a good effect: Thales, who was being held hostage, and Kevin, who was driving the car, were all stunned.

Little hedgehog?

What little hedgehog? Who is Little Hedgehog?

Griveau twisted his body in the wheelchair and coughed unnaturally:

"Ahem, okay, okay..."

But Xixer's seemingly emotional words continued: "I still remember that you were forced to talk to those bone girls in the tent..."

At that moment, Griveau's face turned into a liver color.

Only the darkness can cover up one or two.

Before the other two looked at him with both admiration and suspicion, Griveau interrupted Hickser's laughter angrily: "Shut up, shut up, shut up! Old guy!"

Heather shrugged.

Griveaux stared at him with an ugly expression, gasping for breath while thinking about something.

"Kevin, thank you for sending him here. Now, go further away..."

Griveau paused, as if feeling unsafe, which indicated that he squinted his one-eyed eyes again, and warned in a low voice: "Well, you don't want to hear something that I will kill you after you find out, do you?"

Kevin shuddered slightly.

He looked at the dying boy in the arms of the boss, and squeezed out a terrified and weird smile: "Okay... Boss."

After Kevin walked away, Griveau let out a sigh of relief.

The veteran looked at Heather unhappily:

"Very good, old crow, since you are in Dragon Clouds City, very good, I'll treat you...as long as it's in my territory, you decide the location..."

"but……"

Griveau's expression changed, the conversation changed, and he said harshly: "You are not allowed to mention the past...not a single word!"

He looked very serious.

Thales listened to the conversation between the two suspiciously, but he had already guessed something and would rather keep silent.

Leave it all to Heather.

"Really? What a pity," sighed Heather. It seemed to be very regretful, and he clicked his tongue again and again: "Those precious years can't be easily forgotten. In the cage of Moshen Beast, we were reduced to slaves and lost all dignity, while you swallowed blood and fought to the death with a personal or inhuman opponent , grabbing the last bite of stinky food, gritting your teeth to survive..."

"until……"

Griveau's expression changed again.

"Hey, I really fucked..." He closed his eyes in pain and annoyance, and said viciously:

"Shut up, shut up, shut up!"

"Say no more!"

Heather nodded with a smile, put her hands on the crutches, and coughed lightly.

After making sure to see that Heather stopped talking, Grewer let out a breath slowly, as if avoiding the greatest danger, he shook Thales in his hand: "Okay, after finishing speaking, you want to Speaking of things, I am still rushing to make a fortune..."

When Griveaux said this, his words stopped abruptly. 35xs

The veteran frowned, and his eyes turned around Thales, who was no longer struggling and was trying to recover.

Then look at the new Heather.

And Heather still looked at him quietly with that mysterious smile: "Then, Griveau, I would like to ask you to do me a favor."

Griveau's expression froze on his face.

In the next second, Thales felt his body loosen: he was let go by Griveau.

"Fuck, old crow," the veteran looked at the hostage in disbelief, then at his old friend: "You didn't ask me to meet in this weird place just on a whim, didn't you?"

Thales fell to the ground, feeling limp and weak in his limbs that had been deprived of oxygen for a long time.

"This brat didn't just pop up out of nowhere by coincidence, right?"

Facing Grewal's question in bewilderment, Heather shook her head.

"of course not."

Leaning on crutches, he walked forward slowly.

"That's right, I want to ask you to help him," Heather's expression gradually became serious: "Please send Prince Thales secretly and safely out of Dragon Clouds City and to the designated place to go."

"Griveaux."

The three fell into silence.

Thales propped up his arms from the ground, stood up vigorously, and showed a rare smile tonight.

Knew it.

The connector Puttilai mentioned...

It's Heather.

He, no, their common, respected teacher.

"It's you, teacher." Following Puttilai's advice, he smiled kindly and gratefully at Heather.

"Sorry, I didn't say goodbye to you earlier."

Heather smiled back and blinked playfully, the eyes behind the monocle flickered back and forth: "It's too late now."

Thales shook his head with a grin.

So, what Puttilai said, the way to ask someone to help Prince Xingchen leave the city secretly is...

"No way!"

Griveau's rude voice sounded again.

Thales looked at the veteran in front of him with doubts.

I saw Griveau's angry expression and shortness of breath. He stared at the old crow in front of him: "Looking at the friendship in the past, it's okay for me to invite you to dinner... But this matter?"

Griveau pointed at Thales angrily: "This is not a 'favor', it is a big trouble!"

Thales raised his eyebrows.

"I will send this prince out of the city, once found..."

"But they can't find it, can they?" Heather interrupted him with a smile. "Just like before, we're good at running—whether it's a cage or a skeleton man's tent."

Thales's heart moved: the bone man.

And... Moshen?

Griveau seemed to be choking, he opened his mouth and twitched for a few seconds, and finally waved his hand: "Don't mention the past... Also, it's not a question of whether you find it or not."

The veteran turned to Heather with a displeased expression on his face: "The risk of this matter is too great, and it involves the lives and deaths of so many people under my command—do you know how he will repair the shield area if the meteorite finds out? He forgets , that Lisbon, and those rotten people in the Hall of Order, are full of bad water..."

Every time Griveau said something, the old Heather nodded slightly.

It's like listening to him talk about his troubles. 35xs

Griveau snorted dissatisfiedly: "You don't know, what kind of chaos Dragon Clouds City became after that Nunn hanged up... Do you know what will happen to my brothers once I fall down? "

"This shit, I just want to stay as far away as possible..."

Thales coughed: "You just wanted to exchange me for a bounty..."

Griveau's face froze, and he stared at Thales viciously after being exposed: "Shut up! Bastard!"

He turned his head again and said to Heather, "Help him? Or a star person? No way."

"No matter how great the friendship is!" Griveau's final tone was resolute and unquestionable.

Heather sighed, but said nothing more.

The scene turned cold again.

After a few seconds.

"That's all for now, old crow," Grevell snorted coldly, and pouted at Thales: "For your sake, I won't take him to receive the reward—take him to find Someone else, the farther away from me the better."

"I pretend I haven't seen you."

Thales' complexion darkened.

What?

Heather's eyebrows slowly gathered, and her skinny hands on crutches trembled slightly.

But immediately, he opened his eyebrows.

"Okay, Griveau," Heather smiled again, "Before I leave, I just ask you to do one more thing."

Griveau widened his eyes, tilted his head, with a "what else do you want" expression: "Hey, I say you..."

"Oh," Heather's expression changed instantly, and he shook his head regretfully: "You know, I sometimes dream back at midnight, when I think of us in the flying squirrel tribe..."

Griveau's expression changed again.

"Okay, okay..." Griveau interrupted him begging for mercy.

"Fart, let go," the veteran stared at the old crow again in pain, then looked away, and waved his hand resignedly: "I just passed by a cesspit and accidentally took a breath."

Heather returned to her satisfied smile.

He nodded and said softly: "Look at his eyes."

As soon as these words came out, both Thales and Griveau were stunned.

"What?" It was the blinking, confused wheelchair veteran.

"Whose eyes?" This was Thales who was also puzzled.

Heather took a deep breath.

He took a step forward, and the smile on his face slowly disappeared, replaced by a rare coldness and sternness.

"Drew Greewer, for the sake of the fact that I have healed and saved you who was dying countless times in the cage of the desert beast," Heather paused, "Look carefully at this child's eyes."

Hearing this sentence, Thales was the first to be stunned.

mine……

Eye?

etc.

Wait, wait... In this world, more than one person has told him that his eyes...

"Okay." Maybe it was Heather's rare sternness that played a role. In short, after a few seconds of doubtful staring, Griveau was subdued. He pushed the wheelchair and approached Thales with a face of reluctance.

"Snapped!"

Thales, who was still thinking in doubt, had a pain in his arm, and was pulled to him by Grivo.

He raised his head and saw Griveau's ferocious eyes.

It reminded him of the one-eyed Duke of the Star Country—Guest Nantriest. In the Hall of Stars, he was far more aggressive than the veteran in front of him.

Griveau still looked displeased, but under Heather's stern gaze, he still approached Thales, squinted his eyes, and looked carefully at the prince's eyes under the dim moonlight.

Thales was quite uncomfortable being stared at. He coughed and tried his best not to blink.

The prince took a deep breath, not knowing what Hexer was doing, but he still chose to trust the teacher.

Just like Gilbert said.

one second.

two seconds.

three seconds.

At that moment, Thales was a little surprised to see:

Griveau's expression changed.

The displeasure and disdain on his face had disappeared.

All that was left was surprise and surprise.

This moved Thales' heart.

The veteran turned his head abruptly: "Turn on the lamp..."

But before he finished speaking, Heather seemed to know what he wanted, picked up a burning torch from the ground, and threw it to Griveau far away.

Griveau frowned and glanced at the indifferent Heather.

He waved the torch to make it burn more vigorously, and approached Thales.

The heat and glaring of the flames made Thales shrink back, but Griveau held him firmly.

"Stay still, child."

With the light of the fire, Griveau looked at the corners of Thales' eyes again. This time, his expression became more and more serious and unbelievable:

"Don't blink either."

Thales clearly saw that as the observation deepened, Griveau's expression changed subtly.

From surprise to hesitation, from hesitation to numbness, from numbness to excitement, from excitement to depression.

The other party's brows trembled, and complex emotions were written in his eyes: entanglement and pain, touch and relief, remorse and regret, sadness and hesitation.

Thales was secretly startled.

how……

Time seems to have passed for a long time.

Finally, Griveau slowly removed the torch and bowed his head deeply.

"impossible."

In the darkness where no one could see, Griveau supported the wheelchair, bent over and said in a muffled voice.

His voice seemed to be separated by a layer of fog, slightly blurred.

Sixer, who was on crutches, sighed slightly: "Do you understand?"

Thales turned to the old crow with suspicion, but he could only see emotion and loneliness on his face.

The prince subconsciously said: "What's going on? My eyes..."

"No!"

The veteran in the wheelchair interrupted him.

"No," Griveau still lowered his head, but his voice began to tremble, intermittently, to a greater extent than when he was roaring just now: "No, no, no..."

He holds the torch in his right hand, and holds the arm of the wheelchair tightly with his left hand, his shoulders undulating.

Heather shook her head: "You saw it."

Griveau suddenly raised his head!

Thales looked at his face in surprise: the veteran stared, shaking his head in disbelief like a detective who had just discovered the cruel truth.

The prince touched his eyelids, he looked at Heather, then at Griveau.

An inexplicable sense of panic spread in my heart.

They all know something.

just me.

Only I don't know.

"No," Griveau trembled, blinking his eyes violently, panting violently, and gritted his teeth: "It's just a coincidence... There may not be many such people, but there must be, and even you only need paint..."

"Thales!"

Thales shuddered and turned to Heather: "Mr. Heather?"

The old crow who interrupted the veteran snorted softly:

"My friend may be highly skilled, but he doesn't care much about high-level politics in neighboring countries..."

His words were flat, without any ups and downs.

Contrary to Hixer's joyful expression in his daily lectures, it is lively and interesting.

"So can I bother you to tell him," Heather said without looking at any of them, but staring firmly at her crutch:

"What's your full name?"

full name?

Thales was shocked!

He knows.

He confirmed what they were all struggling with.

That is……

The night returned to silence.

Only the torch in Griveau's hand was still crackling and burning.

"Thales," Thales replied subconsciously, his eyes fixed on the obviously abnormal Griveau: "My, my full name is..."

"Thals Serangelana Kessel Canxing."

Slap!

The torch fell to the ground and rolled into a pool of blood next to it, struggling feebly.

Griveau sat blankly in the wheelchair, his only remaining eyes staring blankly at Thales who was also distracted.

His right hand was still in mid-air, retaining the posture of holding it.

But he remained motionless.

As if living in a dream.

Greval spoke softly.

"This is impossible."

The once rude, irritable and extremely unpleasant voice now seems to be coming from a distant mountain, gentle and calm.

As if afraid of disturbing someone's dream.

Heather slowly broke into a weary but sincere smile.

"That's right, Drew."

The old crow slowly raised his head, the meaning in his eyes was complex and profound:

"This is Miss Serran's son."

"It's her blood."

Zi.

With the last muffled sound, under the influence of blood, the torch flickering on the ground was finally completely extinguished.

I would like to use this chapter to commemorate the "Harry Potter" series.

By the way, I also want to commemorate Georges Bataille's "The Story of the Eye".