Under the high platform, Hong Dao rushed up ruthlessly. Giles had just been kicked out of the stands, but before he could get up, Hong Dao was pressed to the ground. He grabbed Giles' hair with one hand and picked up his head, and then slapped Giles three times with his other hand.

"You can't hear it when you tell me not to do it, ah?" He spat at Giles. "If I find Miss Mary hurts a little fur, I'll dig out your heart and liver and pick up the vegetables!"

On the other platform, the soldier disguised by Dust had rescued Mary from the guillotine and was busy loosening Mary's body. He was busy with his hands and no idle in his mouth: "What brother, brother, it's useless. It takes a long time to attack the city. At the critical moment, we still have to look at the master! When your brother comes later, you can help the master scold him a few words so that the master can exclaim the anger he drove away by him a few years ago. Then there is the issue of rewards. I have made a lot of preparations to save people this time, just look at it.

The soldiers guarding the guillotine spent a lot of money to drink. One or two gold coins are not enough, so they can start with ten gold coins. Looking at our master and apprentice, I will give you a discount. Just give me twenty gold coins. Anyway, you are not short of money. Master, I have been in a very tight financial situation in the past few years, and I have lost a lot of gambling debts. If you feel sorry for the 20 gold coins, it doesn’t matter if you don’t worry about the reputation of your master. Master has long regarded reputation as dirt and put it aside..."

"elder brother!"

As soon as the rope on his body was untied, Mary ran towards the Count of Ile de France with joy, completely landing Dust behind him.

"Okay," Dust shrugged, "The best one in the end is the brother."

The Count of Ile de France knelt on the ground in a daze. The situation turned too quickly, and he had not recovered yet. It was not until he saw Mary pounce on him from the stands that he realized that all this was true.

He stood up from the ground excitedly, spread his arms to catch Mary flying over. The red knife, white bow, black balance, and Princess Navarra were all relieved, watching the exciting moment when the brother and sister gathered together.

——Dark fell suddenly at this moment, covering the entire square.

Mary's body was frozen in the air, and with her there were fallen leaves that happened to float beside her. All the noisy sounds disappeared, as if time had stopped.

But time did not stop. The Earl of France could still blink and his body could still move. He twisted his neck hard in the muddy darkness. Seeing the red knife, the white bow and the black scale were still standing like him, and Simena, the soldiers behind him, and the crowd running in the square, had all collapsed to the ground.

"What is this?" The Earl of Ile-de-France asked the Black Flat in a deep voice. He felt that his body was unprecedentedly heavy, and every subtle movement took a lot of his energy.

Black Flat shook his head, then took out the scale with difficulty. He chanted a spell at the darkness in front of him, but before he could put the weight, one end of the scale broke.

"No doubt," he said, pale, "It's the apostle."

As soon as he finished speaking, he fainted on the ground like others.

"Black Balance? What's wrong with you? Black Balance!!!"

"Consul...I..." Bai Gong's face also turned pale, "I don't seem to...can't hold on anymore."

The next second, he fainted.

The darkness became heavier at a speed that could be felt.

"Very powerful magic." The first mate of the Red Knife gasped, and smiled unwillingly unwillingly, "Although I beat the White Bow, it's so fucking... it makes people feel uncomfortable."

He persisted for about ten seconds more than Bai Gong, and then collapsed to the ground and fainted.

Only the Count of Ile de France was left. He gritted his teeth and stretched out his hand hard toward Mary, who was within reach of him, trying to grab her palm, but soon the darkness rolled like a vortex, and wrapped Mary in it, and could never see it again.

Not only Mary, but everyone around him disappeared. In this world, the Count of Ile de France has truly become alone.

The weight of darkness stopped just right in a place where the Count of Ile de France would not faint, but would not allow him to move at will.

"Finally, we have controlled our strength."

A voice sounded. The ripples stirred the turbid darkness, revealing the person hiding in it.

It's Crodisius, Crodisius Ptolemy!

Twenty-nine moons appeared in the sky, and he slowly descended to the earth in the silver screen made of the moonlight.

He has grown a lot older, not only that, but his eyes are full of worries.

"Where did you take Mary?" the Count of Ile-de-France shouted with all his might.

But Crodis ignored his words at all.

"I don't understand," he said, the sound echoing over and over again throughout the dark space.

"I don't understand why the Duke of Aquitaine died and you took back Paris?"

"I can't see many of your tricks, and prophecies cannot accurately reach this little detail. But at least, in the general direction, it should not make any mistakes. It conveys the same message to me again and again-this time-and-this time-out-of-the-way loser is you."

"But why, you are standing here right now?"

"Even if I want to change my prophecy, I can't succeed. But why are prophecies being changed again and again in places I can't understand?"

"Three times, it's the third time. The resurrection of 'his' was once, the failure of Nessaval Koyotel was once, and this time... what happened? What did I miss it? Is my prophecy really correct?"

"Or maybe...my prophecy should have included me?"

He was talking to himself, then to himself, and then to himself.

"Yes...my actions should be within my prophecy."

He finally turned his attention to the Count of Ile de France.

"So, for the correctness of my prophecy, the Count of Ile-de-France-can you ask you to die?"

"Why do you want to do this?" the Count of Ile-de-France smiled hard, "I still support the Tianfang Empire now."

"There are many people who can replace you in this matter. And you are the only one who can keep my prediction correct."

Crodis shook his head, and then he looked at the Count of Ile de France and said:

"Of course, I won't kill you for no reason, so make a deal."

"trade?"

"Your sister is in my hands now. I guarantee her to have no worries about food and clothing, and her status is prominent. Until she died, no one could harm her."

"That's a good suggestion."
Chapter completed!