“Master???”

“Merly???”

The sudden incident surprised both Ella and Alfred. Alfred hurriedly ran up to hold Melis's body, and Ella subconsciously took a few steps in Dust's direction.

"Don't go over! He's already under control by blasvaus!" Meli yelled at Ella and pushed Alfred's body backwards, "Don't worry about me, run quickly! The apostle is here!"

The next second, a fog that was darker than the night rushed over quickly, and in a flash, everyone present was wrapped around. Crodis's voice echoed throughout the space: "I'm so brave. I was lucky to run away last time, but this time I dared to come over and get in the way."

Meli raised her head and tried her best to make a heart-wrenching roar. The unstable black space was torn apart by this roar.

"We meet in the Duke of Normandy."

Merry turned her head and hurriedly explained to Alfred. Before Alfred could react, she bulged her chest and let out a dragon roar, pushing Alfred and Ella's bodies to the black space!

"Don't move forward any further. Your opponent is me."

Meli was shaking while laughing, and the black dragon scales began to gradually cover her body, and the huge wings pierced her back and stretched out.

From the darkness, Crodisius's disdainful voice came: "Do you really think you can block my steps?"

"Crodith, you'd better remember that if you're anxious, you'll bite people." Meli clenched his fists and responded word by word, "And I, no matter what, it's a one-stop."

Ella stood up with difficulty. Meli's roar just now was very strong, causing bleeding in many parts of her body. But thanks to the contract with Draguè, the wounds were recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Dust, who was pushed out with her because the distance was too close, was not so lucky:

"It hurts, it hurts, it hurts!"

He rolled on the ground and howled.

Ella dared not approach Dust again. She took a few steps back and turned her head to see Alfred staring blankly at the black fog ahead - after being torn apart by Meli, it quickly returned to its original state. The fog rolled like a wave, as if it would spread again at any time.

"Afu!" Ella shouted in the distance, causing Alfred to wake up suddenly. He clenched his fists, and then turned around with great difficulty: "Believe in Melis, let's go to the Duke of Normandy to meet her!"

"Not the Duke of Normandy!" Ella shouted, "I'm going to meet with Amy, where there is a Cardinal!"

Crodis is still alive.

Ella and Alfred's locations have been exposed.

Everything they saw after coming to Paris was a trap, a bait set to attract them to show up!

Things are moving in the worst direction, Ella is almost completely unable to think about the action she should take next, and the only thoughts left in her mind are only one word-

run!

Before this, she had already had a lot of dealings with Crodisius. But this time it was obviously different from before. Crodisius used this method to attract her to bite her hook, which was clearly not for talking about academics.

The Tianfang Empire is about to launch a general attack. The apostle is coming to kill her!

run!

Although she was ready to fight against the apostles before going to war with the Duke of Aquitaine. But when she really faced the apostles, her subconscious reaction was still only this one word.

Escape here and do not throw it in. This time the plan to kill the apostle failed, and she can continue to try new plans next time. But if she is caught by the apostle, it will be over!

From the black fog behind me, Merry's painful moan faintly came.

——"Where do you want to go?"

A cold voice came from the front, causing Ella and Alfred to stop.

The Earl of France, who was wearing light plainclothes and holding a long sword in his hand. The sword streaked across the ground with his pace, and pulled a long scratch on the ground.

Alfred and Ella sneaked into Paris as peasants, disguised as peasants, without any handy weapons around him, and only had a small self-defense dagger. He pulled out the dagger, stared carefully at the Count of Ile-de-France, and asked:

"Calorin, did you betray us?"

"No one can defeat the apostles." The Count of Ile-de-France walked while swaying his head weakly, "Even if he tried his best to block his life, it would still not work."

Ella noticed that his eyes were dark and unconscious.

"It doesn't seem like Carolin's condition is right," she said. "He may be controlled by the blasphemy!"

"How could it be? Isn't Juvayus a heirloom of the Carolingian clan?"

Before Alfred finished speaking, the Count of Ile-de-France suddenly flashed and rushed in front of him. The sword in his hand was like the teeth of a poisonous snake, biting directly at Alfred's vital point!

With a "date", the sword in the hand of the Count of Ile de France was shot down by Alfred.

"To catch...the King of Sweden."

The Earl of France was muttering such words, and regardless of whether Alfred was looking at him with a dagger, he squatted down and picked up the fallen sword.

Alfred kicked him away.

"To catch...the King of Sweden."

After the Count of Ile de France rolled on the ground several times, he climbed up again and prepared to go forward to pick up the sword that fell to the ground.

"You seem to be right, he is indeed a little abnormal."

Alfred put the sword of the Count of Ile de France into his arms, then grabbed Ella's wrist and rushed over the Count of Ile de France.

Even though the Count of Ile de France had no sword, he still chased him closely behind.

"We'd better run out of the city!" Ella shouted from behind, "In Paris, there may be other people controlled by the blame Vayus!"

"Are you talking about...the people in front?"

Alfred stopped suddenly. He saw the dense torches lit up, and just ahead of them, thousands of Parisian citizens blocked their way.

"Catch, Sweden King."

They were talking about such words repeatedly.

Alfred wiped his cold sweat and looked back at Ella: "King of Sweden, I heard that you have learned some sword skills, right?"

“I’ve learned some.”

"Are you good at using swords or daggers?"

“Long weapons are more reliable.”

"Then give you this sword!"

Alfred threw the sword he had snatched from the Count of Ile de France to Ella, and he pulled out the small dagger again.
Chapter completed!