Chapter 514

The day after the Minsk agreement was signed.

For ordinary people.

The haze of war has dissipated, and peace and stability seem within reach.

However.

Governments and well-informed senior people have realized that a purge of the dark crow Parliament and the ensuing turmoil are quietly attacking.

Also on this day.

The dark crow witch hiding behind the scenes finally came to the stage and spread her knowledge and thought of the ideal country to the world with the help of the propaganda tools of the truth party.

...

The Royal demon hunter Academy of the Mengxi empire.

A young girl, with a newly published Pravda in her hand, leaned on the ancient stone pillar next to the training ground.

Loose black training clothes can't hide her tall figure.

The hands holding the newspaper are full of calluses and wounds.

Dark Wavy long hair, soft and hanging on the shoulder.

The young girl should have taken off her pure eyes and showed her sophistication and sharpness inconsistent with her age.

A slender scar, which runs through the corners of her eyes and the bridge of her nose, makes her soft face and adds the ferocity and indifference of birth.

He reached into his chest pocket and took out a slender candy and held it in his mouth.

The girl's eyes flitted across the newspaper and her eyebrows frowned.

"Dark crow witch..."

She had heard the name from other people more than once.

Especially Haley Johnny.

The old lover who calls herself Cole is a mysterious witch who makes her feel sweaty every time she meets.

It's also in her mouth.

The girl knew for the first time that the legendary dark crow witch had a complex relationship with her adoptive father.

"Nina, it's time to train!"

I heard the voice of the students in the distance.

The girl closed the newspaper.

Take the long sword standing by the wall and trot to the training ground.

...

Mengxi demon hunting group.

Roddy Singh's office.

"Hardy... Oh, no, dear Lord Hardy betani, your excellency, do you know what treatment I received in the cabinet after you rejected this document again?"

Hardy had a cigarette in one hand and a wine glass in the other.

He sat on the sofa with his legs up and said with a smile, "the prime minister must have greeted you very cordially."

Today's little man.

It is no longer the unknown man who is covered up in the light of the legendary demon hunter.

The traces of years left on his face made him more and more calm.

His eldest son died in an "accident." his wife Marian was seriously injured and was in a coma in the hospital for six months.

The special minister, the candidate for the trial sequence, feels more and more gloomy and difficult to guess.

After a silence.

Roddy pinched his eyebrows with a headache and said, "there's no news about seranda's case so far... Hardy, you know those two people best. Who do you think will win?"

Hardy gradually shrunk his smile, exhaled smoke, frowned and said, "their relationship is very complex. Under Roddy, it is no longer a struggle between them compared with losing and winning.

Have you read the Pravda this morning?

Unexpectedly, those guys jumped out before we made the truth public, but according to the analysis of the intelligence department, the situation is very unfavorable to us... Or the governments of various countries.

Even if it's just about individuals... "

Roddy sighed.

Leaning back in his chair, he interrupted, "I'm afraid... The war is far from over, Mr. betani."

...

Three days later.

Late at night.

Outside the Helu palace.

According to the clues traced all the way, or the clues left by seranda on purpose.

Two demon hunters stopped slowly under the dim street lamp.

The older torrell, holding his belt in both hands, looked at the dormant in the dark, only vaguely illuminated, like a huge imperial palace that eats people, and said, "don't you need help?"

Cole took out a cigarette.

The criminal verdict made a crisp metal crash.

Without answering the other party's questions, he put his left hand into his trouser pocket and walked forward.

The old hunter watched Cole disappear into the night, frowned and said to the empty dark corner, "this is their personal grudge.

Pertai. "

The voice fell.

A tall thin figure came out of the darkness and stopped beside torrel.

He pushed the small round glasses on the bridge of his nose and said in Mongolian with a strong Helu accent, "you've become emotional, old man."

Torrel raised his eyebrows, sat down on the curb and said, "I'm old and can't see this picture of life and death."

"Tut."

Cole drove all the way in.

There was no guard in the Helu palace of nuota, and there was not even a living man.

Footsteps echoed in the open corridor.

until.

A wooden door reflecting the light appeared at the end of the corridor.

Push the door in.

The solemn Royal bedroom in the past left only the mess after the emperor ran away.

Under the mild yellow light.

A familiar figure stood at the window with his back to the gate.

Maybe I heard the footsteps behind me.

Sweet and ethereal, as if there were strange magic sounds, sounded in the silent bedroom.

"Almost ten years, Cole.

I still remember when we first met, you and I were embarrassed because of an evil spirit. "

Cole exhaled smoke and dust. The just trial appeared in his left hand and said coldly, "I'm not afraid I'll kill you now?"

After a silence.

Dressed in a dark crow feather cape, holding a scepter and wearing a crown of despair, seranda turned slowly, looked into Cole's eyes and said, "you know it's no use killing me now.

The seeds of thought have been sown and take root in people's hearts.

Kill me.

In addition to delaying the arrival of this change, there is no way to stop it. "

That's it.

Serenda smiled.

"It seems that I won the war, demon hunter.

You always say that human good and evil are one.

Now they have made their own choice, and they have chosen me.

The old era is decadent and decadent. If a war is not needed to wake up the numb people, how can they know where the road to choose is? "

Many times.

History always spirals.

Even in a similar world, to some extent, some processes are particularly similar.

What zelanda is doing now is very similar to the proposition of the axis powers.

Cole ran out his cigarette and said indifferently, "change is right or wrong, but the road exists, seranda."

Maybe it's to narrow the distance between each other.

The witch walked slowly and said with a smile, "why don't we wait and see and let people make their own choices with your ideas?

If I lose, it's up to you.

If I win... "

Serenda was right about one thing.

It won't help if Cole kills her now.

Because thought cannot be killed.

Penny, a bureaucrat from the demon hunting regiment.

The means to affect the world are far more terrible than the seemingly terrible natural disaster gangsters.

even to the extent that.

It has reached the level of shaking the foundation of human society, existence and correctness.

Cole looked straight into her eyes.

"You never give up that part of mankind."

Seranda responded, "human beings or witches... All I pursue is my ideal, Cole.

Create a perfect.

No corruption, no numbness, no despicable world.

I have to admit that the life of ordinary people is just a meaningless number in the eyes of not all corrupt bureaucrats.

Those who survived should thank Baruch for his sacrifice.

After that, I began to think about the correctness of your point of view.

In fact, you are right. "

That's it.

Penny stopped in front of Cole.

She raised her right hand and gently touched the face of the person she loved. She said in a disappointed tone, "sometimes, I think, if we were just ordinary people, how good it would be."

Their eyes collided.

Maybe I can't help but be sincere.

Maybe it's premeditated cruelty.

Seranda's smile was like the first time I saw her.

A deep kiss.

It's also at this moment.

The long knife quietly appeared in Cole's hand.

The scepter held in the witch's palm exudes a dim evil brilliance.