Just like her blood-red eyes reflecting the firelight. Come on, Perlis is tired, she doesn't want to think anymore, just tear up whatever is in her way. An absolute chill spread out with Perlis as the center. Even the cold wind of winter might not have such a strong suppressive power. Perlis slowly approached the wolf pack, her slender white fingers tightly grasping the butterfly knife in her hand. Come on, I'm on my way to kill another green-eyed jerk and wouldn't mind practicing a few moves before he does. However, just as Perlis got closer and closer to the wolf pack, the situation suddenly changed: "Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu" As if it had sensed some kind of aura, the wolf leader suddenly lowered its head and let out a weak cry like a newborn baby. Its front legs then slightly retracted and curled up. Then, the wolves behind it did the same thing, all curled up in a huddle. So that’s how it is. Are you scared too?
Whatever, no matter where she goes, she will be treated as a monster, whether by humans or wolves, what difference does it make? Pearlis continued to walk forward expressionlessly, and the wolves slowly retreated to the surrounding area, making way for her. In the cave, the white-haired girl calmly walked among the wolves. They huddled together, terrified of the girl walking beside them, a more powerful predator in their eyes. ...... 6) Blood and Steel (Part 3) The room belonging to Pace was not the largest in the mansion, and for some strange reason, it did not seem to have been occupied by the soldiers of the Legion during the exile of the Monarch family. Apart from some accumulated dust, it was relatively tidy. Pace hastily cleaned the dusty floor, lit the fire in the fireplace, and then sat down at the desk next to his bed. Staring at the raging snow outside the window, he couldn't help but wonder: Where is Perlis now? How will she get into the Iron Fortress? Go straight in through the front door? That seems like her style... or will she come up with another good idea? No, will she come up with good ideas? In the process of getting along with her, she never bothered to think of those fancy ideas. She was conceited about her abilities, but she could always perfectly prove her conceit. However, all this has nothing to do with Pace. The mansion has been taken back, and now he needs to shoulder the responsibility of the head of the family and revitalize the entire family. Compared with this, the life and death of a federal man who had only known him for less than a week seemed insignificant. The wind and snow outside the window hit the window fiercely, and this blizzard seemed to have no intention of slowing down. Unconsciously, Pace clenched his fist on the table unconsciously. is it really like this? Pace remembered the day when Perlis had an asthma attack and passed out after drinking medicinal wine. The cheeks of the sleeping Perlis were slightly red, her breathing gradually became steady, and her sleeping face was as peaceful as a baby's. Pace slowly pulled up the quilt to cover her body. He wanted to leave and go back to his room to have a good sleep, but when he turned around and wanted to leave, the girl behind him murmured in tears: “..Don’t..Don’t go..Wuwu..” It was like a bolt of lightning struck Pace's heart. He returned to the bed and looked at Perlis's nightmare-like expression. "..We agreed..You won't lie to me this time..Woo woo..."
Perlis' eyes were closed, but her brows were frowned, as if she was suffering from some kind of torture. A small white hand slowly stretched out from under the quilt, gently waving it as if trying to grab something. As if by instinct, Pess held Perlis's hand and gently comforted her: "Don't be afraid...Brother is here..." Pace closed his eyes and the face of another girl appeared in front of him. When Lianna was bedridden, she had the same uneasy look on her face as she was haunted by nightmares. That day, Pace held Perlis's hand until she safely woke up from the nightmare. Then Pace sat tiredly in her room and fell asleep. That day, in Pace's dream, he dreamed of Lianna Monaco again. No matter how Pace deceived himself, he could not regard Perlis as a passer-by. He truly and clearly saw the shadow of Lianna in Perlis, and saw his own sister. However, things have developed to this point and it is too late to say anything. He held high the banner of "for the family" to deceive Perlis, and eventually she ended up going to the Iron Fortress alone. No invader has ever been able to enter the Iron Fortress, let alone emerge alive. "Depend on!" Pace slammed his fist on the table. The pain from his fist gradually eroded his fatigue, and a feeling of powerlessness and emptiness gradually took over the main melody of his nerves. If it weren't for Perlis, he wouldn't even have the chance to return to this house, but he was so incompetent, so incompetent that he had to watch a little girl go to the most dangerous Iron Purgatory in Thebes alone. Pace lowered his head slightly and sighed deeply. How incompetent I am to let things develop to this point. "Clap." The door was gently pushed open. Pace looked up and saw the old butler walking slowly towards him with two glasses of wine in his hands. "Some vintages were basically taken away by Venia. I found a barrel of 82, which is probably the earliest one." The old butler placed the wine on the desk and slowly sat down at the table. Pace stared at the glass of wine, which reflected the light of the fire and emitted a very beautiful purple halo. But he was in no mood to drink at the moment. The old butler took a sip of wine silently, and looked at Pace with his old and calm face. He did not speak, just waiting for Pace to sort out his thoughts. After a while, Pace said: "When she left...she cried." Pace looked at the old butler at a loss, his expression anxious and powerless. "Why... is she crying?" The old butler picked up the wine glass, took a sip, and then said:
"What do you think, young master, is to Miss Perlis?" It's...what? Yes, who was he to Perlis? Perlis certainly couldn't regard him as a brother, and it was even more impossible for her to have any feelings of admiration for him... Could it be...a friend? Pace looked at the old butler tremblingly. The old butler seemed to be able to read Pace's mind and nodded without comment. It was as if something suddenly became clear, and in an instant, Pace understood the tears that Perlis shed before she left. If she had simply been deceived by her enemies, she could have simply expressed her anger. An extremely horrifying fact was laid out before Pace: even though Perlis had never said it herself, she, who had always been a loner and kept strangers away, also regarded Pace as her friend. A true friend. To her, Pace's deception was not a lie from an enemy, but a betrayal from a friend. Betrayal, not lies. Pace stared blankly at the wine glass glowing in front of the fire, and his vision gradually became blurred. That little girl probably never had many friends...? In a trance, guilt climbed up Pess's heart like a poisonous snake, burning his conscience like the scorching sun. Pess remembered the various little emotions that Perlis had shown in front of him countless times, whether it was shyness, gratitude, or concern, these were emotions that she, as the [Blade of Babel], would never easily show to others. Friends...? Why did Pace realize this so late? Was it because of his low self-esteem? No, maybe it was because Pace never really treated her as a girl. Perhaps subconsciously, Pace has always regarded Perlis as a tool to achieve his own goals, as the lofty [Blade of Babel], so even if he has more superfluous emotions, he forced them to be suppressed and put the first goal first. Moreover, how could a man who relied on deceiving girls younger than himself to achieve his goals become friends with the girl who broke into Thebeth alone to avenge her father? Pace recalled the countless nights immersed in the sound of clinking wine glasses. He made so many excuses and spent so many nights telling himself that he could not take revenge because the Thebits were too powerful and because he was outnumbered. He found countless excuses, but in the end it was all a matter of environment and it was not Pace Monaco's fault. Then, she came, alone, accompanied by the drizzle in the misty night. One person faces Thebeth, a city made of iron and blood. Pace longed for such an existence, but he could not become someone like Perlis. If it were not for that lie, he could not even get close to someone like Perlis. I am such a despicable little person, how can I have the qualifications to spit on Venia Irenforno? In a trance, Pace remembered his father's words again: "We are noble, but what is noble is not our surname, but our character, a steel-like character forged in the ice and snow." What made the ancestors of the Monarch family open up the present-day Thebite on the snowy mountains? Was it the cunning of the Wilkins? Or was it the cruelty of the Federation? No, no, neither.
What once made the Monarch family stand firm was its steel-like character that could not be shaken by anything. Not by lies or tricks, but by pure, powerful character that faces the cold wind and blood. It relies on blood and steel. The old butler noticed the change in Pace's expression and breathed a sigh of relief. Under the old butler's approving gaze, Pace stood up and clenched his fists. "I'll find a way to make up for it." "Great, it's great that you can figure it out on your own," the old butler nodded. "If the foundation of the Monarch family is built on lies, then it is only a matter of time before it collapses again." The old butler stood up, picked up the glass of wine that belonged to Pace from the table, and handed it to him: "Drink." Pace stared at the wine that was glowing purple under the fire, then he took it and drank it all in one gulp. "Vans, please help me. If I don't come back..." "Oh, don't worry, young master. As long as I'm still here..." The old butler's eyes suddenly became sharp, and for an instant, something flashed in them that startled Pace. "Even the Iron Lord has to step over me." The old butler immediately regained his smiling face, bowed to Pace, and left the room. But Pace stood there, unable to let go for a long time. Vaguely, he seemed to realize the old butler's former identity. ...... 6) Blood and Steel (Part 4) The journey in the cave took longer than Perlis had imagined. After passing the wolves, Perlis walked for another two hours. As she went deeper and deeper, the terrain in the cave gradually changed from flat to uphill, which made Perlis's pace much more strenuous. No wonder this place was abandoned...it's obviously more of an escape route than a freight passage. Wait...could it be that this was actually designed as an escape route, but was misunderstood as a freight passage when the house was taken over by the Iron Lord after the [Unification War]? If this is true, then the Irenforno family is really...stupid...right... When she thought of the workers who were forced to transport goods through this extremely difficult passage, Perlis couldn't help but worry about them. She would believe it if someone told her that there were people here who died of exhaustion from transporting goods. As the journey progressed, the natural stone walls of the cave were gradually covered with bricks and tiles. Perlis heard faint human voices gradually coming from above her head. As she moved forward, all kinds of miscellaneous noises became louder and louder. It seems that we have reached our destination. Soon, Perlis came to a small compartment with a wooden ladder on the mossy brick wall and a locked trapdoor on top. After passing through the trapdoor, you will reach the Iron Fortress. I wonder which part of the fortress this door leads to? Perlis swallowed her saliva, then slowly began to climb the wooden ladder on the wall. The ladder was slippery and it had been a long time since anyone had cleaned it. This made Perlis feel nauseous, but she had no choice.
When she reached the top of the ladder, Perlis placed her hand on the trapdoor. After passing through this door, you may face Ivar at any time, you know? A voice in Perlis's heart said so. Before I knew it, I have been in Dibit for such a long time, and a lot of things have happened... although most of them cannot be considered good things. So, let's finish this last thing. Perlis took a deep breath, and she gently melted the lock of the trapdoor with the tip of her butterfly knife, and then pushed the trapdoor slightly open -