As he spoke, a dark mist suddenly rose around him. The mist gradually enveloped him, like a hazy and dark cocoon. This cocoon made of mist beat regularly like a heart, and then turned into

The thin vine shape slowly sank into Lester's skin.

With a slender and straight figure, a handsome and soft face. Lester, who had turned back into a young man, took two steps forward, raised his hand and gently pinched Ilsa's chin: "You should listen to what Constantine said, no matter what, I am a man."

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"You should be wary of me."

He lowered his head slightly, and Ilsa's fair face was reflected in his dark eyes, faintly swaying under the light.

Ilsa blinked her eyelashes lightly: "People who have real intentions will not remind me specifically."

Lester stared at her quietly, and Ilsa didn't stop her. She let him look at her freely. After a while, Lester suddenly sighed regretfully, "You should give me some reaction."

Ilsa: "?"

Lester let go of his hand, leaned back, and put his hands on the end of the bed: "Your reaction is too cold. Is it because you don't like my type?"

Ilsa showed an expression of appreciation: "You guessed it right."

"This is really sad." Lester's face showed no emotion related to sadness at all, "I thought I could take the opportunity to see your cute side."

Ilsa was immediately dissatisfied when she heard this: "What do you mean by this? Am I not cute now?"

"It's cute, but not what I think is cute..."

Lester leaned down, his voice was soft and hoarse, like a murmur, "You know, I like the expression of humiliation and unwillingness. That is, pitiful and cute..."

"Then you should indeed be sorry, because such a 'cute' side will never appear in me." Ilsa interrupted him calmly.

Lester paused slightly: "Really?"

"Yes, so you'd better go to bed early." Ilsa turned around and walked towards the door and said, "I still have something to do, so you don't have to wait for me to come back."

Lester: "Don't you need me to accompany you?"

"No need." Ilsa waved her hand without looking back and closed the door with a bang.

"Will it never appear..."

In the empty room, Lester murmured in a low voice, as if recalling something, and smiled suddenly.

Ilsa has already made her schedule for tonight.

It's very simple, there are only two things - go to the God of Fertility to take back your divine power, and assassinate Glenn.

That's right, she planned to fight quickly and kill Long Aotian tonight.

After all, this person's body is covered with thorns, and he may be a variable at any time. It is better to kill Glenn as soon as possible to save her from having many nightmares at night.

After careful consideration, she decided to go to the God of Fertility of the Earth first, and then go to Glenn. This was also to prevent being killed by Glenn. The extra divine power would give her a greater chance of winning. It was always right to be cautious.

After deciding on the course of action, Ilsa walked towards the library.

It was already late at night, and almost no one was walking around in the college. Ilsa quickly arrived outside the library door based on her memories from the day.

The library is tall and grand, and this ancient and elegant building is still brightly lit even in the middle of the night. Ilsa walked to the main door and found that the door had been locked, with a small wooden sign hanging on it - "Closed"

Entry is prohibited during this period."

It seems that the only option is to go through the window.

Ilsa looked around and picked a blind corner with lush trees. She released a ray of divine power to test upwards. The divine power turned into a light golden butterfly and flew to the thick glass window. As it penetrated inside, an invisible ripple suddenly shook the butterfly.

Must be crushed——

"There are restrictions." Divine thought reminded Ilsa.

It seems that it cannot be forced to break through.

Ilsa thought for a while, and was about to release more divine power to test, when a biting chill suddenly surged behind her——

"Who?"

The coldness condensed into a thin and sharp edge, as if a sharp sword was pointed directly at her back. Ilsa turned around slowly, and sure enough she saw a cold silver sword tip pointed directly at her.

The handsome and distant blond knight was standing in front of her with a sword, his figure was tall and tall, and he was bright and noble. The moonlight reflected his blue eyes, which were clear and cold.

Templar, Alan Lindbergh. I didn't expect to see him here again. It seems that her luck is not good.

Ilsa was silent. Just as she was thinking about how to answer this, the moonlight slowly shifted and illuminated her face.
Chapter completed!