In the smoke, the tobacco in the cigarette begins to glow red and shiny.

The killer remained silent.

"In the end, there are only a very small group of people who, for various noble or stubborn, rational or absurd reasons, insist on coming even if they know your details, and will risk their lives to kill you, even if they sacrifice their lives.

.”

Working hard without caring about one's own safety, exchanging one's life for one's life...

[If you can’t win, then you don’t do anything?]

The stone-sculpted Lausanne II thought of something, and his frozen expression finally moved.

The flame of the lamp is barely noticeable, but penetrates the layers of tobacco unstoppably.

"Only at the end are the subordinates of the big man in the kingdom: those unimaginably luxurious lineups, those extreme masters who all have names and surnames and can confront you head-on - they can't go all-in at once.

, please note that you are just conceited, not a fool."

What if he retreats and escapes midway, or if he hasn't been consumed enough yet, he should gather his strength to fight back...

Belicia pulled back her wrist and took a puff of her cigarette.

The cigarette butt burned brightly for a moment and spread quickly.

"After all, it's easy to kill an extreme master, but difficult to catch him."

If you want to catch him in the huge Emerald City or even in the South Bank Territory, it will be even harder.

Yes, capturing an extreme killer alive requires so much preparation.

Or, capturing an extreme killer alive only requires so much preparation.

Belicia put down her cigarette and exhaled a puff of smoke.

As she moved, the cigarette butt immediately dimmed, leaving only ashes in the burned place.

While Belicia spoke calmly, Lausanne II remained silent.

I see.

He thought calmly.

That's why he discovered in the trap that his opponents were sometimes strong and sometimes weak, sometimes soft and sometimes hard, some were respectable and some were despicable, and they would even be suspicious of each other, making him chopping melons and vegetables with ease, and sometimes in a panic.

, forcing him to adapt back and forth between dismissing bastards and dueling masters, consuming physical strength, straining energy, and confusing cognition, just like, just like...

"Quirk," the killer said hoarsely, "That trap is like a quagmire."

He stepped in and fell into a sticky and annoying struggle, but he always felt that the obstacles on the road could be broken with a snap of his fingers, the trap in front of him was not unsolvable, and the tower in front of him was within reach...

Until it sinks deeper and deeper.

Unable to move.

Belicia smiled, closed her eyes, raised her head, and took a puff of cigarette.

"Knife bitch thinks she knows your weakness and thinks she can control you by shedding some blood... Feisuo was so frightened that she threw money to hire people and hid in a corner where no one knew about her.

Dare to show yourself... The big shot sitting in Kongming Palace has nothing to do with you hiding here and there. It is said that even the famous royal guards can't catch you..."

The vampire killer was still staring at the dark ceiling, motionless.

"But only I, only I know, what your true background is."

Belicia exhaled a breath of hollow and insubstantial smoke.

"Lausanne II, you are a killer with temperament, and you are also the killer with the most personality and style - this completely distinguishes you from those mediocre peers who work for money and fame, and work for the top: you are more dangerous and more proactive

, more unpredictable.”

Belicia snorted disdainfully.

"So, dear, remember: the person who caught you was not Katharine, not Feisuo, not the big shot in the kingdom who had no fingers in the soil, and not even their lackey," Belicia said calmly, "but

I."

she.

The girl who always had empty eyes, depressed brows, and a lonely and heavy smile, the girl who would sit on the roof with him and watch the sunset quietly.

"I see."

Lausanne II lay peacefully in the dark shadows.

"It's always been like this."

Belicia took another puff of cigarette and added coldly.

But that's all.

Whether it was then or now.

She walked up to him and forced herself to look down at the prisoner without taking her eyes off him.

But she soon discovered that when this moment arrived, she was not as relieved and happy as she had expected.

On the contrary, when Lausanne II slowly looked at her, there was no anger, no injustice, and no pain in his eyes.

And just a touch...

sorrow.

Belicia's heart tightened.

"I remember that you don't smoke often," the killer said softly, "unless something bad happens."

It's a very annoying, annoying thing.

"Isn't it bad enough to see you?"

Belicia turned her head sharply and stopped looking at him.

"Besides, this is not an ordinary tobacco, but a rare product of Kongming Palace exclusively for dignitaries - it is silky smooth in the lungs and has a full aftertaste."

Belicia closed her eyes and sighed in the smoke:

"You know, whether it's Turnbull, whether it's Faisal or Knife Bitch, I'm starting to understand their choices: after all, who wouldn't want to be born with this?"

Lausanne II was silent for a second.

"But if you were born this way..."

The killer said in a deep voice:

"How can you understand their choice?"

There was silence in the dungeon.

Until Belicia snorted coldly.

"Tell me, before you were captured by mistake, you finally climbed up to that high tower. Did you see the scenery up there?"

The woman threw away the cigarette butt and changed the subject:

"Is it true that as long as you stand on top, everything below will become extremely small and insignificant?"

What greeted her was still silence.

After a while, Lausanne II’s voice sounded faintly, full of deep fatigue:

"Let's go back."

Belicia frowned.

"Go back to what?"

"Get out of here, go back," the killer said in a calm tone, "Don't have anything to do with anyone or anything here again."

Belicia was silent for a while.

"That's it? Nothing more?"

Lausanne II closed his eyes in the shadows.

"Yes, let's go. Once you get out of this door, don't look back."

Belicia did not reply immediately.

Her breathing slowly quickened.

A few seconds later, the woman's footsteps sounded, getting closer and closer to the killer.

"The culprit who caused your misfortune is right in front of you," Belicia said coldly, "And this is your reaction? Let me go back?"

She got farther and farther away from the light, and the shadow cast by her gradually faded away.

The dungeon is illuminated again.

"As for the group of people outside the door," Lausanne II ignored her questioning, "no matter what they want you to do, what benefits they have promised you, what threats they have made... you should not participate."

"You are so calm and indifferent, don't you have the slightest bit of unwillingness or resentment?"

Belicia stamped out the cigarette butts on the ground and spoke urgently.
To be continued...