Under the bright moonlight, both Anne and Anthony were sitting on the doorstep. Only Qiangwei, who had entered the spiritual world for the first time, was like a curious child, looking around at the scene in the spiritual world.

While waiting, Anne seemed very quiet. She tilted her head and looked at the rose in front of her, trying her best to see where the resentment wrapped around her came from, but she had no clue. She just felt something special.

When the moon moved to the center of the night, Anne finally couldn't help but speak and interrupted the silence: "If I remember correctly, you have the ability of a 'divineer'. Can you check the source of her resentment?"

"no problem."

Anthony reached out and took off the pendant from his neck, then shook it gently in his hand and made a simple judgment of good or bad, only to find that the pendant was flickering with a faint red light for no reason.

"Not a good sign."

The fortune teller sighed slightly, then came to Qiangwei's side, sketched the ball of light, entered meditation, and entered a deeper level. Only she can bargain with you, and the spiritual world unfolds before your eyes.

This is using the technique of "dream divination" to allow oneself to "communicate" with each resentment on Rose's body in a spiritual environment similar to dreaming.

Only through communication can we get answers.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuu"

At the moment when he was half asleep and half awake, Anthony heard a passionate horn blast.

He couldn't help but frown and looked up, only to see countless pale and transparent figures emerging.

"Friends, give him some time."

Just when he had a splitting headache, Annie's clear voice sounded in his ears.

The next moment, most of the transparent figures left Anthony's dream, leaving only a very small part of them, wrapped around Rose's body like a heavy chain.

Anthony frowned, stretched out his right hand, and touched one of the chains.

His eyes suddenly blurred, and his head seemed to have been split in two. One half was observing calmly, and the other half saw a "mirror".

In the "mirror" is a young girl holding a long sword in her hand. Her face is still immature, she looks like she is twelve or thirteen years old at most.

She was only wearing a pair of shabby clothes, with heavy shackles on her ankles that had not yet been released. She leaned tremblingly on a dirt wall, breathing heavily, and her white face was splattered with blood.

As a spear flew from a distance, the life that had not yet had time to bloom came to an end.

…

The "camera" turned suddenly at this moment, and it was another girl.

Similar age, same shabby clothes, same heavy shackles.

But what is different from the previous girl is that her face is full of madness, and she is holding a heavy iron sword for training and slashing at the wooden dummy.

She was sweating profusely and panting.

Her expression spoke of pain, and her moves were wild and unpredictable.

This kind of slashing method is more like fighting for one's life than training.

.....

The last person to appear was a girl.

But unexpectedly, Anthony actually knew this young girl.

In the picture, her face was full of fatigue, standing on a battlefield, surrounded by corpses.

Her linen clothes were so torn that they could barely cover her body, and her body was stained with blood. She only held a dagger in one hand, and the people around her called her "No. 13."

But her name is Qiangwei now.

...

A huge memory appeared in Anthony's mind. He was half immersed in it and half observing calmly.

Suddenly, he completely understood what happened to these girls: this was a spectacular "meat-mincing contest" held by the nobles. It was even a cruel and twisted gladiatorial event that had never appeared in history:

Those high-ranking nobles sent their children, those illegitimate daughters who were not needed, into a special training institution after they turned twelve years old to train former princesses to pick up sharp weapons to fight.

And when they are fifteen years old, they will go to the Colosseum to meet their destiny.

If a girl wins the game, she will not be released, but will only face the next battle after a short rest.

But this is not a bad taste of the nobles, but to select the next candidate who is outstanding enough to become the most loyal guard of the "Prince of Roses".

And Qiangwei is the only survivor of this gladiatorial event.

Her former name was "Number 13", but after winning the final battle, she got the new name "Rose".

Anthony told Anne what he saw and heard, but Rose beside him had no reaction at all.

"How many people did she kill?"

After a brief silence, Annie asked.

"Three hundred and twenty-seven."

The person who spoke was not Anthony, but Qiangwei who was standing nearby. At this moment, her eyes were lowered, looking at the resentment wrapped around her body, and she looked very dull, as if she was just telling a simple number.

"Very good, it seems that you are already heartbroken."

Anne smiled: "No wonder Basel said you would be a very useful weapon. After all, weapons don't need a heart, right?"

Qiangwei said nothing, staring blankly at the cold moon in the night sky, her eyes gradually becoming dazed and distant.

Annie sighed and felt the air was stagnant for a moment, and the sound of the wind seemed particularly clear.

"Is it too late to come now?" Annie stood up from the ground.

"What?"

Anthony was a little confused.

"Well, let me think about it."

Anne looked at the fountain not far away: "A woman who was poisoned and cursed by her mother, had an affair with her brother, killed her husband and led to the destruction of the country, is also my sister, or in other words

, my teacher, the only astral spirit here who can speak, was once an omniscient transcendent."

Anne thought for a moment and finally made a conclusion: "And now he is just a sad dead soul."

"Kekeke..."

The moment Anne finished her words, a charming and debauched laughter, even with some kind of magic, sounded in the garden: "Very good conclusion. It seems that you learned a lot of new things while you were away, little Anthony.

.”

Immediately, a cold hand was placed on Anne's shoulder, without even the slightest hesitation on the other "Anthony".

Annie stood up, looked back and smiled helplessly: "I just used the adjective you once gave yourself, teacher."

At this moment, the attention of both Anthony on the side and Qiangwei on the other side was attracted, and it was difficult to look away from Anne's back.

Behind Anne is a very beautiful girl. She is slightly shorter than Anne. She is wearing a set of hand-sewn velvet dress embroidered with golden roses. When she is not smiling, she is as quiet and beautiful as the first snow on the distant mountains of Almi;

At that time, it was extremely bright, like the brightest sunshine above the clouds.

Both she and Anne have pure black hair, but the difference is that her long hair reaches waist length and is fixed with a hair ring set with fine diamonds. She looks like a very noble princess.

"You have become more beautiful than before."
Chapter completed!