Anthony stood silently by the table, with a sarcastic sneer on his lips.

Although the owner of the bar did not understand the meaning of the lion symbol, he was still a smooth guy. He immediately fell to the ground and lay on the ground obediently.

"It seems that your dignity is not as noble as your mouth."

Anthony snorted, sat back on the sofa, and pulled down the table curtain.

He glanced at his side, and saw that Luen was still lying there, his chest moving up and down regularly, sleeping like a happy pig.

In fact, he was not as calm as he showed. He could even feel the heart in his chest beating extremely fast at this moment.

For no apparent reason, he suddenly wanted to light a cigarette.

But he didn't have the habit of smoking. He sighed and quietly opened a gap in the curtain. He happened to see Baron Pietro, who was furious but had nowhere to vent, being pushed and dragged away by the bar owner, leaving only

Valentina and the singer with black hair and black eyes.

“Very good momentum.”

Valentina opened the curtain and sat across from Anthony. She took a sip of the wine in her glass and narrowed her eyes with a smile: "He doesn't look like the boy who cried when he was bullied when he was a child."

"The boy you are talking about is you, right?" Anthony also took a sip of wine and replied expressionlessly.

"Tough talk."

The blond girl put the ring back on the ring finger of her left hand, turned the side with the lion engraved on it towards her, casually tied up the hanging curtain, looked at the singing girl waiting outside, and smiled softly: "

Miss Sally, now I want to hear a reunion song."

The black-haired Ceylonese singer nodded. Without any musical accompaniment or anyone's harmony, she stood in front of the wine table and sang softly. There was a silver bell-like crispness in her voice,

At the same time, it seems to contain a kind of "sandy" sadness.

She sang a song for them both in Ceylonese, so tender and sad.

As the girl's skirt swayed, Anthony's eyes gradually became brighter.

Valentina had never seen this side of him before, so she couldn't help but fell silent, thinking about what this boy had gone through in just a few years, so that she could resonate with such a vicissitudes of life in a song.

After a while, Anthony raised his head again and looked at Valentina: "What was she singing?"

"Hell, you don't even understand the lyrics, and you can be so moved?" Valentina couldn't help but start to think about whether art is really universal and does not distinguish between national boundaries.

And language?

"What's so touching?" Anthony reached out and moved Lunn's head away from his lap: "Just now this guy was so crazy that he kept biting my thigh."

"..."

Valentina raised her eyebrows and explained: "This is a Ceylon folk song. The main idea is that two lovers separated when they were young, but met again after they got married."

"It's a very good song, but it's obviously not suitable for the current situation." Anthony smiled, reached out and took out two gold coins from the bag on the side, put them in the hands of the singer and sent her away.

But after the singer took the gold coins, she had no intention of leaving. Instead, she picked up the wine bottle on the table and helped Anthony add wine to the cup.

Taking the opportunity of leaning over to refill the wine, she whispered in Anthony's ear: "You go quickly! You have made Baron Pietro lose face here, and he will not let you go!"

Anthony was startled, then smiled nonchalantly: "I'm really looking forward to something he can do."

"You...you still don't know who he is..."

"I don't care who he is, but if he still has a conflict with a Borgia after revealing her identity, then this Baron named Pietro must be tired of life."

Anthony smiled and patted the singer's shoulder, showing that he accepted his kindness.

Although he usually shows an friendly attitude towards everyone in Frença, that is because he regards everyone here as equal - it is a kind of equal "looking down".

Not to mention the baron of this place, even the earl looked the same in his eyes. How could a noble from Valinor take a baron from such a small place to heart?

Sally seemed hesitant to speak, but in the end she just bowed and left in a hurry.

Valentina smiled, lowered the curtain again, and said, "By the way, you haven't told me which extraordinary path you have chosen?"

"Well, it's a very special way." Anthony thought for a moment, and then thought it would be better to confess to his childhood friend: "I mean, 'Witch', you know, right?"

"puff!"

Valentina rarely lost her composure. She spat out all the red wine she had just poured into her mouth. Before she could even wipe it, she looked into Anthony's eyes in shock: "Little Anthony, are you serious?

?”

"certainly."

Anthony seemed to have expected Valentina's reaction. He handed over a handkerchief and nodded: "Generally speaking, the extraordinary paths are now controlled by various church officials, and as you know,

An illegitimate child with no status like me has no right to obtain such a thing as a 'magic potion', so I can only obtain the potion formula through some special channels."

"I know." Valentina continued to nod with a sullen face: "If it's just the 'Witch' path, it would be a bit too special, right?"

"What's special?"

Anthony looked at his childhood friend in confusion: "It's just a strange name, right? Although I have never seen a man I know choose this path, but for me, being able to step into the extraordinary is enough.

Isn’t it?”

"Ahem..."

Valentina coughed a few times, then returned to normal. She smiled and raised her glass: "That makes sense. In fact, among the people I know, no man has ever chosen this path."

"yes."

Anthony sighed and said: "This name does not sound good, but at present, it seems that the ability is indeed very practical."

"I once summarized the characteristics of this approach."

Valentina crossed her legs, hooked her slender toes gently, and played with the crystal wine glass. Her eyes rarely seemed a little blurred: "For you, it should be that before the seventh sequence, you should attract women, and after the seventh sequence, you will attract men.

"

"What's the meaning?"

Anthony felt that his mind was in confusion, whether it was because he drank too much or something else. He found that what the woman in front of him said made him more and more confused.

"If you can reach that height, you will naturally know what I mean." Valentina said with a smile. She felt that the childhood friend in front of her was much more pleasing to the eye now than before, and she even wanted to be with her.

He calls brother to brother, oh no, it is the urge to call sister to sister.

"If I remember correctly, Sequence 9 of the 'Witch' path seems to be an assassin?"

"right."

Anthony nodded: "A very practical ability. Now even at night, I can see things around me clearly, like an owl on a tree branch."

"That's just right."

Valentina pointed at herself: "Let me introduce myself, I am the 'scammer' of sequence 8 of the 'wrong' path."

"..."

As soon as the girl finished speaking, the boy wearing gold glasses opposite her immediately cast a suspicious look at her: "Is it true?"

"Take your look away, I don't like it very much!" Valentina's good impression of Anthony immediately disappeared.

"I didn't mean anything else..." Anthony immediately explained: "It's just that in my impression... you used to be... pretty innocent, right? I didn't expect that in the end...

Choosing such a dark path...it’s really hard to believe.”

"Yeah, just like I never thought that you would choose to become a female...an assassin." Valentina also sighed: "When I think that we will become the same kind of people in the future, what is actually more shocking is that

Let me."

"Who is the same person as you?" Anthony obviously could not understand the meaning of the girl's words. He snorted coldly and said: "You are the eldest lady of the Borgia family, and I am just a poor illegitimate child."

"But we have the same goal, don't we?" Valentina raised the cup in her hand, and without explaining her words, she followed Anthony and said: "As an expelled person, you always have to return to that cold place.

And go to far away places.”

"No." Anthony shook his head, and there was a rare hardness on his face at this moment: "I am not a loser who was expelled. The reason why I left Valinor is for greater things."

"Has anyone ever said you have a loud tone?" Valentina stood up and stretched: "That's it for today, I'm a little tired."

"Someone told me secretly that you might have a tone." Anthony raised his head, his expression changed, as if the person who was sitting there talking just now was a completely different person.

"Get lost."

Anthony sighed, stretched out his hand to pick up the drooling Lun beside him: "I'm leaving first."

"I won't send it."

Valentina raised her glass and chuckled softly: "Just throw this brute directly into the police station. He usually sleeps in the spare bedroom in the police station."

At this moment, there was the sound of heavy footsteps outside, as if a large group of people wearing boots were approaching from a distance, mixed with the loud neighing of horses.

All the guests in the bar were stunned. What is going on?

Is an army about to pass through the hotel door?

Anthony put down Len and exchanged glances with Valentina. Both of them immediately realized that they might be in trouble.

"Wait here for a moment." As he said this, Anthony strode towards the door. Through the open door, he saw at a glance several men in uniforms and riding white horses.

They all had short guns on their backs; most importantly, Baron Pietro, who had left here before, was also riding on a beautiful white horse.

This is the mounted police. They stopped at the door of Marceau's bar and sounded the alarm.
To be continued...