Chapter 43 Her Anger is a Dormant Volcano
The small controller flew up and down in Arnold's hand, and Lilith's heart began to beat irregularly like it.
Maybe if Arnold made a mistake and the controller fell to the ground or was accidentally touched, her heart would explode like a balloon.
Is she sweating? She doesn't know that her palms have become slippery and sticky, but she has no time to wipe them.
Lilith took a deep breath, and an inexplicable smile appeared on her pale and cold face. She did not wait for the other party's permission and simply sat down, sitting on the same level with Arnold.
The blue eyes blinked, and a smiling voice came out.
"Of course, whatever the lord says is good, but it's a pity to use such a precious thing as a protective shield on me."
She asked tentatively, her eyelashes trembling slightly.
"Alice is indeed a powerful guide, gentle, kind, and possesses all the best qualities. However, such a person might not be willing to betray the Empire. Why don't you prepare for both scenarios?"
Elderberry branches sprouted from behind her, their flexible branches extending infinitely in the cold space. In an instant, they had already occupied all four walls.
Claire's Kangal bared its fangs as if threatened, but dared to stay still. Its innate sixth sense made it aware of the danger.
For the first time, surprise appeared in Arnold's eyes. He looked at the blonde girl in front of him with a hint of interest.
"Oh? Your spiritual power level has increased? That's rare. A guide's potential isn't easy to improve. C-level? No, I'm afraid it's close to the B-level limit."
He stood up hastily, and the hyena with two heads suddenly appeared like lightning and bit the elder tree trunk.
The damage to the spirit body will also affect the human body. Lilith's facial muscles twitched, and the pain of her soul being torn apart made it almost impossible for her to control her expression.
Danger, the threat Arnold brought to her was far greater than that of her five sentinel husbands, chaos, nausea and indescribable fear,
The biting continued, and the white-gold flowers fell to the ground in a mess. Lilith raised her head, unwilling to miss the emotions on Arnold's face even though her head was aching.
After thirty seconds, or perhaps a minute, Arnold waved his hand, and the two-headed hyena disappeared. He stroked his chin, as if thinking about something.
"Although your spiritual level has increased, whether it's C-level or B-level, it's meaningless to me. You're just a piece of trash. I can train a higher-level guide from scratch."
"But they're not as useful as me, are they? My identity as a fake daughter has been exposed. Duke and Duchess Catherine will not allow me to continue to exist. I only have the Federation to rely on. My Lord, I will become the most important flag."
Lilith stood up despite the severe pain. Her shaky body made her look so fragile, like a delicate flower in the wind and rain. But she stretched her spine firmly, vowing to show her presence.
"Sir, the Far Marching Army will be recruiting in a month. I can join them and become bait for the Federation to spy on military intelligence. The S-rank guide will be yours, and control of the Far Marching Army will also be yours."
The silence was like an uneasy omen before the coming of murder. After a moment, Arnold finally smiled and patted Lilith's shoulder affectionately, applying a little force with his rough fingertips.
"That's a good suggestion, Lilith. I've always been optimistic about you and I believe you won't let me down."
After saying that, he glanced at Claire, his seemingly friendly eyes carrying a hint of deep meaning.
"Okay, why don't you take Lilith to change her clothes? The guide is a fragile creature. If she gets wet like this and gets sick, I'll be worried."
"Thank you for your concern, sir."
Her thick eyelashes, as thick as crow feathers, drooped slightly, covering Lilith's clear pupils and also covering her unyielding hatred. Her anger was like a dormant volcano, silently suppressed in the dark underground.
It's not enough. Even if she temporarily reaches a truce agreement with the male protagonists, it is not enough. Her life is still in the hands of the Federation. She may not fear death, but her life must be in her own hands.
"Ms. Lilith, we're here. The hot water is ready, and I've prepared a set of clothes in your size. The toiletries are also what you're used to. If you need anything else, you can call me."
Claire stopped in front of a dark blue door, his tall figure almost touching the door frame. He did not keep the necessary distance, but just stood in front of Lilith with an extremely oppressive posture.
In this situation, Lilith had to raise her head to look him in the eyes.
"Or, if you need any other services, you can also..."
"Kneel down."
Beyond the teasing voice, another unquestionable cold command sounded. Before Claire could even retract her smile, her body had already kneeled on the ground as a conditioned reflex.
In the red-carpeted corridor, the ambiguous pink light shone on his broad back. A trace of surprise flashed in Claire's eyes.
The leather boots, wet from the rain, had been wiped clean on the red carpet long ago, but the uneven soles were covered with dust, which now fell on the clean white uniforms of the guards.
As expected of the captain of the guard team, even the muscles in his thighs were strong and firm, like a piece of stone. Lilith stepped on it expressionlessly, lowering her body slightly.
"Claire, you've overstepped your bounds. If you do it again, I might make you kneel before me in disgrace, under the gaze of so many guests at the auction house."
A dog is a dog. Once the owner gives in a little, he will become more aggressive. Claire's change of attitude is a dangerous signal.
Lilith knew that if she showed any sign of fear, the seemingly loyal puppy in front of her would suddenly bite her.
She reached out her hand and casually patted the side of his face. It was a rather insulting gesture, but when she did it, it carried an indescribable temptation.
The next second, Lilith kicked the tall captain of the guards down, opened the door and walked into the room.
Before the door was completely closed, a low, hoarse laugh came from the crack of the door.
"I am overstepping my bounds, Lady Lilith. I hope you like the gift I gave you and enjoy it."
“Click~”
When the door closed, Lilith immediately realized that something was wrong. What gift?
In the quiet room, besides her cautious breathing, there was another suppressed gasp, like a hiker in the scorching sun.
It's the direction of the bathroom.
Lilith walked over slowly, stretched out her hand to open the beaded curtain, and in the porcelain white bathtub, a man who was tied up was lying in it struggling.
Black satin covered his eyes, with red ropes entwined around them, but nothing else.
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