In the room where the faint firelight was flickering, a blood light suddenly lit up in the middle. The blood light quickly expanded and finally formed an oval blood-red vortex the size of an adult.

After a moment, a figure jumped out in a panic, and the blood-red vortex gradually dissipated. The figure was gasping for breath, and just when he was about to get up, an arrow silently emerged from the blood-red vortex behind him, which had dissipated to the size of a fist, and went straight to the figure's chest.

In an instant, the arrow was behind the figure. Just as the arrowhead was about to hit the figure's chest, a hand emitting red light suddenly stretched out from the darkness and grasped the arrow shaft.

Click!

Suddenly, there was a sound of wood breaking in the quiet room. The figure who came out of the bloody vortex turned around in panic and looked at the man in the luxurious robe in front of him. He was stunned and let the broken arrow fall on the wool carpet that was obviously worth a lot of money. Mur looked at the figure in front of him with a black and red cloak in tatters, wounds all over his body and even a broken arm. He said indifferently: "Guette, tell me what happened."

Hearing Moore's question, the stunned figure suddenly lowered his head, not daring to look into his eyes. He knelt down on the ground, trembling all over, and lay in front of Moore.

Moore looked indifferently at the figure who suddenly fell in front of him. His expression did not change at all. He said indifferently again: "Tell me what happened."

The figure trembled even more violently, looking at the red and green patterned robe in front of him with fear and trepidation.

Looking at the silent figure, Mur's emerald green pupils gradually turned scarlet, "Guette!

tell me!

what happened!"

While he was giving the order loudly, a red light suddenly flashed in his eyes and shone on the back of Guette's head, who was lying on the ground. Guette felt as if the back of his head was hit by a stick, and he became dizzy with severe pain.

After a moment, Guette raised his head in a daze and looked at Moore with lifeless eyes.

"Tell me what happened."

Moore asked again.

"Before, you asked us to erase the clues left in Kovagli. The matter that Bandy went to deal with may have left some clues. When Black Mist Serkan and I went to deal with it, we found people from the Shadow Leopard Knights. They seemed to have discovered something and were heading towards Coral Castle..." When he said this, a struggle appeared on Guet's face. Moore frowned when he saw this, and then the red light in his eyes became brighter.

"Uh... I... Black Mist and I wanted to stop them, but we didn't expect that not only did Black Mist die at the hands of a young man, but I was also no match for the Shadow Leopard Knight.

Finally, the young man escaped, and I was held back by the Shadow Panther Knight. Twenty knights came from behind, and I had no choice but to... leave one arm behind and escape."

At the end of his words, Guette began to roar unconsciously, his face turned from dull to ferocious, and he began to desperately try to break free from the control of the red light.

Moore stared at the face in front of him which was becoming increasingly ferocious, and his expression became a little gloomy.

"What do you think they found?"

“Maybe... maybe... maybe it’s a clue about the food and supplies that were delivered the day before yesterday.”

Guet's struggle became more and more intense, and Moore's face turned ugly when he heard this.

"Then why didn't you die there, but escaped back instead!"

Moore roared and punched Guete in the face. With a flash of blood-red light on his hand, he knocked Guete to the ground.

After being knocked to the ground by a punch, Guet finally broke free from the control of the red light. He was a little angry at Moore's control at first, then he thought of something and became panic-stricken. He hurriedly crawled to Moore's feet, lowered his head and begged in a trembling voice.

"My Lord, please give me another chance. I will never mess things up again."

"Give you another chance?"

"With Marco's ability, he can find us as soon as he gets the slightest clue. He's probably already sent people to wipe us out. What's the point of keeping you around?"

Moore looked at Guette who was begging with an indifferent look, and his hand began to flash a dangerous red light.

"Sir, we...we can evacuate and come back after a while, and the plan can still be implemented."

Guete felt a growing sense of danger ahead, and raised his head hastily and made a suggestion.

A grim smile appeared on Moore's face.

“Leave here?

Admitting your failure?"

The face became increasingly ferocious, and Guete felt a chill in his heart, and cold sweat broke out on his back without him noticing when.

“If we really leave, do you think Marko can let us return to Kovagr again?

You will once again become mice wandering the wilderness!

And I will lose everything, completely to him!"

“Absolutely not!

The plan can still be implemented, as long as it is delayed for a while longer."

Moore suddenly calmed down and looked at Guet with a slightly weird smile.

"I can forgive your mistakes in this operation and give you another chance, provided that you do not make any more mistakes in this mission."

“What mission?

My Lord, I promise...I promise I will not let you down this time."

Guet looked up at the figure in front of him with some joy, not caring about the strange smile on Moore's face.

"Take the little bats in the manor to Cohen Prairie and stop the people sent by Marco for a while."

"What?"

Guet suspected that he had heard something wrong, and the person in front of him asked with some confusion.

Moore looked at Guete with a smile, walked up to Guete and extended his hand to him.

Looking at the smooth palm in front of him, Guet hesitated and stretched out his only remaining right hand and held Moore's palm.

Pulling Guete up from the ground, Moore repeated it again.

"A rather difficult task. Take the manor's bat-winged demons and stop those knights for a while."

"What!

This... this, sir, can you change the task? I'm worried that I won't be able to complete this task well..." This time, Guet was sure of what Moore said, swallowed his saliva and said nervously.

Moore still looked at him with a smile.

"Don't worry, I'll just hold you back for a while. Later I'll give you more resources to help you move up to a higher level and give you a higher position."

"As long as you hold on for a while."

There seemed to be an invisible power in his voice that bewitched Guete.

Guette's eyes began to become confused...