Fagga rested his chin on his hand, his brows furrowing instantly.
His thoughts were somewhat confused; in his view, there were too many possible reasons.
The reasons stemming from her own vampire identity, the fourteen million dollar commission, and Ryan's personal circumstances...
Each one is possible...
well.
Fagga couldn't help but sigh, feeling a sudden headache.
But soon, a warmth came from Fagha's palm.
Fagar turned his head and saw Ellen holding his hand. He watched as Ellen intertwined their fingers and slowly pulled them up, letting the back of Fagar's hand touch her cheek, feeling the warmth of her shyness.
The feeling of their heartbeats stretched out, and neither of them knew exactly how long it lasted.
Eileen only knew that her lips were a little dry, and when she spoke, her voice still trembled uncontrollably: "Are you feeling better?"
"Um."
Fagar nodded gently, staring blankly at Elaine, a warm feeling suddenly welling up in his heart, and a slight smile appeared on his lips.
But soon, Fagga pulled his hand away, turned his back to wipe the dust from his eyes, and said in a cheerful tone, "Sigh, I didn't expect you to comfort me."
But Eileen was immediately displeased. She slapped her tail on the ground and yelled, "Hey, is it something shameful to be comforted by a senior?"
"Pretty much... Hey, Miss Eileen, put your hands down first, get to work! We're carrying the reputation of Victoria Housekeeping right now."
Although he knew that Ellen was pretending to be angry and acting cute, Fagga still surrendered with his hands raised and changed the subject under the pretense of work.
It's obvious that this works well.
Eileen gave a soft snort, finally putting down the giant scissors in her hand, and said, "Then let's hurry up and go. You should know where the Ether Battery has been moved to, right?"
"certainly."
Fagga gave an affirmative answer, his blood-red eyes gleaming with confidence.
No matter which path someone takes, no matter how many layers of concealment are applied, traces will inevitably be left behind.
Moreover, the other party didn't seem very professional.
Although the dust on the ground has been cleaned up, this place is empty, and more importantly, what about the concentration of ether?
Just like dust that has been stepped on, it will inevitably be a thinner layer than the surrounding dust.
The same applies to ether concentration; wherever someone has stepped on it, the color under a vampire's vision will always be lighter than other places.
Therefore, it wasn't long before Fagga arrived after taking a few detours.
However, upon reaching the door, Fagga suddenly stopped.
Eileen was puzzled and nudged Fagga on the back: "What's wrong?"
Faga hesitated for a moment, then suddenly laughed out loud: "I take back my previous assessment of them."
Looking at the tightly locked door before him, Fagga carefully sensed the unusually dense concentration of ether emanating from within, and couldn't help but sneer:
"They're not unprofessional, they're extremely professional!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Fagga stepped forward and pressed the doorknob.
With a creak, the door suddenly opened.
The first thing that catches the eye is the area not far away, almost right next to the door.
There were several ether batteries piled up there...and several corpses of people dressed in rebel uniforms.
Looking further away, you can see a dining table not far away, with a damp doll sitting on it.
There is a dividing line running through the center of the doll, black on the left and white on the right.
Fagga and Ellen entered the room and shook their heads at the sight before them: "These guys are really professional!"
"In order to lead us to our deaths, they died first."
"They're taking advantage of the fact that we have no choice but to come in in order to get the Ethereum batteries."
"but..."
Fagar slowly took off his coat, his wings suddenly spread open, and he immediately drew his sword from the parasol in his hand, a purple light flashing on the blade.
Meanwhile, Ellen also hoisted the giant scissors onto her shoulder and stomped her toes on the ground.
"If we can win, then wouldn't your deaths have been in vain?"
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