Buck and Jerbo's faces looked a little bad. Sevena rested for a long time after dinner. At that time, her spirit was still very quiet and peaceful, which was the normal state of her impatient personality in the tasks these days. But the situation now has changed a lot. In the impression of the two of them, Sevena went down to the basement for no long time. Buck herself had not even finished smoking the cigarette in her hand, let alone the wine in the glass, and she had only had a few sips.

There were obviously many differences in Sevena who walked out. The volcano that was in an explosion in spirit was gushing out countless energy. The emotions were already on the verge of losing control, and the excitement and heat emitted from her body quickly filled the entire spacious hall. It became impossible for Buck and Jerbo to not want to feel it.

Sitting back on the chair beside him and resting, Sevena recalled the feeling of being contaminated on her body in her mind, and rubbing her palms to find the heat that had not yet dissipated on her palms. The burning eyes of Buck and the others who looked over became completely air-like objects, and she ignored them.

"Because the airport was blocked by the defense team in the Oria region, in order to avoid unnecessary risks, the Holy Emperor Hall dispatched small airships from the surrounding areas to pick us up. The arrival time is tomorrow afternoon. At that time, we will disguise ourselves as travelers and take the airship with their luggage to leave." Gerbo said at this time, but it was obviously for Sevena in front of him. "They reminded us that we must ensure that several people are alive and have basic thinking and speaking ability." There was still a warning voice with a worrying smell.

But Sevena's current state did not allow her to listen to these words. She opened her eyes without answering, nodding, or looking at Jelp and the others to show that she understood. She poured a glass of wine in the empty glass with only half of the melting ice, and after drinking it in one sip, she was covered in a comfortable tone that was completely out of place with the serious atmosphere in the hall.

"Mr. Buck," Sevena put back the glass, then thought of something, looked at Buck and asked, "Where did you place the things you found from those two people in the car? I need to use some of them now."

"In the first room upstairs," said Buck. "Sevena, what do you want to do? Their things are also what the person in charge needs, and there may be information hidden inside. I don't want to be held accountable by the people above because they are destroyed."

"Don't worry, just take something that has nothing to do with it." Sevena stood up with a smile and walked up to the stairs on the second floor. "For example, sedatives or something, I think the existence and non-existence of this thing have no substantial impact on our mission."

"It's very fatal to not bring this thing out of the mission." Buck said with a sneer.

Sevena, who was walking on the stairs, replied: "I didn't say that this was for me. As the most basic task preparation, I would not make any mistakes on it."

"It's just that the people below may need it, I'll prepare in advance. I'm just as worried about their life state like you." But the tone in the words was not matched at all, but was full of mockery. This was just a casual speech after the emotions began to be excited.

Buck, who listened to these words, looked serious and he sucked half of the cigarette left in his hand in one sip, and then he slapped the cigarette butt into the glass ashtray.

"I'll go down and take a look." Buck stood up and said to Jerbo, the anger and helplessness that had nowhere to be vented coexisted.

In a hurry, Buck walked into the basement. The air had a feeling of oppression that was not in the room above. As a functional basement for storing things, the temperature also followed the standards in each basement. The air conditioning was very high, and the temperature was one step lower than Buck imagined.

During the day, he was out of control because he was worried that Sevina could not control herself. He had also come here a few times, but the temperature was not like this at that time.

The footstep sound of "dada" also seems to have a different feeling at this time. The basement has a quiet nature, and the low temperature seems to have an impact on the environment in the basement. There is a feeling of being frozen in the space, and the transmission of footstep sounds becomes able to hit a person's heart, as if it can truly transmit the vibration of the sound to Buck's body.

The tone became very crisp, just like not walking on the concrete floor now, but stepping on a hard piece of ice, the source of the cold coming up was those pairs of feet.

I don't have the mood to care about these things. Even if the temperature drops, this is not a question worth paying attention to for Buck now.

Speed ​​up and walk towards the room where the two surgeons were closed. The passage light was pale and there was no temperature inside.

At the same time, inside the room, Kshan's eyes wandered around blindly, and the broken skin on her wrist had scabbed. From time to time, she would glance over Casia beside her to see if there were any other changes. She had always been in the same body posture, Casia still buried her head tightly and did not speak. The only breath that could be sure of her survival suddenly decreased at this moment.

Kshan showed concern on her face, because the change was very fast, only less than two or three seconds. In the time range where ordinary people breathed normally, Cassia's original huge breathing sound had completely disappeared, as if it had never appeared. Only the white water vapor condensed in front of him seemed to have no intention of integrating into the surrounding air.

But this made Cassia, who had buried his head, look like a detained dead person. He couldn't breathe, and Kshan, who had a short distance, could not feel the rhythm of his breath at all. The ups and downs on his chest, and the unique breath in his body disappeared without Kshan's awareness. When her brain reacted as if she was aware of it, she could no longer capture that unique feeling.

The one who is now imprisoned by her seems to be a corpse named Cassia in front of her.

"Casia! Casia!" Kshan felt fear in her heart. She tried to call out to Casia, who had no movement on the side, but the result was obvious and she received no response.

His head became confused, and Kshan felt the sense of helplessness that arises in his heart. The words that continue to shout became increasingly powerless.
Chapter completed!