What was even more dazzling than the white waves on Isabelle's chest was her surging magical power. This woman didn't seem to know how to keep a low profile at all. She just let her aura out without any intention of hiding it.
And she did have the capital to do so. A fifth-grade mage under the age of 30, and a female at that, was rare even in Gudilesi. In contrast, Lolo, who couldn't even cast a single spell, was a little shabby.
However, the girl still had the sword in her hand, but her current situation was not optimistic. The only thing she could rely on, the Invisibility Spell, had been destroyed. George alone was hard enough to deal with, and now with Isabelle, the situation was extremely bad for her. Although there was a huge gap between the strength of the two sides, and Lolo also knew that her chances of escaping tonight were slim, given her character, she would not sit still and wait for death no matter what.
The head of the Bretton Family clenched the longsword in his hand, and was ready for the final battle.
And at this critical moment, the girl was unexpectedly distracted. Despite being in a desperate situation, Lolo was surprisingly calm. She didn't have too much fear and anxiety. In fact, from the moment she made the decision to come to the museum alone, she had already expected what might happen next, but she didn't regret it.
If she could go back in time and choose again, she would still enter this small building without hesitation, because as long as there was a trace of possibility, she would not give up looking for the whereabouts of Grandma Teresa. However, if she could know the existence of George and Isabelle in advance, she would be more careful and find other ways to deal with them other than using magic potions.
But at this moment, the girl's mind was not thinking about things like seeking the truth or revenge. Perhaps even Luo Luo herself was a little puzzled. In the last moments of her life, what she was most concerned about was not the vast snow in the north, nor was it the vast territory of the Bretton family, nor was it the castle that she had lived in since she was young. Instead, it was a small bakery that she had only visited twice.
The owner of the bakery had given her a bunch of keys.
That night, Lolo felt that she was very close to home. The girl stood in front of the small window that emitted a warm light all night. In the end, she did not push the door open.
If she were to leave this world one day, he would be the saddest person. She could even imagine the anxious expression on a certain someone's face the next morning when he found out that she was missing.
Lolo could only silently apologize in her heart.
The girl shook her head, trying hard to clear away those messy thoughts. She took a deep breath and prepared for the upcoming battle.
However, Isabelle did not even give her the chance to have a fair fight. Just as Lolo took half a step forward, the magic trap beneath her feet lit up. The shrub behind her that was originally only for decorative purposes began to grow rapidly under the catalysis of the magic elements. Two branches and leaves stretched out and grabbed the girl.
Lolo's reaction was not slow either. She raised the Elven sword in her hand and chopped off one of the arms, then dodged the other arm's sweep. But her resistance for the night ended here. Just as she was focusing on dealing with the two green arms, another arm stretched out from the shrub and grabbed the girl's ankle.
Lolo staggered and thought that this was too much. But since it was a shrub, and since the so-called arms were only made of branches and leaves, it was not surprising that a few more would grow out. Soon, Lolo was tightly bound by the rapidly growing branches, and she lay on the ground motionlessly.
Isabel yawned loudly, and her pajamas were full of spring again. She waved at George and said, "You're welcome."
However, the latter did not look happy at all. Instead, he frowned and said, "Didn't I say that I don't need you guys to do anything?"
"So I'm supposed to stand at the side and watch as the Bretton family's girl slip away from under my nose? Or should I watch her add a few more wounds to your body? "Isabelle said leisurely as she took out a small mirror and touched up her makeup.
George was not angry. He shook his head and said, "No one can escape from me. It was just an accident. Even if you don't do anything, I can still catch her."
"Accident?" The sorceress chuckled. "Don't you think that accidents happen to you a little too often? Half a year ago in Machiri, your left hand was almost chopped off, and in less than a month, you were stabbed seven times in Raven Valley … "
George sighed, "Who asked us to do such a dangerous job?"
Isabelle was amused by his answer. She closed the mirror in her hand and said, "I don't care about your messy fetishes, but this girl is to be brought back in one piece. I think you know what 'one piece' means."
George looked down at the hideous wound on his chest and blinked. "But the one who's not whole now seems to be me."
"If I remember correctly, the knight in Machiri who cut your left hand was dismembered by you not long after. The guy in Raven Valley was even more unlucky. You locked him up with a hundred hungry rats. The poor guy wailed for three days before he died."
"Ha, what are you trying to say?"
"I'm trying to say that although I still can't understand how you have fun, I'm very familiar with the general pattern of your fun. First, you're a masochist, then you become a masochist. This kind of change seems to bring you the most excitement and pleasure," Isabelle said lazily. "I'm sorry to interrupt your fun, but this time, I have to make sure you don't go too far."
"Isabelle, it's so sad to hear that. I'm not a cold-blooded person like Peter. How could I bear to hurt such a beautiful girl?" George smiled.
"No matter how cold-blooded Peter is, at least he's meticulous when he's carrying out his mission. You, on the other hand, are a complete lunatic. You knew what the orders were, yet you still pushed her into that well?"
George's smile didn't change. "I didn't recognize her identity until after that."
"Save that for the Chief Inquisitor," Isabelle said.
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