There seems to be something wrong with the fairy world

Qinglan's eyes dodged slightly: "I never thought of hurting you, even if it was tearing off your clothes."

Ansair was startled, and grasped the flannel blanket unnaturally.

Qing Lan stood up, looked around, and found her scattered clothes on the carpet.Qinglan didn't ask anything, just silently picked up the clothes, put them on and turned them down from the window sill.

Ansair sat on the bed, bowed his head deeply, and gently stroked his lips with his fingertips. After half a sound, Ansair adjusted his mood, and rang the bell beside the bed expressionlessly. The maid Come in with the housekeeper and serve Ansair to wash up.

Qinglan returned to the apartment and changed her clothes. The moment she touched the pocket of the clothes, Qinglan felt something and took out a strange note from the pocket.

"Hunters have the consciousness of killing gods, and when stimulated and strongly negative emotions are likely to kill out of control."

Qing Lan pinched the note and frowned lightly. This was definitely not given to him by the woman. If the woman had stuffed him with a note, she would definitely feel it.

Qinglan checked the door lock and found that the keyhole was slightly scratched, and Qinglan's heart rang an alarm.

Qinglan hurried to the castle, Ansair just finished mass, Qinglan stood behind Ansier, Ansier seemed slightly relieved, and spoke to Qinglan.

"My uncle, Duke Eddie held a ball tonight, you go with me." Ansair looked Qing Lan up and down, and told the housekeeper, "Go find him a better dress."

"After lunch today, go out with me to do some shopping." Ans Elweden said, the butler pulled out a chair and invited Ans El to take a seat.

When Ansair was handling the letters, a little bird jumped on the window sill. After seeing Qing Lan, it flapped its wings a few times and landed on Qing Lan's shoulder.

"Qingqing." The little baby pecked at the button of Qinglan's clothes: "Do you remember what happened last night? That scream."

Qing Lan nodded slightly, and fixed her eyes on Ansair who was reading the letter carefully.

"On Cleveland Road last night, someone died." The little baby tilted his head: "You should know that person."

Qinglan looked sideways, feeling a bad premonition.

"Her stomach was cut open, and the red skirt was soaked in blood." The baby's childish voice was filled with regret: "This time it's a real death, and the police and detectives have already started collecting evidence there."

Qing Lan frowned slightly, what the woman said yesterday, and the information on the note kept gathering in Qing Lan's mind.

After Ansair finished his lunch, Qing Lan followed the disguised man and left the castle. Ansier seemed to be in a good mood, so he took Qinglan to the gold shop and carefully selected them.

"There is something I want to tell you." Qing Lan was beside Ansair, leaning slightly towards him.

"What's the matter?" Ansair turned his head to face Qing Lan.

"She's dead." Qing Lan stared at Ansair closely.

"Who?" Ansair didn't respond.

"The elf who looked for me yesterday." Qing Lan lowered her voice.

Ans Elton paused, and looked at Qinglan dissatisfied: "You don't think it's me, do you?"

Qinglan was silent, she didn't mean that.

"Yes, I said yesterday that she deserves to die, but she is a member of my clan, how could I kill her? You don't believe me." Ansair's tone was a little hasty.

"I saw the letter you handled." Qing Lan suddenly said something out of nowhere.

Ansair moved his lips, but said nothing.

"You ordered those heretics to be executed." Qing Lan said calmly: "You know those people are contestants."

"Yes." Ansair generously admitted: "I am using this method to earn points. I have never seen those people. Maybe they are elves, maybe they are human races. All races are treated equally. High-level competitions, I You have to go all out."

"I'm not accusing you of what you've done." Qing Lan said calmly, "I just want to warn you that the hunter is nearby, and your actions are too obvious."

Ansair pursed his lips and turned his head in embarrassment, but his heart felt warm.

"Huh? What a coincidence." An enthusiastic voice came, and Lance strode over and slapped Qinglan on the shoulder.

Ansair stared at the visitor unkindly, his sharp eyes could kill.

"Oh?" Lance looked at Ansair, a little surprised: "Did I see you somewhere?"

"He is my friend." Qing Lan looked at Lance seriously.

Lance suddenly turned his head and saw the hair under Ansair's hat, with a suddenly enlightened expression on his face: "Blonde hair, this is the crush you told me about before?"

Qing Lan was slightly taken aback, and Ansair was also taken aback.

"Brother, your hair is well maintained. No wonder you are so fascinated by Colin. Please teach me?" Lance rubbed his messy curly hair.

Qinglan and Ansair fell into a strange silence, Lance spoke to himself, unceremoniously exposed Colin's secret love history, and talked about the sour poetry book, Ansair's originally cold eyes , quickly turned into a puddle of spring water.

They didn't know how they said goodbye to Lance, and returned to the castle. After Ansair retreated from the maid in the room, he rushed forward and kissed Qing Lan's lips fiercely.

Biting Qing Lan's lip was slightly swollen, and Ansair reluctantly left. Qing Lan wanted to say something, but in the end she chose to remain silent.

"Baby." Ansair kissed Qinglan's forehead: "I love you."

Qinglan felt some physical discomfort, her Adam's apple moved slightly, and she turned her head away.

Ansair held Qinglan's hand, and the two sat facing each other and stared at each other, as if they couldn't get enough of seeing each other. Ansair and Qinglan intertwined their fingers and held each other tightly.

There was a knock on the door, and Ansair came back to his senses, showing a faint smile: "Honey, I'll help you."

Ansair helped Qinglan take care of the dress, striving for perfection in every aspect, Qinglan kept silent, watching Ansair busy.

"Baby, look at me trying so hard." Ansair picked Qing Lan's hair: "I want to read the poem you wrote for me."

Qing Lan let out a breath, and responded heavily: "Those were all written by Ke Lin."

Ansair was taken aback, Qinglan couldn't bear the sad expression of being deceived: "Why didn't you say it earlier?"

"If you like it." Qing Lan pursed her lips: "I can do it too."

"What can you do?" Ansair's eyes lit up.

"Write poetry." Qing Lan helped Ansier tie up her hair behind her back.

In Ansair's eyes, he was satisfied with his success.

Duke Eddie is well-known as a good old man. He is kind to his servants and his family. He is even more kind to his knights and the little lord.

A high-class ball was extremely lively, and people from all the major families came to participate. Colin followed behind the shining prince, looking a bit inconspicuous.

Ansair made an elegant appearance, staring indifferently at the nobles who saluted him.

Duke Eddie warmly greeted him and invited Ansair to sit up.

"Your Highness." The Duke was very satisfied with his nephew, but he still said, "Be kind to your people."

Ansair nodded slightly, and told Qing Lan behind him: "I have something to talk to the Duke, you go and eat something."

Qinglan left consciously, the dance here is very strange to Qinglan, but it does not prevent Qinglan from tasting the food here.

The aristocratic ladies and wives who came and went looked at Qing Lan, and the moment they saw Qing Lan's family emblem, they almost all raised their heads proudly and left.

"This gentleman." A housekeeper came over politely: "Who invited you?"

"Duke Eddie." Qing Lan was a little confused.

There was contempt in the butler's eyes: "I'm afraid you remember wrongly. Duke Eddie didn't invite you. The lowest status to participate in this ball is also the viscount, not the viscount's son who doesn't even have the right to inherit."

Qinglan understood, and said lightly, "I'll follow His Highness the Prince."

"Then what about your Highness Prince?" The butler recognized that Colin was a crazy young man who wanted to enter the upper class, and beckoned to the guards: "Kick him out."

The noble ladies and gentlemen noticed the situation here and watched from a distance. Qing Lan frowned and explained: "I am the guard of His Royal Highness."

"How can there be a guard who doesn't follow the master and walks around?" The housekeeper waved: "Drag him away!"

Qinglan looked at the guards who surrounded her with a blank expression, and unbuttoned her dress.

There are more and more people watching, obviously ladies and ladies rarely see this kind of scene.

The strong guard came up and grabbed Qing Lan's arm roughly, Qing Lan cleverly grabbed the guard's arm back, and threw it over the shoulder in a chic and neat way, and everyone around was amazed.

The three guards looked at each other and rushed up together. Qinglan used his lightness kung fu to dodge deftly. Behind the guard, he unceremoniously kicked a guard's ass. The guard's center of gravity was unstable and fell fell to the ground.

The remaining two guards turned around and punched Qing Lan. Qing Lan squeezed the fist of one guard with one hand and dodged the attack of the other guard.

Qinglan had a bye and fell over the guard who was clenched in fists, and the knight who was watching the excitement in the crowd suddenly widened his eyes.

"Come on!" The butler was frightened and hurriedly summoned the guards.

A man stood out suddenly, wearing the emblem of the Royal Knights.

"Please forgive me, this gentleman is my friend." The knight walked towards Colin and asked the butler politely: "What happened?"

"Oh, Sir Harwell Knight." The butler saluted, with a cold expression: "This gentleman entered the ball without being invited, and rudely injured the guard of Duke Eddie's house. Please help me to send this gentleman to the police. Office."

Knight Harwell was stunned: "Is there any misunderstanding? As far as I know, my friend is not such a person."

"But that's the truth." The steward was very firm: "Knight Harwell, for God's sake, help us."

"Please wait a moment." Another man walked out of the crowd and showed his ID to the housekeeper.

"Mr. Inspector." The housekeeper saluted the man a little excitedly: "Please stop this villain!"

"I'm sorry." The man spread his hands regretfully: "I just want to tell you that I saw that he did come in with His Highness the Prince. They went upstairs together, and this gentleman came down alone after a while. It must be His Highness and His Royal Highness. The Duke has something to say, so..."

The housekeeper's expression was a little broken: "You, did you see clearly?"

"It's true." The man looked serious.

The butler immediately apologized to Qing Lan and asked for forgiveness. As a viscount's son-in-law, what Colin should do is to forgive the rude butler of the Duke's family.

Gonghou Bozi is male, the class is there.

Even if it was Colin's father who came, for the sake of the Duke, he could only forgive him.

Qing Lan stepped forward to thank the inspector, but the man looked at Qing Lan interestingly: "Do you want to know why I keep observing you?"

Qinglan looked sincere: "Maybe it's the Lord's will."

The royal knight Havel on one side, seeing Qinglan's expression, rubbed his arm unnaturally.

"Indeed." The man squinted his eyes: "This morning, no, to be precise, at night, a gangster died on Cleveland Road, and the death was ugly."

"Ah!" Colin slightly expressed surprise.

"Coincidentally, that bastard seemed to ask a nobleman for money the day before." The man stared at Ke Lin sharply: "I didn't expect the Lord to let me meet that nobleman who was full of debts."

The man's tone eased: "Why don't you explain first, where were you from nine to eleven last night? Mr. Colin Osmandin Richmond."