Chapter 45 Chapter Forty-Four

"Long time no see." Heath smiled slightly, "I heard you were in the dungeon." I cleared my throat: "Thanks to your concern, I'm coming out now." I swallowed desperately, trying my best not to let my voice tremble in front of the enemy, so that I didn't seem as sad as the scene in front of me . "I can see that." Heath nodded, "You're standing here. And this is not a dungeon." "Really? So what's here? The Tower of London?" My mind suddenly cleared, and it seemed that fear brought me courage.I gazed calmly at my enemy. "Looks like I've just passed from one dungeon to another. Visiting your poor prisoner brother." I gestured to Lotbar.

"He's not my prisoner." Heath glanced at him. "I'm your prisoner," retorted Lotbar. "She's right." Heath frowned and stared at his brother. "She's playing tricks, can't you see that?" "I want to go out, can't you see it?" "Get out? Where can you go? You can't remember anything..." "Even if you move the whole castle and give me all your belongings, I still can't remember." The other party interrupted him, "You imprisoned me in this tower for five full years!" "That's just the timing of the birds," Heath emphasized.

"It's been long enough. I'm sick of this life. I'm not interested in birds at all. And there are too many plants here, and I'm allergic to pollen." He sneezed loudly. "We can go somewhere else," Heath said patiently. "As long as this is over, the whole world will be ours." He looked at his brother, taking his attention away from me. I put all my eggs in one basket.I know you only get one chance.If I miss, I will surely die.Besides, I didn't even know if I could succeed.Maybe I made the dumbest decision ever, but I'm running out of time.I can't always wait for D to figure everything out for me.I stroked the slippery ring on my finger.Some things, I have to do it myself.

Many things, I have to do it myself. There is a table behind me.When the two brothers on the opposite side were arguing, I eliminated all distracting thoughts and concentrated my energy. I held the ring tightly, imagining that D was beside me, imagining that I had his speed, and at that moment, I moved my position. My movements were so fast that I didn't even have time to react.When I realized what I had done, I found that I was already in Lotbar's arms, clutching a letter opener just taken from the table in my hand, and the sharp edge of the knife pressed against the other's throat.So close, I could almost smell the blood oozing from beneath the thin skin.

I was worried that I would not be his match, but obviously I was overthinking.My guess is correct, Lotbar is nothing more than an ordinary man at the moment.I blush at my meanness, but I am proud of my courage. Heath changed his face.I don't have mind reading skills, but I believe that at this moment, a thousand thoughts have already changed in his mind, each of which can kill me like a cockroach.But he can't do anything about it.Because Lotbal was between us, and the sharp blade in my hand was almost in his throat. Lotbar remained motionless, his eyes lowered, staring at me in his arms without blinking, as if petrified.

"Let me go." I said to Heath in the most vicious tone I could pretend, "Otherwise you will kill your brother with your own hands." I paused for a second, "This is not the first time." Heath narrowed his eyes: "Don't play with me, human girl. You are different from me." He said contemptuously, "You are not a killer at all." "I may look human, but I also have your father's blood in me. The mightiest Lotbar, remember?" I licked my dry lips. "Since you mentioned this name..." The other party pulled the muscles on his face and let out a sneer, "So are you really sure that a letter opener can kill him?"

"I'm not sure, but we can try." I hid my trembling fingers desperately, and stabbed the letter opener a little into the man's skin.I feel drops of scalding fluid dripping down my fingers, Lotbal's throat rolling tensely.But he didn't say a word after all.I put my arms around his neck tightly. He is so tall, but he is just an ordinary person in front of me. And I'm not ordinary.I regret not realizing it until now. "Stop!" Heath yelled.I was deeply moved by his nervousness.But frankly, if I hadn't just happened to overhear his conversation with the second black robe, I wouldn't have dared to bet on Lotbar.Apart from emotional factors, I know that Heath will never allow his brother who was finally resurrected to be in danger again.Because any small action related to Lotbar will affect the prophecy of the twins.

Although my threats worked, I didn't feel good either.As the blood trickled down Lotbar's neck, my throat felt like a knife-like pain.I gritted my teeth desperately to hold back a moan that was almost out of my mouth.I suddenly realized in a panic that if Lotbar's pain tolerance index was higher than mine, maybe I would have fallen before I achieved my goal. "What are you going to do?" Heath asked in a deep voice.He's running out of patience now, I can tell. "Send this guy to hell." I snorted at Lotbar, "He's a dead man, he shouldn't be alive at all."

"He sacrificed himself to save you back then," Heath reminded me. "It was a mistake. I didn't kneel down and beg him to take my life, did I?" "I should have killed you in Venice!" "Get rid of me? Then you'll never see your dead brother." I smiled. Heath stared at me intently.It's no fun watching him get angry.Believe me, I actually don't want to laugh at all.Besides, the pain in my neck is killing me.The other party was still bleeding, and my fingers were sticky, as if I was holding a handful of melting chocolate.I couldn't even look up into Lotbar's eyes.

"Let's just guess a riddle..." I managed to maintain my collapsing composure, and said in the most leisurely tone I could pretend, "If I kill your brother who knows nothing now—you know I can do it—then the prophecy of the twins will be broken. You alone can't rule...well, anywhere. Am I right?" Heath was silent for a moment: "You better not give me a chance to kill you again." He said to me clearly, "You know I will be careful this time, and I promise you will never come back." "So, I changed my mind." I blinked my eyes, "Since I can't kill him, let alone just walk away-this won't solve the problem at all. Then there is only one last option left." I paused "I have to take him with me."

Heath froze for a moment, he looked almost laughing. "You think you can make it?" maybe i can.I took a deep breath, wrapped one arm around my hostage, and said to him in thought, "Hold on to me, I'll get you out of here." I wasn't sure Lotbar would hear me, and if He actually heard it, and I'm not sure he would cooperate.After all, I just stabbed him. But I believe in miracles.Because that's my only hope of living. In the next second, with all my strength, I slammed the heavy metal letter opener into the glass window just a few steps away. Under the heavy blow, the exquisite mosaic glass was completely shattered, and the colorful fragments of the swan and the little prince were blown outdoors by the strong wind.But this is not the rich and sticky tropical air transpiring in the plant greenhouse, like an invisible blanket, covering every corner tightly.The wind that blows in through the broken window is colored.It was moist and cool, mixed with sliver of rain, and in an instant, the thick milk-like mist engulfed the entire room.