Chapter 1517 Fox Fire (big chapter seeking monthly ticket)
Consul's Palace
Rot raised his head, his gaze passing through the narrow window to the howling blizzard outside and the brilliant radiance descending above it.
"Fox Fire?" He stared at that radiance, frowning slightly.
The wrinkled parchment lay casually to one side. He rose to his feet and looked beside him.
A roaring fire burned in the fireplace, its warm glow crackling through the silent room.
Beyond the reach of that radiance, in the shadows between the walls, the world seemed to be sinking into a dim silence.
Invisible darkness seemed to surge from those shadows, waving its claws and teeth as it devoured the faint firelight.
The blazing flames suddenly flickered, as though brushed by the cold wind outside, their light suppressed.
"Bertha?" Rot raised his head and called the maid's name toward the shadows.
But the whole house remained silent, as silent as if eternal night had already fallen.
Little Girl raised her head, staring wide-eyed at the sword slashing down from above.
She opened her mouth to scream, but the sword was simply too fast. Before she could even cry out, its flash had already struck He Ao's back.
Bang--
The red-glowing sword shattered like an icicle striking solid rock, exploding into countless scattered fragments.
As though he had not felt anything happen behind him, He Ao raised a hand and gestured for Little Girl to close the wooden box in her hands. "You can't keep this box open for long."
Little Girl's eyes widened, her mind unable to process what had happened. Her body instinctively followed He Ao's instruction, closing the wooden box.
Only after a while did she come back to herself and stammer, "elder brother, behind you..."
"It's fine." He Ao shook his head,