An elderly butler walked up to the carriage, opened the door slowly and gracefully, then spread a snow-white kerchief on his arm, and held it up flat.
Inside the carriage door, a hand stretched out, elegant, delicate, and slender like an orchid, and rested on the butler's arm. On the ring worn on the middle finger, the deep sapphire the size of a quail egg made almost everyone stare straight at it. The only thing that made people feel a little awkward were those slender nails that were five centimeters long. The lines of the nails were impeccable, but they were decorated with black and red patterns, which made people shudder.
Coming out of the carriage was a woman dressed in an old medieval court attire. Her hair was coiled up high and tied into a bun with a golden rosette headband. She looked to be in her early twenties. Her light gray eyes were typical of aristocratic indifference, and her skin was so delicate that it might be blown apart by the wind at any time.
No matter from which angle, she met even the most demanding standards of classical beauty.
As soon as the woman got out of the carriage, the residents of Yorkston Town immediately forgot about their neighbors who had been killed and were still lying at their feet. Most of the people here had never seen a woman with smooth skin in their life, let alone the old-fashioned dress on her and the jewels that were enough to make the eyes of the ladies in old ages red with jealousy.
Almost everything around this woman was so out of tune with this era.
To be precise, it was extravagant beyond the reach of people's imagination.
The excited crowd hustled and pushed towards the carriage step by step. As long as one was in a group, even the weakest person would have inexplicable courage, not to mention that in this era, the difference between man and beast was already blurred.
Just when people were about to lose control of their emotions, a guard suddenly raised the muzzle of his gun, and the gun muzzle burst out with fiery streams of fire. Amidst the torrential gunshots, hundreds of bullets easily tore apart the flesh in front of them, cutting an abrupt hole from the crowded wall!
It wasn't until the entire chain of ammunition was fired that the guard lowered the already hot heavy machine gun, and no expression could be seen on his dull face, as if what he shot just now was not a dozen people, but just a dozen animals. In the ears of all the townspeople of Yorkston, the click of the guard changing the bullet belt was so clear and cold. The sheriff swallowed hard, and quietly hid his Uzi behind him.
The woman didn't even glance at the scene of the massacre. She had been staring at the girl from the moment she got off the carriage. She gracefully raised her hand, pointed at the girl with her black and red fingertips, and said, "I want this girl."
Her tone was unquestionable and undeniable. It was not only an order to the boy, but also an order to the butler. The butler bowed slightly and said, "As you wish, Madam."
The boy understood that this was an order and there was absolutely no room for negotiation. From the moment the woman got out of the carriage, he kept his head down and didn't even glance at her.
However, his body trembled uncontrollably.
Every time the woman took a step closer, his trembling became stronger.
The old butler who used his arm as a handrail followed her step by step, but he walked outside the carpet respectfully and cautiously. Although he was walking among the bloody ruins, the old butler's leather shoes were spotless, and unlike the servants, his soles were also clean.
In fact, every step he took never really touched the ground.
The woman walked up to the boy, stretched out her hand, and pulled the girl from behind him to her front, bent slightly, looked carefully at the girl's incomparably delicate face, took a long time to let out a breath, and praised: "Such beautiful eyes."
From her birth, the girl was as beautiful as an angel. As she grew older, her beauty increased day by day. Perhaps because of her age, the girl didn't know how to be afraid, but looked back at the woman with some curiosity.
From the beginning to the end, the boy stood with his head bowed, motionless, allowing the woman to pull the girl away. Although he was wrapped in a thick blanket, he couldn't hide the trembling of his body.
The woman looked at the boy in surprise, nodded, and said, "It's me you are afraid of, not my subordinates. Very good! It seems that you are a smart boy and know what choice to make. Do you think what choice I will give you?"
The young man was silent for a moment, and then said: "I am alive, she is yours. Or if I was dead, she would be still yours."
The woman was even more surprised, not because of the boy's answer, but because of his voice. Her tone softened, and she asked, "Tell me your name."
"Lee."
The boy was silent for a moment before saying a word. He needed to control the shaking of his body to keep his voice steady.
The woman showed a slight smile: "Okay, Lee. My full name is Angelina Finn Lanaxis. I took this girl away. You can't protect her now. Only with me can she unleash her talents. Remember my name, if one day you are strong enough, you can come to me. Well, now, show me your face."
She leaned forward and used the long nail of her left index finger to lift the boy's jaw. The distance between the two faces was less than ten centimeters, and the mysterious fragrance in her breath even completely enveloped his face. Then, she used two nails to slowly pull off the bandages that were wrapped around the boy's face. These bandages looked very dirty, but strangely there was no smell.
The sharp points of the black and red nails slowly slid across his skin.
The old butler standing aside lowered his head, only looking at the toes of his leather shoes.
The guards all turned around, with their backs turned to this side, and the weapons in their hands were pointed at the crowd of onlookers.
Those dark gun muzzles made the townspeople of Yorkston smarter, knowing that it was not enough to just bow their heads, in order to survive they had to turn around.
In the midst of extreme silence, the sense of time became a problem. It seemed like only a moment, and it seemed like a long time.
At some point, Angelina pulled back the boy's bandages, covered her mouth with a smile, and said, "I'm looking forward to the day you come to see me!"
After speaking, she took the girl's hand and walked towards the carriage.
The girl didn't cry, nor did she show any resistance. She just looked back frequently all the way until the door of the carriage blocked her dark blue eyes.
It wasn't until the four-horse pulled carriage drove away from Yorkston that the boy slowly raised his drooping head.
At this moment, he still didn't know the true meaning of the name Lanaxis.
He also didn't know what the Spider Queen of the Blood Parliament meant to this era.