"Now we follow the original plan. We go to the cellar, put on the giant armor, and deal with the soldiers along the way. The little princess goes to the main gate of the mansion alone..." Pace said as he looked towards Perlis, somewhat hesitantly. "Are you sure your injury is okay? Don't you need me to send a few people to follow you?" "Don't worry, I'm fine," Perlis said lightly, "The soldiers of the legion are not the problem. The only one who needs to worry is Ivar." "Okay, now that you've said that," Pace swallowed and looked at Vans, "So...are you ready?" "I'm ready, bro." Vans showed a confident smile, winked at Pace, then turned around and shouted to the Monarch family members: "Okay, guys, there's a venison feast tonight, stop dawdling! Let's go and beat them together!" "Kill them!" "Charge!" "For the venison feast!" In the thick pre-war atmosphere, Vance led the Monark family's men in a menacing manner and swarmed into the cellar.

Soon, only Pace, Perlis and the old butler were left at the door. "Old man, are you sure you want to go in too?" Looking at the elderly butler, Pace asked with some concern, "From here on, it may be a tough battle." "Oh, don't worry, young master. Just like I said before, I can take care of myself." The old butler looked at Pace's worried expression and smiled with relief and calmness. “Are you sure…” "Okay, I'll go in first, old man. I guess you and Miss Perlis still have something to talk about..." The old butler was about to leave when he suddenly seemed to remember something and turned his head again: "Oh...right, I almost forgot...look at my memory..." As he spoke, the old butler searched his pocket and stuffed an object into Pace's hand: "This is...." Pace stared at the object in his hand, his heart trembling: it was a brooch in the shape of a snow sculpture head. Time had worn away its edges, but the snow sculpture eye inlaid with a ruby ​​still shone brightly. Pace had seen this brooch. His father wore it on his chest almost everywhere. It was the emblem of the Monarch family and the symbol of the head of the family. "For the family (Thebite)." Pace looked up with a dazed look in his eyes. The old butler was looking at him with a smile. The brooch in his hand became heavy, but Pace pinned it on his chest without hesitation, and then responded: "For the family (Thebite)." The old butler nodded slowly, and without waiting for Pace to say anything else, he dragged his old body slowly towards the entrance of the cellar and disappeared among the weeds and vines. In the end, only Perlis and Pace were left at the cellar door. "quite pretty."

Pace turned his head and saw Perlis looking at him silently. White breath came out from between her lips in the cold air. "So, we'll say goodbye here for now?" "Well," Perlis said indifferently, "Don't die, okay?" "Don't worry, my brother is still very strong, Pace." Pace put on a very confident smile, but his hands were shaking slightly, and Perlis saw it all. Poor guy, he is probably using disguise to protect himself, right? How could Perlis not notice that? Look at the look on Pes's face as he used the axe to open the lock, as if he was having trouble with the lock. He was just another person trapped in a nightmare. In some ways, Pace was very similar to himself. Perlis sighed imperceptibly, took one last look at Pei, turned around silently, and stepped onto the cobblestone road leading to the gate of Monarch Mansion. Before I took two steps, I heard Pace's call from behind. "and many more!" Perlis turned her head, but Pace had a dazed look on his face, as if he himself was surprised why he called Perlis. "What's wrong? Is there anything else?" After Perlis finished speaking, Pace suddenly closed his eyes, as if he was holding back the emotions that were about to burst out. After a while, Pace sighed and put on that forced smile again: "Be careful on the road." After saying that, Perlis saw Pace fleeing into the cellar and disappearing from her sight. ...... The corridor leading to the cellar was shrouded in darkness, and the torches on the walls along the way had not been replaced for a long time. It seemed that after taking over the manor, Venia did not have anyone maintain it, but simply treated the manor as a resort to be used as long as possible, squandering everything that the Monarch family had worked hard for a hundred years. All this made Pace extremely angry. He clenched his fists, and the cold touch of the axe in his hand silently responded to his anger. "Here we are." As Vans held the torch high and walked forward, the corridor came to an end. Passing through the huge stone archway, the wine room was just ahead. "Brother, come on." Vans handed the torch to Pace with a serious expression on his face. Pace nodded, took the torch, and walked in first. The huge wine room of the Monarch family appeared in front of him. The walls of the whole room were inlaid with small wooden compartments. A barrel of wine was placed in each compartment, and the year of the wine was posted next to it. Many of the compartments with earlier dates were empty, which meant that many of the Monarch family's treasured wines had been wasted: either taken away by Venia or secretly drunk by the soldiers stationed in the house. Seeing this, Pace became even angrier. He looked around and saw that at the end of the wine storage room was the door leading to the mansion's hall. It was an uphill battle from there. "Brother, everyone is already in, what's going on now?"

"Stop here and change your gear." Pace said this and walked silently to the back of the wooden cart, moved the largest wooden barrel to the ground, smashed it open with an axe, and the parts of his MK23 "Fighter" were inside. Pace quickly put on his exoskeleton armor and moved his joints, while Vans, with the help of several men, struggled to put on the giant armor seized from the investigator. Just as everyone was preparing in full swing, the door of the cellar was suddenly pushed open, and four or five soldiers wearing giant armor walked in, talking loudly: "Damn it, this crappy wine was finished in a blink of an eye. That damn old man only knew to send me down to get the wine..." "It's okay... Let's give way to that old man. It's not tiring to carry the wine in the giant armor anyway, so it doesn't matter..." The bald leader hadn't finished speaking when he saw Pace and his group in front of him, and he was suddenly embarrassed. "Hey...wait, who the hell are you guys..." The bald man looked at the group of people in front of him with shock, as if he had seen a ghost. "This is Venia Irenfono's territory, what the hell are you doing here..." After realizing that the people in front of him were most likely thieves who sneaked in to steal the wine, the bald man grabbed the shotgun on his back and pointed it at the group of people: "Put your hands up! Put your hands on me..." "I'm Pace Monarch." Before the bald man could finish his words, Pace took two steps forward and pulled out the R-72 "Rhino" custom revolver that he had seized from the investigator from his waist. "This is my home, why do you ask me what I'm doing here?" There was a flash of cold anger in his black eyes. Pace stared at the bald man fiercely and spat out a few words through gritted teeth. "I've come to take back what's mine." ...... 5) The one who abandons, the one who is abandoned (Part 5) In the hall on the first floor of Monarque Mansion, four or five legion soldiers were on duty. However, they were actually sitting at a table moved from the banquet hall, and in front of each of them was a glass filled with wine from the cellar. The giant armor was taken off in a very messy manner and scattered on the ground among the wooden barrels taken from the wine cellar. Although the soldiers were wearing military uniforms, most of them were disheveled and looked extremely lazy. At the table, Tom looked at the rotten scene in front of him, and finally couldn't help but speak: "Senior, is this really okay?" "It's okay, it's okay. Just live in this house like a resort. No one will bother you." The old soldier poured the last few drops of wine in the bottle into his glass. He shook it vigorously a few times, and after making sure there was no wine in it, he threw the bottle to the ground in angrily. "Damn... why are these guys so slow in getting the wine? What are they doing?" "But...isn't our mission to be on duty?" Thom watched hesitantly as the old soldier poured the remaining wine in the glass into his mouth, without touching the wine in front of him.

"If you get drunk, then..." "Hey, kid, what are you doing on duty? The Monarch family has been quiet for several years. This house is the resort of that brat Venia. If he wants to stay here, he can come and stay for two days and have a drink." The old soldier impatiently pushed Tom's glass in front of him, motioning him to drink it. The light from the fireplace made his face, which was already red from being tipsy, even redder. "Now he asks us to call him General, damn... without his father he is nothing..." "Hey, be careful with your words," another soldier patted the old soldier on the back, "That brat holds a grudge very well. If he knows you said something bad about him, I'm afraid..." "Fuck him... he can hear shit, he's just about to have his shitty birthday party, look at him, he's the same as the sissy nobles in Wilkin... he's a shitty Thebiter..." The old soldier cursed loudly, and he used a knife to cut the steak on the table. His face was red and he looked very manic. Seeing that Tom still had no interest in the wine in front of him, the old soldier felt a surge of anger in his heart and pushed the wine glass in front of Tom fiercely: "Drink it now, little brat. If you don't drink it, the wine will be wasted by that damn 'general' anyway. Don't waste the fine wine left by the Monarch family." After that, the old soldier started to curse drunkenly again, and the other soldiers at the table echoed him. In this decadent atmosphere, Tom's vision and hearing gradually became blurred. He looked at the wine glass in front of him hesitantly, feeling a little confused. He thought he had joined the Legion for a greater purpose, but he ended up sitting with these old drunks, talking about drinking and being lazy... The collision between ideal and reality is always so absurd and ridiculous. Fortunately, the veterans quickly changed the subject and finally stopped talking about Venia and his crappy birthday party... "Do you know what happened in Lorton recently?" "Yes, I know. The [Blade of Babel] that broke in beat up all the investigators sent by Venia." The soldier took a sip of wine slowly and recalled it seriously. "I remember... the portrait given by the Legion showed white hair and red eyes, and the name was something like Pure or Fire... Damn, all the Federation people are fucking freaks..." "It's normal for the Inspector's mob to be beaten up..." The old soldier put his legs on the table with disdain, "If I were to face that little girl in person, I could beat her down by myself." "Come on, old man, that little girl escaped from the Angel. Can you do it?" "Damn, you still look down on me, don't you? She's just a woman. If she didn't have that winged armor..." "Shh! Keep your voice down, it will be heard..." "Hey, what if you heard it? I'm telling you, even if..." As they were arguing, a voice came from behind them. "Excuse me, do you know where Ivar is?" Hearing that voice, the old soldier waved his hands impatiently and shouted: "What the hell is that? Get out of here! Your grandpa is drinking..." After he finished speaking, they realized something was wrong. Everyone turned around and found that the door of the hall had been opened at some point, and the cold wind outside was pouring into the hall. At the door of the hall, Perlis pulled down the hood on her head, revealing her long pure white hair. Even though he was drunk to the point of passing out, the old soldier instantly recognized Perlis's distinctive features. He hastily grabbed the revolver on the dining table. "Federal bastard, how did you get in—"

However, the moment he raised his gun and aimed at Perlis, Perlis activated the bracelet and teleported in front of the old soldier with a flash of red light. She slapped the magazine of the revolver in his hand, first cutting off his possibility of shooting, and then quickly hit the old soldier's elbow with her knee, and while his attention was distracted, she snatched his pistol. "Uh!?" Without giving the old soldier any time to think about countermeasures, Perlis decisively kicked the old soldier in the crotch. Before he could howl, she followed up with a sweeping kick to make the old soldier lose his balance. "Varied..." The old soldier collapsed beside the table, holding his crotch. The few seconds were not enough for him to react, so he could only be beaten unilaterally. He could only watch helplessly as Perlis used the barrel of the gun as a handle and smashed the handle of the revolver on his head. "Ugh!"