NovelEnglishIn the heart of the forest-
Elvis and Hans were locked in a fierce battle, their fists flying like the wind, neither gaining the upper hand. The
two of them moved with the speed and intensity of a summer storm, each blow echoing through the trees.
As they grappled, Elvis seized the chance to study the man who looked strikingly like Hubery. Even amid the
chaos, he couldn't resist firing off questions:
"What's your name?"
"How old are you?"
"Do you have family?"
"Can you fly a plane?"
Hans furrowed his brow, clenching his fists even tighter, frustration gnawing at him. This was a fight for survival,
and here was Elvis, wasting twith pointless questions! The man must be out of his mind!
Initially, Hans only intended to hold him off. But as the fight wore on, he realized he wouldn't feel satisfied
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Elvis sensed the stalemate couldn't last. He needed to test him. Sometimes, even if someone loses their
memory, their deeply ingrained habits and instincts remain.
"Look, a snake!" Elvis shouted, eyes wide with feigned alarm, pointing at Hans' feet.
In an instant, the cold, menacing Hans turned ghostly pale, stumbling backward several steps!
"Hubery, it has to be you!" Elvis's eyes burned with emotion, his heart leaping with joy.
Their younger brother had always adored apples, often sitting under the apple tree, munching on one while
reading. Once, a little snake had fallen from the branches, landing on his head, its tongue flickering. It scared
him so much that he avoided the apple tree for ages.
Ever since, he's had a deep fear of snakes, even shivering at the sight of a harmless worm.
Only the Ashbourne family knew this secret.
And Hans, a ruthless assassin who lived by the sword-how could he be afraid of a mere snake?!
"Hubery! It's me, Elvis. I'm Elvis!" Elvis's voice trembled with emotion, "How have you forgotten me? How did
you lose your memory?"
Hans quickly realized the deception, his face darkening. Just as he was about to retaliate, a command crackled
through his earpiece.
"Hubery!"
Elvis, desperate, reached out, but Hans stepped back, dropping a small black canister onto the ground.
Hiss-
In an instant, the forest filled with thick, blinding white smoke. Tear gas!
Elvis choked, coughing violently, tears streaming down his face. By the the fought his way through the haze,
Hans was long gone.
Thaddeus clutched the bleeding wound in his left shoulder, sprinting towards the chapel.
No more assassins crossed his path; his previous battle in the living room must have depleted Avery's forces. Or
perhaps Avery was setting a more treacherous trap for him.
The chapet toomed ahead, a jewel glinting in the sunlight like a ruby Standing tall in the tall in the distance
was the statue of a god radian
Thaddeus's heart clenched as he recognized the face-it was Evadne.
His pulse quickened, and he rushed towards the chapel. Step by step, he approached the glass conservatory.
In the midst of vibrant, fragrant roses, Evadne sat gracefully on a vintage red velvet sofa, clad in a snow-white
lace wedding dress.
"Evadne!"
Thaddeus felt the blood surge
through his veins, a tidal wave of et
urgency propelling him towards her. He called her nover and over, but she remained unresponsive.
The breathtaking beauty, with one shoulder exposed, rested peacefully like a delicate white rose adrift in a sea
of red.
Just as Thaddeus reached the threshold of the conservatory-
Avery, draped in a sleek black evening gown, emerged from behind the statue, stepping beside Evadne.
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