The two figures slowly walked out from the dark street as they headed toward the door of the museum.
“It seems they are waiting for us.” Culkin smiled. He looked toward the door of the museum. Through the door, they could see Chen Xiaolian standing inside with a smile on his face as he looked out of the door at the two of them.
“Come in, if you do not want her to die.”
In Chen Xiaolian’s hand was a shining long sword used by knights. Judging from its appearance, it should be one of the items within the museum. Although it was not some high-class weapon purchased from the system, it was still a sharp weapon; that weapon would have no problems beheading ordinary people.
At that moment, that sword just happened to be placed before the neck of an ordinary person.
The Countess of the Norman family.
Her long and slender neck was trembling non-stop. Who knew if it was due to the coldness of the night wind or her fear toward the blade of the sword.