"White Eagle Family's response was faster than we imagined - Iron Eagle arrived at Eternal Star two hours ago, which will give His Majesty a lot of time to prepare in advance before the news spreads." Jann sat elegantly on a carriage without heraldry driven by Knight Seychelles.
He uttered the above words with a cold expression and looked out the car window.
Another carriage with the same mysterious identity parked side by side next to them. Both carriages had their windows open to facilitate conversation between their owners.
"But so what? No matter how fast a fish swims, it can't avoid the current. This is the current that His Majesty is destined to face." A sharp voice came from another carriage.
"But there is something wrong with our intelligence," Jann said coldly, "There is an unexpected big shot in the mission... The consequences are more serious than we imagined."
"You want to give up?"
Jann paused and took a deep breath. "No, no, the plan remains as usual."
There's no turning back, right?
"That's good." Listening to the sharp voice, he said nonchalantly, "General Decree has been sent, and the nobles will come one after another in a short time. At that time, Exeter's official response will also arrive: mobilizing the army, claiming territory, and threatening war - guess how His Majesty will respond? Bear the humiliation, or will he risk everything to send our country to hell?"
"And you guys are really willing to be cruel to do such a big thing..."
Jann sighed in a low voice, and then shook his head slightly. "As your clan language - 'Power from_violence.' (Power_from_violence.), this is a necessary step. I need to determine your attitude and position - you have always refused to join 'New Star', which troubles us very much."
Another voice laughed and said, "It seems that you are very confident in yourself! No wonder - think about it, the young, elegant, and excellent Emerald City master, Duke of the Southern Shore Guardian, Jann·Cavendil, was established as the heir by His Majesty! What a wonderful picture!"
"We would like to promise with the honor of our family that your rule in Western Wasteland will not be shaken, and you can even benefit from the decline of Northern Territory," Jann said seriously and sincerely, "And it doesn't have to be me... Star Kingdom may also become a king-selecting system, right?"
He leaned forward slightly and said slowly and softly:
"And as one of the six, you are destined to be Elector King."
There was silence between the carriages for more than ten seconds.
"Okay, from now on, you have my guarantee," the sharp voice said slyly, "If Star Kingdom reaches that step, there will be no accidents, and the Falkenhaus family will follow the trend."
Jann Clench your fist gently.
He forced himself to endure the impatience in his heart.
This guy.
Still unwilling to place a bet easily.
Does he think Falkenhaus also has a chance? Or did he simply turn to another company? Kurun? Nanshuister? Or the most unlikely Terbach?
"I will remember...Falkenhaus's attitude." Sanse Owner of the Iris Flower said calmly.
Although Jann remained calm, he was very afraid of the person on the other carriage: this guy's threat level on his list was second only to the fat Warden Duke of the East Sea, and even more so than the One-Eyed Dragon of Nanshuister.
The sharp voice laughed again and continued, "What an honor! Future Jann His Majesty! I heard that you have been disgraced by the Blood Bottle Gang incident recently? Aren't you cooperating to control the gang? Kurun and Old Man are just sitting back and watching?"
When Jann heard the word "His Majesty", he frowned and curled his lips secretly. "Thank you for your concern, everything is under control - that's it for today, I have to rush to the Revival Palace, and you should be at Wasteland Ruins now to personally receive the order from His Majesty."
"No need to worry," the sharp voice suddenly became cold. "Falkenhaus is never absent."
"Very good, Master Falkenhaus, we look forward to seeing you again." Jann left the last words.
"Yes," the sharp voice laughed, "I am also looking forward to the reunion of Nineteen Noble Houses and Royal Capital after twelve years... haha."
The two carriages started each other and passed by each other, driving further and further away.
Jann lowered his head and closed his eyes, gently rubbing the bridge of his nose.
"Sir," Seychelles's voice came through the front window. "Something's not right up front."
Jann Open your eyes gently.
In the distance outside the carriage, a rapid and strange sharp sound came.
Seychelles let go of the riding whip with one hand, grabbed the sword at his waist, and said in a cold voice, "It seems that a carriage has been assassinated."
"Hold on," looking at the beggars lying or standing on both sides of the street, Gilbert leaned forward with a calm face, opened a small window in front of the carriage, hesitated, and whispered quietly, "Lady Jinnie, there is something abnormal around us."
Through the small window, Tales clearly saw Jinnie's back trembling slightly.
"... Assassin?" She said slowly, "Come for that child?"
Her words were very slow and soft, as if she were murmuring in a drunken night's sleep.
However, for some reason, Tales heard some unstable emotions from Jinnie's words.
He also noticed that Gilbert looked at the back of Jinnie worriedly.
"Not necessarily." The expression of the middle-aged noble became very strange.
"Maybe it was just an accident."
Not necessarily?
Tales looked at JC Dagger on his waist and was startled when he heard this.
But even Yordel is sure that he is an assassin. Why does Gilbert say "not sure" to Jinnie?
Jinnie snorted coldly, "Be ready at any time, I will speed up to escape."
Gilbert was slightly startled and looked at the scene outside the window.
"But before they really start, Lady Jinnie, be sure to hold still! Be sure! Remember, they are not necessarily assassins."
"Don't let... get to you."
Jinnie's back trembled again.
Tales feels something is wrong: Jinnie is very abnormal.
The middle-aged nobleman was extremely dignified. He seemed to feel that something was wrong with Jinnie's words. He immediately added, "Yordel, the same goes for you!"
"Are you here for me?" Tales looked serious. He put aside his doubts and began to consider the most urgent matters first.
"This..." Gilbert sat back in his seat, stared sharply around the carriage, and said silently, "Theoretically, it is impossible for your existence and whereabouts to be leaked, but please be prepared for the worst."
"At least seven." Although invisible, Yordel's hoarse voice sounded strangely in his ears, "Hidden skillfully, well-trained, and arranged on the way to the Revival Palace."
"I'm ready to speed up at any time. Sit tight." Jinnie's voice came, adding a chill to Tales's ears.
"Jinnie, calm down!" Gilbert seemed a little abnormal, he said to Jinnie seriously.
Even the most inexperienced Tales felt that something was wrong with Jinnie at this moment.
The carriage rounded a corner and drove from the dirt floor onto the brick floor - the Central District was only two blocks away.
At this moment.
An old beggar who was groaning on the ground to their left just now suddenly changed his expression. He used his hands and feet to catch up to one of the horses, stretched out his hand to Jinnie, and asked for money and alms.
"Crack!"
As soon as the riding whip was fired, the whole carriage began to shake violently!
Without warning, the carriage began to accelerate!
Gilbert's face changed drastically, and he rushed to the front of the car. He ignored Tales's reaction and shouted, "Jinnie, no! Wait--"
But it's too late.
Just listen to Jinnie in the driver's position roar angrily!
"Come on! Shameless man!"
The riding crop roared angrily, and as Jinnie's wrist turned sharply, it hit the old beggar hard!
"Crack!"
Huge force surged, and a line of blood shot out from the beggar's body.
The old beggar flew five meters away with blood, and dropped a scimitar from his sleeve.
While the stunned Tales was still trying to figure out what happened, he saw a beggar behind the carriage jump up suddenly, holding a dagger in both hands, and roared
"It happened, take action!"
A dozen figures among the beggars and vagrants rushed towards the carriage!
Tales's face changed drastically.
Assassins, more than seven!
Unfortunately, by the time he counted the number of assassins, the enemies had already launched an attack.
The two horses were the first to suffer misfortune. I saw the two assassins rolling past the horses' bellies, and accompanied by the mournful screams of the black horses, blood spurted out.
Amid Jinnie's angry scolding and whip whipping, the carriage continued to move forward according to its inertia, but then the carriage hit the fallen horses, and the entire carriage flipped sideways!
Jinnie jumped up with all his strength and whipped an assassin on the side so that he fell back to the ground.
With a crazy look on her face, she gritted her teeth and pulled out the long sword from her waist. She turned back and stabbed the left chest of an assassin behind her.
"Bang!"
The car eventually fell on its side on the road.
The moment the carriage overturned, Tales was hugged tightly by Gilbert. They fell to the window side as the carriage overturned.
Three assassins jumped onto the overturned carriage!
When Tales got up dizzy, he felt Gilbert push him to the side.
"Crack!"
It was not the assassin who took action, but Gilbert. He calmly took out his cane, waved his arm, and completely shattered the car window above his head!
Fragments flew into the sky, and the three assassins subconsciously raised their arms to protect their eyes.
Gilbert's cane stretched out like a poisonous snake, and a sharp blade popped out from the tip of the cane. It was sent and retracted accurately. An assassin had already fallen down with his neck covered.
Tales held his head tightly, feeling the small glass Fragments falling around the car.
Two long swords entered the carriage and stabbed at Tales. However, Gilbert drew the aristocratic sword with his left hand and deflected them both with a clever move.
"Tsk!" Two sword blades penetrated the sofa in Tales's left hand, and the other passed over his right arm, stabbing into the air.
Tales gritted his teeth and felt the cold feeling coming from his right arm.
One of the assassins saw what was happening in the carriage.
He then said in surprise, "No..."
But the assassin was interrupted before he could finish his sentence.
Yordel appeared behind the two assassins like Ghost, and the gray dagger sliced across the backs of their necks.
The assassin who lived in rags for two years then collapsed.
"Send him away!" Gilbert roared angrily, blocking the glass that was falling all over the sky, pressing the car and flipping out of the car!
Yordel grabbed Tales's belt and took him out of the car.
In the roar of Jinnie, Tales saw the surrounding situation clearly: under the light of Eternal Lamp, seven or eight assassins dressed as beggars, pulling long shadows, rushed towards the overturned carriage!
Irrelevant passers-by ran and fled amidst screams and shouts, and the street suddenly became a mess.
Gilbert aimed at the nearest assassin, kicked up a broken fragment of the carriage, and held out both swords to force back the knife-wielding assassin on the left.
Yordel's body flashed, slit the throat of an oncoming assassin, and then held Tales in his arms.
Just as he was about to enter Shadow Realm, a sudden change occurred!
A sharp and sharp sound suddenly exploded in the air!
Yordel's hand suddenly let go Tales.
It's a sharp sound with extremely high decibels!
At that moment, Tales bit his back molars in pain, feeling that his head was about to explode at the sound!
Damn it!
What is this sound?
He subconsciously covered his ears! But the sharp sound was like a magic sound, entering his brain without any obstruction.
The sound continued, and both Jinnie and Gilbert seemed to be greatly affected. Their expressions were distorted, their movements were deformed, and Jinnie even scratched his left arm with a knife while shaking.
"Hiss--"
That demonic sound is getting more and more urgent.
Yordel trembled, resisting the invasion of this magical sound. He lowered his head, Tales knew that he was speaking, but the boy's head was full of grinding sharp sounds and he couldn't hear clearly at all.
Tales squinted his eyes, resisting the pain in his eardrums, and tried his best to cover his ears. He raised his head, and was shocked to see five assassins with painful expressions but no hindrance in their movements. They all reached out to their backs, took out a piece of equipment, and pointed it at him and Masked Guard.
Crossbow.
Or called crossbow.
Tales felt a chill in his heart. He no longer doubted that this was a carefully planned assassination.
The crossbows all trembled.
There was no sound of the machine in the magic sound, but five long strips of Black Shadows appeared in Tales's field of vision.
The next moment, Tales was thrown several meters away by Yordel.
"Hiss--"
Amidst the tortured magic sound and the strong wind in the air, Tales saw in despair that Black Shadows flew towards Masked Guard.
Yordel's figure trembled suddenly during the sharp turn!
No.
Yordel...
Yordel·Catu.
he thought fearfully.
Tales fell to the ground and rolled outward twice.
"Hiss--" The demonic sound is getting closer and closer.
He covered his ears and reluctantly stood up in pain and trembling, but he met a ragged figure face to face.
He was a sloppy young beggar with a delicate and childish face, not much older than Tales.
His lips were open and shaking at a high frequency.
As he got closer, the tormenting demonic sound got closer and closer.
The beggar pulled out a dagger from his waist with a cold look.
Tales, who gritted his teeth and endured the demonic sound, understood something.
Following the instinct he had developed over the past month, he subconsciously pulled his right foot back, raised his left arm, shifted his center of gravity backward, and formed a standard Northern Military Swordsmanship pose.
One of the three defensive styles, Iron Body Style.
Amidst the demonic sound, the dagger stabbed quickly and pierced his left arm!
The pain came, but Tales gritted his teeth and knew that he had made the right choice.
The young beggar was a little surprised, but then he opened his mouth wide at Tales, his mouth and tongue trembled, and the magic sound became even louder!
"Chir--"
The feeling at that moment made Tales close his eyes suddenly!
He screamed wildly and in vain, almost wanting to dig the eardrums out of his ears!
In the violently shaking air, every cell in Tales's body seemed to start to tremble.
He felt himself starting to heat up - like food being microwaved.
Stop!
He jerked his arms and instinctively covered his ears.
Stop!
The dagger was pulled out from his left arm, bringing out a stream of blood.
Stop!
Tales stretched his face in pain and fell to his knees amidst the terrifying demonic sound.
Stop!
The dagger stabbed his throat again.
Stop it!
At the last moment, Tales opened his eyes in despair and saw the cold-blooded face of the young assassin, gradually distorting into another blurry face.
It was a girl with long eyelashes, staring at him curiously with bright eyes.
"Huh? Your name is Wu Qiren?"
"What a weird name."
"My name? Guess..."
The boy trembled and reached out to the blurry face.
Excitement and heat hit his heart at the same time.
His left shoulder hurt, and the demonic sound in his ears suddenly rose, covering up the girl's next words, and all he could see was her vague lips opening and closing.
Stop.
He murmured unconsciously.
Stop.
I can't hear her anymore!
Stop.
He stretched out his hand and grabbed it suddenly, as if he had caught something out of thin air.
Stop.
he murmured.
Then.
The magic sound really stopped.
His mind is no longer confused.
Eardrum no longer hurts
The screen in front of me returned to normal.
Tales opened his eyes tremblingly.
The dagger that stabbed his throat was currently piercing his left shoulder.
The owner of the dagger, the young assassin, grabbed the handle of the dagger and knelt down helplessly.
The young assassin fell face to face into Tales's arms, his mouth twitching and his whole body trembling.
Tales looked at him doubtfully.
The young assassin's face gradually turned pale. He looked into Tales's eyes, which were full of confusion and confusion.
Why?
Tales read this information from his eyes.
Tales gasped, enduring the pain on his shoulders, and looked at him in surprise.
The boy also wanted to know why the Psion assassin was so murderous just a moment ago... and so on.
Wait.
Is this...?
Tales supported the boy and lowered his head while panting.
In the space surrounded by their bodies and arms, Tales raised his warm right hand.
He trembled and looked at the warm and moist thing on his hand.
It was an irregular red sphere.
There are also many tubes inserted.
It seems to be -- vibrating?
Tales's eyes are focused.
He saw clearly.
His gray pupils suddenly retracted!
In Tales's previous life, his grades in high school biology class were not very good. When he went to college and passed the master's degree, his biochemistry knowledge deteriorated even further.
But this did not prevent him from recognizing what the thing in his hand was.
It was a hot, still beating heart...
Bright red, liquid...
heart.
Its two atriums, with blood vessels unable to absorb blood, were twitching violently.
Tales subconsciously looked at his own chest, and then at the young assassin's chest - but their chests were all complete and intact, with no blood at all.
"Gudong... gudong... dong..."
This heart beats slower and slower.
Getting slower and slower.
Tales was stunned for a few seconds before trembling suddenly!
The fresh, bloody heart slipped from his hand to the young assassin's knees.
The young assassin's breathing became weaker and weaker, and he seemed to realize his fate as his face turned pale.
"Lucy..." He moaned helplessly in Tales's ear.
These were his last words.
Until he stopped moving.
The fighting sound in my ears finally returned to Tales's channel.
The trembling boy stretched out his right hand full of warm blood, endured the pain and struggled to pull out the dagger from his left shoulder, threw it away without looking, and crawled away from the young assassin.
The body of the young assassin fell limply face down, suppressing the... heart.
His own heart.
This is... what?
Did I "Loss of Control" again?
Tales trembled, remembering Yordel who was surrounded and killed by crossbows.
He subconsciously turned his head, but there was nothing beside the carriage except the assassin's body.
Tales's ears, which were still in pain, moved... another assassin fell beside him.
The moment the magic sound disappeared, the assassins noticed something unusual in this corner. Under the entanglement of Gilbert and Jinnie, they finally freed up their manpower and quickly came to rescue.
The assassin who came to help looked at the young man lying on the ground in shock, and then at Tales. Without hesitation, he flicked his right hand and revealed a hidden sword from under his wrist.
Tales stretched out his hand towards JC, thinking about the two options of defense and escape, and their respective possibilities.
Or--he glanced at the young assassin's body--with that kind of force...
At this moment!
Tales Severe pain erupted from inside to outside all over his body!
"Uh!"
Tales gritted his teeth and suddenly collapsed.
It was like someone was tearing his soul apart!
No!
No!
But the assassin ignored his movements and just thrust the hidden sword at him coldly - but at this moment, Tales didn't even care about the danger to his life.
He had never experienced such pain.
It was as if every molecule in the body was roaring in protest!
"Ah!"
Tales finally couldn't stand the torture-like pain. He screamed and twitched, watching helplessly as the enemy's hidden blade struck.
Is that the end of it?
It hurts.
So... it hurts so much
That kind of power really isn't... free of charge.
However.
"Tsk!"
Just before the assassin succeeded, a tall and slender figure appeared behind him.
Before the assassin could turn around, a long sword struck from the back of his head and pierced his head.
Tales, who fell limply to the ground, raised his head while dying.
A young round-faced aristocrat who was well-dressed and moved elegantly walked out from behind the assassin.
The young noble frowned and wiped the liquid from the sword on the latter's clothes.
The pain fades away like a tide.
Feeling that the pain in his body had subsided, Tales took a deep breath like a drowning person.
He looked at the noble's shoulder, and his eyes immediately trembled.
There is a coat of arms with a complicated pattern embroidered there.
Tales recognizes this coat of arms.
Red, blue, green, three petals
Three colors Iris Flower.
In the distance, Seychelles Knight, with fanatical eyes, brandished his sword, stood beside the exhausted Gilbert, and cut off the head of an assassin.
"Come behind me, child," Emerald City, Duke of the Southern Shore Guardian, Jann·Cavendil said indifferently and elegantly:
"Everstar City does not welcome murder."
This is the first meeting between Tales and Jann.