Assassin’s Chronicle

Chapter 2, Chapter 4

In a study, several people sat around the round table in a circle, which was requested by Mioric. He was originally a cheerful and easy-going person, of course, only when he was outside the military. If he sat and asked, An Fei stood and replied, and there was a taste of interrogation. Mioric didn't want to stiffen the atmosphere, and didn't want to cause An Fei's bad feelings. An Feiqi’s attack on the lion squadron has already appeared in various scripts, and it is widely circulated, but Mioric is the coach of the Eastern Front. All the things he has are facts, and some of them are against Anfei. The assessment, as to the accuracy and inaccuracy of those assessments, depends on his own observation.

Mioric smiled and his fingers twitched on the table. He was looking for a suitable and natural topic, but at this moment, Utter, who had retreated outside, suddenly knocked on the door and heard. After Mioric's response, he opened the door and walked in, and his face became a bit ugly.

"what's up?"

"Adult, there is someone who wants to see you."

"Don't see." Mioric's answer was very decisive. If people want to see him, they can see him. What did he become? During the war and after the war, I did not know how many people tried to contact him for various reasons, but in the end almost all of them were left aside by Mioric.

"But he..." Utter’s words have not been finished yet, and they have been pushed open rudely. A knight in black and black armor who is in the age of fifty has come in. He is followed by two guards. The knight, the shape of the armor of the three people is exactly the same, even the patterns are almost the same, and the look between them is also very natural and harmonious, showing that the knights behind the two guards are watching the people in front, but the actual It seems to be escorting.

"General!" The knight, who was fifty years old, shouted reverently.

"Snaflu? Are you not going home? How are you here?" Mioric’s look was amazed.

"Don't the general want to see me?" The old knight named Sneefru smiled.

"Haha... How come?!" Mioric laughed: "Sneefru, are you reluctant to leave? Still want to work more years with me?"

"No, General. My age is too big. I should give way to the young people behind me, instead of occupying the place." Snefru smiled.

"Come, come and get a chair again." Mioric waved his hand: "Sneefru, you didn't go home?"

"Going back is just a small farmer, then lying in bed waiting to die, I don't want that kind of life." Sneefru was not polite, took a chair handed over by the knight. I squatted on the chair with my hands, but didn't sit down: "I originally thought of looking for an old friend in Violet City, and then invited him to see the country of the mercenary. Who knows that he met the Marquis of Zuosai, he is very enthusiastic, right. I am also very respectful and always invited me to be his chief knight. I really don't want to go back to be a small farmer. That kind of life is too boring, and then I promised the Marquis of Zusser."

"Then you are looking for me now..." Mioric’s smile has not changed, but his eyes are much colder than before.

"General, the Marquis of Zusei is ready for the banquet, just waiting for the general." Sneefru smiled and pulled the chair aside: "I just greeted my brethren. The brethren are very happy to go to me." Let's be a guest, general, let's go together."

With a loud bang, the round table was turned into countless pieces under the slap of Mioric. Shooting four times, Anfei's reaction is almost at the extreme, but at this time, the reaction speed is almost the same, he only has time to make a back-moving action, and Susanna, Niya, Chris Similarly, the body is covered with wood chips, which is shocking. When the sawdust hits the body, it can make Anfei feel the pain.

Niya snorted and her brow wrinkled into a ball. She was obviously hurt. She raised her hand and saw Anfei and Susanna look like a wolf. She immediately forgot the pain just now, and smiled at her mouth. Blooming, she is a person who can see others but can't see herself.

With the rise of Mioric, Niya soon couldn't laugh. The air in the entire study is wrapped in a cold taste. Stagnation, as a bystander. Niya can feel tremendous pressure, and Snyfulu has already fallen to the ground, shivering and shouting.

Mioric seems to be a cheerful and enthusiastic person, but unfortunately everyone hides something more or less, and knows nothing about it. It’s only a fool, and the wisely Juliad Dare dares to put the Empire’s east line. Delivered to Mioric, proving that Mioric’s hidden things are enough to reassure him.

“When I was chatting, my Majesty said that everyone will change constantly with the environment and the encounter. I admit that what you said is justified, but Sneeflu..., no, no. Now, you should call the chief knight of your left-handed family. You ask yourself, is it getting too fast?" Mioric’s voice was very cold: "For the future of your chief knight, you will be rich and rich, you What do you think of me? Chess? Sneefru, you are welcome, you are not qualified enough!"

"General?" Sneefru cried.

"You two get out of me!" Mioric yelled at the two guards of the guards. At the age of twenty-six, he became the highest commander of the Holy City Guards and became a young hero in his mind. Mioric can't be a person without a heart. If you say something unclear, you will drive people out, just to create an influence. His own prestige and Sneefru have the difference between heaven and earth. The knights are willing to believe who is self-evident, then the knights will Spontaneously guessing what Sneefru did for his own wealth and wealth, so that the generals were so angry, and after speculation that various versions appeared, Sneefru’s reputation was completely stinky, regardless of Sneef. What Lu wants to do, he can no longer find a sympathy or trust his knight.

The two guards of the guards turned and quickly left the study. Mioric walked slowly to the front of Sneef, staring at each other with a condescending gaze. For a long time, Sneefru was full of timidity and incomprehensibility. Eventually Mioric sighed a sigh: "Sneefru, do you know why I suggested that you go home to be a farmer?" Now that Mioric has seen it, Sneefru does not know What he is doing and he does not understand what his invitation represents.

"Know, the general wants me to live a peaceful life." Snefru whispered, "I know that the general is very concerned about me."

"Wrong, first you are a good soldier, secondly you are also a good officer, but you have a lot of problems, for example, you are too straight and too naive. You know how to fight, what you left behind The scars can make the recruits stunned, but you don't know, the battle is all of you, but not all of the world." Miorridge's indifferent voice brought a bit of helpless taste: "So I will let you back Home to be a farmer, so even if you are fooled, it will not fall to irreparable, but unfortunately..." Mioric shook his head slowly.

"General, I am... very good, the Marquis of Zusser respects me." In fact, Mioric said that he could no longer understand, but Sneefru still did not understand. When serving in the military, Sneefru is a fierce role, resolutely obeying the orders of Mioric, pointing to where to fight, there will be no hesitation and retreat, of course, will not move any brains.

A long time ago, in order to exercise the power of Mioric, Julia had sent Mioric to the Northern Line to serve as a deputy. At that time, Mioric discovered Snyfru and took Sneef. Lu was transferred to his side.

Because of the understanding of Sneefru's character, Mioric only allowed him to do what he could do. In fact, the growth period of the person is very long, especially psychologically, but under the protection of Mioric, Sneefru never succumbed to the end. If it is fundamental, it is really Mioric who has harmed him, and has caused Sneefru to suffer some ups and downs. Maybe it will not be as ignorant as it is now.

"Sneefru, leave the Marquis of Zusser and return to your own hometown. This is my last advice." Mioric said slowly.

"General, I have already vowed to be the chief knight of Zusser." Sneeflu showed a bitter smile: "The rules of the Cavaliers are taught to you. Do you now let me violate my vows?"

"So... I have nothing to say, Sneefru, go back."

"General, are you really not going?" Sneefru was lucky at this time.

"Go, let's go." Mioric waved.

Sneefru stood up helplessly, opened his mouth and saw the cold face of Mioric, and reluctantly swallowed the words he wanted to say, and slid out of the study.

"Anfei." Mioric’s gaze suddenly fell on Anfei: "I have a request, I don't know if it is appropriate."

"You please say." An Fei bowed and bowed respectfully.

"You will be the owner of Violet City in the future." Mioric hesitated: "Snaflu is my old man after all. If possible, I hope you don't hurt him."

"I will try my best." An Fei did not dare to say anything. He succeeded in recruiting Mioric’s ministry. God knows that the left-handed company will use Sneefru to do what? If you have to step on the blood, you can't be soft.