Assassin’s Chronicle

The second twenty-sixth chapter of the king

At this moment, Anfei’s expression was very in place. There was anger, fear, and helplessness. But after only a moment, all the reactions revealed by Anfei disappeared and they were calm. It seems that they just told a story of another person. It has nothing to do. This made Mioric, who was always watching Anfei, secretly nod, and Anfei was able to control himself. This is one reason why he can finally win.

Susanna has forgotten her restraint and held Anfei’s hand tightly with her hand. She used a lot of power, so that she could pass her power to Anfei. Niya's face is full of pity and gentleness. She hates that Anfei is too old. If Anfei is seven or eight years old, she must comfort Aifei in her arms.

Perhaps it is difficult for men and women to look at the problem. Chris's eyes are full of admiration. Anfei's answer solves his doubts buried in his heart. Today, he can safely return to his homeland. The credit, what did Anfei do during this period, he knows a lot of insiders, why a young man with awkwardness and abundance will become a strong and powerful person in the blink of an eye? Unfortunately, he could not ask because he was afraid of affecting the tacit understanding between him and Anfei. Moreover, he still believes in An Fei's heart. Even if someone provokes in his ear, he can't change his judgment. Of course, Chris will never blindly believe who, a simple question, and the ability to fly alone can choose to be alone. Escape, why bring a lot of trouble?

Mioric felt that the scene was a little repressed, and he laughed a few times and shifted the subject: "Igor was originally a poorly-magnified magician. I really don't know where he collected so many things."

"What is Uncle Mioric, what about Agall?" Niya asked curiously.

"Can't tell you, this is a secret." Mioric deliberately teased Niya, but he actually brought Niya in. There is also a reason. Susanna is the lover of Aife, she has the right to know the secret, not to mention Chris, the former Niya has been loved by many people, the older generation do not want to see what hurts the lively Niya, so deliberately let Niya Living in simplicity. Is this method good? The lesson has been put in front of him, and Sol said in his letter that he regretted the past, and Niya is almost twenty. She will grow up sooner or later, and she will face the storm of life alone. The old people can't protect her for a lifetime. Now Niya should learn something new.

"Whoever asks you!" Niya's gaze fell on Anfei: "Anfei, you have been on the desert island for so long, surely know what good things are there for Agor?"

"Igor made me a student when he was about to die. At that time, I didn't know anything about magic. I don't know what it is for." An Fei sees Mioric not answering. Niya. He also had to play silly.

Niya was disappointed and looked at Mioric with enthusiasm.

Mioric indulged for a moment: "An Fei, you should know now how precious the vacuum shackles are?"

"Know." An Fei nodded. The most important thing he paid attention to was the vacuum-forbidden scroll left by Youngor. The scroll in his hand was to be returned to Teacher Sol. He has no right to use it. The scroll of Agor is the magic weapon for his life, but now it is useless to say anything, and the plan is planned in vain. An Fei’s heart is very painful and helpless.

"Know it, don't waste precious scrolls!"

"Of course not."

"And, you don't want to practice the black magic book. This is not only the meaning of your majesty, but also the meaning of Master Sol."

"Well?" An Fei faintly heard something, could not help but raise his head.

"We stayed in Violet City for two days, then went to Brickonia together. I kept keeping those things for you. Anfei, I repeat, you must not practice the magic of the black magic book! I It is best to destroy the magic book so that it is clean."

"What?" Anfei has already stayed there.

"What's wrong with you?" Mioric snorted and slammed into it, and couldn't help but laugh: "Haha... Affin, you don't think you are going to corrupt your things?"

"I...not..." Anfei didn't know what to say.

"You can rest assured that there are no less things in Ageor." Mioric’s face showed a sly look: "Anyway. You are the only student of Agor. So only you. It is the reasonable owner of those relics. In fact, His Majesty wants to destroy the black magic book immediately, but we must respect your decision."

"But... but I have no ability to release the vacuum at all."

"So you have to work harder!"

"Uncle Mioric. The magic can not be greatly increased in a short time. I don't want to give the scroll to my majesty. I believe that the scroll is more useful than being around me. At least you can deter those who are defiant. The people around me are waste.” Anfei said with eagerness, he thought that the things left by Jagger were owned by Julia. In fact, this is a matter of course, let alone that Jagger is dead, even if The true master is still alive, under the gaze of Jurland, and the ownership of those relics will change. An Feiwan did not expect that Jurland had sent all the things over. Mioric said that there would be no less, and that would definitely not be less. Even the precious vacuum reel that is precious to the extreme is also put gently. However, this generosity can no longer be described with generosity.

Mioric smiled and took off his long sword at the waist. Even the scabbard handed it to Susanna: "You are a swordsman. Should you be able to see the origin of this sword?"

Susanna stretched out her hands and took the sword. She held the hilt and slowly opened it. The dazzling sword was blooming like a trainer. The house suddenly lit up a bit. The most shocking thing is that some of the swordsmanship is as real. Condensed and not scattered, wandering around like a morning fog, Susanna showed a hesitant look in his eyes, tempted to ask: "Is this the sword of the light wing?"

"Not bad." Mioric nodded with a smile.

"Really the sword of the wing?" Susanna couldn't believe it.

Mioric reached out and grabbed the hilt, and slammed, the sword was completely pulled out, and a substantial sword light formed a huge blooming flower, which floated around and the entire study was filled. The sacred atmosphere made people feel warm and comfortable. Then Mioric’s wrists went down and the swords were in the sheath. The empty swords disappeared.

Susanna took a long breath and as a swordsman, she knew the origins of the Sword of Light.

"If you want, how about we exchange the sword? I am a knight, the sword of the light wing is not very useful for me."

"No, no!" Susanna was so frustrated that she handed the sword back.

"Since you don't want it, Anfei, this sword is for you." Mioric smiled and waved his hand.

"I?" An Fei is very clear, Mioric is back, and his purpose is to send the sword of the wing to Susanna.

"The things I sent out will never be recovered." Mioric's look was a bit serious.

An Fei silent for a moment, did not speak again, slowly took the sword of the light wing from the hands of Susanna, in fact, it is white, this sword of light wing is the gift of Mioric on behalf of Juliad to Susanna, and Failure to accept represents two attitudes.

"Good weapons should be mastered by the right people. This is what my Majesty taught me." Mioric smiled: "A decade ago, when he married his birthday, a big businessman from Tumen Business Alliance was his majesty. I offered this sword, and my Majesty liked it, but the next day he gave the sword to Baieri. At that time, Baieri did not dare to pick it up. Anfei, do you know what he said?"

"What did you say?"

"Beye said that wearing a light-winged sword is more useful, just like what you just said. At that time, the people of the magic fog had sent killers several times to kill them. Although they ended up failing, they still did not give up. By the way, His Majesty is also a martial artist, didn't he think?" Mioric laughed.

"Your Majesty is also a swordsman?" Niya surprised, and Chris's face did not change. Maybe he knew this secret.

"Yeah." Mioric nodded.

"What then?"

"Biely's temper is very stubborn. If you look at the dead, you won't look back. You can't take him down, but after half a month, when Berry is ready to lead the death roaring army, he is kneeling down. The face of the 10,000 people gave him the sword of the light wing, and then he drove him out of the city.” Mioric’s mouth showed a smile, as if laughing at Beyeri, who was eating at the time: “Wait After leaving, His Majesty told me that his most important duty is to be a good king, not to be a heroic swordsman."

"and after?"

"Beere was a month and a half, and the devil's man launched another assassination. This time, he was injured. Baeri repelled the attack of the Semba Empire and returned to the Holy City. He made the first piece. The thing was to break into the palace, and then throw the sword on the ground, and the life and death did not go to squat. The sire also came to the temper. As a result, the two men smashed, and no one gave in. In the end, I had to come out to the round field, and squat down the boat. The sword of the wing was given to me."

"Uncle Baieri is really courageous." Niya imagined the scene of Jolland and Beyeri's big eyes and smiled.

Anfei silently said that such a scene of loyalty between the monarch and the minister is rare. In the past, he had no impression of Jolland, but now he can feel the generosity of Jurland. He is indeed a rare good king.