Assassin’s Chronicle

Chapter 2 VII

Sneefru's hands were shaking slightly, and his footsteps were very heavy. He slowly walked into a dwelling. From the outside, this dwelling was very ordinary. Inside, it was very strict, and a dozen swordsmen and four. The magician stood in the hall in an orderly manner, protecting the old man sitting on the center sofa.

"Sneefru, you are back." The old man stood up with a smile. His body was not tall, he looked a little fat, and he wore a golden robes. In order to show the difference in status, the royal families of various countries used to choose a color as the exclusive color used by the royal family. In the same way, they chose bright and dazzling golden yellow. Such robes are not worn by ordinary people, and the punishment for counterfeiters is extremely severe, and can even be tied to felony such as murder.

"Adult, I..." Sneefru swallowed, and before he left, he patted his chest to ensure that General Mioric would come over. Whoever thought that he had just retired from the guards in less than a few days, General Mioric would not pay attention to him. The world is hot! Sneefru’s heart is filled with resentment and emotion.

"Haha... General Mioric has just arrived in Violet City. He must feel very tired. He doesn't like to come out for entertainment. Of course, Sneefru, don't go to the heart." Marquis Zusser laughed, just His smile is somewhat far-fetched.

The Marquis of Zusser had only been to the Holy City when he was young, and he had never been there since, because he felt very depressed there. On the title, those civil and military ministers are far less than themselves. At that time, the two prime ministers were only the counts. There were only three or five people who could stand with them, but he had to put down the shelves and see people with smiles because they were in the holy city. He has no power and influence. Therefore, after the succession ceremony, Marquis Zusser returned to his hometown, rather than a chicken head, not a cow! On the land under his feet, no one dares to disrespect him!

This time he touched another nail. Obviously, Mioric didn't put his marquis in his eyes. If only Mioric was disrespectful to him, he could bear it. After all, he was not a fool, knowing a short marquis and a hand holding a dozen. The generals with the highest authority of the 10,000 troops could not be compared, but he could not bear the provocation of a young man. On the first day of the arrival in Violet City, he killed his son on the street. He must make a tough counterattack against this **** and barbaric declaration of war!

"Adult, I will go to General Mioric tomorrow, you can rest assured that this thing is on me." Snaflu said slowly.

Mioric is still very familiar with his subordinates. He has already said that he can no longer understand, but Sneefru is not aware.

"No hurry." Zuo Sai smiled and waved his hand: "Right, Sneefru, call your brothers. I just sent people out to look at it. The guards of Mioric are in the street. Standing on the stupid, after a few dozen miles, everyone must be very tired, it is good to let the brethren take turns to rest."

When you mention the guards. Sneefru's look became even more ugly. When he first appeared, the brethren were very enthusiastic and surrounded them. But after he was driven out by Mioric, the look of the old brothers became very weird, and no one came to send him, his eyes were very strange.

"Forget it, forget it." Zuo Sai saw Sneefru's look and understood that the final plan also failed: "Sneefru, you should go to rest for a while, I will call you again."

"Yes, adults." Sneefru, who consciously swept his face, did not want to stay here. Turn around and walk to the side door.

Seeing that the back of Sneefru disappeared, Zuosai suddenly said: "You just said... Is the flying swordsmanship of Anfei very special?"

"Yes, adults, I have collected a lot of information about An Fei, but no one can evaluate how strong the strength of Anfei is, anyway... his opponents are dead." The swordsman whispered: "An Flying swordsmanship gives people a feeling of floating and unreality, but they can kill their opponents in a very short time, as a swordsman. They should only refine and master one element. But Anfei can master several kinds at the same time. Element, his cultivation method must hide the secret. Also. The magic fog organization is very interested in Anfei. Two people were sent to catch Anfei twice, and they were defeated by Anfei. The third time they sent out the organization. The powerful role, but before they arrived at the Holy City, Anfei had already escaped with the students of Sol."

"Anfei also has a small unicorn." A magician said: "The waitress in the flower shop said that after the young master saw the unicorn, he wanted to use the unicorn in the name of the magic school..."

"Shut up!" Zuosai said suddenly and coldly. He now only wants to know how to retaliate, not the cause of the matter. At this point, it is not important who is right and who is wrong and who is the first to provoke.

In the study room of Chengshoufu, the chat is coming to an end. Mioric’s attitude is leisurely, and the topic suddenly turns back to the birthplace of Anfei: “Anfei, with the things in your childhood memories, It can make you so powerful today, and you are thinking that the nameless old man may be the only strong person in the world who has entered the holy world."

“Really? Holy place?” Niya’s eyes widened in surprise. In her mind, the father is already the most powerful being. As for the legendary story, Niya is even considered to be a poet. It’s not a fact at all. I suddenly heard that Mioric said that there is a person in the world who has entered the holy world. I was really surprised to the extreme.

Susanna and Chris are equally astonished. I will watch An Fei for a while, and look at Mioric for a while, waiting nervously below.

"This... I don't know. Anyway, I just felt that he was very powerful." Anfei smiled.

"Is it awesome?" Mioric sighed a sigh: "Ernest once talked to Master Sol. He learned a lot from you and allowed a big swordsman to use 'learning'. To evaluate the swordsmanship...is unimaginable."

"Unfortunately, there are still many things I can't learn at all."

"So I am very surprised. With the strength of Youngor, how can you take you away in front of a strong man who has entered the holy world?"

"I was too unlucky. At the time, he was entering, and he didn't know what was going on around him."

"Into the?" Mioric looked a change, nervously asked, as a golden knight. He is eager to learn all the common sense about the Holy Land, even if it is not important, it may give him some enlightenment.

"Is that the way you practice every day?" Niya asked.

"Yes."

"Niya, how did Afro practice?" Mioric hurried.

"Anfei's sitting posture is very weird, and it is a day to sit." Niya stood up and searched for a suitable place, trying to perform a pair of Anfei's double discs on the spot. Previously, everyone was curious about the practice methods of Anfei. People stole and studied, but only took a moment. The legs were sour and aching and they had to give up trying.

Niya walked to the desk under the shelf. It was very laborious and uncomfortable. She played a double-disc and showed the appearance of a grin. Her bones have become very hard. I didn’t have any exercise and wanted to play double-disc. Of course it will be painful.

"What are the benefits of such cultivation?" Mioric’s eyes sparkled, and he also wanted to try it on the spot, but in front of several juniors. He is embarrassed, can only go back and try again.

"Don't come, don't come!" Niya's mouth squatted, and struggling to move her legs, but fortunately she was not wearing a skirt today...

"I don't know what the benefits are, but I used to be used when I was young." Anfei said with a smile.

"Anfei has been sitting for up to two days at most. Then I can walk right away, heaven..." Niya made an exaggerated exclamation, and some people insisted that they could not hold on for a long time, but they would not walk after giving up. It is. Limp, so in Niya's view, it is a miracle that Anfei can walk immediately after putting down his legs.

"I don't think so. The old man sat at most for a month. He didn't eat, drink, or talk. I was too young at that time, thinking that he was dead."

This time, even Mioric also showed a shocked look, and it was easy to understand. But people who don’t eat or drink for a month... can they be considered people?

"An Fei, why did he stay in the village?"

"He said he wants to step through the heavens."

"What is heaven?"

"I don't understand, it seems to be advanced."

Mioric has a feeling of going crazy. The holy world is far from unreachable for him, but the mysterious old man has to go further. What is it? Is it a god? ?

"Okay, let's not talk about this." Mioric waved his hand weakly, his eyes falling on Chris: "Chris. We are not..."

"Just talk here." Chris has been waking up from the shock. He glanced at Anfei and smiled: "This guy has already guessed my identity."

"You? What is your identity? God is mysterious!" Niya is also going crazy. It was difficult for her to accept all the secrets at once.

"Why have you repeatedly violated your orders? Chris, this is very unfavorable to you, I think you understand." After Affliction, in order to protect the safety of Chris and Niya, Jolland has already Sig, the dean of the School of Magic, went to pick up Chris and Niya, but Chris always refused to contact Stig. Of course, in this way, Mioric can't ask in the face of Anfei.

"The days of studying magic are too boring, and I really like the adventure of this time." Chris said faintly. In fact, Chris did not tell the truth, Anfei is out of gratitude to Sol, preferring to take the risk of fleeing with everyone, and Chris has lived in Sol's home for ten years, not only feeling for Sol. And his companions also have feelings, and his sense of responsibility is stronger than An Fei, he is afraid that Julia is thinking about his safety, letting Stig to force him to leave, so that he can never forgive himself, so simply refuse In contact with Stig, he chose to spend time with his partners.

Mioric was silent for a moment: "You young people have their own ideas. I have said that it is useless. Well, we should go out." After that, Mioric slowly stood up.