Assassin’s Chronicle

The second twenty-eighth chapter

Although the banquet of the Chengshou Palace was temporarily raised, there are many people who are good at the show. Those merchants are far from being able to compare with the nobility in terms of status. However, they are not inferior to the nobility in personal life enjoyment. The chefs have their own specialties, and the maids are also very educated. Utter knew that he was not suitable for this occasion, and invited a few big businessmen who went to the south to let them live. The invited merchants were flattered and could sit down with General Mioric and the future owners of Violet City. It was also a glory, and they were competing with each other as well. The wide merchants, their talks are just right, both to make people feel enthusiasm, but not to die.

Half eaten, Resca and Brave also rushed to the city of Violet, Resca is very concerned about what Anfei is all about, and the aggressive Brave regardless of three seven twenty-one, 撺Let everyone go to find the trouble of the Marquis of Zuo. People's nature is really hard to change. When Philip's grandson Zeda broke into the home of Saul rudely, everyone didn't know what happened, and they didn't dare to speak out. Only Brave came forward and asked Zeda. The result was kicked and fainted on the spot. As for this kind of personality, it is still brave, that is, the benevolent sees benevolence, the wise sees wisdom.

Everyone was very happy to eat. The most bitter and most tiring person was Utter. He was so busy that he jumped up and down, and rushed to the west. When everyone was full, they returned to their rooms and rested under the guidance of the maid. Already tired, but he is very happy in his heart, and tired and happy. So far, it turns out that his choice is correct.

An Fei was a little tired. After taking a nap for two hours, she got up and started to practice, in the eyes of others. An Fei is too hard, but he is happy to be in it, and cultivation has become an indispensable part of his life. The painter sits in front of the canvas for one day. When the mathematician solves the problem, it may take a few weeks. In the eyes of others, they are very hard, but they themselves are immersed in a kind of pleasure, as long as they can do what they like. The hard things can't be bitter.

An Fei has been practicing until the early hours of the morning. Suddenly I heard a faint noise from the outside. He frowned, and he got up and pushed open the door. At the same time, the door next door was pushed open, and Mioric walked out slowly. Surprisingly, his pace is somewhat unstable. A little bit of awkwardness.

"Uncle Mioric, what's wrong with you?" An Fei asked with astonishment. It is impossible for a big swordsman like Mioric to get sick. Their physical strength will always be at the peak of the current state. Nothing can affect them except aging.

"Nothing, nothing." Mioric waved his hand and turned his eyes away. In fact, this night, Mioric relied on perseverance. Forcing a double-disc squat for a whole night, he tried to grasp the revelation of entering the holy world. If he can put down the national affairs, this is his only goal in life. Unfortunately, until the end, except for the numbness caused by bloodlessness, he did not find anything.

What did Anfei want to say, the noise outside suddenly became louder, and Mioric looked like a move. And Anfei looked at each other and walked out.

In the courtyard in front of the Shrine, it is already crowded with people, and all of them are outside. Most of them are the guards of Mioric’s guards. Their expressions are different, angry, horrified, and silent. There are still many people who argue with each other.

"What happened?!" Mioric's voice was not big. But it is enough. The noisy voice quickly subsided.

Suddenly there was a scream in the crowd, and then an old man in a golden robes rushed out. The muscles on his face twitched with anger, pointing to An Fei's fingers and arms trembled, causing his robes to tremble as if they were waves. There was a wound on his neck that was bandaged, but now the gauze was ripped off halfway and the blood flowing out of the neck was clearly visible.

"You are too... poisonous! You are too poisonous!" The old man yelled as he tried to rush up, and the two swordsmen who were behind him hurriedly smothered him.

"Who is this guy?" An Fei is inexplicable.

"The Marquis of Zusser, what are you doing here?" Mioric untied the question of Anfei.

"What? You ask him!" The eyes of the Marquis of Zusei almost split.

"I am asking you now!" Mioric said bluntly. Although he is a soldier, his sense of smell in other aspects is very sensitive. No matter what happens, if he really asks An Fei, or just turns his eyes to Affy, he will put Anfei in one. A very unfavorable situation. Changed to an inexperienced person, may be induced by the Marquis of Zuo, but Mioric is not so easy to be fooled.

The Marquis of Zusser was even more angry. Mioric’s questioning had clearly expressed his attitude. He did not put his own Marquis in his eyes, but he did not lose his mind. With his energy, he could not and Miori. In a strange confrontation, Marquis Zusser turned his gaze to Anfei and sighed: "Anfei, I am not malicious. Yesterday, let Sneefru go to General Mioric, just because I admire him, he is us. The hero is our savior! Am I too much? How do I offend you? Is it worth your poison?!"

An Fei did not speak, only quietly watching the Marquis of Zuo.

"Come on, come kill me!" The voice of Marquis Zusser is almost hoarse: "If you feel that you can't stand me, you can kill me, I am so old, I am not afraid of death! But why are you killing? How innocent people! Why!"

The knights of the Mioriqi Guards gave way. A group of swordsmen dressed up carrying more than a dozen stretchers and came in. The stretchers were all dead, the first one was Sneefru, which appeared yesterday. His upper body was naked and covered with dense scars, but most of the scars were old injuries, only a new injury, but also a fatal new injury.

Let Snyfrew's deadly wound look terrible, from the left shoulder to the right rib, the entire chest is almost opened, the wound is black. It also faintly exudes the taste of barbecue. The fatal wounds on other corpses are different in position. The neck is damaged and the chest is pierced. The only thing that is the same is the color of the wound. It is exactly the same as that of Sneefru. It is like a murderer who uses a torch to kill the barbecue. Over the wound.

"Anfei! Look at Sneefru, you open your eyes and have a look!" Marquis Zusser stroking Sneefru's chest with a trembling hand, screaming: "See Sneefru Is this scar of the body? He was born and died for the empire. I don’t know how many merits have been made, but unfortunately, unfortunately, he did not die in the hands of the enemy, but because of me...” The Marquis of Zusser said that he said no here. Going down, there was a turbid old tear in his eyes. The swordsman behind him hurried down and whispered something.

"Anfei! How can you bear it..." Zuosai did not know where the strength came from, and pushed away the entourage. A hoarse cry was heard in the mouth.

An Fei still stands there quietly. This time is not a time to argue, the opening must find a fatal flaw.

The knights of the Mioriqi Guards looked at An Fei’s eyes and were full of hostility. They all knew the purpose of coming here. The conflict between An Fei and the Marquis of Zusai is a well-known fact! And in the entire Violet City, the only thing that can cause this kind of wound is Anfei, who has a double repair! Just last night, Utter and the merchants did not tell the story of Anfei. The flame sword has become a symbol of Anfei.

The battle between An Fei and the Marquis Zusser has nothing to do with them. Even they will help An Fei. After all, this is also the destination of Mioric to the Violet, but An Fei should not kill Sneefru! Just a month ago, Sneefru was still a companion who fought side by side. In the blink of an eye, he died in his own hands. Who is not chilling? Who is not angry?

"I blame me... I blame me!" At this moment, the Marquis of Zusei had already shed tears: "I shouldn't let Sneefru be my chief knight. I wanted to help him. Who thought it hurt him, blame me." Ah!" The Marquis of Zusser was completely mad, and even desperately fanned his own slap in the face, and then he slammed and screamed again and again. His entourage rushed to the ground and slammed the Marquis of Zusser.

"An Fei, give us an account! Who gives you the power to let you kill people?!" A follower of the Marquis of Zuo Sai screamed with anger.

"Give us an account!" The other followers also shouted.

"Give us an account!" Several knights of the Mioric Guards were shaken and yelled with anger.

People's emotions are easily shaken. It’s okay to say no one. With the pick, the emotions will be like a spark of fire! Seeing the crowds. Slowly moving forward, An Fei, standing quietly there, is like a reef in the wild waves, and will soon be swallowed up. With a long shout and a cold light, Susanna is already standing next to Anfei, Chris Reisca and others all rushed out, and even Niya also smashed the sword in the crowd. At the beginning, Huiwei, who was forced by Anfei, did not know what magic weapon was taken from the space ring. Hagen, who is stingy, is no longer stingy, and he constantly distributes magic potions for everyone.

The tribulation is still good for life. From the beginning, a dozen magicians were settled by Philip's grandson with a few swordsmen. Now life and death are united, and everyone is growing.

"Shut up!" A thunderous roar broke through the sky, and the ears shook, and Mioric finally broke out. Only this sound made everyone stop, even those who wanted to make it. The more chaotic people also shrunk back.

"The Marquis of Zuo, you said that Anfei killed someone? Is there any evidence?"

"Evidence? Sneefru is evidence, they are evidence, I am also evidence!" Marquis Zusser teared off the gauze on his neck, the wound was torn, and the blood poured out again: "I saw him with my own eyes." !"

"Last night, I have been with Anfei, he can't kill!" Mioric said coldly.

"Haha..." Marquis de Zusé made a smirk: "Miolic, I know why you said this, An Fei is a student of the great magician Sol, and one of your old friends, the imperial court chief magician. On the one hand, the one who has already retired, I am not surprised to make such a choice!"

In this sentence, the knights of the Mioric Guards were shocked. They had a rock-solid trust in Mioric. Such trust could not be easily destroyed, but it could be shaken.

An Fei suddenly stopped in front of Mioric and smiled and said: "Uncle Mioric, let me come."