Assassin’s Chronicle

The second chapter of the sixty-two chapter

The speed of the carriage is not slow, but it is not very fast. It is easy to cause suspicion when it is slow. It is too fast to worry that the undead masters can't respond in time. As for the speed, it is only appropriate to rely on Buzurea. Connaught his own feelings.

In fact, there are many things in the world that are not fixed. A general can judge the enemy's movements in the tens of thousands of cumbersome and indistinguishable intelligence. A businessman can seize business opportunities in the intriguing and unpredictable shopping malls. It is based on the feeling that it is only after the feeling is found that the focus can be analyzed. If they ask why they can find something that others can't find, they can hardly tell the specific truth, but they really do it.

At noon, the carriage drove into the city of Buenos Aires, waiting for a long time black eleven and Apa greeted the carriage, the expression on their faces was very complicated, like daring and daring to speak, but also as helpless. Black eleven, the task of the two of them is to fight in front of the station, who knows that the preparations are all ready, and Anfei and others are like missing, left and so on, right, etc., two people are anxious like hot The ants on the pot turn around like a group. There is no magic transmission array in Buenos Aires. Closing the city gate means losing all the sources. Even if they are qualified to order the city gate to open urgently, it is unrealistic to go back. This waited until dawn, and finally got the information of the secret spy. Last night, An Fei and others rested in the punk city, and a conflict broke out that night. The specific situation of the conflict was temporarily unknown, but Anfei and others were intact.

Although I am no longer worried, there is a grievance in my heart, and the faces of two people will certainly not look good. Whether it is Chris or Niya, 焉 or Affy, the weight is very heavy, and any one of them may be severely punished. This has nothing to do with whether or not he has the ability to turn the tide. When things happen, they always have to contribute their own strengths in the incident. If they lose, they will be convinced. What is going on now?

Black Eleven and Apa first respected Buzureiano and then turned their attention to Chris. The black eleven concern asked: "Chris, you have nothing to do?" Actually this is nonsense. He knew that everyone had nothing to do in the morning, and Black Eleven wanted to express his attitude.

"I'm fine." Chris smiled, his eyes aimed at Anfei, which means: I said that you will be annoying when you play like this, I am right!

"It seems that we should change a carriage." Buzureano said with a smile, he really did not know that he has such outstanding affinity, looking to the side of the Slanberger, there is only one person. Compared with the two, he can be considered the upper hand.

The grief of the night has faded in the heart of Buzurea, or that he is deliberately forgotten, decades of ups and downs. He has seen too many lives and deaths, the deceased has been embarrassed, grief and can not recover anything, and is immersed in it. It is better to be prepared to report the enemy with a more ferocious attack.

"Adult, the carriage we are ready." Apa whispered, and after he had waved, the two Tsing Yi men took a carriage and walked out from the corner, handing the reins to Apa, and then Disappeared in the flow of people.

"You think it is very thoughtful." An Fei praised.

It’s just that this kind of praise has the temper of easing the atmosphere and apologizing in disguise. Black eleven did not look at An Fei. Bowing to Buzureano: "Adult, please get on the bus."

Buzureano glanced at An Fei and took the lead in boarding the carriage. An Fei arbitrarily changed the plan, not only brought confusion to others, but also caused him and Shilanbeige a lot of trouble, and even more dissatisfied with him, An Fei occurred in the temple and the goddess of the natural goddess The conflict, although the guards of the temple uphold justice. Truly told him the scene at the time. Let him understand that the main reason is not on Anfei, but people have a short heart. Buzureano felt very uncomfortable.

However, there are things that are serious, that is, An Fei, Niya and others are all killed in the temple, or the believers of the natural goddess have suffered casualties. Choosing between the two, Buzureano prefers to choose the latter. The tragedy really happened. Sol, Ernest and even Jurland are likely to react fiercely. All the goddess of nature will face a terrible disaster.

Moreover, the guards of the temple also told him that Anfei could use the power of the heart of nature. All of this combined to make Buzureano make the most intelligent choice. When he saw Anfei, there was no such thing. The matter of the temple is as if nothing has happened.

But these things are in my heart, and it is hard to accept, so Buzureano is very happy to see Anfei eat.

It took only a short time to talk and change the car. The carriage started to move forward again. Although the black eleven thought from the bottom of my heart that the practice of Anfei was very problematic, the prestige of An’s flight to Japan was still there. Out of the city of Buenos Aires, the face of Black Eleven has eased. He took something out of his arms and threw it to Anfei: He said with no anger: "This is for you." Finished, Black Eleven Still swearing, the corner of his mouth pointed to Apa around him.

An Fei understood the hint of the black eleven. He leaned back against the wall of the carriage, and his legs just blocked the paper roll in his hand and looked at it quietly.

The paper is a summary of the information, but Anfei has no way of judging what is valuable and what is not worth it. He just flipped through it quickly and earnestly. When he turned to the last page, the above handwriting attracted him. Attention, because he recognized it, it was black eleven handwriting.

There is not much content in the above, mainly about the Marquis of Zusei. On the second day after the withdrawal of the Semba Empire, the Marquis of Zusser left the Violet City with some private soldiers and rushed to the Holy City to arrive at the Holy City. After the low-key Marquis of Zuosai met Jadeland, he returned to the house he had purchased. The officials of the city did not go to the meeting, but he appeared in the banquet of the Great Prince Vieste on the third night. On, and talked with Vieste, like old friends who have not seen for many years. Afterwards, Vieste and the Marquis of Zusser also had a long-term private talk. They specifically talked about what no one knows, but according to the servant of the Marquis of Zusser, when the master came home, he was singing from the carriage. of.

Black eleven put a black line under the servant's words. What makes the souvenir of the left-handed Marquis so happy? This problem is not difficult to think, black eleven knows, and Anfei immediately understands it. The Marquis of Zuosai is determined to become the owner of Violet City, and the great prince West has made a promise to him!

An Fei gently slipped through the paper and looked at the front. The texture of the two papers was different. It seems that it was black eleven who added it without permission. Such information should not be allowed to be safe. Fly knows, so the black eleven will make a hint.

An Fei pondered for a long while, and his brow slowly relaxed. He figured out that if he had a contradiction with the king of the empire, Juliad, the position of the black eleven did not need to be considered, and Anfei would not have that kind of extravagant hope, but The person who sang the opponent's play was replaced by the big prince, but he was still a big prince who did not have the right to inherit. The black eleven proved with practical actions, and he would do his duty to the partner.

As long as the general direction is consistent, the trust between them will not be destroyed, and Anfei is not worried about this prerequisite. The most taboo thing for people to do is to make wall grass. They are self-sufficient and flexible, but they don’t know that no matter who has the upper hand, they will not give them good fruit. Since he has already thought that Jurland is also a wise monarch, Anfei will not easily change his mind, unless he is forced to go to nowhere, but with the wisdom of Jurad, he knows better than himself how to avoid such a situation. .

"Looked over? After you finish reading it, you will destroy it." Black eleven gave a soft cough: "This is what your Majesty confessed, and An Fei, Your Majesty really trusts you."

"Yeah." Apa said: "Those things don't even have the power to read through our prime ministers."

Anfei smiled and handed the paper roll to Susanna. Susanna took up her anger and the paper roll turned into countless pieces in Susanna's palm.

It was a wave of unrest, and a wave of ups and downs. Anfei stretched his legs and closed his eyes to meditate. I couldn’t think of the inexplicable offense of the great prince. Although everything is Judad’s idea, there is no relationship with him, but the great prince Vieste will not complain about his father, and he will definitely do scapegoat.

The word "hate" is used to describe this kind of relationship, but the big prince will at least hate himself. What happened to the great prince after the events in Violet City passed to the holy city a few days ago?

"Anfei, what's wrong?" Susanna whispered, and An Fei's frowning appearance caught her attention: "Is it uncomfortable?"

"Nothing." An Fei opened his eyes and then closed again: "I want to sleep for a while, you don't care about me." This is his habit. When he feels the pressure, he won't go to the horns, but instead Use sleep or cultivation to temporarily avoid it, and then completely relax and then think from a new perspective.

The body is relaxed, the mind sinks into the realm, and the surrounding voices are automatically filtered out by Anfei. He can't hear anything, and the breath becomes slow and long. Susanna and others are used to practicing Aifei, but they don't think Italian, Buzureano's gaze has always been on Anfei.

I don't know how long it took, Susanna suddenly said with amazement: "Hey? How did the carriage behind it stop?"

Buzureano picked up the curtain on the other side and glanced back, whispering: "Parking!"

While the carriage stopped, Anfei opened his eyes and sat up lazily, looking back at the gap in Susanna's shoulder.