Assassin’s Chronicle

It is reasonable to say that it is a happy thing to get rescued in times of crisis, and the other's sentiments are still very lofty. If you do good things without leaving a name, then you will disappear into the darkness, neither the name nor the profit. Respectable, but Anfei is really not happy.

Since seeing Zeda’s arrogance and deliberately provoke the incident, Anfei has a strange feeling. The big prince West does not want to make the situation big. Zeda is not being instructed by others. Conspiracy, because Zeda’s approach will first provoke Saul, and secondly will anger Vieste, neither will be pleased on both sides. If things are really big, who will benefit? There should be a third party!

It’s not a good thing to be saved. Does God know if the other person is following him or with the knights? What kind of camp are they? And this proves that the other party still wants to use Sol's students to do something.

"Ann, do you see who helped us?" Chris walked up.

"No." An Fei shook his head.

The seven knights lay quietly there, some of them are not adult-shaped. The calmness and self-confidence of the past have already become panic. Chris's brow suddenly wrinkles: "There are undead magicians?!" His The eyes are falling on the two groups of carrion.

An Fei walked slowly forward, picked up a piece of cloth from the ground, took a few steps back, closed for a moment, then put the piece of cloth in front of the nose, took a deep breath, and first rushed into the nose. The faint scent of the powder was followed by a stench of smell. Anfei knew that the cloth was not stinky, and the odor was uploaded from the carrion a few meters away from the front.

An Fei pondered for a moment, threw away the cloth, and strode to the carriage and jumped into the carriage.

"Anfei, we...and will we continue to move forward?" Niya whispered. Within a day, several times on the verge of extinction, her heart is almost numb.

"No, who is familiar with the road nearby? We should turn to the south." An Feidao.

"We should continue to go to Greentown, not far from Greene City, there is a southward winding road, turn down the road and then move forward, there is a Baytown, there is a ferry, we can go on board Next, from Lagan ashore, there are only a few miles from the Cram Forest," Zubin said.

The eyes of everyone were concentrated on Zubin. When he said so much in a single breath, everyone was a little surprised.

An Fei did not hesitate and nodded. "Well, follow the route that Zubin said. Zubin, will you drive a carriage?"

"meeting."

"That's up to you, let the lady go in for a break."

Zubin did not speak, and reached out and reached out. Niya silently handed the whip to Zubin, then got into the carriage, and she was really tired.

"Zhubin, how long can I go to Greentown?" asked Anfei.

"If you don't have a break, we can go to Greentown before dawn."

"Can you support it?"

"no problem."

"Then let's go right away." An Fei regained his gaze from the darkness around him. His sensory ability is limited. If the 'strong' who do good things choose to keep track of them, he can't know where the other side is hiding. . According to Sol, the strength of the sensory ability depends on the strength of the mental power. It seems that it will take a lot of time to exercise mental strength in the future. It only looks through a lot of magic books and has not seen the specific spiritual cultivation. In this way, the magical power of the magician is naturally obtained in long-term meditation, right! meditation……

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In the royal palace of St. Francis Hill, in a bedroom on the first floor under the arch, a man and a woman are lying in bed, their posture is very beautiful, and the woman’s thighs are wrapped around the man’s waist. The body is constantly writhing like a irritating sensation. From time to time, a low snoring sounds, and the man plunges into the woman’s arms with one hand, and the other hand is kneading on the woman’s buttocks. .

Just then, a maid came to the door and walked in: "His Royal Highness, Brufide wants to see you."

"This nasty guy..." The man whispered and then lifted up. It was the great prince Vieste of the Mao Empire. He got out of bed and grabbed the crystal ball on the table and shook his head and put it down. Then he bent down and took a teacup from under the table and slammed it on the wall, making a crisp crack, and he screamed with enthusiasm: "Roll! Give me a roll! I don't want to see anyone." !!"

West's voice sounded very angry, but his face was smiling, and he squeezed his eyes to the maid.

The maid stretched out her tongue and walked out gracefully.

"Giggle... My Highness, it’s the first time I saw you lose your temper, like a child, it’s really interesting."

"I don't care if you treat me as a child. I care that Brucefeld must treat me as a child," West said faintly.

"I am really weird, Your Highness, don't you really worry about it? Philip has been irritated. If he and the Sol Masters have a head-on conflict, it will have a huge impact on the Mao Empire! Your throne... ...maybe some changes will happen."

"You are testing my secret?" Wester laughed.

"No, I am just curious. If you don't want to say it, I can take back my words."

"You have a lot of heart." Vieste lay on the bed, stroking the woman's long hair, her eyes full of love and pity: "Since you want to know, I can tell you."

"Okay," the woman said with a smile. She looks very beautiful, such as the elf-like pale green hair is scattered on the white chest, with a kind of unpredictable temptation, a delicate chin, white teeth, a blush on the cheeks, and a micro-cloth on the tip of the nose. With tiny sweat beads, a pair of eyes are big and clear, giving a feeling of innocence.

"I misunderstood Brufield. In order not to let him doubt, I have never sent someone to stare at him. I really didn't expect him to be familiar with Zeda in a short period of time, and still let Zeda Going out to do things for him, huh, huh... but now it’s too late to regret it.” West is talking about something that disappoints him, but he still smiles like he doesn’t know the serious consequences, and he is still affectionate. The woman’s forehead kissed.

"You are too underestimated by Brufield." The woman put her face in the palm of Vieste, a look of satisfaction, but her heart was very nervous. The longer she stayed with Vieste, the more she knew about the depths and the city of Vieste, and she couldn’t be nervous when she stayed alone with such a man. Regardless of how deep and affectionate Vieste’s expression is, she does not believe what she sees, because a man like Vieste only has himself in his heart, only pays attention to his rights, and it is almost impossible to truly fall in love with her, even though she She is confident in her appearance, but she is more confident in Vieste.

"On the contrary, I am overestimating Bruffield." West said in a helpless tone.

"Oh?" The woman's eyes widened and she didn't understand the meaning of Vieste.

"Before this, I have done one thing, hoping to attract the attention of Brufide. It turns out that my hopes have failed."

"What is it?"

"Miolic got the command of the defending forces of the Holy City. I spent half a day getting the loyalty of Mioric. He is willing to execute my orders unconditionally. If you heard about it, What will you think of me?" Wester laughed.

"I will look at you again and reassess your ability." The woman replied.

"I told Bruphyd in a showy tone that Mioric was willing to listen to my command. I thought he would be aware of it and he would be more scrupulous in doing things. Who knows that this idiot is only his boring heart. The plan is really disappointing."

"Yes... things have happened, you have to find a way to remedy it!"

“Remedy? Why remedy?” Vieste showed a smile.

"Philippe himself is a big swordsman with a violent personality, and he and three other students have also reached the realm of the great swordsman. If he really has a conflict with Sol, no matter which aspect of the casualties, it is equal to the empire. A major loss!"

"Oh... my baby, it seems that not long ago, we still talked about how to deal with your brother."

"His Royal Highness, I can think... Are you humiliating me?!" The woman's look changed.

"No, no, no, baby, you still have that problem, too much heart. I am just explaining a fact. My family and friendship can be degraded. Is it worthwhile to trust teachers and students?" Wester smiled: "You think that the Phillips family has four big swordsmen. In my opinion, there is only one. This is our difference."

"Do you think... Philip's students will betray him?"

"Of course, the key is how much benefit I promised, the value is not worthy of their betrayal, um... I hate the word 'betrayal', I think, they hate it too? If Philip becomes a traitor? They It became a hero of the great deeds!" Wester laughed. "Baby, understand? This is the benefit of being a king. If the final right of interpretation is in your hands, you are the **** of omnipotence!"