The crowd dispersed in fear, and the guards ran over from afar. When the warning bell rang, the frightened white pigeons flew over the crowd's heads with a flapping sound.
Roddy glanced at the buildings on both sides. The next arrow in his hand was already on the bowstring. He was extremely vigilant. He was afraid that another enemy would threaten Sally.
Sally did not just stand there. When Roddy rushed over, she had already turned around and cast a "Holy Shield" and a series of BUFFs on the two of them.
Roddy understood and turned around. The two of them stood back to back and scanned the places in front of them where the enemy might appear.
But until more than thirty guards rushed over, there was no trace of other assassins.
Roddy lowered his bow and let out a sigh of relief. He knew that he had safely survived the assassination. But when he turned around, he found that Sally was staring at him with tears in her eyes.
Her eyes seemed to see through Roddy, but he did not dare to look at her. He had just broken her heart a minute ago. How could he face her now?
Her eyes were full of hope and desire. But after they looked at each other for three seconds, Roddy looked away guiltily. He tried to put away his bow and arrows as if nothing had happened.
Sally pursed her lips and did not speak. Then she noticed his bloodstained leather armor. She raised her hand to cast "Secondary Healing" and wanted to touch Roddy. But in the end, she clenched her fist and turned around to give an order to the captain of the guards behind her.
"Check all the surrounding buildings and preserve the enemy's bodies. I need to confirm their identities."
"Noel, bring two teams of shield-wielding guards to protect Baron Roddy back to the Ducal Palace."
"Cova, inform Knight Wellington of this matter. Implement a curfew tonight. Only the north gate will be opened. Also, strictly search the people entering and leaving the city."
Orders were issued one after another. The seventeen-year-old Naifei's maturity and steadiness were somewhat similar to his father, Angmar. The chaotic scene was gradually suppressed. The soldiers maintained order and began to methodically seal off the city and the city.
"Earl Winston, do you need me to send someone to escort you back?"
After taking a few steps forward, Sally stared expressionlessly at the coward who was still holding a short sword in his hand. The latter no longer had the courage to reply. He turned around and left without saying a word.
Knight Titus' team was the first to arrive. Sally took a deep look at Roddy, turned around and walked towards the monastery. In fact, she didn't need to inform the bishop personally, but when she saw Akasha walking towards her, she decisively chose to leave.
Facing his "real girlfriend," Roddy didn't know how to explain, so he said: "Just now, I … had no choice. After all, Sally —"
He knew that his behavior could easily cause Akasha to misunderstand, but the little priest shook her head and held his hand. "I believe you."
Roddy clenched her slightly cold palm. After a moment of silence, he said, "Let's go to the Ducal Palace first. This matter is related to the undead. I will not let them go."
Akasha followed by his side, not forgetting to carefully examine his wounds. But when she looked to the other side, there was a flash of worry in her eyes.
She pursed her lips slightly. Her mind was filled with the scene of Roddy and Sally fighting back to back. Looking from afar, she felt that these two seemed to be the most suitable couple. But Akasha quickly suppressed such worries. She tried to turn her attention to the crowd around her, but then suddenly frowned.
"What's wrong?"
Roddy turned his head and asked.
"No — nothing, I just saw wrong."
Akasha thought that she saw a somewhat familiar figure, but after thinking about it, she felt that it was impossible. She did not look anymore and hurriedly followed Roddy's footsteps.
*****
Walking in the corridor of the Ducal Palace, everything around was still as familiar as he remembered. Butler John led Roddy, who had changed out of his leather armor, to the room on the second floor. He pushed the door open, bowed and whispered: "Master's health is not very good, so Miss specifically told me not to tell him about the assassination."
"I understand."
Roddy nodded in response, then thought for a moment, and said to Akasha who had been following behind him, "Rest in the guest room for a while, I will find you in a while."
"Okay."
Akasha obediently followed Butler John out, while Roddy reached out to tidy up his robe and stepped into the room.
The strong smell of medicine wafted over. The Dukes Of Angmar was sitting on an armchair. Although they had not seen each other for more than a month, Roddy felt that his face seemed to have aged a few years. The old man's cheeks were very swollen, and the wrinkles on his pale and haggard face were very deep. When he heard the movement of Roddy entering the room, it seemed that it took a lot of effort for him to open his eyes.
"Fortunately … I have held on until now."
The old man tried to smile and gestured for Roddy to sit down.
"His condition … worsened?"
Roddy frowned slightly. Before he went to the Briar Forest, Duke was far from this old man, but now he found that the other's "HP" was close to the bottom. Obviously, he did not have much time left.
In response to his straightforward question, Angmar nodded and did not evade. "It was destined, it was just a step earlier or a step later, that's all. I was afraid that I would not be able to wait until you came, so I specially spent a lot of money to buy that bottle of medicine. Now it seems that I won't have to use it. "
He pointed to the table next to him. Roddy looked over and saw a bottle of medicine there. The liquid in the transparent bottle was slightly purple, and he could feel the magical waves within it from two meters away. Roddy knew that this was a "superior-grade" high-grade medicine, even more powerful than the ones that Ansadin had.
He bought this kind of medicine just to wait to see me?
Roddy frowned slightly. He felt that Angmar seemed to think too highly of him.
"That's right, why didn't I see Sally? She … cough cough cough … she purposely went to pick you up. I think she put a lot of effort into it. She started dressing up early in the morning, and when she left, she did not even let me see her … cough cough … appearance. "
Angmar tried hard to smile, but ended up coughing violently.
"Did the two of you quarrel? I saw that she was not very happy when she came back. "
Hearing this, Roddy finally understood where the problem was: Sally seemed to be hiding a lot of things, so this Duke thought that the relationship between the two was the same as before.
"Me and Sally …"
He opened his mouth to explain, but when he saw the faint smile on Angmar's face, he swallowed the words that were about to come out of his mouth, and then revealed a forced smile. "We had a quarrel because of something, but it's fine now."
"You're still young …" Angmar waved his hand. "I heard the bell just now, and when you walked in, your eyes were still very vigilant —"
"So … what happened?"
Roddy understood that some things could not be hidden from this old man, so he bluntly said: "The undead assassinated me and Sally, but I have already killed them."
He was not interested in describing the process of the counter-assassination, and continued: "But this matter is a little strange … The assassin was very weak, not even comparable to Magda and Belom, it is obvious that he is not one of Augustine's men."
"Then who is it?"
"Augustine has always been secretly contending with the council, and the two groups of people are independent of each other. This time, the one who came should be a subordinate of the council of the dead."
Angmar thought for a moment, and then frowned slightly: "I remember that you have mentioned the 'plague' before, the main reason I asked you to come this time is because of this matter …"
"There is some information there, take a look at it first. Today's information has also been sent over, the situation seems to be more serious than we thought."
Roddy's eyelids suddenly twitched a few times, and immediately carefully read the contents of the parchment, and soon, a golden prompt appeared in the "Mission Bar" —
[Judgment of the Bone Throne] Second Stage Mission Activated:
Mission Description: Understand about the 'plague', and find the source of the infection.
Mission Reward: 8000 experience points.
Seeing such a prompt, cold sweat unknowingly appeared on Roddy's forehead. He stretched out his hand to wipe it off, and looked at the information in his hand, only one sentence echoed in his mind:
It has been brought forward!
Roddy had mentioned the 'plague' to Angmar before, because in 595, the Kingdom of Karen really did have a great plague.
The invasion of the Orcs in 591 did not destroy the Kingdom of Karen in one fell swoop, and one of the reasons was that the royal family had secretly reached a certain agreement with the undead, allowing the Tasman Kingdom to attack Sauron's logistics from the rear, causing the first invasion of the "King of Thousand Axes" to only be able to conquer half of Efta.
Just when the Kingdom thought that it had escaped the disaster, the outbreak of the plague in 593 caused heavy losses to the people. This plague lasted for more than half a year, causing the country to suffer a fundamental loss, and was the biggest foreshadowing of the future disintegration of the Kingdom.
It was not until a year later that someone, through some clues, concluded that the plague had something to do with the undead, and the theme of the 596 expansion pack was to deal with the undead's overwhelming army of the undead …
Now that the nightmare had suddenly come forward, Roddy could only feel the blood in his body a little cold — not because of fear, but because of nervousness. The existence of this mission meant that there was still a way to deal with the plague.
From another perspective, the lives of hundreds of thousands of people were now in his hands!
He looked at the names of the places, opened the territory map, took a deep breath, and murmured in a low voice, "It's the same … even the location is the same …"
*****
At the same time, Sally, who had returned from the monastery, stepped into her bedroom.
In front of the dressing table, she tidied up her messy hair because of the assassination. She took off her gorgeous dress and washed off the makeup that she had spent hours on. After putting on a simple but elegant white robe, Sally looked at herself in the mirror, took three deep breaths, and then rubbed her slightly red and swollen eyes, turned around, and walked out of the room.
Walking from the second floor to the first floor, Sally walked with firm steps to the guest room. After waving her hand to dismiss the servant, she gently knocked on the door.
"Please come in."
A faint voice came from the room. Sally stepped in, and then reached out to close the door.
"I want to talk to you."
She looked at Akasha in front of her.
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