"The White Eagle Family reacted faster than we expected. The Iron Eagles arrived in Eternal Star two hours ago. This will give His Majesty a lot of time to prepare before the news spreads." Zayen sat elegantly on a carriage without a coat of arms driven by the knight Seychelles.
He said those words with a cold expression and looked out of the carriage window.
Another carriage with an equally mysterious identity was parked beside them. The windows of both carriages were open so that the owners of the two carriages could converse.
"But so what? No matter how fast a fish swims, it cannot avoid the current. This is the current that His Majesty is destined to face. "A sharp voice came from the other carriage.
"But there's a problem with our intelligence," Zayen said coldly, "There's an unexpected big shot in the diplomat group … The consequences are more serious than we thought."
"You want to give up?"
Zayen paused for a moment and took a deep breath. "No, not at all. The plan remains the same."
There's no turning back now, is there?
"That's good." The sharp voice said nonchalantly, "The general edict has been issued. The nobles will come one after another in a short period of time. By then, Eckstedt's official response should have arrived: mobilizing troops, demanding territory, threatening war. Guess how His Majesty will respond? Endure humiliation for the greater good, or send our country to hell at all costs? "
"And for you to do such a big thing, you're really willing to be ruthless …"
Zayen sighed softly and shook his head gently. "Just as your race says — 'power from violence'. This is a necessary step. I need to determine your attitude and stance. Your refusal to join New Star has troubled us greatly. "
Another voice laughed loudly. "Looks like you're very confident in yourself! It's no wonder. Think about it. The young, elegant, and outstanding Master of Jade City, Guardian Duke of South Coast, Zayen Covendier, was made heir by His Majesty! What a beautiful scene! "
"We are willing to promise on the honor of our family that your rule in Western Desert will not be shaken, and that you can even benefit from the decline of the Northern Territory," Zayen said seriously and sincerely. "And it doesn't have to be me … Constellation can also become a king selection system, right?"
He leaned forward slightly and said slowly and softly,
"And as one of the six, you're destined to be the king selection."
The carriage was silent for more than ten seconds.
"Alright, from now on, you have my guarantee," the shrill voice said slyly, "If Constellation reaches that stage, the Fakenhaz Family will follow the trend."
Zayen clenched his fists slightly.
He suppressed the impatience in his heart.
This fellow.
He still wasn't willing to bet easily.
Did he think that Fakenhaz had a chance as well? Or did he simply lean towards the other families? Cullen? Nanchester? Or the most unlikely Tabark?
"I will remember Fakenhaz's attitude," the master of Tricolor Iris Flowers said faintly.
Although Zayen kept a straight face, he was very wary of the person in the other carriage. This fellow's threat level on his list was second only to the fat Guardian Duke of the Eastern Sea, and even higher than the One-eyed Dragon of Nanchester.
The shrill voice laughed again and continued, "It's an honor! The future King Zayen! I heard that you have been disgraced by the Blood Bottle Gang's matter? Aren't you working together to control the gang? Is that old man Cullen just going to stand by and do nothing? "
When Zayen heard the word 'His Majesty', he frowned and curled his lips without anyone noticing. "Thank you for your concern. Everything is under control. Let's call it a day. I still have to rush to Renaissance Palace, and you should be in the Ruins right now to personally receive His Majesty's edict."
"Don't worry." The shrill voice suddenly turned cold. "Fakenhaz is never absent."
"Very well, Sir Fakenhaz. I look forward to seeing you again," Zayen said his last words.
"Yes." The shrill voice laughed and said, "I also look forward to the reunion of the nineteen noble families in the capital twelve years later … Haha."
The two carriages started their respective carriages, crossed each other, and drove further and further away.
Zayen lowered his head and closed his eyes, gently rubbing the bridge of his nose.
"Sir," Seychelles' voice came through the front window, "Something's wrong up ahead."
Zayen opened his eyes slightly.
In the distance outside the carriage, a rapid and strange sharp sound came.
Seychelles let go of the horsewhip with one hand and gripped the sword at his waist. He said coldly, "It seems that a carriage has been attacked by assassins."
—
Looking at the beggars who were either lying or standing on both sides of the street, Gilbert calmly leaned forward and pulled open a small window at the front of the carriage. He hesitated for a moment, but still calmly and quietly said, "Madam Jines, there's something strange around us."
Through the small window, Thales clearly saw Jines' back tremble slightly.
"… Assassins?" she said slowly, "Are they here for that child?"
For some reason, Thales heard some unstable emotions in Jines' words.
He also noticed that Gilbert was looking at Jines' back worriedly.
"Not necessarily," the middle-aged noble said softly.
'Not necessarily?'
Thales checked the JC dagger at his waist. When he heard this, he could not help but be stunned.
'But even Yodel is certain that it's an assassin. Why did Gilbert tell Jines that it's "not necessarily"?'
"Be ready to speed up and escape at any time."
"But before they really make their move, Jines, you must be steady! Never! Remember, they are not necessarily assassins. " The middle-aged noble was extremely solemn. He seemed to feel that what he said to Jines was a little inappropriate, so he immediately added, "Yodel, you too!"
"Are they here for me?" Thales asked with a serious expression.
"The situation is unclear for now." Gilbert returned to his seat and stared at the surroundings of the carriage with a sharp gaze. He said quietly, "Theoretically, it is impossible for your existence and whereabouts to be leaked, but please be prepared for the worst."
"At least seven." Even though they were invisible, Yodel's hoarse voice strangely rang beside Thales' ears. "They are skilled in hiding, well-trained, and arranged on the road to Renaissance Palace."
"I am ready. I can accelerate at any time. Sit tight." Jines' voice traveled into Thales' ears, adding a chill to it.
"Jines, calm down!" Gilbert seemed to be a little abnormal as he said this to Jines sternly.
Even Thales, who was the most inexperienced among them, could sense that something was wrong with Jines at that moment.
The carriage went around a corner and drove from the muddy ground to the brick ground. There were still two more streets before they reached the Central District.
At that moment …
The expression of an old beggar who was moaning on the ground to their left suddenly changed. Using his hands and feet, he chased after one of the horses and extended his hand towards Jines, asking for money as an alms.
* Crack! *
The horsewhip cracked and the entire carriage began to shake violently!
Without any warning, the carriage began to accelerate!
Gilbert's expression changed drastically. He pounced to the front of the carriage and shouted loudly without caring about Thales' reaction, "Jines, no! Wait … "
But it was too late.
Jines, who was in the driver's seat, let out a furious shout!
"Come on! Shameless bastard! "
The horsewhip cracked angrily. As Jines' wrist turned rapidly, it lashed fiercely on the old beggar's body!
* Crack! *
A huge force surged and a line of blood spurted out from the beggar's body.
The old beggar flew five meters away with blood dripping down his body. A short machete fell from his sleeves.
While the shocked Thales was still trying to understand what had happened, he saw a beggar at the back of the carriage leap up abruptly. He held a dagger with both hands and roared furiously.
"It's happened. Attack!"
More than ten figures pounced towards the carriage from among the beggars and tramps!
Thales' expression changed drastically.
There were more than seven assassins!
Unfortunately, when he counted the number of assassins, the enemies had already launched their attack.
The two horses were the first to suffer. Two assassins were seen rolling past the horses' abdomens. As the black horses neighed sorrowfully, blood spurted out.
Under Jines' angry rebukes and the whipping, the carriage continued to move forward according to its inertia. However, the carriage immediately crashed into the fallen horses, and the entire carriage flipped to the side abruptly!
Jines leaped up with force and whipped an assassin at the side, causing him to fall to the ground.
She had a crazed expression as she gritted her teeth and drew out the longsword at her waist. She turned around and stabbed the assassin behind her in the left chest.
* Bang! *
The carriage finally fell to the side on the road.
The moment the carriage flipped, Thales was hugged tightly by Gilbert. As the carriage flipped, they fell to the side near the window.
Three assassins leaped onto the flipped carriage!
When Thales climbed up in a daze, he felt Gilbert pressing him to the side.
* Crack! *
The one who attacked was not the assassins, but Gilbert. With a calm expression, he drew out his staff and swung his arm, completely shattering the window glass above his head!
The glass shards flew into the sky. The three assassins instinctively raised their arms to protect their eyes.
Gilbert's staff was like a venomous snake. A sharp blade popped out from the tip of the staff. With a precise thrust, an assassin fell while holding his neck.
Thales hugged his head tightly as he felt the small glass shards fall around the carriage.
Two longswords were passed into the carriage and thrust towards Thales. However, they were deflected by the noble's rapier in Gilbert's left hand. With an ingenious move and strength, the two swords were deflected.
* Rip! * One of the two blades stabbed into the sofa in Thales' left hand, while the other swept past his right arm and pierced through the air.
Thales gritted his teeth as he felt a cold sensation coming from his right arm.
One of the assassins saw the scene in the carriage.
He immediately said in surprise, "No —"
However, before the assassin could finish speaking, he was interrupted.
Yodel appeared behind the two assassins like a ghost. His gray short sword slashed horizontally across the back of their necks.
The two assassins, who were dressed in rags, immediately fell limp.
"Send him away!" Gilbert roared furiously. He blocked the glass shards that filled the sky, pressed on the carriage, and flipped out of the carriage!
Yodel grabbed Thales' belt and fished him out of the carriage.
As Jines roared furiously, Thales saw the situation around him clearly. Under the illumination of the Everlasting Lamp, seven or eight assassins dressed as beggars charged towards the overturned carriage with long shadows behind them!
The unrelated passersby ran and fled amidst screams and cries for help. The street was instantly in chaos.
Gilbert kicked a broken piece of the carriage towards the assassin closest to him. He then thrust his swords forward and forced the assassin on the left to retreat.
Yodel's figure flashed and he slit the throat of an assassin who was charging towards him. He then carried Thales in his arms.
Just as he was about to enter the Realm of Shadows, a sudden change occurred!
* Screech! *
An ear-piercing sound suddenly exploded in the air!
Yodel suddenly let go of Thales.
* Screech! *
It was a sharp sound of extremely high decibels!
At that moment, Thales gritted his teeth in pain. He felt as if his head was about to explode from this sound!
'Damn it!
What is this sound? '
He subconsciously covered his ears! However, that urgent sound was like a demonic sound. It drilled into his brain without any obstruction.
* Screech! *
The sound continued. Jines and Gilbert seemed to be greatly affected. Their expressions were distorted and their movements changed. Jines' left arm was even cut by a knife while she was swaying.
* Hiss! *
The demonic sound became more and more urgent.
Yodel trembled as he resisted the invasion of the demonic sound. He lowered his head. Thales knew that he was speaking, but his mind was filled with the piercing sound. He could not hear it at all.
Thales narrowed his eyes and endured the pain in his eardrums. He used all his strength to cover his ears. He raised his head and was shocked to see that five of the assassins, who had pained expressions but could move freely, had reached behind their backs and pulled out a weapon. They aimed it at him and the Masked Protector.
Crossbows.
Or crossbows.
Thales felt a chill in his heart. He no longer doubted that this was a meticulously planned assassination.
The crossbow mechanisms trembled simultaneously.
The sound of the mechanisms could not be heard in the demonic sound, but five long black shadows appeared in Thales' vision.
In the next moment, Thales was thrown a few meters away by Yodel.
* Hiss! *
Amid the tormenting demonic sound and the strong wind in the air, Thales watched in despair as the black shadows shot towards the Masked Protector.
Yodel's figure trembled violently as he spun rapidly!
'No.
'Yodel …
'Yodel Cato.'
He thought in fear.
Thales fell to the ground and rolled a couple of times.
* Hiss! * The demonic sound was getting closer.
He covered his ears and struggled to get up while trembling in pain. But he ran into a ragged figure.
It was a sloppy young beggar. His face was delicate and young, and he was not much older than Thales.
His lips were open and trembling at a high frequency.
As he got closer, the tormenting demonic sound was getting closer as well.
The beggar's gaze was cold as he pulled out a dagger from his waist.
Thales, who was gritting his teeth and enduring the demonic sound, understood something.
Following the instincts he had developed over the past month, he subconsciously pulled his right foot back, raised his left arm, shifted his center of gravity, and posed in a standard Northland Military Sword Style.
One of the three defensive styles, Iron Body Style.
Amidst the demonic sound, the dagger pierced his left arm at high speed!
Pain assaulted him, but Thales gritted his teeth and knew that he had made the right choice.
The young beggar was a little surprised, but he immediately opened his mouth wide at Thales. As his mouth and tongue trembled, the demonic sound became even louder!
* Hiss! *
At that moment, the feeling made Thales close his eyes.
He screamed in a frenzy and futile manner, almost wanting to dig his eardrums out from his ears!
In the violently vibrating air, every cell in Thales' body seemed to start trembling.
He felt himself starting to heat up, just like food being irradiated by a microwave.
'Stop!'
He jerked his arms and instinctively covered his ears.
'Stop!'
The dagger was pulled out of his left arm, and a trail of blood gushed out.
'Stop!'
Thales' face was drawn in pain, and he fell to his knees in the terrifying demonic sound.
'Stop!'
The dagger stabbed at his throat again.
'Stop!'
At the last moment, Thales opened his eyes in despair. He saw the young assassin's cold-blooded face gradually distort into another blurry face.
It was a girl with long eyelashes. Her bright eyes were staring at him curiously.
"Huh? Your name is Wu Qiren?
"What a strange name.
"My name? Take a guess … "
The boy trembled and reached out to the blurry face.
Excitement and boiling heat assaulted his heart at the same time.
He felt pain in his left shoulder, and the demonic sound by his ears suddenly rose, covering the girl's next words. He only saw her blurry lips open and close.
'Stop.'
He mumbled subconsciously.
'Stop.
'I can't hear her!
'Stop.'
He reached out and grabbed something, as if he had grabbed something out of thin air.
'Stop.'
He mumbled.
'Then.'
The demonic sound really stopped.
His mind was no longer in a mess.
His eardrums no longer hurt.
The scene in front of him returned to normal.
Thales trembled and opened his eyes.
The dagger that was aimed at his throat was now stuck in his left shoulder.
The owner of the dagger, the young assassin, grabbed the hilt of the dagger and knelt down weakly.
The young assassin fell into Thales' arms, face to face. The corners of his mouth twitched, and his body trembled.
Thales looked at him in confusion.
The young assassin's face gradually turned pale. He looked into Thales' eyes, and his gaze was also filled with confusion and puzzlement.
'Why?'
Thales could read this message from his gaze.
Thales panted heavily, endured the pain in his shoulder, and looked at him in shock and bewilderment.
The boy also wanted to know why there was a murderous Psionic assassin just a moment ago … Wait.
Wait.
This is …?
Thales supported the young man, panted, and lowered his head.
In the space created by their bodies and arms, the boy raised his warm right hand.
He trembled and looked at the warm and moist thing in his hand.
It was an irregular red sphere.
There were many tubes in it.
It seemed to be … vibrating?
Thales focused his gaze.
He saw it clearly.
His gray pupils shrank abruptly!
In Thales' previous life, he did not do well in his high school biology class. When he went to university and became a postgraduate, his biochemical knowledge improved by leaps and bounds.
But this did not stop him from recognizing what the thing in his hand was.
It was a blazing heart that was still pulsating unceasingly …
It was bright red and had a hint of liquid in it …
Heart.
The blood vessels between its two chambers could not absorb blood, and they twitched forcefully.
Thales subconsciously looked at his chest, and then at the young assassin's chest. But their chests were intact, without a single drop of blood.
* Thump … Thump … Thump … *
The beating of the heart became slower and slower.
It became slower and slower.
Thales was stunned for a few seconds before he trembled violently!
The fresh, bloody heart slid from his hand to the young assassin's knees.
The young assassin's breathing became weaker and weaker. With a pale face, he seemed to realize his fate.
"Lucy …" he moaned beside Thales' ear, listless and powerless.
These were his last words.
Until he stopped moving.
The sounds of fighting finally returned to Thales' ears.
The trembling prince extended his right hand, which was covered in warm blood, and pulled out the dagger from his left shoulder while enduring the pain. He threw it away without looking and scrambled away from the young assassin.
The young assassin's corpse fell face down powerlessly, pressing down on that … heart.
His own heart.
'What … is this?
Did I 'lose control' again? '
Thales shuddered and thought of Yodel, who was surrounded and killed by arrows.
He subconsciously turned his head, but there was nothing beside the carriage other than the assassin's corpse.
Thales' ear, which was still in pain, moved … Another assassin landed beside him.
The moment the demonic sound disappeared, the assassins noticed the abnormality in this corner. With Gilbert and Jines holding them back, they finally managed to free up some manpower and quickly came to help.
The assassin who came to help looked at the young man lying on the ground in shock, then at Thales. Without hesitation, he swung his right hand and a hidden blade appeared under his wrist.
Thales extended his hand towards JC, thinking about the possibilities of defense and escape.
'Or …' He glanced at the young assassin's corpse. 'With that power …'
At this moment!
Thales' entire body erupted with intense pain from inside out!
"Urk!"
Thales clenched his teeth and suddenly fell limp.
It was as if someone was tearing his soul apart!
'No!
No! '
But the assassin did not care about his movements. He only coldly thrust his hidden blade at him. But at this moment, Thales did not even care about the danger to his life.
He had never experienced such pain.
It was as if every single molecule in his body was roaring in protest!
"Ah!"
Thales finally could not stand the torturous pain anymore. He screamed and twitched as he watched the enemy's hidden blade attack him.
'Is this the end?
'It hurts.
'It … It hurts.
'That power is indeed … not without a price.'
However …
* Rip! *
Just as the assassin was about to succeed, a tall and slender figure appeared behind him.
Before the assassin could turn around, a longsword came from the back of his head and pierced through it.
Thales, who fell limply on the ground, raised his head as he breathed his last.
A well-dressed and elegant young nobleman with a round face walked out from behind the assassin.
The young nobleman frowned and wiped the liquid on his sword on the latter's clothes.
The pain receded like the tide.
Feeling the pain in his body temporarily subside, Thales struggled to take a breath like a drowning man.
He looked at the nobleman's shoulder, and his gaze immediately trembled.
There was a complicated coat of arms embroidered there.
Thales recognized this coat of arms.
Red, blue, green, three petals.
A tricolored iris flower.
In the distance, the fanatical Seychelles knight waved his saber and stood beside Gilbert, who was lying limply on the ground. He beheaded an assassin.
"Come behind me, child," Zayen Covendier, the master of Jade City, Guardian Duke of South Coast, said indifferently and elegantly.
"Eternal Star City does not welcome murder."
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