"Why was Duke Modewin able to bring a dagger in?"
Colin asked with a gloomy face as he looked at the bloody assassination scene in front of him.
The guards looked at each other and finally fixed their eyes on a warrior who was fully covered in armor.
They knew that it was Count Angele's personal guard who personally searched Duke Modewin's body, but they did not know if it was because of his carelessness or …
Colin also noticed the gazes of the guards and raised his head to look at his personal guard.
The personal guard's face was hidden behind the thick armor and no one could see his expression clearly. However, when he saw Colin looking at him, he immediately knelt down on one knee and raised his sword high above his head.
Although he did not say anything, his attitude meant that he was guilty.
Colin looked coldly at the personal guard. He hesitated for a moment, but perhaps he thought of the serious consequences of this matter. In the end, he steeled his heart and took the personal guard's sword, plunging it straight into his chest.
The personal guard screamed in pain and his head tilted to the side. He was no longer breathing.
Colin waved his hand dispiritedly and said, "All of you are dismissed. No one is allowed to speak of what happened here!"
"Yes!"
When only Colin was left in the courtyard, the anger on his face disappeared.
The personal guard who was "killed" stood up again and ignored the sword that pierced through his chest. He took off his helmet and revealed a weather-beaten middle-aged face.
He still did not say anything and just stood by the side quietly.
Colin bent down and touched Marquis Vincent's pulse. He found that there was still a trace of life in this person, but it was quickly fading away.
Therefore, he did not hesitate and immediately lowered his head to bite Marquis Vincent's neck.
"Gulp … Gulp …"
Wisps of blood-red smoke rose and formed a mysterious and profound pattern between Colin and Marquis Vincent.
As the blood-red light flashed, an ancient and strange ritual was in progress.
...
After a long time, Colin raised his head and let out a long breath.
He then had the time to check on Duke Modewin and found that this person was completely dead.
This former half-elf prince was truly an honest person. Even in death, he had died so thoroughly.
Perhaps, William Modiwen had already decided to die.
Colin lowered his head and observed a moment of silence for this person. Then, he saw Marquis Vincent's finger move slightly.
Seeing this, he hurriedly turned his head and gave a look. The personal guard who had been standing at the side with a sword in his chest immediately fell to the ground and pretended to be a corpse.
"I … What's wrong with me?"
Marquis Vincent got up in a daze, as if he had not figured out what was going on.
"You're already dead," Colin said indifferently.
Marquis Vincent was stunned. He looked at Colin and then at the corpse of Duke Modewin beside him. He finally came to his senses and said anxiously,
"Count Angele! This William Modiwen wants to kill me! "
After a few quick breaths, Marquis Vincent discovered the two frightening wounds on his chest and waist. He was just about to ask Colin to find a doctor to treat him when he realized that these two wounds didn't seem to be too serious.
There was no bleeding, no pain, as if the two wounds were just an illusion.
"I … What's wrong with me?"
Colin smiled and reminded him again, "Didn't I tell you that you're already dead?"
Marquis Vincent's face stiffened, and he said embarrassedly, "Count Angele, please don't joke about this …"
"I'm not joking," Colin said seriously, "You're already dead. I gave you a second life."
Marquis Vincent opened his mouth, but did not say anything.
If it was in the past, if someone dared to say such words to him, Marquis Vincent would have slapped them to wake them up.
But now, in the face of Colin's "arrogant words", Marquis Vincent fell into deep thought.
This was because he realized that the Colin in front of him was emitting an inexplicable aura. It was an irresistible power and holiness, and he could not help but have the urge to worship him from the bottom of his heart.
Although the bone-deep hatred for Colin was still there, it was firmly suppressed by an even stronger sense of reverence in the depths of his heart.
Moreover, Marquis Vincent had an inexplicable premonition that his life was in the hands of Colin. He could easily let him live, and he could also easily let him die.
The enemy of his life was now the master of his own fate!
"You … What did you do to me?" Marquis Vincent was suddenly plunged into endless fear.
"I gave you a second life," Colin said in a grand and chanted tone.
All of a sudden, Marquis Vincent seemed to have realized something. Following that, his expression changed completely. It was as if he had been inspired by the God of Light. The fear and suspicion on his face gradually disappeared, and in its place was boundless reverence and devotion.
"You are the apostle of my Lord, the chosen one!"
"That's right." Colin's face was full of sincerity, and he started to bluff, "I came to the world under the orders of my Lord to investigate the matter of the transmission channel of faith being cut off. At the same time, I was ordered to clean up the corrupted upper echelons of the church. "
Now that Colin knew many secrets of the Church of Light, he naturally began to upgrade his brainwashing declaration.
Normally, Marquis Vincent would definitely not believe such nonsense, but after experiencing the miracle of life and death and discovering that Count Angele was emitting an irresistible holy light, Marquis Vincent had no choice but to believe it.
Thus, the Marquis of the Eastern Region immediately crawled on the ground, kissing Colin's toes, and said in an incomparably sincere tone:
"The almighty God of Light! You did not abandon the most pious and humble believer after all! May your glory reappear, illuminate all things in the world, and sweep away all evil! "
Colin blinked his eyes. He was clearly surprised that the effect of this speech was so good.
Just as he was in a daze, Marquis Vincent raised his head and said in a clear voice: "Lord God's chosen one, what is my Lord's plan? Please tell me, I will do my best to help you complete it!"
Colin touched the tip of his nose and said indifferently: "I can't tell you my Lord's plan yet. If you are still loyal to your faith, then listen to my arrangements."
"Yes, Lord God's chosen one!" Marquis Vincent agreed without hesitation.
This made Colin even suspect that this guy found out that his life was in his hands, and was worried that Colin would settle old scores with him, so he deliberately put on such a respectful appearance.
However, Colin did not continue to probe. After all, he could easily kill Marquis Vincent through bloodline suppression, but he still could not test whether the other party's loyalty was reliable.
Unless he turned Marquis Vincent into a blood slave without self-awareness.
But that would be too wasteful.
As for Marquis Vincent, Colin had great use for him.
Thus, Colin changed the topic and asked: "What was the assassination attempt from before?"
Marquis Vincent pointed to the corpse of Duke Modewin beside him and replied: "It was William Modewin, this guy, who suddenly took out a dagger and wanted to kill me like a madman! Oh, right, it wasn't just him, I also felt another aura, at least rank 5 … … "
At this point, Marquis Vincent suddenly noticed that there was another "corpse" on the ground.
He was the personal guard that Colin had "killed" with his own hands.
But when Marquis Vincent saw the face of the personal guard, he was suddenly stunned.
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