A carriage passed silently like a ghost through the streets paved with black stones.
It had just rained on the street. When they saw the carriage approaching, pedestrians and carriages quickly moved to the side of the road, lowered their heads and took off their hats to salute. They watched the carriage pass by with awed eyes through the reflection on the wet stone slabs and the water.
The carriage is entirely made of golden sandalwood. There are no wheels. The light cyan wind magic pattern carved on the carriage is like a winding flower vine, flowing with wisps of light. The light comes from a cyan magic inlaid on the body of the carriage. The core set off, and finally a faintly visible swirling airflow condensed under the sled-like skateboard.
Pulling the carriage are two arrow-tailed terrain dragons.
This kind of terrifying level six monsters are known for their extremely fast speed, ferocious character and difficult to tame. But now, they are wearing red magic pattern armor and obediently play the role of pulling carts and horses.
The terrain dragon was running very fast. The ferocious mouth under the mask was thrust forward, the short forelimbs were contracted on the chest, the thick and strong anti-jointed hind legs alternated at a gentle pace, and every time the thick soles of the feet touched the ground, they would It drives the long tail that stretches straight and trembles behind it, with the top like an arrow, up and down.
The coachman sitting on the front seat of the carriage driving the carriage was a Kunlun slave with skin as black as ink and as tall as a giant.
He was wearing a tuxedo with gold embroidery and a red background, and was holding a long whip. Although his expression looked lazy, you only need to feel his terrifying aura and look at the scimitar on his waist, which is not much smaller than the guillotine. People will understand that when necessary, this coachman can cut any knight in the way, including man and horse, into two pieces!
The carriage drove through the streets, passed through a small square paved with large pieces of white jade, bypassed a fountain, and finally disappeared into a dimly lit alley amidst the flapping of wings of a group of frightened pigeons.
The crowd returned to its previous order.
A long carriage parked on the side of the road continued to move forward amidst the sound of whips, the shouts of the coachman and the sound of horse hooves. A lady wearing a long skirt, holding a small round umbrella, walking arm in arm, came galloping in with wooden shoes. The children who went there, the mercenaries carrying swords, and the ordinary people wearing linen clothes made the city look lively.
The carriage entered the small street. The Arrow-tailed Dragon ran straight towards the foyer of a small Baroque-style building at high speed.
As a whirlpool of blue-white light appeared, the carriage, which seemed to be about to crash into the gate, disappeared in a curtain of light. After a moment, everything returned to calm.
When the carriage reappeared, it had stopped in front of the steps of a small building in a garden shrouded in five-color light.
Kunlun Nu opened the car door, and a long, smooth, beautiful and flawless calf stretched out.
As her slender high-heeled shoes landed, a stunningly beautiful woman in her late twenties appeared in front of dozens of officials, guards and several fully armed knights in black uniforms who quickly rushed out of the door.
Seeing the woman, the men's Adam's apple slid up and down involuntarily. However, as the woman's charming and cold eyes swept away, no one dared to raise their heads. Dozens of people were in this isolated place. Standing solemnly at the door of the small building, under the woman's calm gaze, her back was gradually soaked with cold sweat.
"Oh, my beautiful Earl Moya, your arrival has made this secluded place so full of life."
Following an enthusiastic voice, a middle-aged aristocratic man wearing a long striped coat with puffy sleeves and tight cropped trousers came out of the door and walked toward the woman with open arms and a smile.
"I'm counting the days. It's almost time for you to arrive. Look, I've prepared all the documents and procedures for the handover, and I'm just waiting for your arrival."
The woman named Mo Ya smiled slightly, lifted up the hem of her skirt slightly, and saluted, "Thank you very much. Uncle Sherlock."
After giving the middle-aged noble a gentle hug, she looked around and said, "So, I will work here from now on?"
"Of course," the middle-aged nobleman Sherlock said with a smile on his face: "My dear little Moya, you are the youngest minister in the history of the Imperial Office of Supervision, the Inspector General. These bastards under Uncle Sherlock will be handed over to you today.
Who dares to be disrespectful to you? Just tell me and see if I don’t peel him off!"
"Thank you, Uncle Sherlock," Mo Ya smiled at Sherlock, and then said calmly, "Then... you can go." After saying that, she walked towards the door of the small building in a naughty way. Her high heels stepped on the solid ground.
on, making a crisp and pleasant sound.
When the woman passed by, the smile froze on the face of the middle-aged nobleman. At the same time, the eyes of everyone in front of the small building and the originally relaxed atmosphere froze.
"You..." The middle-aged man turned around with a cold look on his face. At this moment, a huge scimitar drew a bright blade of light in the air, splitting his head open from the top of his head to his crotch.
Down……
Blood splashed out from the suddenly split human body, splashing on the faces of the people around him.
Tick tock...tick tock...
People with bloodstained faces, with expressions of horror on their faces that could not react at all, opened their eyes wide, watching the middle-aged man who was alive a second ago fall into a pool of blood that quickly spread.
Many people's bodies began to tremble, and their teeth chattered up and down uncontrollably.
At this time, the woman who had already reached the gate seemed to have remembered something, turned around and walked back, throwing an execution order that was very familiar to people in the Supervisory Office into a pool of blood.
Then, she smiled gently and apologetically at everyone.
"Just now, I almost forgot."
After half a prayer time, everything was calm in the St. Solan Empire Supervision Office.
The corpse at the door of the small building has been taken away, and the blood has been washed away. People wearing the uniforms of the Supervision Office are either working at their desks or busy running around, as calm as if nothing happened.
Only when people occasionally raise their heads, they can still see a trace of fear and fear in the eyes of their companions. When passing by the foyer, they will suddenly remember that the highest officer here used to be named Sherlock.
But now, everything has been swept into history along with the cleaned corpses and blood. Their highest officer is sitting in the chief executive's office on the second floor. He is a beautiful, charming man who always has a gentle smile on his lips.
When a woman occasionally walks out of the office, she always nods to the people coming her way.
"Mr. Lance."
When Lance, the director of the Foreign Affairs Department of the Supervision Office, walked into the chief executive's office, Mo Ya looked up from the pile of work documents and smiled.
Then, she gently lifted her long skirt and turned it out from behind the table. Her long black hair was held up by a wooden hairpin, exposing her neck, ears and fair skin at the neckline of the long skirt. She exuded a soul-stirring beauty.
"According to the intelligence, Fei Lie Empire is ready to take action." Mo Ya called a signed document to Lance.
"The princess is currently traveling in Lulian Province. According to the schedule, she will soon board a ship from the port of Borabel, a small town southwest of Lulian, and return to the imperial capital. If my estimate is correct, the princess will arrive in Borabel.
The time is exactly the time for the Fei Lie Empire to launch an attack."
"Bolabel..." Lance, who was tall and dressed in military uniform, had obviously never heard of this place, and looked surprised for a moment: "Is that also the attack target of the Fei Lie Empire?"
"I think so." Mo Ya walked to the window and said calmly, "I hope Marquis Sherlock's stupidity has not spread to the entire Supervision Office. Otherwise, I'm afraid I will have to recruit people from other places to supplement this agency.
In the blood.”
As she said that, she turned back and looked at the pale Lance: "I don't have to pursue the previous negligence of the Supervision Office, but now it is related to the safety of Her Royal Highness the Princess. I think you should know what to do, right?"
"Understood, sir!" Lance nodded solemnly.
Seeing that Countess Mo Ya had no further instructions, he quickly turned around and strode towards the door.
"Wait!" Mo Ya stopped Lance, thought for a moment and said, "Also, although the Knights Templar will know this news earlier than us, we still inform them."
Lance was stunned for a moment, then realized what was happening and followed the order.
Watching Lance leave, Kunlun Nu's dark face was full of disdain: "Miss, if I hadn't known that Princess Alessia's fate would be decided by the knights competition three years later, I would have thought that the princess was already a member of the temple.
The Knights and the people from Lord Augustus’ family. Don’t these guys know how to be ashamed?”
"Actually, it can be said," Mo Ya walked back to the desk and continued to immerse herself in the parchment on the table. "With their strength, they want to say that the princess is Augustus' fiancée, and no one can object. The ending is doomed.
of."
Kunlun Nu took a deep breath.
"If you have the strength to make others unable to resist, you can also regard any woman as your fiancée." Mo Ya heard the servant's voice, raised her head, and smiled at him: "Including me."
Seeing the bright and enchanting face with a hint of smile hidden behind the documents again, Kunlun slave couldn't help but shudder.
He would rather castrate himself with the scimitar in his hand than dare to take advantage of the master in front of him.
I don’t even dare to think about it!
Roy followed Hugo and led a group of royal cavalry like a whirlwind into the castle that was only open a crack.
The heavy iron door quickly closed behind him, and the lord's castle in front of him had turned into a huge overcrowded refugee camp. The castle was filled with wounded soldiers lying everywhere, crowded with harpoon sticks or wooden sticks in their hands.
The civilians were trembling with their children in their arms. As far as the eye could see, it was a scene of miserable wind and rain.
Under the surprised eyes of the people gathered in the castle grounds, Roy dismounted and handed the reins to a noncommissioned officer who stretched out his hand.
"I'll discuss it with the princess and Mrs. Ellen first, and I'll come to you later." Hugo patted Roy on the shoulder, explained, and then led his men towards the main building.
It is an incredible honor to be patted on the shoulder by a royal knight.
For a moment, the people nearby looked at Roy in surprise, whispering among themselves, wondering how this little fool got the favor of the nobles.
Roy walked among the crowd, looking for people he knew.
Aunt Mary, Constable Hans, Uncle Posikin, Uncle Maxim and her niece, Sister-in-Law and her daughter, the old liar Richard, Miss Lan from Flower Street and several of her sisters, and even saw them
That legendary elf...but I didn't see Grandpa William, blacksmith dad Ken and Tom.
There were too many people and I couldn't find him at the moment.
Roy heard bursts of howling coming from the city wall and walked up the horse path.
Standing on the city wall and looking down, the beautiful city of Borabel, which stretches all the way to the port at the foot of the mountain, has become a hell flowing with blood and burning with fire.
More and more Philip soldiers were running up and down the streets.
They either galloped on horseback to chase down the fleeing people, or rushed into houses, dragged out the hiding residents, killed them, looted all their belongings, and then set the houses on fire with torches.
The whole city was filled with thick smoke and flames were shooting into the sky. The streets paved with bluestones were stained red with blood. The bodies of civilians were lying everywhere on the roadside. More civilians who were running away screaming were overtaken and chopped down one by one.
On the ground.
Roy saw with his own eyes that the old police sergeant who was leading a group of residents trying to run across the street to the castle was shot through the abdomen by a non-commissioned officer on horseback. Afterwards, the group of civilians were surrounded by a group of Phillies in the center.
Use swords to cut, gun barrels to step on, and horse hooves to trample. After a while, they became a pile of corpses.
Several women were dragged out of the crowd by their hair and pushed into a nearby room. Even a fool could understand what those Philip soldiers with lewd smiles wanted to do.
Is this war?
Roy closed his eyes and gritted his teeth.
The anger that Grandpa William forced to hide in the deepest part of his heart surged like a volcano, carrying a violent force that constantly impacted Roy's rationality that he had been desperately trying to seal off for the past five years.
He didn't dare to open his eyes. He was afraid that if he opened his eyes, he would jump off the city like a moth to a flame, rush towards those damn Fei Lie bastards, and die with them!
"Roy?" A familiar voice came to my ears.
Roy opened his eyes suddenly and saw a face full of freckles, looking at him excitedly!
"Tom!"
Two surprise friends suddenly hugged each other!
"Man! You scared me to death!"
Tom couldn't help but pulled Roy towards the backyard of the castle.
"I thought you went back to the woods and thought you would never come back! It made me cry!"
As he spoke, Tom pointed to the faint traces of tears on his dirty and plastered face, and said happily: "Look! This is real, it was not made with water like that to trick my dad!"
Despite his heavy and depressed mood, Roy couldn't help but laugh.
While they were talking, two boys aged sixteen or seventeen had already run down the city wall, passed through the crowd, and walked into the passage between the main building and the auxiliary building of the castle that led to the backyard of the castle.
While moving slowly in the aisle filled with people on both sides, Tom showed off: "Man, do you know that the female swordsman who helped us beat Andrew today is a bodyguard of Her Royal Highness the Princess!"
Without waiting for Roy to answer, Tom said excitedly: "I just saw the princess! Holy Emperor, I have never seen such a beautiful girl. She is simply a fairy. If you can know her, listen to her
Call my name, even if you die immediately, I will be satisfied."
With that said, he struggled to squeeze out of the crowd, pulling Roy and running towards the blacksmith Ken who was hammering in a temporary workshop not far away.
"Dad, look, Roy is back!"
Ken, who was repairing his armor, looked up when he heard the sound and saw Roy, with a happy smile on his face.
"Boy! Come here and help me!"
Hearing the blacksmith's call, several royal sergeants nearby who had escorted the princess to the castle turned around. When they saw Roy, they couldn't help but smile and wave to him.