Dust of History Chapter 64: Character determines everything

In the Duke's mansion, the Duke is listening to the report of the spies he placed in the Academy of Magic.

The eldest daughter of the duke has just been promoted to Assistant Minister of Finance, and the younger daughter is about to become the imperial concubine. Now he is unparalleled in the empire in terms of prestige and strength. But now the Duke is listening to the spy's report with a serious expression on his face. Contrary to his recent Qingyun Zhishang, his current mood is completely on the edge of thin ice. Because he received a letter a few days ago.

To be precise, he didn't receive it, but he picked it up. The sender of the letter was Bishop Ronis, and the recipient of the letter was Cedros, Lord of Eufu. By a very coincidental chance, the Duke's spy at the Academy of Magic got a letter delivery job, so he naturally sent the letter to the Duke first. The duke opened the letter and read it, and even with his self-control and self-cultivation, he would immediately turn pale with shock.

Bishop Ronnies wrote in the letter that the Duke has already won the political struggle of the empire, but this person is too ambitious, and it will be a matter of time before he seizes the throne. And if such a person really sits on the throne, it will be a threat to every country around him, so it is best to deal with him now when he is just getting started. Ask Sedros to bring to the capital the Duke's previous correspondence with him and all evidence of his cooperation.

The friendship between the Duke and Cedros began only six or seven years ago. He was not very clear about the previous situation of this university student, and never expected that he and Bishop Ronnies were old acquaintances. Judging from this letter, it seems that Bishop Ronis should have known that he was secretly assisting Sedros to establish Oufu, but he never showed the slightest reaction. The old man's scheming made the Duke feel inferior. And now he has to act first, and it is almost a fatal blow when he makes a move.

Although Sedros is his friend, he is also a person who does great things, so the Duke knows very well that there will never be any friendship that can rival a powerful relationship. Sedros also knows what kind of person he is, and even he himself knows that the words in this letter are not alarmist.

If this letter is really delivered, the consequences will be absolutely unimaginable. Now he must devote all his energy to how to deal with this matter.

However, Bishop Ronnies' position is high and powerful. The key is that his prestige and status make ordinary methods completely ineffective. Under such circumstances, the always prudent Duke had to take risks. The Duke cast his careful eyes around the Magic Academy, paying close attention to every move of Bishop Ronnies and those related to him. He wanted to wait for an opportunity.

After coming out of the teleportation magic circle in the capital, Asa didn't stop at all. After inquiring about Clovis' troops, it seemed that he had not returned yet, and immediately left the city.

On one night after only three or four days of driving towards Airy, Asa finally found Rodhart and Clovis's team escorting the prisoners at a post station. He didn't appear rashly, but went to find Rodhart quietly.

Rod Hart, who was reading a book under the lamp, was ecstatic at his appearance. "You came too timely. Has the matter of Ai Li been dealt with? I haven't received any news from the troops chasing me, so I'm in a hurry. I didn't expect you to catch up alone."

"How is your situation here? Your senior brother hasn't done anything to your fellow villagers, has he?"

Rod Hart shook his head. "He's already got us all under control, so there's no need to force me. I didn't do anything unusual except slow down the team without a trace. I want him to think that I've really lost my way. I can leave him at his mercy, so he has relaxed a lot from my vigilance."

Asa asked: "Have you discussed this with your fellow villagers?"

Rodhart was stunned, shook his head and replied: "It's impossible, no matter how relaxed he is, he will never give me this chance. Besides, how can other soldiers find me talking to the prisoner who framed me."

"Then what do you plan to do if you want me to catch up?"

Rodhart suppressed the already low voice and said: "Neither the officials in Airy nor the soldiers here are very clear about the details, they only know that they want to bring the prisoner It’s just going back to the capital for trial. So as long as I, instead of Clovis, lead the team back to the capital, I will have a way to solve this matter perfectly.” He patted Asa’s hand and said: “ No matter what reason or method you use, as long as you can fish my brother out of the team alone, trap him for a period of time, at least half a day, of course, the longer the better. Then I can take the team away."

"It's that simple?" Asa frowned.

"This is by no means easy. How to transfer Clovis away is the most important issue. He is a meticulous and intelligent person. Since he intends to guard against us, he will never fall into our trap so easily. .I haven't found his flaw until now...."

Asa just frowned and thought for a while, then immediately nodded and smiled: "Okay, I will let him leave the team tomorrow morning."

Rod Hart was startled instead. "You have a way?"

"Don't worry. If you find it difficult, I may not be able to do it."

"Then it's best to lure him away at noon when the team is far away from the station, so that I have a reason to continue leading the team forward."

"Okay." Asa suddenly remembered, and said to Rod Hart. "Since that Clovis guy is only wary of you, go and lure him away now, and I'll go see how those people who were arrested are doing."

After thinking about it, Rodhart seemed to hesitate before nodding. "Okay."

After a while, Asa sneaked into the stable where the prisoners were held with the assistance of Rod Hart. He easily and quietly stunned the guards, not worried that they would report to Clovis tomorrow. It doesn't matter as long as the detainees don't escape, no one will take the initiative to report inexplicable accidents to a violent and cruel chief.

These Rodhart folks were very excited to see Asa appear. But what surprised Asa was that although they had no contact with Rod Hart, they seemed to have figured out the whole story. The hunter Levin was still alive, and it was he who told the others what happened. After everyone discussed with each other and the conversation with the guard soldiers, they got a general idea of ​​the matter. Now after listening to Asa tell them again, they all understand what's going on.

"We have already discussed it. We will never betray the two of you when we arrive in the capital." Hunter Levin is blind and unable to move his whole body, but he can still move. Speak and listen. He is still the leader of the group. "Our lives were saved by the two of you, how could we betray you. We are very happy that little Rhodes can have the status he is today. Anyway, we will die sooner or later if we fall into the hands of those dog officials. At worst, we would rather commit suicide It will never hurt him. I only pity those children..."

Asa looked at the group of children next to him. Some of them were less than ten years old, and some of them were not good at talking.

"They are young and immature, and they may leak the news. When we have to, we will..." Hunter Levin's voice choked, his eyes are just two holes now, but there is already a mother beside him crying Stay down.

"No, I came this time to tell you that we will definitely rescue you. Rodhart will lead the team forward at noon tomorrow, and as long as he reaches the capital, he will have a way to rescue you."

Asa didn't know what Rodhart could do, but since he said it, he would definitely do it. He smiled at the children over there, went over and patted their heads, and said softly, "Just wait in peace."

At noon the next day, Asa appeared in front of the team as agreed with Rod Hart.

Looking surprised that Clovis appeared in front of him alone, Rodhart naturally had to pretend to be surprised.

"The priest is moving so fast?" Clovis stared at Asa and said slowly. "Thank you for being so concerned about us and even chasing after us. I just don't know if the heretics in Airi have been dealt with? That's an errand entrusted to you by His Majesty the Emperor and the Bishop..."

"It's been resolved a long time ago." Asa also stared back at him, the smile on his face was full of sarcasm and confidence. "I went back to the capital to play for a few days. Do you want to know what I am doing in the capital these days?"

"My lord priest is so interesting..." Clovis narrowed his eyes and glanced at Asa. He was very sure that he had the upper hand in the current situation. He couldn't figure out where the expressions on the bastard's face in front of him came from. "I don't know what the priest did in the capital..."

"I'm with your wife. You know we've always had a good relationship. We've had a great time," Asa replied.

The expression on Clovis' face froze.

This sentence is very loud. Enough for most of the team to hear clearly. All of a sudden the crowd stirred up.

There are many things that are unclear among the nobles, but it has never been heard of anyone who dares to shout out like this in person. There are also a few entourages brought by Clovis from the capital in the team.

Asa felt an inexplicable throbbing pain in his heart. Although his original intention was to anger Clovis and make him feel ashamed. But when the words "your wife" came out of his mouth, his chest felt like a knife was twisted.

"Do you know? She actually hates you very much." Asa's voice became louder and louder. "If it wasn't for that **** surname in your family, do you think you deserve to marry him? In her eyes, you are worse than a single hair of mine."

"If you think I insulted you, if you are not convinced, I have chosen a place to solve our problem privately." Asa pointed to Clovis. "Do you dare to come?"

Rod Hart stared at Asa dumbfounded, no matter how much he thought about it, he never imagined that Asa used such a method. This is no longer a trick to compromise, but a direct fight to the death.

A few blue veins were jumping on Clovis' forehead, and the jump was so intense that he almost broke through his skin and flew away. A head of golden hair is windless and automatic. The soldiers were looking at him just now, but now everyone dared to keep their eyes on him. But just when the anger on his face was about to break his expression, he suddenly started laughing, laughing outrageously, almost like crazy.

Then his laughter stopped abruptly. He nodded: "Okay. I accept your challenge. I will go with you."

Clovis turned to Rodhart and said, "Master Rodhart, then as you wish, the team will be completely handed over to you, and you can take them away first." He smiled , it's all hideous. "Take them and hurry up, don't disappoint the kindness of the priest."

Rod Hart met his gaze coldly, nodded, then looked at Asa, and sighed. "Okay."

Clovis followed Asa out of the team. The team continued to move forward under the leadership of Rod Hart, and disappeared from sight after a while.

Then there were only two people left, Clovis followed Asa and walked in the opposite direction. Neither of them said a word during the journey.

I don't know how long it took. At the junction of a meadow and a small wood, Clovis stopped. "Just here. You don't need to go far. Anyway, your goal has been achieved."

Asa turns and sees Clovis smiling. It seems that since he left the team, he has been wearing this very rare expression on his face. Asa frowned and asked, "You seem very happy?"

"Of course I'm happy. Because I can justifiably kill you with my own hands." Clovis was still laughing, howling like a ferocious and **** beast. His eyes were as sharp as a sharpened needle. "I don't bother to pay attention to that boy Rodhart. He can do whatever he wants. The Duke is holding these people just to make you two submit and restrain Bishop Ronnies. This may indeed be the biggest political issue in this matter." Benefits... But for me, it is far less enjoyable than killing you. I had a chance before, but all the mistakes made you escape. This time you actually took the initiative to provoke and kill you and me There are also legitimate reasons."

"I will never forget that I was so happy today, because I will kill you with my own hands." Clovis put his hand on the hilt of his waist. "I know you're trying to stall that kid. Don't worry. I'll let you do it as a reward for bringing yourself to your door. I promise to spend a whole day here slowly killing you. Absolutely brilliant kill Peerless, you will never forget it even in hell."

"Haha..." Asa was also laughing. "It sounds like you really have a chance..."

But his smile only lasted the moment Clovis drew his sword.

Although Rod Hart has always had a high opinion of Clovis, Asa does not take it seriously. He has always believed that a person's ability can be seen from his character and demeanor. Extraordinary and broad-mindedness is often the proof of outstanding ability. For example, like General Gru, like Sandro. And Clovis, a narrow-minded, sinister and vicious villain, how skilled can he be?

Perhaps his judgment was reasonable, but he forgot one very important thing. Clovis is the apprentice of Roland, the leader of the Paladins, the first swordsman in the empire. He is the successor of the future leader of the Paladins, and this position cannot be obtained by relying on family status or any conspiracy. .

So it wasn't until Clovis waved his hand and moved his body that Asa knew that he was wrong, and he was very wrong.

What Clovis drew was not a sword, but a great river. An incomparably bright river that seems to come from the sky, condense all the magnificence for a hundred years, and then flow eastward to the sea without ever returning. The impassioned and impassioned river will drown everything in front of it, sweeping and twisting everything.

He had seen such surging sword energy and sword momentum before, and it was stabbed from behind one night in the capital. He thought that the sneak attack was Duke Mrak.

But he was completely wrong. According to the Duke's depth and wit, even if he really wanted to kill someone, he would never do it himself anyway. If he could have figured this out at the time, then he would never have provoked so hastily this time. At least take up the weapon, but now he has nothing.

At that time, Clovis was just a bad sword that was readily available, but now it is the most suitable, most suitable and most powerful weapon that can exert the power of this blow.

But these are not the most fatal. The most fatal thing is Asa's own mental laxity, which is more deadly than unarmed and back-to-back attacks. The loss of vigilance and fighting spirit made him fall into an absolute disadvantage. He had no choice but to retire.

The sword light in front of him is no longer a surging river, but has evolved into a tsunami rushing with screams. He doesn't even have time to turn around, he can only retreat, retreat, and retreat again.

There are people who are mediocre everywhere else but who are unparalleled in a single field, and Clovis was just that. He is indeed too narrow-minded and scheming to be regarded as an outstanding talent or even a very good person, but he is indeed a talented swordsman. As long as he has a sword in his hand, his talents, vitality and soul that cannot be displayed in other places can immediately burst out brilliantly.

As a top swordsman, as long as he seizes the right opportunity and makes a move, he will definitely kill his opponent. Going to fight with the opponent, dismantling moves, or even causing the opponent to suffer a little injury without killing him is something that only second- and third-rate swordsmen can do. Clovis's first sword is the sword that must kill, the sword that determines the outcome of life and death.

Asa continued to retreat, as if the sword power and sword energy that could destroy everything was just a foot in front of him, as long as his footsteps stopped, it could completely devour him and tear him to pieces.

He retreated into the woods behind, followed by the tsunami of sword energy. All the trees around and behind him crumbled and broke. His body seemed to be shrouded in an invisible but powerful lawn mower, while the trees seemed to be all fragile like foam, breaking, blowing away, and flying up as he stepped back. In this way, he exited a road abruptly in the woods. But the tsunami of Jianguang didn't hinder him in the slightest, instead it got closer and closer to him...

The sword qi was only half a foot away from him, his hair had already begun to break, and his skin could already feel the pain before tearing.

If you can't retreat, you will die. Asa stood still suddenly, all his spirit and strength contracted together. With the high concentration of spirit, the tsunami of sword energy returned to a sword in his eyes, and he gathered all the fighting spirit that could be gathered under the current situation, and grabbed the radiant and devastating sword with both hands.

Asa's fingers and palms can feel the speed, strength, vibration, and murderous aura of the sword, and the sword aura is all integrated into one body. As long as everyone who can feel this sword will have another feeling: this world There is nothing this sword can't break.

But he didn't pause, didn't hesitate. If you are not sure, you have to pick it up, and you have to catch the wrestling between his fighting spirit and the opponent's murderous and sword spirit, that is a contest of strength and strength, naked and desperate.

The air between the palm and the sword has been compressed to the extreme, as long as there is another touch, the outcome will be known immediately who will live and who will die.

The sword is like a tsunami. Can a pair of naked hands grasp the entire tsunami?

I don't know, because the sword tsunami suddenly disappeared, it was gone, he just took a chance. The sword suddenly tilted to the side inexplicably and left its original track, so the fierce and fierce sword momentum and sword energy disappeared from the sword. Just like a great painting, all the previous brushstrokes, demeanor and charm are perfect, but the last stroke suddenly swipe like a child's graffiti, and all the exquisiteness is completely scrapped immediately.

Although this shocking sword suddenly fell by itself, it may be a more fatal change for Asa. The sword deviated from its original track and track, brushed past his outstretched hands to catch it, and stabbed straight at his throat, the point of which was no more than two inches from his skin.

Asa was shocked, this change was too converted and incredible. But even this shock was fatal, the sword lost its sword energy and momentum but still had speed and strength. Although there is no overwhelming momentum anymore, it is a deadly weapon after all.

In just this frightening moment, the tip of the sword has already broken through the skin of his throat and is about to cut into his throat and insert into his cervical spine...

In this situation, there are no tactics or skills, only instinct, Asa put his hand on the sword and slammed it out, while his body twisted desperately to the side...Puchi, a puff of blood sprayed from his body Squirt from the neck.

But Asa knew that he had already won, the tip of the sword only cut past his carotid artery, and then was pulled farther and farther by his fingers, only bringing the deadly blood vessel around it would not be fatal The little flesh. It wasn't until this time that he was able to distract himself and saw Clovis's face, which had always been in front of him.

It was the face of a loser, angry, unwilling, and fearful. His sword had already been pulled out, the power of the sword was old, and the power of the sword was exhausted. In this short blink of an eye, he had completely lost his fighting power as a swordsman, and he had completely failed.

Asa naturally would never give him a chance to withdraw his sword and start another attack. The other hand was already on his wrist holding the sword, exerting force.

For the first time, the sound of cracking bones sounded so pleasant.

Putting aside the sword, the hand that was retracted was clenched into a fist again and hit Clovis's chest heavily. Amidst the dense sound of broken bones, he immediately flew upside down like a kite with a broken string, floated in the air for a certain distance, and then fell to the ground.

Asa gasped for several breaths, covered his neck and used a healing technique to stop the bleeding, listening to his heart beating violently in his chest.

As long as the sword edge was slightly higher just now, he would be the one lying on the ground now. And the reason why he was able to just push the sword away was because the sword touched the ring he just got. Otherwise, the buffer time for Jianfeng to cut into the hastily unprotected finger might have been enough to cut open his carotid artery.

Asa stepped forward, Clovis lay motionless on the ground, blood was flowing from his nose and mouth. Asa panted, looked at him and shook his head and said, "I didn't win, but you lost."

If it's head-to-head, Clovis's chances of winning are definitely much greater than Asa's, and even if he loses in the end, he will never lose so completely, and Asa will never win intact.

Maybe he wants to win easily and has the skills, maybe he has seen Asa's empty-handed sword and has concerns. According to his judgment, it is true that Asa should not be able to completely push the blade away in the end, but the last stroke landed on the ring. This is indeed luck, but this luck comes from his making this choice.

I am too used to not solving things head-on, and too obsessed with means, that's why I gave up the head-to-head encounter where losses are inevitable even though I have an advantage, and chose to take advantage of it.

Those who want to win easily and beautifully are often the ones who lose the most.

Clovis still lay there motionless, either fainted or dead or dying from a severe wound. Although it doesn't seem like a bad thing for someone like him to die. But it seems that Asa can't do it even if he goes up to make up for it a couple of times.

Asa remembered a sentence that someone said, and said to Clovis on the ground: "Character determines everything."

The horse that came when he came did not know where it ran, so Asa had to walk for five days and returned to the capital. Go straight to the headquarters of the Holy Knights to find Rodhart.

Passing through the square, I saw that there were crowds of people, and it seemed that the execution was being executed. The sound of the sickle falling and the cutting of the head and neck, and the sudden roar of the crowd seemed a little unbearable, but the cruel pleasure prevailed. Asa didn't care.

It was over, and the spectators began to go back one after another. There were exclamations from the onlookers.

"There are a lot of people killed this time~IndoMTL.com~ There are also children among them. It's a bit miserable."

"But these mobs really deserve to be killed. They even dared to kidnap and kill the imperial envoy. Lord Rodhart has a solution. It's amazing that the case that hasn't been solved for so long can be closed in one go with him."

"Of course, that's a hero." Some admirers sighed. "However, these mobs don't look so vicious. It would be unbelievable to find the seal of the former imperial envoy if it weren't for convincing evidence. I heard that these mobs also framed Lord Rodhart and other members of the church. A lord priest is a murderer, he is really talking nonsense..."

Asa suddenly pushed away the crowd in front and rushed to the side of the execution ground.

The execution is over. The executioner and his assistants are picking up more than a dozen heads from one place and putting them into pockets. The soldiers over there are moving more than a dozen headless corpses to the carriage like cargo. These are probably To be sent to Sandro.

The first thing Asa saw was a head with a deformed face and no eyes. There were only two holes where the eyes used to be, so even after death, they were still open and could not be closed. looking at myself. Next to it were the heads of several children, each of which he had seen before.