Dust of History Chapter 11: Accident

The shackles are made of special fine steel. Each link of the chain is as thick as a finger. It is densely covered with magic symbols, which have the effect of prohibiting magic, and strengthen the strength and toughness of the shackles. There are those who apply Weakness to the restrained object. This kind of thing doesn't seem to be used to lock people anyway, but to lock elephants, or magical elephants.

There are three layers of such shackles on Asa's body now. Overlapped and wrapped around his body it looks like he's wearing a weird outfit.

But this is not a dark and terrifying underground prison, but the Duke's study. Asa was not kneeling and lying on the ground covered in blood and blood, but sitting on a chair unharmed. It just looks tired. No matter who it is, it is impossible to get up at this point.

The Duke of Mrak looked at Asa with a smile across the desk and said: "These three sets of shackles were actually prepared by the priest Cuthbert for you before. I heard that they were specially made by the Academy of Magic to restrain a Tauren priest a long time ago. Yes. Actually, I never really thought about capturing you alive before, but you did not disappoint me after all. Haha."

"I didn't disappoint you? Are you afraid that I won't come?" Asa said weakly while sitting on the chair, looking coldly at the Duke's smiling face.

"No. I believe you will definitely come. This was originally in my plan. It's just that I planned to kill you on the spot, but in the end I changed my mind and hoped to capture you alive as much as possible. You really Didn't let me down, didn't get killed."

"What are you doing to capture me alive? I thought you would cut off my limbs, cut off my tongue, and blind my eyes." Asa said coldly with his eyes half-closed.

"Well said. In fact, logically speaking, I should indeed deal with you like this. Hehehehe." The Duke laughed. He smiled happily, honestly and gently, as if hearing an unexpected joke, and his narrowed eyes were full of smiles. Looking at the opponent in front of him who had finally fallen into his hands and had no room for struggle and resistance, he sighed with emotion. "Perhaps from a certain point of view, the enemy is the best friend. It not only brings you the fighting spirit and the joy of victory, but also because you have a clear stand and no scruples, so you don't need to cover up your intentions. It is better than a friend. You can speak your mind with confidence. Express everything directly, even if it is hostility, it is a very happy thing."

"You seem to be a little happy." Asa said coldly.

"Wrong." The Duke waved his hand and made a negative gesture, still smiling so complacently. "It's not a little happy. It's very happy. I almost even forget when was the last time I was so happy. Because it seems that I have never worked so hard and spent such a long time against someone. And after all, I won. "He is very satisfied with the expression on this young man's face that is completely a loser, and he looks at Asa with a bit of reluctance. "Hey, after you are dead, where can I find such an enemy, and then find such a 'friend' who can talk happily."

A sound of footsteps approaching. The Duke shut up and frowned. He had already ordered all other people in the mansion not to approach the study, and he wanted to interrogate the prisoner in secret. The conversation between him and Asa cannot be heard by others.

The door of the study was pushed open, and Rodhart walked in and saluted the duke: "I'm sorry, my lord. Captain Roland and an old pastor are at the gate of the mansion. Go ask His Majesty the Emperor to interrogate with the great priests in person."

"Captain Roland? Hmph, he didn't send people when he was told to send them, but now he asks for them instead." The Duke frowned and thought for a while, then waved his hand lightly, and said, "Hold them off for now. .” He didn’t say how to delay it. He only knew that since he said so, Rod Hart would naturally do it.

"Yes." Rod Hart turned and went out. From the beginning to the end, he didn't glance at Asa.

"This is a very smart and capable young man. The key is that he knows the times and always knows how to make the right choice under the circumstances." The Duke looked at Asa. "But your choices often seem to be incorrect."

"Because I've never been a smart person." Asa replied lightly. "But even if I'm not smart, I know that this place doesn't seem to be a good place for detainees to interrogate people. You probably didn't bring me here just to express your happiness to me."

"Hehe. Yes." The Duke smiled. "I am so polite to you and let you sit here unharmed because I want to negotiate a deal with you."

"Deal? Are you going to let me go." Asa's eyes and tone did not fluctuate at all, and he was still weak. "Although I'm not that smart, I also know that it seems impossible for you to let me go."

"That's right." The Duke nodded, still smiling so kindly. "You know that since things have reached this point, you must die."

"Then why do you trade with someone who knows he's going to die? I'm dying, so why do I care about anything?"

"No, I know you care. Even if you don't even want your life, you still care about someone. My daughter. Hehe. Didn't you risk coming here for her? I'll take her life Come to trade with you." The Duke's smile seemed to be full of mercy. "As long as you promise, I won't kill her. You can rest assured that she is unharmed now, even better than you."

Asa didn't answer, but his eyes fluctuated. After a long time, he said in a strange voice: "You use your daughter's life to force me to agree to your terms from a dying person? Others must think you are crazy."

"It doesn't matter what other people say. The important thing is that I know you will agree." The Duke said lightly.

"What do you want me to do?" Asa sighed.

The Duke's eyes narrowed, and he said in a low voice, "I want you to admit that Sedros and the Necromancer Guild colluded and ordered you to assassinate Bishop Ronis. As long as you All parties have admitted this, and I swear that I will not hurt Xiaoyi, and that she will live a good life as before."

"Swear?" Asa squeezed out a smile. "This kind of thing is just a fart to me, do you still care?"

The Duke sighed. There seemed to be a little father's breath on his face again. "After all, Xiaoyi is my daughter, and she is so capable. Do you think I really want to kill her? But she knows that I actually killed Bishop Ronis, and she is standing with you, so she is also considered Cedros I am afraid that she will unite with Sedros to clear your name, so I have no choice but to kill her. And if you can identify Sedros as the murderer behind the scenes, and if you die again, I will I don't have this scruple, and of course I won't embarrass her again. This time you are riding a wyvern, which is the biggest evidence of the collusion between Sedros and the Necromancer Guild. I also guess that Sedros will Say you stole it yourself, but even that is enough. I naturally have my own way to add fuel to the flames." As if thinking of the future, the Duke smiled again. He looked so happy today.

Asa sighed: "It turns out that you are so happy not only because you caught me, but also because you can use me to directly deal with Sedros."

"Yes." The Duke nodded. "Hehe, I seem to be able to think of the situation where the church and the empire join forces to deal with Oufu. I will lead the troops myself. I really want to thank you for the bipedal dragon you brought today, reminding me of the importance of this kind of thing on the battlefield. Function. Before I go to attack, I must convince the military minister and His Majesty the emperor to let them buy more griffins first. Hehe."

Asa still said lightly: "Since you know that I have been to Oufu and contacted Sedros, aren't you afraid that we have already agreed on a way to deal with you?"

"How?" The Duke smiled. "Whatever you can do. You have been convicted of murdering the bishop, and Sedros will never dare to send an orc army to help you blatantly. He also has to leave a way for himself. Maybe you don't come back and stay in the With Oufu and Cedros together, I'm still afraid of what you guys are doing. But I know you must come back. Hehe, aren't you already in my hands now?"

Asa sighed and nodded: "You are very thoughtful. I did ask Sedros to help me, but he refused. His scruples are the same as you imagined. And I... it is indeed You must come back. You are really good at reading people."

"Looking at people is the most basic and important point in setting up schemes and traps." The Duke smiled happily, and said to Asa like a famous chef explaining his special dishes to diners. Let the other party taste it before fully savoring every bit of charm and meaning in their masterpiece. "As long as you see clearly what kind of person it is and what kind of reaction it will have in the face of a situation, you can calculate every step and then design the overall situation. Even if you let the other party know your intentions, you can only follow your wishes Come in step by step."

"Just like me. You know I'll be back, don't you?" Asa lowered her head, as if she was downcast.

"Yes. Ha ha ha ha." The Duke smiled happily.

"I see you are so happy now." Asa said softly suddenly. "But I haven't agreed to help you plant Sedros yet."

"But I believe you will agree." The Duke seemed to have a few words written on his face, "The whole world is in my hands." "Just like I believe you will come back."

Asa is still weak, and seems to be dying. The voice of shaking his head and answering was also very low: "No. I won't agree."

The Duke was stunned. "What?" He was surprised, thinking he heard it wrong.

"No, I won't agree." Asa's voice became louder. "Because I don't need to agree at all." After saying this, he suddenly stood up from his chair. The shackles on his body fell to the ground with a series of noises.

The Duke's expression froze. He was sure that these shackles were locked very well, and they could definitely lock a tauren whose strength was dozens of times stronger than that of a human.

"You have always been so relieved. It seems that you believe in the shackles of these cows. Indeed, I admit that I am not a cow, and I will never stop earning." Asa raised his hand, holding a piece of wood on his finger prick. "But it just so happens that I know something about traps and mechanisms, and it just so happens that you let me sit on a chair instead of lying on the ground. It just so happens that the chains against cattle are not very difficult to open."

The Duke was only surprised, but not panicked. He didn't even stand up, but his expression and voice sank: "Although there is no one around the study, there are guards outside the house. I advise you not to think that you can turn things around just because of these few lucky encounters. Qiankun. I also advise you not to waste the opportunity I gave you."

But Asa didn't seem to show any appreciation for these opportunities. His originally decadent and blurred eyes have gradually become clear, bright and sharp. Same as his voice. "I never thought you were an enemy before. The paths we have to take are fundamentally different, so even though you tried to deal with me over and over again, I don't think you are hateful, and I don't want to deal with you. Because I am also I couldn't help blocking your way. But later I realized that I was wrong. You even wanted to kill Bishop Ronnies, and Sandro...even Xiaoyi..." Asa His voice and expression finally became a little distorted with excitement. "Even if I can save Xiaoyi once, as long as you are still here, no matter whether it is her or anyone else, there will be no peace." Asa whispered a few words in a voice distorted by anger: "So I want to kill you!" You." His eyes were bloodshot, and when he spoke, the canines on his mouth erupted with the smell of a beast.

"I was too surprised and disappointed. I actually gave up the chance I gave you." The Duke's expression turned completely cold. He stood up slowly, grasped the sword at his waist, and shouted suddenly: "Come on, the prisoner has broken free from the shackles and is about to run away." The Duke's face was clearly full of murderous intent and composure, but this Shouting can pretend to be flustered.

After the roar, the Duke still said to Asa in such a deep voice: "I'll say it again, you let me down. I just know that you are not smart, and I didn't expect to be so stupid. Hmph, do you think Is this one of those vulgar stories that are popular in taverns? Just relying on these few lucks can there be a big reversal of the situation?"

Immediately there were footsteps coming from the corridor, but it wasn't the chaotic and noisy sound that the guards should make. This is just one person's footsteps. The footsteps came quickly and loudly, and in just a few blinks of an eye, he had almost reached the door of the study. Although it was very hurried, it should still be a little flustered, but every step was very precise and followed a strange rhythm. This is the sound that a person who has integrated martial arts into every part of his body can make.

Asa turned around suddenly and kicked the door of the study. With a loud bang, the two doors burst and flew towards the corridor, crashing into a figure who was running towards here.

The figure paused, and then a faint white line blurred in the air, and the two menacing broken doors were immediately scattered and shattered into small pieces of wood.

The wood chips were scattered, and the comer stood still and put away his sword. Gray hair, a bookish face with a pair of sharp eyes that exude like swords. He was Captain Roland who was dragged by Rodhart to the door of the Duke's Mansion just now. He was the first to rush up when he heard the Duke's shout.

"Captain Roland, this wanted criminal wants to kill me." The Duke drew out his sword. He has decided not to keep this kid alive.

But Asa turned around to face the Duke, completely ignoring the number one swordsman of the empire behind him. And Captain Roland seemed to have only chopped down the two doors, and then suddenly there was no sound, and he seemed to disappear suddenly.

The Duke turned his head sideways in surprise and saw behind Asa. In the corridor outside the study, Captain Roland is indeed still there. It's just that he lowered his head, as if he was about to walk forward, and his hand was also on the hilt of the sword. But he remained in such a posture and did not move, as if he had become a stone statue.

The Duke suddenly noticed a strange aura. It wasn't an actual smell, but just a pure feeling that came naturally when gazing at a huge beast. Although there were no beasts in sight, the Duke knew very well that the origin of this feeling was at the corner of a corridor not far behind Captain Roland.

No one can see what's there, and no one can hear what's going on, but everyone, not even a human, even a different animal can know what's strange and dangerous there.

This strange and dangerous feeling is even stronger. The Duke had the feeling that he was standing in front of the sea that was about to hit the tsunami.

Captain Roland's body slowly bent down. His head was buried even lower, his eyes seemed to be closed, and his hand holding the sword was even tighter. If a typhoon was brewing behind him, then he and his sword were like a mountain, a motionless volcano that could erupt into the sky at any time.

With a strange cracking sound, behind Captain Roland, a shelf in the corridor shattered together with a porcelain vase placed on it. It seemed to be squeezed by a pair of invisible big hands and shattered in the middle. The fragments were not scattered at all, but all piled up in the middle.

Captain Roland did not move, and neither did the man at the corner exuding incomparable momentum. There was no sound, and it seemed that even the air in that area had condensed into a solid mass. But once the things brewing in that eerie silence burst out, the entire Duke's mansion might suddenly shatter like a vase under a heavy blow.

The Duke is already sweating. He couldn't even breathe well.

"There are unexpected things encountered by luck, and naturally there are also things that are not luck." Asa's voice suddenly sounded at this strange and dignified moment. "Actually, the shackles on my body should be waiting for him to come and untie me. But it seems that he seems to know that I have a way, and has never done it, so I have to do it myself."

The blue veins on the Duke's sword-holding hand and his forehead were dancing, and his voice was dry like never before: "Do you really have a plan?"

"When you see the wyvern, you will know that I have been to Oufu. So even if I fail to save people, you should be reluctant to let me die. According to your style, you must use me in the end, or at least interrogate me. And when you say these things, you will never let other people around, you must be alone. These are plans, plans for you." Asa clenched his fists, the sound of joints cracking in this strange silence It looks exceptionally crisp. "You are right. Knowing what kind of person the other person is and how they will react under what circumstances is indeed the most important part of the trap."

The corners of the Duke's eyes also twitched. "You are gambling. I am surprised that Sedros will make such a dangerous plan."

"You're right. Sedros won't bet with me, but the others will. One will help me plan, and the other promises to help me. Of course they also let me agree to their conditions. But no matter what the conditions , are better than yours." Asa said, he also slowly bent down like Captain Roland. A pale white light radiated from his body.

"It's a pity that you lost the bet." The Duke's rapier slowly moved to the front, pointing at Asa. His wrist did not move, nor did his body, but the tip of the sword was trembling by itself, like a poisonous snake's letter. "You two, I really have nothing to say. But now you are the only one. And there are thousands of soldiers outside."

"We still don't know who will lose." Asa replied coldly, the light in his eyes sharper than the Duke's sword. The white light of his whole body has gathered on his fist.

The Duke's sword trembled more violently, like a snake that would fly out at any moment.

Suddenly a person sighed and said: "If you still don't know who lost, it must be because his head is full of shit."

The wall of the study suddenly and silently collapsed a hole, and an old priest and Rod Hart appeared in the room behind the wall. Rodhart strode in with difficulty, his eyes fixed on the corridor. The storm of momentum pervading there became more and more intense. The old pastor also glanced at the corridor, then shook his head and sighed: "Young people nowadays are good at everything, but they like to block the way." He should be what Roland said and Roland The pastor who was waiting at the door together with Head De. Obviously, the two of them couldn't come from the corridor, so they went around and broke through the walls of other rooms. And everyone here is completely unaware of this tense atmosphere.

The Duke smiled. Although he was a little surprised why there was no sound from the guards, but these two people were enough. He remembered the old pastor. When I was in the execution ground, I was always around the high platform. And when he took action to treat the soldiers who were poisoned by the black rain, he was better than anyone else's treatment and detoxification effect, and his magic attainment was definitely not low. And now adding Rod Hart can be said to be a sure win. He said in a deep voice: "You guys came just in time~IndoMTL.com~ Help me kill him together."

As soon as the Duke's words fell, the breath storm in the corridor suddenly increased dozens of times. The fragments of the pile of vases continued to shatter, making a sound like frying beans. Even the plaster on the walls is rustling off.

Captain Roland still didn't move, and the sword in his hand didn't come out of its sheath, but a strange buzzing sound had already diffused from his sheath to every corner of the Duke's Mansion. Rodhart's eyes did not leave the corridor for a moment, even before the Duke took a look, cold sweat began to break out on his forehead.

The old pastor who broke through the wall ignored the Duke, but yelled weakly into the corridor: "Aren't you young people in good spirits? Everyone is a fellow traveler, you want to fight or kill Let's talk about it after we settle the matter here."

As soon as this sentence came out, the trembling of the rapier in the Duke's hand stopped immediately, and this extremely agile snake that was about to choose someone to bite immediately seemed to suddenly become a clothes-drying pole. The Duke's slender eyes were actually wider than normal, and he stared straight at the old pastor. He couldn't figure out why the pastor would say such a thing, he was so surprised.

Asa's expression was not at all more relaxed than the Duke's. His mouth was so wide that he could almost put his fist in it, and his fighting spirit disappeared instantly. His accident was even bigger than the Duke's.