Dust of History Chapter 12: failed

Asa pointed at the old pastor and asked stammeringly, "You...are you not dead?"

"You're dead and I'm not dead." The old pastor glared at Asa with his black and white eyes, and spat.

"I... I also said that I will avenge you..." Asa didn't know whether he was surprised or happy. Although the appearance looks completely different, the tone and voice of the old pastor, as well as the gestures of his hands and feet, and the most important thing is the special magic breath he felt slightly when he broke through the wall. It was Sandro. As for that face, Asa knew it must be another mask. This old man has always had a lot of tricks.

"I didn't expect you to be so loyal. Then if you are killed in the future, I will avenge you." Sandro smiled, and stretched out his hand to remove a lifelike mask from his face. There was a face that was both familiar and unfamiliar. In order to wear this mask, he had to remove his beard. It turned out that after removing the beard, there were not many wrinkles on his face, and he was not very old. He yelled into the corridor: "Everyone come in."

The duke's complexion must be as ugly as it is. Although neither Asa nor Sandro was on guard, the sword in his hand remained motionless. It's not that he didn't dare, but that his fighting spirit was gone.

The breath storm in the corridor has been subdued, and it disappeared as suddenly as it appeared. Captain Roland stood up straight, his sword still not out of its sheath. At this time, others could notice that his forehead was already covered with sweat, and he was even a little tired. He didn't seem like a real person when he bent over to draw his sword and didn't draw it just now.

Captain Roland looked back at the corner, and sighed with difficulty, as if he had just finished a 100-mile long run. He didn't speak, just walked into the house. When he took a step, there was a rattling sound under his feet, and the marble floor where he stood had been shattered at some point.

There was a sound of footsteps coming from the corner behind Captain Roland, and a tall and stern figure appeared from there. Although he had known for a long time that the only person who could exude such aura was, and could only be, him, but seeing the appearance of this person with his own eyes, the last little hope of the Duke's struggle was completely shattered. That's Sedros' friend, Gru.

Captain Roland walked into the study, nodded to Sandro and Rodhart, then looked at Asa, and finally at the Duke. There was no expression on his face, and there was no sharp light in his eyes. But the Duke's expression had already begun to crumble.

Until this time, the guards who should have swarmed in outside still did not appear, and the surrounding area was still quiet. The duke was smart enough to see what it all portended.

Gru also walked into the study. He didn't look at anyone, his eyes fell on Captain Roland coldly, and he asked, "I gave you a chance to draw your sword just now, why didn't you draw it?"

"Because it's not necessary." Captain Roland replied lightly. His hand had already let go of the sword, but now he held it again at some point. But instead of looking at Gru, he glanced around.

"You don't want to try?" Gru's eyes fell on the sword at Captain Roland's waist, and there seemed to be two black flames flickering in his deep black bottomless eyes.

Captain Roland looked back at him lightly, and said in a flat voice, "I don't want to."

Gru's eyes swept across the faces of Asa, Rodhart and Captain Roland one by one, but he didn't look at the Duke. Then he looked at Sandro, and suddenly asked coldly: "You said that the people here are all on the same road?"

"Probably." Sandro nodded.

"What about this person." Gru's voice was already murderous. But he didn't look at anyone, but at the bookcase next to him. His eyes also sharpened suddenly, as if the wooden shelf full of books was more lethal than Captain Roland. "Aren't you coming out yet? Do you want everyone here to invite you?"

Everyone looked there, but it was clearly just a bookcase. Asa, Rodhart, and even Sandro were a little stunned. Only Captain Roland's expression remained unchanged, and his hand was always on the sword.

"I'm old..." With a strange sigh, under the gaze of everyone, a figure separated from the bookcase from scratch.

Except for General Gru and Captain Roland, everyone's expressions changed, especially the Duke and Asa.

Although this study is not small, it is not too big, and the furnishings are not complicated. Even if it is a cat, it is impossible to hide without being discovered. Moreover, in order to keep it secret, the Duke's study naturally has no windows or even vents. That is, the person has been here since the beginning. He had a panoramic view of the actions and words of the Duke and Asa.

It wasn't until this person left the bookcase that everyone noticed that the shadow in the corner of the bookcase had faded a bit. He had completely merged with that little bit of darkness just now. Even if people looked at him, they would not pay attention to him at all. Even Captain Roland only had a little feeling, and only Gru noticed.

"I'm really old... I was noticed by two people... and I was found out..." The voice of this person is very strange, but it can also be heard full of frustration. This is a person whose whole body is wrapped in a black tights, with a very thin figure and a golden skull mask on his face. Even if he showed up like this, it seemed that he was always in a hazy shadow, and he couldn't even tell whether he was male, female, old or young.

Asa's expression changed. He has heard and seen this kind of strange voice and mask, and the two necromancers who chased and killed him are like this. But their masks are all silver, but this person is dark gold.

But Sandro seemed to be more surprised than Asa. His expression was extremely strange, just like Asa saw him, pointing at this person and stammering: "It's you? You.... What are you... doing here?"

The man looked at Sandro, the dark gold mask completely hid his eyes in a shadow, and he could only hear the plain taste from his tone: "I heard that you died, and I came here to help you collect the body. But It seems that I have been lying down for nothing...."

Sandro's expression is very strange, as if he is a little happy and a little embarrassed, he is completely different from his usual composure, and even speaks a little unnaturally: "Thank you for caring about me...."

"I don't care about you. I just care about the things you took away. What if you were taken back by the guild after you died." The man floated towards the door of the study. "Since you are not dead, I will go back."

"Stop." Gru and Captain Roland spoke at the same time. The two moved at the same time, one left and one right stood at the door. The needle-like light in the eyes of both of them pierced this person.

The man froze immediately. Not because he was obedient, but because he couldn't move.

There didn't seem to be any earth-shattering changes in the study, and the surroundings were still abnormally quiet, but Rod Hart suddenly fell to his knees. His forehead was covered with cold sweat, and he looked at the three people at the door of the study with a pale face.

Asa was still standing, but cold sweat began to appear on his forehead.

If the confrontation between Gru and Captain Roland just now was a storm, then the aura that these two people have joined forces to fill the study is like a pot of molten steel. It seemed extremely peaceful, but the taste in it was dozens of times thicker and hotter. You can feel your lungs twitching under the pressure of this momentum almost every time you take a breath.

"What are you doing?" Sandro glared at Gru and Captain Roland and yelled.

"I think you'd better explain." Captain Roland ignored Sandro and kept looking at this man with a sword-like gaze. asked lightly. "If you are really looking for Mr. Sandro, why have you been lurking here? And if I'm not mistaken, this mask should represent that you are a member of the Necromancer Guild. If you don't prove that you are not our latent enemy, you can’t go.”

Gru said nothing. What Captain Roland said was exactly what he meant. Even if they can guard against themselves, the lives of their monarch and friends will only be in jeopardy under the hands of such a person with such high stealth skills.

With two against one, it is undoubtedly the best time to kill such a dangerous person. Both Gru and Captain Roland understood this.

"Don't go too far." Sandro's eyes widened, and the light suddenly fell on Gru and Captain Roland. The aura of the two immediately fluctuated slightly. Taking advantage of this opportunity, this person floated into the corridor after a flash, and then melted into the environment of the corridor like a most sensitive chameleon in the next instant. Disappeared. There is only one sentence that gradually fades away: "... Don't worry, I am too lazy to be someone's enemy. I am hiding here just because I want to help this kid save his life."

Captain Roland did not catch up. He sighed and turned his head to look at Sandro: "I'm sorry. This man is really too dangerous. If he might be our enemy..."

Sandro's eyes and expression also returned to normal, and he was even a little disheartened. He sighed and murmured: "Don't worry. He is the same as me. He has long been plotting against you and such bullshit. I'm not interested anymore. Maybe this time I'm really just helping me collect the corpse."

Gelu looked at it, turned his head and said to Asa: "I didn't come in just now, because I found that there seemed to be someone else here. I have never been able to figure out whether it is an enemy or a friend, so it is difficult to make a move. Only let you Think of a way to do it first, and I will wait for the opportunity. But I didn't expect that he was also planning to help you." He showed a rare smile. "It seems that your business is losing money this time. It turned out that it was useless to spend so much effort persuading us to help you. Even if you return to the capital alone, you will be absolutely safe. So there are so many waiting for you here. Someone who is helping you."

Asa breathed a sigh of relief, shook his head and said with a wry smile: "It's not a loss, at least my goal seems to have been achieved."

Gru said lightly: "I don't care what your purpose is. But since you are not dead, you must do what you promised us."

"Don't worry, I will never renege on my debts." Asa smiled wryly. "Especially because of your favor."

"I don't seem to have anything to do here. I'll go get that wyvern back first." Gru gave the Duke a cold look, and then said even more coldly. "Anyway, I don't think this person will survive."

With these words, the Duke's spirit completely collapsed.

He is not unaware of his own death. When Sandro and Captain Roland appeared together, and when Gru also appeared, he already knew that he had no room for turning around. Death is inevitable. What he can't accept is failure, and it's such a complete mess that he fails for no reason.

A few minutes ago, he still felt that he was the master of this world, and everyone was under his control. But it was only a few minutes later that he realized that it was himself who was being controlled and manipulated. He just stayed here just now, watching these people talking and discussing, almost no one glanced at him. Gru's last sentence only shows that in the eyes of the victors, he is now insignificant, no different from a dead man.

If the failure this time is just luck, or if it is occasional negligence. Captain Roland just saw his flaws in a coincidence, the old necromancer just escaped by luck, or the appearance of Gru and that mysterious figure was indeed beyond his expectations, any of these It would be much easier for him to cause his own failure. It's a pity that this is not the case. Everyone can see that everything that happened here is not a coincidence, it was planned and arranged long ago.

One's own arrangement is just a link in the arrangement of others. After so many years of planning and strategizing, in the end, he just arranged for himself a supporting role of a failed clown. The Duke's spirit is no longer pain, despair and other words can be summed up.

The Duke sat down slowly and weakly. Everyone and everything he saw, including the Duke's mansion, began to collapse, rot, collapse, and die. He murmured with the weakest voice in his life: "Why is it so quiet around here?"

Until now, the surrounding area is still so quiet, not only the royal guards outside, but also all the servants in the Duke's mansion have not appeared. It seems that this place has suddenly become a haunted house.

"They have all left, according to your order, Your Excellency the Duke." Rodhart replied. His voice was still so polite, courteous, and concise. "I told them that His Excellency the Duke and Captain Roland are going to interrogate the prisoner, so don't come close to disturb them."

The duke closed his eyes and nodded slowly: "Then you wait outside, wait for me to say as much as possible to this kid who I think has a dead end, and then come in and let him go?"

"Yes." Rodhart nodded.

The Duke sighed long and fell silent. He didn't want to struggle at all. Although he is by no means a weak person, there are two top strong people here. He doesn't want to struggle like a dog in vain and then be pinned down and slaughtered. What's more, his fighting spirit has already collapsed, and there is not even scum left.

Captain Roland and Rodhart watched the Duke quietly without making a sound. Sandro was thoughtful, as if his mind was not here at all. And Asa didn't say anything, he knew that he didn't need to say anything now.

For a long while, the Duke opened his eyes with difficulty, looked at Captain Roland and said, "I just want to know something now, can you tell me?"

"Tell me." Captain Roland nodded, and he understood from the Duke's eyes that this man had completely collapsed.

"Why are you and this necromancer together? At that time, thousands of people saw you fighting, at least I could see that the battle was definitely not a show, and you killed more than 50 members of the regiment, why did you fight later? Can you still get together to deal with me?"

"What you see with your own eyes is not necessarily the truth. Isn't it? It's like letting people from the Magic Academy see the murderer."

On that day, in the big house.

"I've never liked nonsense either." Commander Roland flicked his wrist, and the buzzing sound of the long sword filled every inch of space in the big room. "Let's get down to business." He looked at Sandro and asked, "Who are you?"

"You came to kill me without even knowing who I am?" Sandro looked a bit dumbfounded, he frowned and thought about it. "But since you came here to trouble me, could something have happened? Didn't Ronis know you were here?"

"Bishop Ronis was assassinated." Head Roland looked into Sandro's eyes.

"What." Sandro's body shook, and even the condensed magic power dissipated due to mental confusion. "This...how is it possible."

This reflection has clearly proved Captain Roland's conjecture. Such a shock would not be feigned, and it would be better to send the neck directly to the sword to disperse the magic actively during the confrontation with him. So Captain Roland withdrew his sword and said, "Hundreds of people saw that the murderer was the priest who lived here. There was also a wanted warrant signed by Bishop Ronis himself, which stated that the priest was a spy of the Necromancer Guild."

Sandro still hasn't recovered from the shock. The leader of the Holy Knights appeared here and lost the lives of three members first, not just to tell a lie. He shook his head again and again: "Impossible...it can't be him...not to mention that kid can't kill Ronis at all."

"I also think it is impossible. And judging from the wound on the bishop's body and the situation at the time, it is indeed suspicious. I suspect that this is a trap..."

"Then why didn't you investigate? Instead, you came to make trouble for me?" Sandro's voice was exasperated.

"Hundreds of eyewitnesses~IndoMTL.com~The arrest warrant written by the bishop himself. Such evidence and witnesses can no longer be refuted. Even if this is a trap, there is no room for people to avoid reversal. You are suspected by everyone It's a necromancer, and His Majesty the Emperor ordered me to kill any necromancer. So even if I have any doubts, there is no reason not to carry out the order." Captain Roland stretched his hand into his arms, and took out the is a teleportation scroll. "Although I have never heard Bishop Ronis mention you, but the reaction of Bishop Ronis in the necromancer incident that happened before, and your reaction just now, I have enough reasons to believe that even though you are a necromancer Mage, but the relationship with Bishop Roniss should be extraordinary. Now only the two of us can join hands to reveal the truth. This is the teleportation scroll of the Magic Academy, and there is no one there right now. You hide for a while, and then we will contact you privately. "

"There's no need to hide." Sandro took the scroll, turned around and went into the back room and took out a mask. He only shaved his face with his hands, and all the beards fell off one after another. Then he put on a mask. With the mask on, he suddenly became another person with a completely different appearance.

"It's better to summon a few zombie skeletons for me to kill, so that people will not be suspicious." Captain Roland reminded Sandro. "It would be even better if you could dress up your own corpse. There are many people outside. It may be more convenient for us to see you fighting with me and then being killed."

"Okay." Sandro nodded. "But you have to be careful not to get killed."