Dust of History Chapter 49: Assassination

In the palace of Earl Garcia in the royal city of Erasilai. Count Garcia had already finished his bath and was walking into the bedroom in his satin pajamas.

He invited the most famous masseur in Erasia to take a bath this time, and carefully massaged his whole body with a bottle of mixed essential oil worth fifty gold coins. Now he feels that every inch of his skin is soft and elastic, so sensitive that he can even feel that his body hair is pulsating one by one with the blood, twitching in the silk underwear like a girl's skin. moan. Under the clothes, every muscle covered by the thick fat regained its strength again, full of explosive power, and returned to the state of fighting on the battlefield thirty years ago.

It's not just about sex, he can also feel that his spirit seems to have completely returned to the past. Every nerve and every drop of blood in the body is ready to move, exuding vitality full of vitality. He hasn't felt this way for many years. As the Minister of Military Affairs of the Kingdom, he has enjoyed too many things. And enjoy too much, people will be paralyzed. But the prelude to the coming great enjoyment is so shocking that the nerves that have been anesthetized long ago are excited again.

After so many years of immersion and enjoyment in the officialdom, his body has already gained weight. But now he felt like an eighteen-year-old young man full of energy and muscles, striding down the hallway. He suddenly remembered that when he killed the first time when he was fifteen years old, and then pushed the robbed girl to the ground, the feeling that is running through his blood now is that feeling.

The count opened the door and saw the elf with no make-up on the bed. The rush in his body immediately began to boil, ready to explode.

The long pale golden hair is scattered on the snow-white nightdress, like the eyebrows outlined by the most delicate fine brushwork, the nose, red lips, and a pair of pointed ears carved by the most brilliant sculptor with the most delicate jade . The most important thing is the pure beauty exuding from the female elf without the slightest smell of fireworks. It was as natural as a beautiful fruit picked casually in the forest. Can't find any deliberate carving. That is beyond the reach of a woman growing up in the mortal world, no matter how beautiful or moving she is. The terrified and helpless expression on the female elf's face made the earl feel his soul shaking and roaring.

The earl had such a feeling when he saw the elf for the first time the day before, and he immediately agreed to the request of the viscount who gave the gift. Although he knew better than anyone else that the procurement of military supplies before the battle against Oufu was a big fat spot, among which there would be at least two or three thousand gold coins, and there would be eight hundred if not one thousand for the high-ranking officials in the kingdom who were eyeing the position. Among them were many people whom he could not refuse, but he immediately gave the position to the viscount who gave the gift without any hesitation. He could not refuse such a gift. Although he is a devout believer, believers also need entertainment and relaxation. Otherwise, where will the spirit be to contribute to the great god?

It took him a day to come for this wonderful time. He also deliberately sent away his two sons and his wife. He has made up his mind to enjoy this gift with all his energy and time.

The count walked to the bed, grabbed the end of the beautifully tied rope on the elf's body, and untied it with a light shake. The frightened look on the female elf's face became even worse, she raised her hand and pushed towards the count with a scream.

The earl grabbed the elf's wrist and pushed her down effortlessly. The female elf had already been given a drug that made her whole body weak, and the potency of this drug was formulated just right. Just enough to keep her in a form of struggle.

Feeling the weak struggle from his wrist, seeing that beautiful face from such a close distance filled with fear and despair because of him, the count heard a low growl from his throat. He felt that what he exhaled was not air, but a fire scalded by his own blood.

Even he himself felt that his sanity had been completely burnt and kneaded to ashes under the flames of his body, but when he heard the sound of the door opening behind him, he still jumped up violently.

From the voice, the Earl could tell that the door was not pushed open but kicked open. The person who dares to kick the door in this situation will not be the servant who comes to pour tea and water anyway. He immediately prepared a perfect set of rhetoric to deal with the countess.

But when he turned around, he even wondered if his eyes were hallucinating. The one who kicked open the door was not the expected yellow-faced woman. She was still a female elf.

This female elf is tall and tall, a little taller than ordinary men. She also has a delicate and elegant face and figure, but she is full of heroic spirit and a trace of murderous spirit. Under the radiance of indoor lights, it is as bright and dazzling as an unsheathed knife. The leather armor and the black bow in his hand immediately tightened the count's nerves that had been loosened just now.

"Carin." The female elf on the bed cried out immediately when she saw this compatriot. The joy in her voice made the count tremble.

A man dressed in black also came from the corridor, standing next to the female elf in a casual posture with his arms around his arms. The height of this man is about the same as that of a female elf. He is tall and straight, and on his face is a mask that seems to be carved out of wood to cover the lower half of his face. He has black hair and a pair of black eyes looking at the count.

There was no murderous look in those eyes, and there was even a little smile, but the earl felt that his skin, which had been smeared with essential oils, was wrinkling goosebumps.

"Come here." The earl roared, his voice twisted and hoarse, and sweat rolled down his fat face.

"To others." The man waved his hand, and three figures flew in immediately.

The earl could see clearly that it was the three guards who were in charge of protecting him personally. His program today had already been arranged in the room. There was no one around the bedroom, only these three guards were still there. These three were all captains of the Knights of the Kingdom, and they were definitely first-class fighters, and there was absolutely no problem with their loyalty. That's why the Earl let them be his personal guards.

However, their appearance so quickly and so quickly has nothing to do with their loyalty and skill, because they were thrown in, and they didn't move when they fell on the ground. One of them's eyes were bulging, and he looked at the back and body that he should never have seen in horror, and only half of his head was left. There is also a wound on an Adam's apple. But it wasn't too much, and there wasn't much blood, but it was a blue color like oil paint.

A huge werewolf, a woman in black, and a man with a scarred face also came in. The earl's muscles and fat were shaking together, he suddenly turned around and rushed towards the female elf on the bed. The female elf has been struggling to stand up. But her limbs, sore and limp by the drugs, could not even support herself.

A green light flashed in front of the count, and then there was a muffled sound, and a large piece of the bedroom wall collapsed.

"Don't move if you don't want to die." The female elf put down the black longbow in her hand, and looked at the frozen count coldly. "Although the elder told me not to kill people as much as possible, I don't mind killing a dirty and despicable human being like you. You should be glad that the outside came early. You haven't done anything to my compatriots, otherwise I will definitely not let you go. "

The earl didn't move, and he really didn't want to die. A small piece of oily skin was missing on the tip of his nose, which was left by the flashing green glow. Of course, he wouldn't think that it was his luck, or that the female elf's sight was not enough. The good bluestone wall on the bedroom would not be broken even by the strongest warrior with a giant axe, if the green light was aimed at his head. Then his brains must have splashed to the ceiling.

The count still didn't move, and he didn't seem flustered, but spoke in a steady tone: "I know, I won't move, you are here to save her, then please take her away."

The female elf was stunned for a moment, and looked at this fat, dirty and despicable human being with a little surprise. In her imagination, this kind of animal should be similar to a cockroach or a mouse, and should not have such a calm demeanor and demeanor.

The count turned around slowly with a reassuring speed. Although his head and face are still covered with cold sweat. But his expression was already very calm and composed. Not only calm, but also honest and humble, with the honesty of an old farmer who has been facing the loess all his life: "She has taken some medicines that make the muscles weak, but these don't hurt her. After a while That's all right. As you can see I really haven't touched her. She was bought from some robbers and sent to me, and she's doing well here these days, you ask her I know. I admit that I was wrong, I am really shameless."

"Okay, okay, okay. At this time, you can still maintain such a calm and demeanor, as expected of Earl Garcia, Minister of Military Affairs of Erasia." The man in black walked over, applauded lightly, and clapped again. Pat the Count on the shoulder. There was more smile in the eyes on the wooden mask. "It is really a smart person to see the situation clearly and make the most sensible and correct choice and attitude so quickly."

"Where is it, where is it." The earl nodded respectfully. "There is a small package under the third floor under the bed, which contains a pile of gems worth two thousand gold coins. You can take it if you need it."

"Oh, it's not easy, it's not easy. How do you know I'm short of money." The man nodded. He leaned over and lifted the elf from the bed. "I just don't know if it's a magic trap or an alarm."

The earl nodded, bent down, and said with the most polite voice and look like a waiter in the most exclusive hotel: "Don't worry, this is my own bedroom, someone will put a trap under his bed And if it is an alarm, then I am not looking for death? If you are worried, then I can help you out."

"No need, I trust you." The man handed the female elf into the hands of the female elf, and then said to the hideous scar face: "Go and take out the gift that the Earl gave us."

The man with the scar face immediately ran under the bed, and after a while of rummaging, he took out a package, opened it, looked at it, and immediately said to the masked man with mixed surprises: "Boss, it is really a very valuable gem."

"As long as you don't hurt me, I can give you the same amount of gold coins. You can designate a place, and I can send the money to you tomorrow. My oath is absolutely valid. Pious, I swear on the honor of my family and my loyalty to the kingdom." Although he was begging for his life, there was no panic in the earl's voice, it was all sincerity. No matter who hears such words, they will feel that this person is really honest and reliable, and if he promises, he will definitely keep it, so it is worth staying.

"Okay, okay, okay. Not only is the mind easy to use, but he still knows how to choose between advances and retreats." The masked man laughed twice, and kept nodding. "It really is the talent of Erasia. How do you know that we will kill you?"

"I don't know if you will kill me, I just know that if you don't kill me, you will not regret it." The earl said lightly. But the sweat on his head didn't stop.

"If you say that, I really don't want to kill you..." The man frowned and looked carefully at the obese old man in front of him. Now he is sweating profusely ~IndoMTL.com~ with a dull and honest face, even his eyes are lifeless, there is no trace of shrewdness at all, let alone the slightest threat or hostility. From his own point of view, he really couldn't deal with such a person. The man sighed, turned his head, and murmured: "It's a pity that I can't decide whether to kill you or not."

Before the earl had time to react, one hand clamped his chin from behind, and then a blue dagger pierced through his Adam's apple. The count's limbs twitched violently, and then stopped moving. Blue blood gushed out from the wound, and he fell down slumped.

"You will kill even such an unarmed person who has surrendered." The tall female elf supported her companion and glared at the masked man.

"I said, it's not that I want to kill him." The man sighed, and took out a piece of parchment and a charcoal pencil from his arms. There were densely written words on the parchment, one of which was the brief introduction of Count Garcia, which was very short and to the point.

Smart mind, accurate judgment, good knowledge of advance and retreat, one of Erasia's important ministers. lecherous. pro-church. must be removed.

"Can Mr. Borugan's handwriting be more beautiful?" The man drew a black line on Count Garcia's name with a charcoal pen, and murmured again. "It's not that I want to kill him... probably he deserves to die."