Dust of History Chapter 50: The rain is coming

The news of the Minister of Military Affairs Garcia's death is not too shocking, because two other more earth-shattering accidents occurred on the same platform.

The most horrific thing happened in Prince Malcam's mansion. The pious royal family member had his throat pierced with a branch on his bed. This incident should have happened first, but it was the last to be discovered. When the people knocked on the door with the news that Count Garcia had been assassinated, they found the prince who was already dead on the bed. The blood had already soaked the velvet bedding. This old man who had experienced many battles had killed countless barbarians from Tatalia and famous generals from Negan's evil race on the battlefield. There were no screams or moans, and even the guards at the door were not alarmed, just like that, it quietly turned into a corpse. The window of the bedroom was open, and the branch that pierced the prince's throat was unexpectedly broken from a tree not far from the window.

There is also General Cross. The commander of the border troops who had been in charge of the eastern front. Erasia's most familiar soldier in the wild highlands drowned inexplicably in a cesspit behind a tavern. The tavern was patronized by the general every day. Whether it was the waiter, the owner, or the customers inside, they were all people the general had known for many years. It seemed unlikely that it was a deliberate trap and murder. But the general was as famous as Erathia for his drinking, and by no means the kind of drunk who would end himself in a cesspit.

According to the inspection by the priests of the church later, besides a large amount of alcohol, there was also a strange magical fluctuation in the general's blood. He was actually restrained by a strange magic, and then he was pushed into the cesspit and drowned in it.

Ella was completely caught in a panic. Three powerful ministers were assassinated in succession. The Knights of the Kingdom searched for suspicious people all over the city day and night. The ministers are all in danger, living in secluded places, surrounded by groups of guards all the time. Of course, in the midst of such a huge turmoil, things that don't seem so big are not so conspicuous. For example, a few nobles were attacked a few days ago, and it seemed that some property was robbed, but these dudes were vague about who was attacked and robbed. So no one cares.

The tense atmosphere was particularly heavy in the palace, and there were five times more guarding soldiers and magicians than usual. And when this night came, the guards were no worse than facing the enemy, tensing up all their nerves to beware of assassins who would jump out of any shadow at any time.

But in the heart of the defense. There is not a single guard around Her Majesty Queen Catherine's bedchamber.

It's not that there are no guards, but because Her Majesty has been in a bad mood for the past two days, and suddenly heard such bad news, she was very upset, so she wanted to be quiet by herself. So he ordered the withdrawal of all the guards.

No one can figure out how to issue such an extraordinary order in such an extraordinary period. But no matter how much the ministers and guards persuaded Her Majesty, Her Majesty also resolutely removed the guards around the palace and did not allow anyone near.

Only the leader of the Knights of the Kingdom who has always been the most central to Her Majesty the Queen. General Ou Ling did not join the ranks of dissuading Her Majesty the Queen. When someone asked him why, he only said lightly: "I only know that Her Majesty is definitely more considerate than us. Her decision naturally has her reasons."

This sentence seems quite reasonable. Indeed, since Queen Catherine persisted in this way, she must have her own reasons. As for the reason, no one would inquire about it ignorantly.

Queen Erathia's bedroom is definitely the most noble in the continent. The most beautiful, the most elegant and the most fragrant and the most imaginative place. The room wasn't too big, but the countless thoughtful efforts spent on it could be seen in any of the smallest details. The bed carved from thousand-year-old agarwood, the dressing table inlaid with marble and crystal, the most comfortable tables and chairs, and even the patterns on the floor and walls are carefully made of different stone materials, perfectly combining elegance and luxury Let's express it more perfectly together. Dozens of crystal magic lamps that can be called works of art on the walls and ceiling illuminate the place like daytime.

However, the most distinctive feature here is not the room itself, but the people in it.

The owner is naturally Her Majesty Queen Catherine. Even regardless of her unparalleled status. In terms of appearance and figure, she is enough to make thousands of people worship her in front of her. And her bearing, temperament, self-cultivation. The mind is unmatched. With so much material concentrated on a woman like her, she can already be regarded as a goddess in the eyes of mortals.

But now in the goddess' bedroom, there is a man sitting in front of the bed, and this man is helping her comb her hair.

If this picture is seen by others, the shock it will produce is absolutely unparalleled. But that must be the shock first, and then the shock. Before being amazed, one will be struck by the perfect harmony of the picture. This man's appearance, temperament and demeanor matched that of Queen Catherine. Anyone who saw it would think that this was the most perfect couple in the world.

The clothes on this man are not too luxurious. Because people like him no longer need external decorations, the temperament, look, and elegance that come from every move are enough, even his age is the most attractive age for that kind of man.

"If those assassins really wanted to kill me, they wouldn't have killed those guys first to scare the snake away. Such a simple truth, why can't those people see it? It really bothers me. Please move away." Sitting in front of the dressing table, Her Majesty the Queen frowned at herself in the mirror. The eyebrows, which were originally thin and thick, seemed to be slightly flying, and then frown in the middle like this, in that heroic and decisive look, they were like two thin swords. The heavy face does not appear abrupt, but adds an attractive beauty.

"There are mostly stupid people in this world." The man smiled lightly. His hands were as slender and white as a woman's, and he held an ivory comb and passed between Her Majesty's maroon curly hair. His movements were as smooth as silk, and he looked happy, enjoying the feeling of his hands running through the silky and naturally elastic curly hair.

He is probably the only one in the world who is entitled to enjoy this feeling, and this is another kind of stronger feeling.

Her Majesty the Queen sighed and said: "I have to face so many stupid people all day long. I have to find ways to arrange and direct them. Sometimes I feel really tired."

The man smiled, continued to comb the Queen's hair, and said: "If there are not so many stupid people, how can you be so superior. The most stupid people in this world are the most stupid people. The most important ones are also stupid people."

"That's right, if they are all people like you, then how can I rule this country. So one person like you is enough." The queen smiled at the man in the mirror, full of charm . "It's a pity that I can't keep you in captivity, so you can't go anywhere."

The man buried his face in the pile of maroon hair and took a deep breath. Put all the hair and body fragrance into your body, then kiss the jade-like neck, and say: "I'm very busy these days, so I didn't come to see you, are you angry with me?"

"No. I also know that you are busy. In fact, who is not busy during this time." Catherine turned her head to kiss the man's forehead, and sighed. "The rain is about to come..."

"Is Celeste urging you again?"

"Yes, His Majesty the Pope has sent an order that I must send troops with all countries within a month. Oufu probably knows that this battle is inevitable, so he simply sent assassins to kill the three most The pro-church also killed the most important military ministers for the battle. Hmph, these people are too courageous, they dare to wantonly assassinate in the royal city." Queen Catherine's eyebrows showed a chill. But then he sighed again and leaned into the arms of the man behind him. "I'm really a little scared."

The man embraced the queen, and said softly: "Oh? The king of the largest kingdom in the western continent, His Majesty Catherine, who commands thousands of heroes, will also feel afraid?"

"Of course, the old man Magnus is guarded by Lord Lancelot and the temple knights day and night. He can naturally sit in the castle of glory and dictate. Fortunately, the old man Cedros is not like the ministers under me. Idiot, I know that if I die, Erasia will lose control of the whole country and attack Oufu recklessly, which will give the Church a chance to fully control Erasia. That's why he dare not touch me now." Catherine's sad look on her face thicker. "But they just don't dare now, it's not that they can't. I asked Ou Ling. I asked him if he had the confidence to deal with Oufu's assassination of me. You know what he said. He said that if it was the general of Oufu who would personally assassinate me I, I

The only thing he can guarantee is to use his life to witness his loyalty to me. You know, he is recognized as Erasia's number one swordsman. "

"Being able to say such things frankly shows that his loyalty to you is absolutely beyond doubt." The man nodded.

"Loyalty is certainly valuable, but it may not be able to solve the problem. On the one hand is His Majesty the Pope, and on the other hand are those dangerous assassins. I, the Queen, are really useless." Catherine's tone became more and more serious Sorrow, lying in a man's arms like a docile cat. She doesn't look like a queen now, but a woman.

Leaving aside how the melancholy look on her face now turned all the heroic spirit, wisdom, and depth into a kind of tenderness that only she can have, just based on her identity, such a person may be the most noble in the mainland. Such a look from the smartest and most capable woman can definitely impress any man.

The man embracing this peerless beauty smiled slightly, kissed her on the forehead, and said lightly; "Don't worry, as a loyal witness of my love for Her Majesty, whether it is Celeste's death Old man, those small animals on the wild highlands will all be turned into fly ash in the near future. You won’t even see them again in your dreams.”

In terms of tone, voice, and intonation, these words have no power or murderous intent at all, but they are spoken very naturally and gently, more like a promise to a lover. But even Queen Catherine was stunned when she heard these words, and looked up at the man with an expression of disbelief.

The man didn't speak, but kissed Catherine's red lips again. He waved his hand in the air, and all the lights went out.

When the roaring thunder came into the bedroom, it no longer had a bit of mighty aura, and was overwhelmed by the thick and greasy spring scenery.

About a mile away from the bedroom. On a tall tower. A man watched silently as the lights in the bedroom went out in the distance, coughed a few times, raised his head and drank the strong wine in the glass in his hand.

The wind was getting stronger and stronger, and a thunder mixed with the thunderbolt violently tore the night sky in two, even the tower trembled slightly in front of the majesty of the heaven and earth. The wind filled the space in the entire tower. The man turned his eyes away from the bedroom hidden in the darkness, looked at the ink-like sky that had just swallowed up the lightning, and whispered: "The sky is going to change..."

The deafening thunder could not cover the man just whispering casually. The man with a sallow complexion and a sickly face, wearing a leather armor waist and a long sword, is the leader of the Kingdom Knights. Erathia's number one swordsman, General Orin.

There is also a middle-aged man wearing a mage's robe sitting in the tower. The pattern on it indicates that he is the court magician of the Erathia Palace. He also looked in the direction of the bedroom, and asked in a low voice: "Is Her Majesty still entertaining that guest? Hmph, I don't like that guy very much. Last time I saw this guy, the magical aura on him made me feel Very annoying."

"I don't like it either. But as long as Her Majesty likes it." Ou Ling replied lightly, and threw the wine glass in his hand down from the tall tower, and the sound of the landing was drowned out by the louder and louder wind middle. "I believe His Majesty has a reason to like him. We just need to do our guard work well here."

The magician sighed and drank the wine in the glass. "Do you think you can stop those assassins just because the two of us drink leisurely here? To actually kill three important military officials in one night, I wonder if the Assassin's Guild has revived again..."

"The level of assassins is unquestionable. But the most important thing is strategy and planning. Oufu has already figured out the situation of the three adults, their living habits and frequent haunts. Killed three adults in a row overnight. The most important thing is that the judgment of the identities of the three adults is extremely accurate, which happens to be the three adults who have the most influence on the combat effectiveness of the Wang** team. Showing weakness to the enemy, although I was on guard, but I didn't expect this sudden attack to catch us off guard." General Ou Ling sighed and coughed twice. "If possible. I really don't want Erasia to have such enemies..."

"Whether it's our enemy or not, it's not up to us..." The magician glanced out of the window, and Her Majesty's bedroom was completely invisible, only the boundless night and the growing darkness seemed to overwhelm everything. The wind that blows away.

"If it's possible...I really want to meet those assassins now. Unfortunately, I searched for a day today and couldn't find them. I don't know if they will leave tomorrow."

The magician's eyes suddenly shrank. "You mean those assassins are still in the royal city now? Why don't they leave after they have succeeded? Could it be... who else do they want to kill?"

"I just hope it's those who deserve to be killed." Ou Ling picked up the bottle and poured the spirits into his throat, coughed heavily, his sallow face lit up in the darkness, making him invisible bright red.

There was another thunderclap. The big raindrops finally fell in the strong wind.

About two or three miles away from the palace is St. Peter's Basilica. This is the largest church and the most important base of the church in Erasia. Lord Cardinal Eschael sits here.

However, in a mezzanine on the uppermost floor of this tall and magnificent sacred building, an assassin who is being hunted around is hiding in the darkness there.

After the thunderstorm, the big raindrops made a sound like fried beans on the roof. Slowly, the sound of raindrops ~IndoMTL.com~ the sound of wind and thunder filled the whole world, drowning out all other sounds. Asa nodded, and said softly to himself: "It's really nice weather."

Jessie floated over silently like a ghost. Her black clothes, black hair, dark skin, and black eyes made it difficult to distinguish even if she was not deliberately hidden in the darkness. The natural stealth and concealment skills of the black elves are also enough to disdain any thieves of any race, coupled with their unique infrared vision. It is the perfect scout in the dark.

"Thirteen senior priests, twenty senior swordsmen, most of them are near the cardinal's room." Jessica said softly to Asa. "They are very vigilant, and one of the guard leaders is particularly good. I was almost discovered."

Asa nodded. Last night, three important military officials were assassinated. The tension at this time is naturally unavoidable.

But from another perspective, this is also an opportunity. After killing three ministers in a row and causing the chaos to turn upside down, he dared to hide in the royal city without leaving, and continued to attack more important targets. Such an assassin was absolutely beyond anyone's expectations.

"Where is Eschael?" Asa asked.

"In his room, but he seems to be waiting for someone."