Juliana’s workshop Chapter 8: Playing with conspiracies, you guys are good at it

　　 The fallen Gris propped up his upper body, resting on the ground with one hand and covering his neck with the other. Everyone thought he was dead, but he didn't die, at least he didn't die right away. "It's a great drama... You are a noble knight, Padin Edgar..." His neck was cut off by half, and only half of the flesh and blood were still connected, which made him less so. Can die soon, and can speak slurred. But no matter what, he is already dying. Padin's sneak attack was quick, and it was completely unexpected. He has become accustomed to killing people and killing his mouth, and he has also considered whether his mercenaries will be cut and sealed. The only thing he didn't expect was that Padin actually started another murder that was also premeditated before Olga, before the murder was completely over. Under the banner of justice, these church knights killed their mercenaries who slaughtered the attendants, and it became less unexpected.

　　 "Your change of mind left me no choice." Padin said to Gris, who was crawling on the ground and never stood up. "The original plan was to let you die a few more people, including you. After some loss, let you be buried with these poor people... In this unexpected change, people feel lucky that your defense is not as good as you thought."

　　"When it comes to change of mind, I am not as good as you... Noble knight, your nobleness and integrity make me want to laugh..." Gris laughed, coughing up blood, "I will Waiting for you in hell, Padin Edgar...I will..."

　　 Gris has no chance to continue. Leo walked to his side, swung down the long sword in his hand, and chopped off his head completely. Gris's head rolled to the side, his huge body fell completely into the mud, his hands and feet twitched a few times, and then he fell silent.

　　 The boss of the mercenaries, but also the last mercenary, died at the end. This unique mercenary leader with good strength and a strong body did not die in years of fighting and duel, but died under a sneak attack.

　　 "The first evil is dead." Leo kicked Gris's head aside, and the knight nearby picked it up. He looked at Olga, at Romeoona behind Olga, "Pick up the dagger, Miss Romeuona. If you don't have the courage to slash your neck with a dagger, I can do it for you."

　　 The pale and godless Romeuona looked at Julius, and stretched out her trembling hand to him.

　　 "No, miss, I can't give you such a dangerous thing." Julius hid the dagger behind him, "This is to kill bad people, not to kill himself."

　　 "Killing? It's ridiculous. Olga can't protect me, and the dagger is meaningless in your hands." Romiuona's hand did not retract, and a bleak smile appeared on her face, "You I don’t know anything about all of this, but I took my own life in. It is both pathetic and stupid... You must not know, the nobles who use the dagger the most-assassination, assassination, suicide... If the dagger is dripping If your blood can fill a wine glass, most of the blood in this wine glass is from the nobles. Now, I have to add my blood."

　　 Julius was unmoved, or he didn’t understand what Romiuona was saying, "I don’t understand what you’re talking about, but I’m sure I won’t give you this dagger. Nor does it work."

　　 "Miss." Olga said out, her voice full of bitterness, "Don't listen to them, they are forcing you to kill yourself."

　　 "Olga, I'm already a dead person." Romeuona wiped her cheeks, and wiped off the blood stains on her face-it was all other people's blood, and it was about to solidify on her face. She wiped her cheeks, although the blood was wiped off, but her face was wiped, and the bloodshots formed a peculiar pattern on her face, "Since it is dead anyway, at least I want to choose one that is not too Painful and not ugly way to die." She looked at the knights who were approaching and holding various weapons, and then at the dead on the ground. This place is completely a slaughterhouse. People who have died died miserably. No one died with peace. Everyone had fear on their faces, their eyes widened, and they couldn't squint at all. Gris, who led the mercenaries in the massacre, was not the most tragic death. The head of the person who died under his giant axe was opened, and the smell of blood and brain was disgusting.

　　 This barbarian, this mercenary leader, this giant... the head was stepped on by a church knight, and that face turned towards Romeo Na. Gris's face didn't have the horror of the others before they died, his eyes were wide open, and his stiff face had a grinning smile, as if mocking what was happening before him. He was the perpetrator, and he was more than guilty, but innocent people also died here. No matter the kind, the evil, the guilty or the innocent, they all died here.

　　 The murder is not over yet, at least three more people will die.

　　 But Romeo Na hoped that only one more person would die.

　　 "Olga, you are a loyal and good person." Romeuona said, "Your loyalty will make you die in front of me and before my eyes. So I was thinking, if I die If you were before you, maybe you would not be so obsessed with accompany me to death."

　　 Romyona spoke, and took something out of her arms. A clean and beautiful tailor's knife. Its owner must love this gadget very much and maintain it very well. The leather grip has been polished white due to long-term use, but the blade is still shiny, and it must be very smooth to cut fabrics—— It is also suitable to cut a wound on the wrist.

　　 This is the body weapon that Romyona's poor maid handed her. After the massacre, the maid handed the tailor's knife to Romeo Na, who was killed soon after. Romiuona hadn't figured out what the tailor's knife was for at first, but now she finally figured it out. This tailor's knife is not used for body protection, it is a special means of self-protection. For women, the most terrifying thing is not death, but the insults and injuries before death. The original intention of her dead maids was probably to hope that their young lady could die decently, rather than die tragically after being tortured. Their minds are good. Although the robbers who might have done terrible things to Romeo Na are all dead, the real murderer is still in sight and is forcing her to die step by step.

　　 "Wait, what are you doing?" Julius saw Romeo Na take out the tailor's knife, rushed over before Romeo Na was about to stab her wrist, and grabbed her hand.

　　 "Let go of your hand." Romiuona didn't struggle too much. Maybe it was because she had little strength, maybe because she had suffered such a change, she had already lost all her strength. It is not easy. "Run, you still have the possibility to escape, don't waste your life on things that have nothing to do with you."

　　 "It doesn't matter what it means. When I encounter such a thing, I am no longer an unrelated person!" Julius yelled to Romeo Na, "These hypocritical **** will let me go? Take a look at how many people died here. Will they be softened by too many deaths!"

　　 Romeona was stunned, she felt Julius's hand trembling when she grabbed her. She looked at Julius's immature face. Julius is smaller than her, with thin cheeks and an unhealthy yellow. It was a poor face, no different from the begging vagrants she saw in King's Castle. If there is anything different between Julius and those beggars, there are probably only those eyes. He was trembling because he was facing death, and he felt that his death was imminent. But his eyes are still bright, and they haven't changed because of fear and death.

　　 This village boy named Julius is scared. Of course he will be afraid. He is not a great person, just an orphan with no power in the face of death. He has no reason not to be afraid.

　　 It’s just that Romeo Na didn’t understand why this boy’s eyes were still so clear at this time.

　　 "Stupid boy, do you want to be a hero?" Olga moved a few steps, hiding in front of Julius and Romeona, "Then try it-take her to safety Where to go."

　　"Master, do you think she will follow me?" Julius immediately replied, sounding a little bit broken, "She wants to die here, I can't take someone with you who thought I was already People who are dead. The body is much docile than her, it's just heavier."

　　"Then you can run by yourself."

　　 "Do you think I can run away? After witnessing such a thing?"

　　 "As long as you can run away, no one will care about you. Not many people believe a child, especially an orphan."

　　 Olga’s words seemed to irritate Julius, "Yes, no one will listen to me as an orphan, so what! If I can live, I will keep talking until someone Willing to listen to me and believe me so far!"

　　 "It's such a fool until he is so stupid." Olga said, but there was a slight smile on the corner of his mouth. "A kid like you, even if you can survive this time, he probably won't live long... …Then accompany me on the road."

　　Paddin has been watching them coldly, as if leaving them time to say last words. But this time is also limited-the longer the time is delayed, the higher the possibility of increasing witnesses, which also means that innocent witnesses like Julius will increase. They are not here to spread the killing. Padin's sword pointed at Olga, "Mr. Olga, the presence of you and that young man made Miss Romeona unable to make up his mind." Speaking of this, he said to Julius behind Olga: " Young man, your integrity makes me feel very ashamed...but because of this, I can't let you go. Your courage, persistence and perseverance may one day become a threat."

　　 "I don't need your hypocritical praise, **** knight. No, you are not a knight at all, you are a despicable murderer, all of you are!"

　　All the church knights heard what Julius said, but everyone was indifferent, as if they hadn't heard what Julius said.

　　Padine ignored Julius’s scolding, and went on, “Miss Romeuona, the death of Mr. Olga and the boy will probably make you firm, and no one will stop your actions. . These knights and I will not touch you, but... I hope you can put an end to this matter by yourself."

　　 "Can't you let the two of them go?" Romyona looked sad. She gave up all struggles and asked Julius to grab the tailor's knife in her hand. It seems that she doesn't need to rush to die, she can wait until the people around her are completely dead, and then think about what kind of death she should have.

　　 Padin shook his head, and then took a step forward. The crossed sword in his hand was swung up, drawing a silver-white trajectory, "Mr. Olga, I will let you die like a warrior. ."

　　 "And I will make you die like a condemned prisoner, Edgar."

　　Paddin didn't care about Olga's sarcasm. He put all his attention on Olga-Olga is the last obstacle and the most difficult opponent. One thing he didn't lie to Gris, he really didn't know Olga's details. I am afraid that the people of the Murining family do not know that this old man will be a silver-class warrior, unknown in the King’s Castle-a silver-class fighter who can be noticed no matter where he goes, he can rely on this power to go. Gain the favor, fame and wealth of the powerful. Padin, who came to this strange King’s Fort from the far west of the Republic of Vis, is the best example. Even the knights of the Holy Spirit Church who parted ways with the Bright Church, or the pagan warriors, respected him, because he was a silver knight, a powerful, noble knight who was praised by everyone for his self-discipline and self-denial.

　　 A noble knight who participated in dishonorable murders and massacres.

　　If it is on other occasions, someone like Olga who hides his strength will be suspected of having another attempt to become an attendant of an unfavored family girl, but since he has to use his life to do If your own lady is fighting for a chance, then his loyalty is real and worthy of admiration. It may be quite ironic that what can prove the loyalty of this old warrior is his former friend and the most powerful enemy now.

　　 "You and I are fighting here, there is no doubt that it will hurt Miss Romeuona." Padin said to the respectable old man, "Change to a more spacious place. I assure you that you Before we die with that young man, we will never touch Miss Romeona’s half hair, and we will not stain Miss Romeona’s death."

　　 "If you still have the slightest noble spirit, then you shouldn't kill a poor girl." Olga replied, "I won't leave Miss half a step, even if I die, my body will Protect the young lady, and you won't let you run into her!"

　　 Padin’s face is as usual, "It has nothing to do with noble or base, Mr. Olga. As I said, this is a job and a contract. I have no choice but to complete it."

　　"Do you want to justify yourself by this?"

　　Paddin thought for a while before answering Olga’s question, "No intention... Indeed, this is undoubtedly a bad and shameless murder." He knew exactly what he was doing, so Hard-hearted, without the slightest hesitation. The church knights he brought came for faith, even at the expense of his reputation and dirty his hands. As for him, Padin Edgar...as he himself said, he came for "work" or "contract."

　　 Olga and Padin are ready to go, Leo and the other church knights stepped back to avoid being harmed. Julius behind Olga has dragged Romeo Na, who has no master, into the depths of the jungle. The two did not intend to escape, because there were several bows and crossbows aimed at both of them, but they did not loosen the bowstring and pull the trigger.

　　 Fighting is inevitable, and it's about to happen.

　　At this time, a church knight walked towards Leo. The knight had not been in this encirclement until just now. He went to count the corpses and by the way, to see if anyone was still alive. If there is still someone who can breathe, he will be responsible for making up a sword~IndoMTL.com~ I can't die anymore. "Something strange."

　　 "What's the matter?" Leo asked.

　　 "There are 20 corpses of the attendants, and the number is correct. But the corpses of the mercenaries are missing four." The knight looked a little nervous. When he said this, he paused for a while, as if he was organizing language. , "No, it's not so much that four corpses are missing, it's better to say..."

　　 "There are four fewer people, right?"

　　 A voice came over, and everyone present heard it.

　　 The voice came from the side of the convoy, at the killing field that was already bleeding. Everyone followed the prestige and found the person who spoke.

　　 On the top of the carriage shed where the horse was dead, the carriage was half overturned, and crooked on the side of the road, there was a young girl sitting there, shaking her legs. The girl was dressed in simple hemp clothes, a tattered gray cloak, and a pair of straw sandals on her feet. She has a delicate face with a flower-like smile on her face. She was holding a wooden walking stick in her hand, and beside her was a basket full of picked wildflowers. The wild flowers in the basket were still covered with dew for some reason, as if it was still early morning.

　　 This girl is not a stranger, most people here know her-Romeuona, Julius, Olga, Padin... Even if there are people who don’t know her name, more or less I saw her face in the distance.

　　 This girl sitting on the top of the carriage is named Lulu Naka.

　　 In this **** place, Lulunaka's smile has not changed at all, exactly the same as when she first met.

　　 "What a strong smell of blood." Lulunaka smiled, "But compared to the fishy smell brought by the sea breeze, it's still a bit inferior... Maybe it's because there are not enough people dead, right? "