The Magic Thief Chapter 19:

For the Earl Martial, he is indeed overwhelmed now.

Weighing the pros and cons, the Lord Earl finally gritted his teeth and bet all the treasures on the attack.

Now there is no hope for retreat. Once retreat, everything that the Martyr family has worked so hard to manage for hundreds of years in Surthburg will be in vain.

Although the Martyr family is inextricably linked with the wealthy aristocrats living in the capital, the Matir family is not one of those wealthy aristocrats after all.

The Martial family has always belonged to Searthburg, and belongs to the South of France.

Surthburg is the soil where the Martyr family survives. It is precisely in this fertile soil that the Martyr family is deeply rooted to grow so vigorously.

Leaving this piece of soil, this family has become a leaf that moves up and down.

Without the roots, without the trunk, those leaves cannot last long.

There is no way out now.

If standing in front of him is the heir of the lord who has the same temperament as the old Count Medin, if the young man standing in front of him is the kind and tolerant person.

Maybe there is still room for compromise, and maybe there is still the possibility of shrinking.

However, it seems that everything is clearly not like this now.

This young man is absolutely impossible to accept his compromise. Once this young man has a firm foothold, he will surely rise to the roots of the Martyr family, and burn the deep-rooted tree in Sirthburg with a raging fire.

Earl Martial seems to have seen the descendants of his family, one after another being immersed in blood.

He seems to have seen his family's ancestral home, which has a history of hundreds of years, even before the construction of Searthburg, was burning in the fire.

He seems to have seen that in a corner of the slum, the descendants of the Martill family are fighting for a piece of dry bread, and beside them are tired tombs. These tombs don't even have tombstones.

The count is quite clear that all of this is possible.

This is the end of failure.

Earl Martial had never thought that he might fail, because it was so ridiculous. There was a huge power behind him. The big man who really controlled everything was far from being comparable to a small lord like Earl Medin. , The reason why the big man didn't directly intervene in this matter was just for a good reputation.

What's more, the descendants of the Medin family are definitely not brave fighters. They would rather hold a feather pen than a sword. Against such an enemy, it seems that there is no possibility of failure at all.

But now everything suddenly turned over.

I don't know where an heir to the lord popped up.

If the teenager is just a botched fake, then forget it.

However, he has superb acting skills, deceived most people's eyesight, and won the support of everyone.

Even so, Earl Martial is still not worried.

Surthburg’s main power is in his hands anyway, and there is a huge power behind him as a backer. It is not impossible to let this counterfeit sit in the seat of the lord. At most, let him change. Become a puppet.

But even letting this young man become a nameless lord is not something that Earl Martill can accept. He believes that he is not so tolerant yet, so that the counterfeit can show his true colors in front of everyone, and at the same time take this opportunity He would like to see the families who have supported this counterfeit on Monday.

Because of this, everything that Lord Earl secretly carried out was prepared around how to expose the scam.

He never thought that things would turn out to be so unfavorable to him.

He never thought that the enemy he faced was not a botched liar, nor a group of humble liars.

It was a criminal alliance of conspirators and killers.

Earl Martial became scared.

He was quite scared.

Since so many of his men were killed one after another, he has been scared.

The opponent is obviously more unscrupulous than him, more cruel and cruel than him.

These people can no longer even be described as cruel. Watching them tear people to pieces alive, it can be seen that these people are bloodthirsty and extremely bloodthirsty.

And he must face these bloodthirsty enemies now, he doesn't know what his destiny is waiting for him? This is the most terrible.

Earl Martial tried hard to get rid of the feeling of fear in his heart, and he finally settled himself.

After all, he still has a killer mace in his hand.

He can still prove that this Master Ruibo is a fake.

However, although this assassin's trick is effective, in most people's eyes it is really damaging.

If you use this method, you are afraid of being attacked by everyone.

Therefore, it is possible not to use this method as much as possible.

Originally, I was confident enough to collect other evidence.

Surveilling that Mr. Hyde and all the people related to him has indeed brought a lot of intelligence to himself.

However, there are not many valuable things in this intelligence, because the monitors I sent out are also being monitored by the other party.

What's more, the time is too short. Before that, I didn't know the existence of this Lord Hyde.

After that, these people washed all the power in their hands.

Two weeks is too short. But it is not without gain.

The man named Eckert has traveled between Southport and Searthburg several times, and his behavior is extremely suspicious.

When he was in Nangang, he acted secretly, went to Bairdite's house many times, and took away many oil paintings.

In the beginning, how did you neglect this matter? There must be secrets hidden in these oil paintings.

Besides, he had to secretly bring two people to Surthburg.

One of them is Nangang’s most famous and also the highest-priced prostitute. It’s easy to understand. I heard that Master Ruibo has at least one place that resembles the real Ruibo, Byendit, that’s the two of them. He is also an out-and-out playboy, and it is quite appropriate to send a prostitute to the **** as a plaything.

The other person seems to be the housekeeper of Byndit's family. At first, the body of this guy was not found in the massacre. I thought that this person might escape.

If this butler can be found, it is definitely a strong evidence.

Unfortunately, these guys start faster than themselves, and they are more vicious than themselves.

Dozens of corpses and **** killing methods not only wiped out all the power in his hands, but also those who were willing to serve themselves as long as they negotiated a good price are now far away from him.

There is no other evidence, it seems that only the assassin is used.

Earl Martial hesitated for a long time, and finally he was cruel, and he gave it up.

Master Earl took a big step forward. This was entirely to embolden himself. He said: "Dear sirs, ladies and ladies, today is an important and solemn day. The little heir is standing in front of us. If he can prove the purity of his blood, then he will become our new lord."

"Earl Martial, there is no doubt about this. We have checked all the documents, all the documents are complete, and the authenticity of these documents has been verified by the appraisal experts." Count Fesnan said.

"I can fully imagine this. The documents are undoubtedly true and reliable, but what can these documents prove?

If these documents are in my hands, would you believe that I am Miss Lisa's son? This is quite ridiculous, don't you think? "Mr. Martial said.

"Are you questioning the identity of Mr. Ribo?" Count Fesnan asked.

"Yes, I'm not just suspicious, I even have evidence that Mr. Ribo is not Miss Lisa's son. The real Ribo, Mr. Byndit has passed away in the plague seven years ago. "Martial said loudly.

"Earl Martial, you better think about what you are suspicious of. Your remarks have insulted the reputation of several noble gentlemen, the respectable butler of the Bairdite family. It is the biggest honorary victim among them. You questioned his loyalty and dedication. Moreover, insulting the deceased is a very serious crime, and it is also an extremely despicable act, because the deceased cannot defend himself."

"Secondly, you insulted Lord Hyde, you insulted his wisdom, and you insulted his honesty and reliability. For an outstanding diplomat, this is the most precious asset."

"Finally, you insulted all of us here. You described all of us here as deaf and blind.

Lord Martial, if you cannot produce sufficient evidence to show your reasons, I will ask all the nobles in Surthburg to vote to impeach you. "Earl Fesnan gets more and more excited as he speaks.

"Insult, I have never insulted anyone, the housekeeper, who has seen his body? As far as I know, he still lives in this world, not to mention that he is not a loyal and reliable gentleman. A close inspection of the financial accounts he kept and operated on his behalf would reveal that there were many flaws in it. As for Lord Hyde, I think he is a liar, an out-and-out liar, a clever liar, and this is the more wise liar. Master Ruibo, he is the most successful liar I have ever seen. Would you like to see the proof? Okay, I will show you the proof." Count Martyr took out a golden silk braid from his arms Small box.

Opening the box, I saw an off-white irregularly shaped cylinder resting on the scarlet velvet cushion.

Earl Martial raised the box in his hand high and said: "The evidence is here. This is a phalanx taken from Miss Lisa's body. Everyone should have heard of blood relatives. Identify the ritual. Master Master, a clergyman like you with great strength should be able to perform this kind of ritual. As long as some blood is taken from this young master Ruibo, it can prove that the blood flowing on him is similar to that of the Medin family. There is no connection., After hearing everything Earl Martial said, most of the nobles present have not fully reacted.

I only heard Elder Monti shout in anger: "Mr. Martial, you are doing too much. This is simply a devil’s act. You not only insult the deceased’s reputation, but also slander the dignity of the deceased. , You damage the limbs of the deceased. This is an inexcusable guilt. What right do you have to make the dead be unrest after death? Even the wild dogs on the roadside know that the return of flesh and blood to the earth is a natural law, and bones cannot be damaged. Yes, and you are not even a wild dog."

The words of the elders filled everyone in the church with righteous indignation. Miss Lisa was originally an angelic existence in their minds. They were full of sorrow for Miss Lisa’s death. Now someone hurts Miss Lisa’s widow for despicable purposes. Bone, that is absolutely intolerable behavior.

Many nobles, including Viscount Telbo, rushed towards Earl Martír in anger. In their opinion, perhaps piercing the heart of this scum with a sharp sword is a kind practice, the stake. It is the most suitable choice for him.

Earl Martial had already anticipated that this might happen, and he quickly retreated to the young man's side.

"Okay, enough." The young man exclaimed angrily with compelling aura.

The anger lingered in the mid-air of the church, and could not dissipate for a long time.

The young man glanced at the nobles who were gradually surrounding him with a cold and sharp gaze.

The deafening shout and the pressure of the stare caused the enraged nobles to pause because of fear.

The nobles stepped back wherever their gazes swept over.

"I have a few words. I am not interested in the matter of destroying the body or damaging the dignity of the deceased. I only hope to prove whether Mr. Ribo has the qualification of heir. In my opinion, Martial The husband’s method is the most reliable. If you think that Mr. Martial has molested the deceased and want to punish him, you can wait until the blood test has been done to prove that Mr. Ribo inherited the line of the Medin family. Don’t talk about it. I wasted my time again, Master Master, you should be able to perform this kind of ritual, as far as I know it is not difficult." The young man said.

Mr. li, all of us present have never known how sacred you are. There is no place for you to point your finger at Thurthberg. Mr. Martial’s behavior is unforgivable. He will be severely and severely affected. And a notarized trial. "Earl Fesnan said angrily.

"Enough." The young man shouted again: "What is my identity, you don't need to know, not to mention, you can't guess my identity at all, I have already said that , I’m not here this time for the matter between you. Mr. Martial is worried that there is no notary in Sorthborough, so he asked me to act as an impartial man. The successor of Lord Sorthbourg is established, anyway. A major event, so I reluctantly promised it, I will treat anyone fairly, as long as he has a good reason, I will honestly report everything that happens here to His Majesty.

Furthermore, I have already said that you have to try Mr. Martial or punish him. I will definitely not stop all of this. However, I will finish the kinship identification first. What I need is a clear result. . "The verification method provided by Mr. Martial is a wanton trampling on the dignity of the deceased, and I am very worried whether the verification method provided by a despicable person like Mr. Martial is reliable? His methods are really shameful to us, and we don’t know what more shameful conspiracy is involved. Perhaps the phalanx was not taken from Miss Lisa's body at all. This shameless Acts, I believe Mr. Martial will definitely do it. "

Earl Fesnan said.

"Don’t worry, you can divide this phalanx into two parts. Anyway, there are only two people in this world who have the lineage of the Medin family. One is our Master Ruibo, but I doubt it. , The other is the respected Miss Meding, this is undoubtedly. Divide the finger bones into two sections. If the blood relationship proves that Master Ruibo and Miss Lisa are not related, then use Miss Meding’s blood Let’s try it. Of course, I’m not stupid enough to take advantage of the loopholes. In case Miss Meding sacrifices herself and secretly exchanges her blood, then I will become a heinous liar. Yes, these two gentlemen will pay close attention to Miss Medin, and Mr. Magician is fully capable of making everything inevitable from his detection." Count Martyr said triumphantly.

The magician suddenly stretched out his hand in the air and kept waving and spinning, muttering words in his mouth. As his arm turned faster and faster, there was a buzzing sound in the air, and countless bees were flying in the magic. On the top of the teacher's head.

The buzzing sounded one after another and finally became a piece. This small furry creature shrouded everyone's head like a black cloud, and swept there like a whirlwind.

Although it is not clear what these bees look like, their color is completely different from ordinary bees. The bright red color is like blood, which is the most significant difference between them and ordinary bees.

Those noble ladies and ladies are naturally afraid of such fluffy things flying around.

Suddenly, there were piercing screams one after another.

"This is the blood bee I raised, a creature that loves blood. Without my order, they will not attack anyone. Don't worry." The magician comforted: "The blood bee has a very sensitive sense of smell. Their addiction to blood makes it easy for them to find the wound. Of course, you can rest assured that they will not attack anyone without my order. The bloodthirsty nature is definitely not more effective than my order. "

"Please control these bees first. You see there are so many ladies and young ladies here, they don't want to see those things." Count Fesnan said.

The sorcerer nodded listening to the intermittent cry of fear in the church.

He rolled up his sleeves and exposed his arms to the air.

The bees gathered quickly towards his arm, and soon his arm was covered with bees.

These insects, which make an ear-splitting buzzing sound and move around all the time, make most of the people present horrified.

The magician was quite aware that ordinary people hated such creatures. He put down his sleeves and covered his arms covered with bees.

Obviously this is also a kind of magic.

The buzzing that had filled the air suddenly subsided completely, as if all the bees had disappeared all at once.

"That's all right, please get started," the young man said.

Earl Fesnan was about to say a few more words. In fact, he was a little bit unsure of being troubled by Earl Martial, and he also began to doubt the authenticity of Ribo's blood.

At this moment, Ribo suddenly interrupted and said: "Earl Martial, I will always remember the harm you did to my mother's body. If the purity of my blood is finally proven, you must pay for it. At the price, I will not harm my mother’s remains, and at the same time suffer reputational harm. Any investigation will make the dead mother restless in paradise. I prefer to choose a more direct solution. I will ask you to fight. Moreover, no one can replace you."

"Okay, I promise. It seems that you are willing to perform the blood relative determination ceremony." Count Martyr said with great joy.

"As long as Elder Mondi can perform this ritual, I have no reason to refuse, because I am indeed my mother's child." Ribo said categorically.

This affirmative answer made Earl Martial hesitate.

"I can perform this ritual, but this kind of ritual takes a long time." Elder Mondi said, although he didn't know why Ribo was so firm, so sure.

Of course he fully believes that Ribo's self-confidence is not blind.

"My elder, what should I do?" Ribo asked.

"You only need to provide a few drops of blood. Oh, I'm not sure, maybe one milligram is about the same. Well, if possible, one milliliter should be enough." Elder Mondi began to pretend to be confused. , Once the appraisal fails, he can also take the responsibility on himself.

"As long as you can smear the entire palm of the blood, it’s fine, and then the priests have to pray that the **** of life will cause the miracle of life. If you have a blood connection with the provider of the phalanx, life The gods will turn the dry finger bones into vital cartilage, and some cartilage is even covered with blood vessels. The whole process takes three or four hours.” The magician explained.

"Yes, yes, yes, come here, go get a golden bowl filled with water, and then get a scalpel, a small one." Elder Mondi ordered.

"It is best to use a crystal bowl, so that you can clearly see the changes inside, and you don't have to worry about someone climbing on the roof to steal the phalanx." The magician reminded again.

"Also, get a crystal bowl." The elder still ordered.

After a while, a pastor returned to the auditorium holding a crystal bowl.

The crystal bowl is filled with holy water. There seems to be countless rays of sunlight dissolved in the holy water, and golden light flows around in the ripples of the water.

In the other hand of the priest, he held an extremely sharp scalpel that shone with cold light.

Ribo walked slowly in front of the priest. Holding the scalpel in his right hand, he made a light cut in the palm of his left hand, and blood poured out from the wound.

Ribo folded the palm of his left hand into the shape of a bowl, and the five fingers were tightly closed together, and the blood in the palm of the hand gathered more and more.

Seeing that the blood has almost filled the entire palm of his hand, Ribo slowly stretched his hand into the crystal bowl.

The pastors sang a hymn to the gods together. They raised their heads slightly to look up at the top of the sky, where the sun shined through.

Ribo watched the blood dissipate all at once, and the golden holy water was now shining with golden red light.

He felt a slight pain in the wound on his palm, and then another itching sensation. Although the wound in the holy water hadn't healed completely, it didn't bleed anymore.

Ribo seems to be a child playing and presses the palm of his hand in the crystal bowl. No one noticed that as the holy water in the bowl undulates, another stream of blood is hidden from the one in the sleeve tube. The slender wand flowed into the crystal bowl.

It’s easy for the magic wand to pour out all the liquid it’s filled up in advance. There is no need to chant a spell, so the blood taken from Miss Randy’s body without knowing it. All are poured into the crystal bowl.

When Ribo pulled his hand out of the crystal bowl, Elder Monti took the crystal bowl and walked under the straight beam of light in the center of the church.

A ring-shaped bracket was slowly lowered from the zenith.

The elder put the crystal bowl on the bracket.

"Mr. Martial, would you please bring Miss Lisa's remains?" said the elder.

"Now I understand everything." The earl took out the phalanx from the box and fold it with force. The phalanx broke into two with a "click": "According to the agreement, the phalanx is divided into two pieces. If, Ruibo If your husband’s blood can’t fuse with this phalanx, then try Miss Meding’s blood to see if I have any tricks."

Martial's rampant behavior aroused the dissatisfaction of most of the nobles, and he wanted to surround him again.

"Mr. Martial, you should think about how to deal with Mr. Ribo's duel request. I am afraid that you will need your life to pay for the insult to the deceased." Elder Monti said solemnly.

He took the phalanx and let it sink slowly to the bottom of the bowl.

Elder Monti flicked twice in the air with his index finger, the bracket slowly rose, and the crystal bowl containing blood and the phalanx slowly floated towards the top of the sky.

All the nobles in the church raised their heads and stared at the crystal bowl.

The sunlight transmitted from the zenith was refracted by the crystal bowl and projected onto the floor of the cathedral. People stood in a blood-red light and shadow.

The priests gathered below the sky, they knelt on the ground and prayed devoutly.

The hymn of the **** of life resounded through the sky.

Elder Monti closed his eyes slightly, and he presided over the ceremony.

The waves of light are flowing, the water is rippling, and people are deeply attracted by this mysterious scenery.

Only the young man stared at those sharp eyes, constantly monitoring the few people who needed attention.

Of course he knows how to careless now.

According to Martial, he is absolutely certain that Ribo is a fake.

Martier's words are credible, because everything he says is reasonable and in line with his nature.

This kind of despicable and shameless villain, if you want to count an unsuspecting person, he shouldn't miss it.

Besides, the other thing that made him suspicious was that the young man was so good.

As for the young Ribo in the intelligence, Byndit did not show any talent at all. Apart from being quite lustful, this kid has nothing to do with it.

Seven years can completely create a person, but to do this, that person must also have a strong desire to learn, plus talent and several or even dozens of times the effort.

The real Ruibo, Byndit has absolutely no such qualities.

Although this is only a guess, the possibility of such a guess is high.

If it is a counterfeit, then the blood test will definitely reveal his true identity.

But this kid is not worried at all. I am afraid there is something strange in it. There must be something that makes him so at ease.

The young man has been completely sure that Ruibo and the others will do their hands and feet in the personal identification ceremony.

But how to make hands and feet, what kind of hands and feet, this is what he can't imagine.

However, it is certain that it is absolutely impossible for them to have a piece of activated cartilage in advance, it is impossible for them to know the method used by Martial, and they don't have time to temporarily get it out.

The only method that can be used is to infiltrate the bowl with the blood of a person’s real immediate family members.

However, the blood of the Medin family has almost been severed. According to Martial, the last member of this family is the old woman.

So the only one who can provide blood is the old woman.

However, just now I have been staring at her every move, the old woman absolutely never had the opportunity to secretly take out the blood, nor did she have the opportunity to pass the blood to the young man.

From the beginning of the ceremony to the time when he took blood samples, apart from the three women beside the boy, no one had approached him.

This is weird. Did he use illusion?

Impossible. In order to prevent him from secretly using illusion, Jeter prepared the magic butterfly. As long as someone uses illusion, the magic butterfly can sense the fluctuation of magical energy.

But now there is no response, which is really weird.

An ominous premonition gradually rose in the young man's heart.

This premonition has made him free from the predicament of death countless times. This is a natural indescribable ability that comes from the power of the nun mother who originally wanted to serve the gods with lifelong chastity.

This hunch has never been the slightest error.

Moreover, I have never felt such a strong premonition of danger.

Is this solemn church hiding a threat that I have never seen or encountered before?

The young man began to feel nervous and confused.

However, his eyes kept scanning the targets tightly.

The actions of these people are clearly in his eyes.

Time has passed bit by bit, and standing for a long time is an extremely difficult task for the ladies and the ladies.

So the ladies and young ladies walked towards the lounge at the back of the auditorium under the leadership of the chaplain on duty, and the elderly gradually left.

But the old Miss Medin obviously knew her special identity, so she always stood there straight.

Miss Randy took this opportunity to say hello and went to rest in the back, and she had to deal with the wound on her hand.

Just now, when Earl Martial and Earl Fisnan were arguing, they secretly pierced the arm with the crossbow that Ribo carried, and the blood was absorbed by Ribo with his wand.

To be honest, when the magician released the Bleeding Bee just now, he was really afraid that it would be completely exposed.

Fortunately, the blood bees did not fall.

But to be safe, leave this place as soon as possible, and treat the wound quickly.

Fortunately, this is the church, and the pastors are definitely experts in treating wounds.

In order to cover Miss Landy's departure, Fanny and Justine also went to the back lounge with her.

Everything disappeared unconsciously.

For those who are chatting and laughing, time passes by without knowing it.

However, for those who are waiting nervously, it is so slow.

But despite the slowness, there will be an end in the long run.

Actually, there is no need to wait until the end, most people have already seen the changes in the crystal bowl.

The original bright red color gradually faded.

The holy water that was muddy and mixed with blood has gradually become clear.

At the bottom of the bowl, people with sharp eyesight have even seen a pink mass lying there quietly.

Elder Monti waved his hand gently, and the singing of praising the God of Life stopped suddenly, and the priests got up from the ground and returned to their original positions.

Elder Monti flicked twice in the air with his index finger again, and the crystal bowl slowly descended from the top of the sky.

When the crystal bowl was lowered to the elder's chest, Elder Mondi gently held up the crystal bowl.

In the bowl is a thumb-sized, pink oval semi-transparent flat ball, rolling around as the bowl sloshes.

"Mr. Martial, you see, everything in front of you proves the identity of Mr. Ribo."

Speaking of which, the elder turned his head and said loudly to the nobles in the auditorium: "I announce, Ribo. Mr. Byndit is Lisa. Miss Medin's son is the late Blake. Vevensk, the grandson of Mr. Medin, is the legal heir of the Medin family by blood, and he absolutely enjoys the right to inherit the status of Lord Sirthburg."

"No, it's impossible, it's totally impossible." Count Martyr said in a panic: "The blood has been exchanged, it must have been exchanged. Someone has done tricks."

"If you do your hands and feet, then it can only be Miss Meding." The magician said: "Just let the bleeding bee be able to prove all this, Miss Meding, don't mind."

Haven't waited for the old Miss Medin to answer, the magician has released the blood bee hidden in the sleeves.

The blood bees flew towards the old lady Medin with their heads and heads, mixed with ear-splitting hum.

Although the old lady Meiding was a little flustered, it was only because of women's instinctive fear of insects. Besides that, she was very at ease, because there was absolutely no wound on her body.

Sure enough, the undetected blood bee did not fall on the old lady at all, and the blood bee buzzed around the old lady.

For the unreasonable actions of the magician, the nobles are very angry. If it weren't for the mysterious power possessed by the magician, they would have been besieged.

The magician originally had a clear mind, and in his opinion, Miss Meding must be the provider of blood.

The blood bee will definitely be able to find the blood.

Unexpectedly, it was not what he had originally expected. The old lady Meding had no wounds at all, and there was no smell of blood. In addition, the nobles around were extremely emotional, and the magician himself felt a little bit. It's not good.

He really couldn't figure it out, how could things become like this?

Suddenly, a possibility emerged from the depths of his mind. Perhaps the provider of blood was someone else. This kind of noble and noble family has one or two illegitimate children. It is not a great thing, as long as the blood is related. The above connection is within three generations, which can also activate dead bones.

Only this is possible, the magician thought in his heart that it is not difficult for him. Blood bees can easily find the existence of the wound. Moreover, these blood bees have already established a spiritual connection with themselves, once When you find the target, you can sense it immediately.

Thinking of this, the magician suddenly shouted: "I know, there are other descendants of the Medin family who survived. They provided the blood to activate the phalanx. My blood bee will find that person. Came out."

Speaking, he waved his arms, and the blood bee that had originally buzzed around the old lady Medin flew in all directions.

All this happened so suddenly.

Suddenly, most people couldn't react to it for a while.

Even the young man was completely stunned at that moment. Suddenly, a strong indescribable sense of crisis hit him violently.

He seemed to understand everything suddenly.

But it's too late.

The blood bee flying in the sky did find a person with a strong smell of blood on his body, and at the same time he did have a wound.

And that person is Ribo.

The countless bees turned their heads and rushed toward him. They rushed toward him from all directions, and they rushed toward him overwhelmingly.

Unlike old Miss Medin, Ribo learned a lot of ways to deal with crises from Kellle.

In what Kelller taught him, there is absolutely no passive defense, waiting to die.

For a killer, killing the opponent before they do it is the only correct defense method.

In order for Ribo to keep this in mind, Kyle has made Ribo suffer.

The painful experience made Ribo imprint this knowledge deeply in his mind, and it became a habit and an instinct.

Feeling danger sweeping toward him, Ribo shook his right arm, and three crossbow arrows shot towards the magician.

The young man leaped forward almost at the same time as the crossbow arrows were shot. He planned to intercept these crossbow arrows in the middle of the road.

For a master like him, this was nothing.

It's a pity that this young man has forgotten that Ruibo is not the only one.

The moment he threw forward, he suddenly felt a strong murderous aura surge over.

The young man couldn't react at all, so a sharp dagger was silently pointed at the area between his chest and abdomen and quickly slashed over.

This knife is not only extremely accurate, but also extremely accurate in grasping the time. It happened to be the moment when I had just started and my body was inconvenient to turn.

For such a terrible knife, young people know that it is impossible to avoid it completely.

This guy who attacked suddenly is not only a great master, but he must be a guy who is extremely proficient in how to kill.

At this moment, the young man finally understood that something happened in the forest.

Those who really need to deal with on this trip, when they encountered an attack in the forest, it was not unconcerned that the heir of the little lord and his companions would be eliminated by hand, for their own safety, to kill people. It is absolutely necessary.

However, the reason why their plan was unsuccessful is that the existence of the little magician is undoubtedly one of the reasons, and the other reason is that they discovered that their opponents hide a powerful person who specializes in dark activities. Master.

This person's skill is definitely not under him, and his killing skills, the ability to grasp the mobile phone will be more powerful than any master he has ever seen. What's more terrifying is that this person is obviously with that little magic The teacher has an outstanding tacit understanding, once the two of them join forces, there is no room for the opponent to fight back.

Presumably in the forest, those guys have suffered the same.

The young man used all his strength for defense, and he backed away again and again.

At this time, he didn't care about protecting the magician.

Kyle misses a hit, and generally doesn't stalk his opponent. This is not a killer method of fighting.

In Butter Woods, because they were attacked and couldn’t figure out the strength of their opponents, Kyle had to entangle one of the most powerful guys. There was no way. The only choice.

But now the situation is completely different. Looking at the corpse lying on the ground, Kyle is not in a hurry to make a move although he still maintains an offensive appearance.

The poor magician was shot almost instantly.

Ribo has never forgotten that Kelller had told himself when he taught himself the technique of crossbow arrows. Since this kind of crossbow arrows are used as a precaution, it is absolutely impossible for the opponent to have the ability to fight after being shot. If the opponent is still able to fight, at such a short distance, it is very likely that he will die.

Because of this, when practicing the three arrows salvo, the crossbow arrows were aimed at the three absolutely deadly parts of the eyebrows, throat and heart.

Ribo's mastery of the crossbow arrows was originally satisfied with Kyle.

Ribo and the magician stood very close, and the magician was not a quick person.

The three crossbow arrows were unbiased and hit the magician's eyebrows, throat and heart. The strong ejection force shot the crossbow arrows deep into the target's body.

The blood spurting out wildly attracted the attention of the blood bees, and the magician's body was immediately covered with blood bees.

This time is completely different from just now. The blood bee crawled around the magician's body without restraint. Although they could not bite the wound without an order, the blood that flowed out was their favorite food.

The magician is deadly almost instantaneously. Although they possess magical powers, they are weaker than most ordinary people at close range. The magician standing in the range of the crossbow arrow has undoubtedly dedicated his life to control death. Of the gods.

Ribo took out his wand from his pocket, which was a self-defense weapon he would always carry with him.

Silently stretched the wand into the two bottles tied at the waist and dipped it. After inhaling the potion, Ribo waved the wand? There was a spell in his mouth.

As his wand pointed forward, although there was no shocking sound or dazzling sparks jumping, the blood bees crawling around and licking blood fell to the ground one by one, and no longer moved. No, all this is magical enough in the eyes of ordinary people.

The danger passed, and for most people, it was finally a sigh of relief, but: some people are not so excited.

In fact, Earl Martial had already shuddered. As long as he thought of the crossbow bolt that was so benchmarked and instantly took the life of a powerful magician, he was shocked.

He didn't forget the promise of the duel. It was just a perfunctory. He didn't want to make fun of his life.

Earl Martial also practiced swordsmanship for a few years when he was young, but he was just practicing good looks and pursuing fashion.

What's more, it depends on that kid's skill, he definitely can't handle it by himself.

Earl Martial is absolutely certain that Ribo is a killer, a killer who is proficient in all kinds of fighting skills.

He is not stupid enough to put his life in the palm of a killer.

However, it is not so easy to escape smoothly. Among the two people who are honored, one is a paladin and the other is a magician.

In his opinion, there should be no problem with the two men joining forces to sweep the south of France.

But I didn’t expect that the magician would be killed so easily, and the paladin seemed to be far less powerful than he thought, so that one of Hyde’s bodyguards had no room to fight back, and he might even protect himself. It's not easy.

Earl Martial had to start thinking about his own funeral.

And the young man was equally disturbed.

He never expected that the situation would deteriorate to the point it is now.

Jett is dead, so dead, so meaningless, so worthless.

In fact, this whole thing had nothing to do with me.

He has a heavy responsibility, a heavy responsibility that will never allow failure.

For this task, Lord Duke not only handed over the most elite knight squad in his hand to him, but also sent Jett, a magician, to help him.

But now, the mission has failed before it has been carried out.

Without Jeter, there is no hope of victory for himself and the knights under him.

Because there is a magician guarding his target.

To deal with magicians, only use magicians.

Now that Jeter is dead, he has let down the trust of Lord Duke.

And all this is just for something that has nothing to do with me.

There was a silent and painful cry from the young man's chest.

Endless regret was burning in his heart, licking his soul, and devouring his soul.

He failed, he failed completely.

His mission is over.

Perhaps this also means that his position in the eyes of Lord Duke has plummeted from then on.

Perhaps it even means that he abandoning honor and all that friendship has been exchanged for is gone.

The young man is full of regret. He shouldn't get involved in this matter at all. There was silence in the church, and no one was speaking. What happened at that moment was definitely something they would never see again in their lifetime.

A magician was killed in an instant, and the person who killed the magician was also a magician, but the method he used was not the kind used by the magician.

In the blink of an eye, two top masters fought each other in front of everyone. Although this match was so short, the lightning and flint-like attack and defense made many people amazed.

These people are not laymen like Earl Martial.

Earl Lavie is one of them. Now, besides awe of Mr. Hyde, he is more shocked.

Because this Mr. Hyde is only a commoner noble, only a hereditary lord.

However, beside him, there is a great master as powerful as the Paladin. What kind of lord is this. It is a king at all. Only a king can train a paladin, and only a king has a paladin guarding him.

Earl Lai Wei was fortunate in his heart: He didn't stand on the opposite side of Mr. Hyde. This was indeed a correct choice.

"Earl Martial, you should now accept your promise in advance to accept the challenge of a duel for your despicable behavior."

Earl Fesnan broke the silence.

"My lord, you know, my lord, there is something strange in this. They have done tricks in secret, and they must have done tricks. My lord, you have to be the master." Matil pleaded with the young man.

"Martial, what you did yourself should be your own responsibility. Since you have done such an indignant thing, you have to pay for it." Some of those nobles shouted loudly.

The young man remained silent, and he was reluctant to intervene in this matter again. This fool named Martial had nothing to do with him whether he was alive or dead.

However, if you go back and report that you have encountered a killer whose strength is no less than that of a Paladin, Lord Duke may not believe it, and leaving this idiot a life is just a proof.

The young man thought in his heart, not to mention, that for saving the life of this idiot, there are other people in the capital who will thank him, and it is good to leave a way out.

Furthermore, if this stupid is allowed to be killed by someone, then others will really think that they will not save their companions, who will be willing to cooperate with them in the future, and who will be willing to be their subordinates.

Thinking of this, the young man said coldly: "Everyone has seen everything just now. My assistant, Mr. Jett, died. He died quite unworthy. The heir of the lord did not originally have to fire a crossbow. , Assume Mr. Jeter, from the beginning to the end, Mr. Jeter did not have any malicious intent, but now that people are dead, it is always a fact, Mr. Jeter is a magician, you killed a magician, this matter I must His Majesty the King reported, and the whole thing was caused by Mr. Martial, and Mr. Martial is the party involved, so Mr. Martial must explain everything to His Majesty in person."

"Yes, I want to meet with His Majesty the King, and I want to report to His Majesty the King." Count Matil was obviously confused, and he was talking nonsense.

"Your Excellency is too bullying." Another nobleman said loudly.

Hearing the young man say this, whether it was Earl Fesnan or Earl Lavie, they couldn't help but feel worried. They didn't want to really offend this young man and the forces behind him.

As for the fellow Martial, it doesn’t matter whether he is killed or not. Anyway, since the Martial family has done such a damaging thing, and it’s a matter of the Lord’s family, they definitely don’t have any status in Surthburg. NS.

As soon as Earl Martyr walks away, they can immediately instigate the nobles of Searthburg to completely drive out all the forces of the Martyr family from Searthburg.

"Everyone, let us forget these things that make everyone feel very angry. We still have the most important things to complete. Leave the task of punishing crimes to be completed in the future," Mr. Hyde said.

Hearing these words, Earl Martial escaped from the cathedral without saying a word. He ran straight to his carriage. Now for him, leaving the city as soon as possible is the most important thing for him.

The young man said "goodbye" coldly and left the cathedral without looking back. He naturally had a place for him to go.

"Now that everything is clarified, let's vote in a real way. The time has been delayed for three full hours because of a despicable person, but in my opinion these three hours are extremely worthwhile. We have seen We haven't seen a scene in our entire life. To Mr. Hyde, how to deal with this corpse?" Elder Mondi asked.

"The magician's things will be handled by the magician." Mr. Hyde said.

"Alright, Mr. Ruibo will be sorry. When we are voting, please take care of these things. I plan to call the ladies and the ladies over. They may not be suitable to see such a **** scene. ." The elder turned his head and said: "Buddy, Pace, you two will follow Mr. Ribo, and provide all his help, Dorad, go and tell the ladies and ladies to come in five minutes."

According to the instructions of the elders, everyone went to do their own work.

Ribo certainly knows why Mr. Hyde asked himself to deal with this corpse. On the one hand, he is indeed the most reliable candidate. On the other hand, he is so good to take out the pocket of the dead magician. As a thief, this But work within duty.

Ribo asked two assistants to come to a secret room, so he started his work with relish. All the things he could not recognize were carefully classified into small pockets by him. middle.

As for the corpse, he pulled it out and threw it into a sack. Like all the dead, he didn't need anything anymore.

A decent dressing is a waste to the thieves.

Ribo sticks to this principle.

When Ribo finished processing all this and returned to the auditorium, the result of the vote had already come out.

Perhaps because of the tremendous deterrence of the shocking duel just now, or perhaps because the actions of Earl Martill made everyone dissatisfied, Ribo gained an absolute amount of support, in fact, not only was there a small number of negative votes. Poor, not many people abstained.

After the vote is passed, it is a formal ceremony.

Ribo never thought that the formal ceremony would be so cumbersome. He only hoped that the ceremony could end sooner.