Vol 6 Chapter 63: Kill in the night!

Earl Modillo watched the slightly pale moon above his head slightly fascinated. He held a letter in his hand for several years. The stationery had become crisp and yellow, and it looked like it might be crushed if a little force was applied. Look.
The letter was sent to Modillo one night many years ago. At that time he was still very young, but at that time he already had great ambitions.
His ambition was Castilla. When he came to Castilla as a diplomat in Naples, he was attracted to the country.
At that time, in other people's eyes, Castile was a turbulent and remote country. Whether it was wealth or influence, or the situation at that time, it could not be compared with a city-state in Italy.
But Count Modillo did not think so.
He was keenly aware of a real treasure that this country has now and has disappeared in many other places. This treasure was once the biggest weapon that made Europe almost conquer the East.
That is faith.
The Europeans were disappointed with the Vatican, or with the extravagant senior priests, but the church had shown weakness and frustration during the early years of the Black Death rampage, which has caused people to trust the church for many years. And the degeneration and decay of successive generations of the pope is completely disappointing to the Vatican.
This distrust has become a wave spreading in many parts of the continent. For the church, it is difficult for people to treat it with awe and worship. Instead, it is replaced by all kinds of satire and even The open mocking and spicy criticism of Tan
This seems to have become a fashion, so that when Modillo first arrived in Castile, he was completely fascinated by the rich atmosphere of religious belief.
People sincerely confess and sincerely seek relief and guidance, and the great power released by the union of the royal family and the church almost stunned Modillo.
It was at that time that Modillo had a bold idea, that is, if he could one day become the minister of the country, how excited he would be.
His eyes were fixed on the then King of Castile Enrique, and his approach was to make his sister George Anne the secret lover of Enrique.
Enrique has only one daughter born in marriage, which is enough to make Modillo have enough expectations for the child that George Anne may be born.
And George Anne did not disappoint him. After a few months of worrying anticipation, in the middle of the night, someone secretly visited the residence of Modillo, who was then a diplomat, with a secret letter.
There was not much in the letter, but a few words made Modillo almost happy on the spot. After nearly two days of torment pain, George Anne gave birth to a boy.
At that time, Modillo was so happy that he had almost forgotten where he was. If the vigilance developed over the years had calmed him down quickly, maybe he would really shout long before the messenger.
And the person who sent the letter was a close friend of Enrique, a young man who looked smart although he was not tall.
He has a very common name called Juan, and there are too many such names in the local area, so that few people will remember such an unremarkable messenger.
But Count Modillo was just one of those few people.
He remembered this person ’s name and his appearance, because this person was ordered to send him letters several times until Modillo received the news, realizing that King Enrique was in a bad situation. In the future, he thought that he would let Juan send a letter to the king, asking him to leave Castilla with his sister and children.
At that time Enrique himself was in a difficult situation. Although Modillo's request sounded rude, Enrique finally agreed.
Modillo remembered very clearly that it was the short attendant who quietly sent George Anne and the children to his residence.
Then they left Valladolid, who had been surrounded by Queen Isabella, and then sat on a cargo ship bound for Naples.
Next, Modillo did something that surprised everyone who knew the origin of the child. He quietly sent the child away on a night where no one knew.
No one knows where the child was sent, even when he was very young at that time because George Anne, who was completely immersed in joy and happiness for the first time as a mother, pleaded, and the Earl did not disclose anything to her about the whereabouts of the child.
In fact, as he told George Anne, at first he didn't even know where the child was sent.
It was this unusually confidential method that allowed the child to survive peacefully, and then after many years, a young man with red hair and beautiful blue eyes suddenly appeared in front of Count Modillo , He said that his name was Qiao Ling, which was the name given to him by Count Modillo, meaning "the origin of everything."
The count awoke from his memories. He pinched the yellow letter paper in his hand and carefully looked at the description above. Looking at the words inside, the count took a slight breath and settled the letter on the wax table as if he was determined, watching the letter paper slowly ignite.
"He has black hair and black eyes, and looks like an angel descending in the night ..."
The writing on the letter disappeared as it was burnt and curled and then turned into ashes, but the content above was deeply etched in the heart of the count.
"Angel coming in the night," Earl Modillo repeated this sentence lightly. "Whether it will be an angel or a devil will come in the night, who can make it clear."
No one can say clearly what will come in the night, but for Alfred, this night is destined to be restless.
I do n’t know why, after entering Billy Shelley, Alfred ’s spirit suddenly became much better, especially after I heard that Alfonso was dead, I did n’t know whether it was because of happiness or sadness, obviously I was stimulated. The young king insisted on holding a grand funeral for his cousin, and repeatedly claimed to attend in person.
Although this decision caused a lot of suspicion from many people, Alfred still claimed that he must attend Alfonso ’s funeral in person. For this reason, he woke up and asked this matter when he fell asleep late. The servant who was waiting next to him couldn't explain why.
Alfonso didn't fall asleep until late at night, but when the servants finally sighed in relief and then each found a place to relax, Alfonso woke up.
The reason why he wakes up is because he feels a cold, and because he has a ridiculous dream.
In his dream, he saw his wife sitting on the throne again as they were when they got married, but she seemed to wear the crown of the queen on her head, and beside her, a familiar figure made Alfonso wonder. .
From time to time, the man leaned over to kiss Ruosha, but Alfonso knew that it was never himself, but he could hardly imagine that he was the one he thought.
Alfonso tried to see the face clearly, so he kept moving forward, and when the man's appearance finally entered his eyes, he could not help but exclaimed, he woke up.
Billy Shelley ’s night was still cold, so the servants had closed the window before, but now the window was blown open by the wind, and a little cold mountain wind came in from the window, and the young king slowly opened it. eye.
A small figure was beside the bed. The man leaned on the head of the bed as if he was standing unsteadily. His body leaned halfway over the top of Alfonso ’s head, blocking the moonlight coming in from behind his window. .
Alfonso vaguely saw a terrible face, with scars all over his face and uneven skin, as if it had been torn apart by some beast and then pieced together again.
Alfonso opened his mouth and exclaimed, but he immediately realized that his mouth was tightly blocked. The sound could only keep rolling in his throat but he couldn't spit it out.
Alfonso shivered and reached for something around him, but his arm was pressed again, and then he was horrified to see the face that seemed to come out of approaching him, a low, hoarse voice was a little quick He kept whispering in his ear: "Listen you must die, this is my only chance, I know you are the king, but God did not choose you, so you are unfortunate, your death will not let I fell into because I have been to that place. "
Alfonso couldn't help struggling. He wanted to get up but was weak. He wanted to cry out for help but was tightly covered with a hand and nose, but Alfonso felt that although the man was very strong, he seemed to be It didn't work hard, which made his struggle even harder. At the same time, he tried to shake his arms and tried to hit some of the bed posts with his fists to make some noise, which made him struggle constantly to get rid of the poisonous hands of the terrible assassin.
"They won't let you live, no one will let you live, you are their stumbling block, you are destined to die."
The pain in his legs made the scared man dizzy. He knew it was because he used too much force to break up the wound that was fused with a soldering iron not long ago, but he could n’t take care of it. As he said, so many people wanted this Alver Reed died, and now the scarred man most wanted him to die.
Alfonso is still struggling, but he has no strength, his body can't twist, his head is pressed tightly on the pillow because he is covered with his nose and nose, his chest is shaking violently, but he has never been Power to get rid of those magic palms.
Suddenly, the assassin's hand covering his mouth and nose was slightly loose, a large breath suddenly poured into his mouth and nose, and Venus appeared in front of Alfonso's eyes.
The moment the assassin pulled the pillow tightly against his head and face, Alphonso made a grunt in his throat.
If the assassin could understand, he would hear Alfonso ask: "Is my wife asking you to kill me?"
It is a pity that Alfonso ’s question clearly has no chance to be issued, and the scarred man just wants to complete this task as soon as possible for him.
The pillow was pressed tightly on Alfonso ’s head, and the king ’s struggle slowly became weak, and finally his legs kicked on the bed, and finally fell down, The whole person is silent.
There was only the heavy gasping of the scarred man in the room. He first tried to loosen the pillow, and after realizing that the king was indeed silent, he took the pillow away and revealed a big, open face, his eyes wide and grim.
"The king is the ruler of this world, but he still can't escape the highest rule in the world." The man made a cross on his chest. He put the pillow under Alfred's head with some difficulty, and then took a stick from the side. He gritted his teeth and moved to the door.
The door was open, and a guard leaning halfway on the door fell slowly, with a crossbow in his throat.
The man looked carefully in the hallway. There were originally two guards at the entrance of the king ’s room, but one of them suddenly found an excuse to leave not long ago. The scarred man did n’t believe it was a coincidence. He only knew that Count Modillo was in Naples. Has a formidable power and influence.
The man walked carefully along the corridor. He didn't know if someone would suddenly appear after a corner or a pillar. After the heat, he cut his throat with a sharp dagger.
Although he knew it was possible, he had no choice. If he wanted to survive, he had to do what the count had ordered.
What surprised the scared man was that he walked quietly along the route commanded by Count Modillo. It was so quiet along the way. Although there were guards passing by, he was cleverly avoided by him when he finally walked along a dark When I walked out of the alley in Zhong, I saw a figure standing under the moonlight.
"Adult." The scarred man's short stature was slightly lower again, and then he looked up at Count Modillo.
"Done?" Asked the count, stroking the mane of the horse by his side, and seeing the man's flashing eyes, Modillo walked over to grab his chin and forced him to look up at himself. "I'm asking you something. "
"Yes, I did what you ordered." The man shuddered and answered, although he was once the most brutal robber, although he had done too many terrible things, but in front of this man he was always humble and timid, even He didn't even have a hint of resistance, because he knew how terrible this person was, which made him even forget the pain in his broken leg and tremble and said, "Adult, you promised me ..."
"I promised you to let you free." The earl said as he released him, and took out a handkerchief and wiped his hands away. "You can go now, but don't let me see you again."
"Thank you sir."
The scarred man stumbled just a few steps forward, suddenly stopped by the "stop" coming from behind.
He slowly turned around and looked at the count with desperate eyes.
"Have you ever attacked the Earl of Montina, right?" Modillo asked, seeing the scar on the scarred man's face seemed to be shaking, and the Earl walked up a few steps to continue to press "To be honest with me."
"Yes, but that's all for making money, you know we've had a bad time later." The scarred man avoided the count's eyes.
"You suffered this injury at that time? Tell me where?"
Upon hearing the count ’s inquiry, the scarred man's eyes first showed anger and hatred, but then he seemed to remember what immediately became full of terror.
"It's not far from Sanroni Mountain, in a town called Tampla." The man said strangely, as if suppressing the terror in his heart that he couldn't suppress "We were going to attack him there , But we got caught, many of us escaped together, but we failed to escape, we met the wolves, everyone was torn to pieces, that night there were wolves everywhere, I do n’t know how I escaped Yes, but when I woke up, there was nothing in my body that was good, but I survived. "
Earl Modillo listened to the man, carefully looked at his scarred face, and then stretched out his hand to caress the raised scars on his face.
"I think it must be painful," the count said for a moment, and then took a ruby-inlaid ring from his hand. "You take it, it's a reward for your service."
"Thank you, sir." The scared man immediately bowed respectfully, and then took the ring very carefully. He knew that the ring would be a mercenary's dependence for the rest of his life, so he was cautious. Put the ring in a dark pocket inside your clothes.
"Okay, you can go now." The count nodded, and then handed the horse bridle in his hand to the man. "Although you can't ride a horse now, you may need it later."
The Scarred Man glanced at the count with gratitude. This was the first time he saw Modillo without looking at him with fear.
He turned and limped and took the horse with a stick and moved it forward. When he walked a few steps, the voice of the count came again: "Juan."
The short scarred man shuddered. Although his name was so ordinary, this was the first time he heard one of those people who knew him calling him.
The short man named Juan didn't look back. He let out a dull response from his throat: "Do you have any other orders?"
"Do you remember the kid you brought to see me?"
The Earl's words made the short man's body tremble in the dark. His hand on a wooden staff trembles as if he wanted to for something, but he didn't dare to continue.
"Sorry, what kind of child are you talking about," the short man said, closing his eyes, but continued unwillingly, "Please forgive, but you may remember it wrong ~ EbookFREE.me ~ . "
"Yeah, maybe I really remembered it wrong." The earl paused, and when the man was suffocating, Modillo's voice came. "Come on, let's leave this place before it has been found, Never let me see you again. "
"Thank you lord ..." The man said in a heavy voice, and led the horse forward.
Looking at the disappearing figure, Count Modillo slowly lowered his rifle and raised it against his back.
Looking up at the bright moon above his head, the count exhaled gently.
He remembered clearly that the moon that night was the same as it is now, and Juan sent George Anne and the child to his residence.
Black eyes, black hair, like an angel coming at night.
In the distance, a cry of horror suddenly sounded in the quiet night. Earl Modillo looked back towards the castle, then took a bottle of wine from his pocket, took a sip, and then walked towards the castle. The corner of the lightly lifted: "God bless you, long live the queen."