Chapter 75: Murderer

Chapter 75 Killing Mania
Judith Hall.
On the training ground floating in the snow, a small figure clung to the heavy thick wooden sword shield, staggered in the footsteps and the sword shield block, and opened a wooden sword in front of a guard.
Tyres gasped and supported the wooden sword, and straightened up again, shouting: "Come back!"
His practice object, the leader of the comet in the Judys Hall, Chora is watching Taylors in a dilemma.
"How long has he been with him?"
On one side of the training ground, Count Gilbert Caso looked worried and asked a comet private soldier beside him.
"In the morning, the training has lasted for three hours, adults." The guards also worried about the truth: "And last night, the lights in the book of the Highness of the House, a whole bright light... Jorah even let us stay at the door, inside No matter what happens, you have to rush in the first time."
Gilbert sighed.
After the unusual envoys met yesterday, the second prince returned to the Jude Hall.
Gilbert received his most urgent order: to prepare for the prince's Northward ambassador.
After all, the strong letter crows can't be used for a few days back and forth between Yongxing City and Longyan City... they can leave at any time.
All day yesterday, he and a group of officials and aristocrats of all sizes, both in a variety of matters - from the servant of His Royal Highness, the travel schedule to the wording of the book, and even the northern border after the Duke of the Northern Territory Things, etc. - busy, until now, I have time to come to the Dess Hall to take a look.
But what really worried Gilbert was the spiritual state of Thales—after all, not every child, when he was taken by his father as a bargaining chip to calm the war, he could calmly face it.
For example, now, His Highness is probably making a seemingly ruthless decision for His Majesty...
Gilbert looked up and was surprised to see that Taylors gasped, waved his hand and threw the sword in his hand.
"After a break, go to lunch - have been practicing for so long, why didn't you remind me." Taylors waved his hand and was exhausted.
The relieved Qola quickly nodded and promised, and Tyres began to unlock the shield.
Gilbert hurried forward.
"His Royal Highness," the former Foreign Minister carefully said: "Excuse me, your old wounds have not healed, it should not be so... costing your body."
"Don't worry, Gilbert... Look, my injuries are almost as good," Taylors skillfully and quickly took off the shield on the left, moving his left arm and licking his teeth: "Short Three days... Maybe I am really a monster, maybe."
Kirbert suddenly spoke, and he calmly said: "His Royal Highness, please don't be so thoughtful..."
"Well, it's good - after all, it's my own body, and I have lived in this world for a few years..." Taylor interrupted him and snorted: "Don't I know?"
"This strange physique is mostly because my mother is more mysterious than the magician?"
Tyres smiled and looked at Gilbert's look.
He is looking forward to seeing something from the reaction of the other party.
Yes.
Shortly after arriving at the Judith Hall, the horrible attitude of the King when he talked about his mother began, and Tyres was always skeptical.
From the eccentric mysterious magic energy to the strange brain thinking, the flash of memory for no reason, and then the resilience of the human body...
There is also the most suspicious point... After being searched by the Star of the Comet, no matter what he wants, he can't hide the anomaly that belongs to the
traversal
– whether it is talk, knowledge, reaction, or familiar knowledge within a month. The ability to learn, Taylors knows that it is extremely unusual.
However, neither Gilbert nor his nominal father, except for the initial surprise, reacted to this, as if it should have been.
It seems that Tyres was born to be this look.
Especially the first and last item, combined with the attitude of Li Xiya and the king, he can almost certainly be 100% sure that this is related to his mother who has never met.
Let the king of a country and the spokesperson of God be afraid to mention it, Serran Rana - what kind of existence does she have?
Of course, Tyres has a conclusion for this.
Think about Jodel in the Judith Hall, think about what Aaron said in the Fuxing Palace.
A family entangled with disasters.
Tyres looked at his nine-pointed star emblem and sighed.
His mother is probably a...
Until the confirmation, he tried not to think in this direction.
But he must explore this answer - from the aliens of the King and Li Xia to his middle name, he is not willing to let go of any possible information.
Even the results may not be very good.
Gilbert frowned deeply.
really.
His Highness, he has long been skeptical.
"His Royal Highness," Gilbert spit out and shook his head. "I don't have the chance to set your origins, but you have to know that the blood of the comet that you inherit from your arm is also derived from the ancient empire and extends to the final empire. It is the most noble lineage in the history of mankind - the blood of the royal family, the family of the Carloser... Perhaps there are secrets in this ancient and great lineage that are unknown."
Tyres sighed: It turned out to be a diplomat, from expression to wording - dripping.
I had to find another way to go to "Little Mother to find a mother".
"Okay, don't worry, I think too much," Taylor, who was sweating and sweating, sat down, shaking his boots and pouring the sand out: "It's not a bad thing anyway."
Moreover, how can pedigree and race have a high score?
So the prince happily said: "As for my mother - anyway, I will know one day, and my priority is the country with the dragon flag floating in the north."
Gilbert glanced at him. He glanced at Chora, who was packing his training equipment in the distance, and looked at Tyres in a distressed way: "His Highness, I think, what you said when you sent you yesterday, is not literal. The meaning of the above..."
"I know that the king has his own considerations." Taylor shook the last boot of sand and climbed up from the ground.
Gilbert looked at him with concern: "Exactly...so you don't have to be so...the amount...frustrated..."
"what?"
Taylors raised his brow.
But he immediately understood what.
"how?"
The prince turned his head and smiled and said: "Do you think that I just practiced swordsmanship... Is it self-defeating, or venting anger?"
Gilbert picked an eyebrow.
"Oh my God……"
Tyres slaps his head and smiles bitterly:
"Hey, since I have to go to that strange country... How can I prepare myself? Although the seven-year-old body can’t do anything, at least I have to practice the North Army with swords and learn to ride horses. When you are in danger, at least know how to save your life, isn't it?"
"If you are lucky, you will have the power to end..."
Gilbert couldn't help but interrupt him: "His Royal Highness, even in a tower with a special training tradition, has a special chance, so that the earliest awakening of the end of the power, the youngest record to be twelve years old - - In general, the awakening time is sixteen years old... and seven years old... the amount..."
Tyres heard the words and snorted.
He scratched his head and whispered: "Yes, I thought it was the same as brush proficiency."
"But," Kelbert still looked at him suspiciously: "You really... know and have no guilty... understand the intent of your majesty?"
"What a joke, I am also a graduate student of the ability to withstand stress - cough - the second prince with good psychological quality..." Taylors slaps the dust on his body, walks to the study, ready to start Lunch and text homework:
"Well, when I heard him say that I was going to kill me to compensate Exeter, I was really shocked."
"But I used it for one night and turned over the literature. The information in the Judith Hall was too little, and the arrangement was not scientific. I understood some of my plans."
Gilbert noticed that when Tyres called Kaiser V, he did not use "king" or "kneeling". He sighed in the bottom of his heart: Sure enough, His Highness recognized his Majesty... ?
"Want to hear my opinion - about my trip to Exeter?" Taylors licked his sore neck and grinned.
Gilbert sighed with a sigh of relief: "The deaf people listened."

in the dark.
Morat's unique and hoarse old voice came: "Does this let him run?"
The answer to him was Raphael, who was light and bright. "Our people also feel very strange - it seems that the strange doctor has seen the trap and returned without hesitation. The assassination team has emptied. We have been in the past few days. It has been patrolling between the east border of Exeter and the stars, the reed tower of the Forex family and the rebuilt tower of the Tluedida family, but there is no longer a trace of Ramon."
Morat put his chin on his hands and squinted: "Even if the inheritance has been destroyed for more than six hundred years, the Master is a mage - no matter how overestimated, he is obviously prepared. ......"
The Black Prophet raised his head slightly: "Our robe can't be emptied. He must have a helper... The Black Sword doesn't mention it for the time being. What are the other two killers of the Brotherhood? The anti-crust knife and the prison lock? Or the Qincha and the Proximity Rhoda?"
Raphael shook his head helplessly: "We didn't find the news that the anti-crust knife and the prison lock appeared nearby, and the help of other brotherhood cadres was not seen at all, but..."
Raphael frowned slightly.
Morat looked at it.
Raphael continued: "In the past week, Anton and Roda of the six giants have returned to the city of Yongxing - except for the 'head wolf' Razanci Fasso, which is still in the south, Qinqin and Roda. Lancer, Anton and Morris, the five of the Big Six are all gathered together..."
Morat raised his hand and stopped Raphael’s report.
His expression was constantly changing, and after a few seconds of pause, the Black Prophet breathed a deep breath.
"Five people gathered?"
"Humph."
Morat closed his eyes and shook his head: "I know who Ramon's helper is, not the people in the fraternity."
Raphael was puzzled.
Morat blinked softly and his eyes were sharp: "The first thing that revealed the news to us was the 'dark room', and the elite assassination group of the secrets was thrown at the border between the two countries - isn't this obvious?"
Raphael suddenly raised his head.
Morat has been silent for a long time.
"Oh," the black prophet chuckled. "It seems that Ramon is not a mage at all. We are put together by the old woman in the north."
"But she used fake news to attract our attention, and there is no reason... she helped the fraternity, then the latter... what do you want to cover up?"
"Remove the manpower in the north half, focus on the movement of the fraternity in these days... The five people gathered together is no reason..." Morat smirked: "Dare to follow Exter's 'dark room' To make a deal, Lancer is a kid, not to be Norfolk, my best disciple..."
Just then, in a cage covered by black cloth at the hand of Raphael, there was a sudden loud noise.
Raphael opened the cage with a blank expression.
Inside it was a bird-like, rat-sized head with a bright red mucus, a mouth with a fang, a piece of paper, and quickly retracted.
Morat didn't look at the sly, strange and weird creature, just staring at Raphael.
The latter looked at the little pieces of paper and his face was getting worse.
Raphael put down the paper and his face dipped as never before.
"We received the report, the blood bottle helped the two heads of the eight abilities warriors, "Magic Blade" Catherine and "Red Python" Nekra, appearing in the city of Levaux one after the other."
"And two days ago, we were in the neighboring, the eyeliner of Steel City..."
He said heavily: "Found, the trace of the blood magician."
Morat's pupil jerked!
"It seems that a big fish has been caught..." Morat smiled.
Raphael indulged himself and said to himself: "But... actually hiding in the city of steel... for so many years... Is it that the dwarves in the royal hall have nothing to do?"
Morat shook his head and closed his head: "Because of the goddess of the setting sun, the relationship between the king's hall and the Queen of Blackland has become worse and worse in the past three hundred years, and the guns of the wind have been slammed into a state of cooling. There is no such thing as a legendary anti-magic armor that can be used. Even if you know it, you can only pretend to be dumb."
Raphael frowned and snorted.
"Is it a blood magician, what is the specific return?" The black prophet pinched the crutches in his hand and drankly.
But he immediately noticed that Raphael was only sad and sighed.
The young white man lowered his gaze and spread the piece of paper.
"No return."
He said sinkingly.
Morat jerked his head up, his sharp, unstoppable gaze straight into Raphael.
Waiting for his explanation.
The young white man spits out a sigh of relief:
"The reason we found the blood magician..."
"Because of……"
"We are from the city of Steel to the city of Levaux, a whole line of eyeliner... thirty-four people..."
"All martyrdom."
Raphael is silent.
"and……"
"The flesh and blood are scattered, there is no whole body."
"It fits in our record... the style of the blood magician..."
He did not say anything more.
Half awkward.
Morat sighed deeply.
"It is demonstrating to the Secret Society: Beyond Wangdu, it can always find each of us."
"Sure enough, that's damn..."
He is hoarsely:
"The killing madman."
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(End of this chapter)