Chapter 24: Shocking answer

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The short sword is slightly raised, and the lifting style is completely different from the Byzantine swordsman, but the simple and simple movement has the meaning of gazing at the world.
But at the moment when this group of raiders appeared stunned, two black shadows appeared silently on both sides of the alley. The two silent and inconspicuous people were quietly silent with their palms all the way. The students who turned around knocked on each other, one by one, regardless of whether the other party noticed whether to dodge or not, they were cut by a palm knife on the back of the neck and fell to the ground.
When the students in front of Murphy finally recovered and prepared to attack again, they didn't know that the "comrades" behind him had already laid down one by one, and even the extra mumble was too late to send out. The movement of the sword was blocked by a powerful hand, and the eyes only had time to glimpse the ordinary face behind him, and he was stunned by the punch in front of Murphys without hesitation.
"Master."
The two were obviously guardian knight-like figures of the Windsor family. Murphy knew that there was always this kind of protection around him. He looked at the two kneeling on one knee in front of him, what he was about to say. , But saw one of the sword masters suddenly stood up and made the action of pulling the sword to guard!
"puff!"
A muffled sound of sharp weapon piercing the flesh, the guard in front of Murphy failed to stop the arrow of the sneak attack, but was shot through the abdomen with an arrow! But he used his body to block the hidden weapon that should have hit Murphy's chest-another guard shouted "enemy attack", grabbed Murphy and ran towards the exit of the alley The strength of Murphy made it impossible to resist.
High-level sword division, this is enough to be placed in the army as a school officer or even a general officer.
"Stop!"
Murphy didn't make struggling movements, but ordered a calm and abnormal emphasis on the swordsman who led himself away.
Command, not request.
The sword master stopped reflexively, but his eyes were alert. He looked at the family young master hesitantly. He didn't make any claims to talk nonsense, but pulled out his sword and told the future gentleman with the simplest action. Head of the Desol family: If the enemy comes, he must first step over his body.
The high-level sword master is willing to be a dead man, and the nobles of the aristocracy have to look up. This is the background of the great aristocracy.
"Don't leave your comrades in arms." The short sword in Murphy's hand made a defensive preparation, staring at the uneven roofs in the distance, looking for possible enemies-obviously, this kind of ruthless hand Is not necessarily his own enemy but is more likely to be an enemy of the family, "close, cover."
This is the first time Murphy fights with people. Although it is always a single adventure in the jungle, this moment the swordsman has used his actions to give Murphy trust.
The two moved, and quickly and concealedly leaned against the wall and returned to the swordsman who fell to the ground. The latter was so powerful that he did not die, but his face was ugly. Obviously, this arrow was unusual. However, the Windsor family did not let Murphy take more risks. The fully armed guards of the two teams quickly rushed over and took the injured swordsman a simple first aid and carried it out of the alley. The remaining ten Many people protect Murphy firmly, waiting for orders.
A piece of Milanese light armor on the family soldiers shone in the sun. This armor, which requires at least five Aztec gold coins in each set, can only be stable in armament quality by the Royal Guard of Constantine. With a head pressed, even the helmet with the emblem of the Windsor emblem was worth the income of ordinary people for several months.
The Windsor family does not lack money and glory, the only thing missing is the ordinary and stable living environment.
Murphy looked at the swordsman who was carried away, and he felt a little guilty under his heart. This emotion was unavoidable by a teenager. Even though he knew the duties of the swordsman in front of him, he had no intention of forcing himself to be cold-blooded. The guy Tang Jidi once said: "Regardless of how the group of Holy Seelers fooled you, believe it or not, you have to be a kind person with a good heart, more than having unparalleled power and terrifying power. rare."
Murphy will not abandon this principle in his life.
"Retreat, I'm not so vulnerable." Murphy waved his hand and turned to the high-level swordsman who had never left him one step away. "What's your name?"
"Guevara, young master." The talking swordsman didn't have those gorgeous armor, perhaps for camouflage. His dress was like a hawker preparing to rush to the market. The sword he used was not long, but he was ink Fez's hands are almost the same, hidden and deadly.
"Follow me, the others step back."
Murphy walked straight out of the alley, and Guevara took the sword and sheathed and followed the calm and abnormal young man, without any unnecessary nonsense.
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On the tower in the distance, Della stood in front of the window, squinting slightly as she looked out of the alley.
Turning around, there was one more abrupt visitor than usual in the originally shabby and simple room-a guy who was tightly bound tightly was struggling hard, looking at Della's eyes full of fear.
He couldn't resist this emotion. As a bounty hunter, tracking and anti-tracking are always essential skills, but he just had the time to shoot a crossbow and was thrown here in an incredible way by the woman who appeared suddenly behind him. If it wasn't that he hadn't suffered any harm at this moment, he must have felt that he was already in hell.
Of course, the facts did not deviate much from his ideas.
Of course, it is not just the Christoph family who wants the destruction of the Windsor family. Those little-known families will naturally make their own efforts in a hidden way. This crappy assassin is naturally one of them- — But in other words, even this kind of assassin can know that the last heir of the Windsor family is taking classes at Tarrens College, and those families naturally need not say much.
But this seemingly simple task is actually as difficult as going to the sky.
"puff!"
I didn't see any movement of Della at all. A cold ice cone appeared on the ground and pierced the ankle of the guy who was lying on the ground.
The pain caused his face to be white for a moment, and his cold sweat could not stop his forehead, and then dripped to the ground, but he couldn't cry because his mouth was by the black rope.
"Assassination? What a base trick."
Della's voice is very cold, which is very different from the indifference in the class. This is a kind of cold-hearted indifference and indifference to life.
The second ice cone pierced the opponent's calf, and Della didn't speak. With the fingers she extended, the third and fourth ice cone nailed the guy's limbs in turn.
This woman is the devil!
The near-shock bounty hunter who has been tortured has already insulted all the relatives of the unknown woman in front of him, but he can't stop this demon-like thin woman from torturing his will in this dungeon-free room. Action.
"There are too many reasons for assassination. If a nobleman is not hated forever in his life, then it is really a failed nobleman." Della sat gracefully on the humble wooden chair, light Erlang slightly lifted his legs, and the black robe brought a breath of horror.
"No one can assassinate the person selected by the tutor."
The corners of Della’s mouth curled up, as if talking to herself, as if talking to the poor guy on the ground whose blood had been frozen, but the latter was obviously unable to answer-the last ice cone pierced his head So that the exploded plasma is like a blossoming flower.
"Da da."
The thick wooden door was knocked, Della’s smile on the corner of her mouth had not disappeared, she turned her face, and the expression looking at the wooden door instantly became the usual indifference during the lecture at Tarrens College, and got up and opened the wooden door personally, Murphy Sri Lanka stood alone in front of the door.
"Ask me questions?"
Della's voice was not enthusiastic, as if she didn't know Murphy at all, or just regarded him as a student who had only a few sides in her life.
Murphy was uncommunicative. After thinking about the opening speech for a long time, he was choked back into his throat. He was stunned holding a roll of parchment in his hand, and even he nodded.
"come in."
Della no longer embarrassed the ridiculous child, and opened the position to signal Murphys to enter the door. The latter nodded and walked in.
It is estimated that all the aristocratic juniors of Constantine have such communicative ability only a few times. Which one of the other aristocratic juniors is not a smooth-spoken man who saw a woman with a sleek tongue? The ability of the aristocratic young masters who dominate the lower body to sing songs every night is directly proportional to their mouth work~EbookFREE.me~ also makes Della particularly spurned.
So this slightly different aristocratic young master really surprised Della. There was no second chair in the room. Murphy stood so honestly after entering the door. The magician Della had nothing to say, sitting The only chair in the room-and the assassin who had just been killed, disappeared with the blood stains at the moment before Murphys entered the door.
"Your test paper is very interesting," Della opened the topic, but her voice was still not human. "Maybe you trust the sword in your hand more, but reserve your opinion on the ethereal elements."
"Yes."
Murphy nodded, his nose twitched inadvertently, and reached out to touch the tip of his nose. He seemed to want to cover up this tiny detail.
"The average person's sensitivity to the taste of blood can't reach your level. Presumably your response today is not a brave move." Della's eyes looked directly at Murphys, and she pointed out that Murphy didn't look at it. Thoughts that seem harmless to humans and animals.
"Craving for strength?"
Della was sitting in a very upright position, which was very different from the casual posture she had just tortured the assassin.
Murphy was cut through the actions behind his mask, and his face was slightly unnatural, but he quickly adjusted to hear her next question, and Murphy nodded without hesitation.
"Rather than relying on family power, I believe in myself more."
"There are many people who have this kind of thinking, and you will never be short of one, but how can you prove that you have the courage to go down this path of pursuing truth?"
Della's words just fell, and Murphy responded with his shocking movements.