Chapter 1600: Assassinate

"Don't think I don't know, you went into the water to rescue Master Dewey and others, and the real reason for the distress." The fairy queen said in a tone of'I already knew about you, but I didn't say it', she said in a deep voice: The chains are all made of stainless steel. Even if they encounter deep-sea monsters, they will not break easily. Moreover, even if they are broken, the section will not be so smooth and flat, which is comparable to cutting with precision instruments."
She sneered a few times and continued: "People who dare to attack Master Dewey, the Elf Queen, and the President of the Rose Legion also dare to attack you, so I ask you to be careful and don't be careless."
I chuckled and said, "Knowing that Grandma Queen cares about me..."
"I just don't want my granddaughter to be sad. If you are not the fiancé Remy identified, I will take care of you."
Without waiting for me to speak, with a click, the call was disconnected.
I can't help but feel ashamed.
Achilles hugged his arms and leaned on the tree, and kept looking at me from the corner of his eyes. When I took the call crystal back into my pocket, he said leisurely: "When there are no abnormal dungeons and strange tides, I still need to travel. This kind of caution is really beyond my expectations."
"No way, sometimes the human heart is more vicious than the monster's mind." With a sigh, I said: "Monsters kill people only to eat their food, or to vent their anger, and humans sometimes just treat each other as an imaginary enemy, they will do it. Killing, once the two are compared, the monsters may be cuter."
Achilles sighed deeply, "Fortunately, in my time, there were few people stabbing a knife in the back."
"There are a lot of things like stabs in the back in any era." I looked at Achilles and said earnestly: "You just haven't encountered it, and it doesn't mean there is no one."
Achilles pondered for a moment and said, "Perhaps."
The two of us continued to move forward, perhaps because the previous topic was too heavy, this time, no one said anything.
After walking for dozens of minutes, feeling a little tired, he casually found a place with thicker turf to rest.
Sitting cross-legged, I divided the dozen or so fruits I picked up into two piles and pushed one pile to Achilles to eat.
Achilles was also welcome, picked up one, wiped it twice, and threw it in his mouth, and it crunched.
I grinned and said, "You are really rude to eat."
Achilles didn't mind, and said, "The habit formed during the war can no longer be changed..."
Before he finished speaking, he suddenly frowned, his face wrinkled, and said bitterly: "What kind of fruit is this, why is it so sour?"
I shrugged and said, "I don't know what the name of this fruit is, but I do know that its flesh is very sweet, but the core is sour and toothless. My subordinate is the boss of Rennes. The juice extracted from the nucleus is used as a means of questioning and punishment."
After Achilles vomited all the stone and pulp in his mouth, he frowned and said, "Is it the means of torture?"
"Yes" I said: "After all, not everyone is willing to answer questions honestly."
"If you do this, aren't you afraid of being held accountable by Her Majesty the Fairy Queen?" Achilles solemnly said, "After all, in your authority, you are not in charge of punishment."
"Oh?" I smiled and asked, "How did you know that I didn't have the power to control punishment?"
"Because you are a foreigner, foreigners are not allowed to have the right to directly control punishment," Achilles said: "This is true in my time, and it must be the same in this time."
"You still know politics quite well" I praised: "That's right. I really don't have the right to control and exercise punishment, but this doesn't mean that I don't have the right to legitimate defense."
"Justified defense?" Achilles wondered.
"Yes," I said: "The people I tortured are mostly murderers who threaten the safety of my family and my family. The reason why I tortured them is only for the safety of my family. This is a form of legitimate defense. It is completely different from the so-called penalty."
"But they use the same method," Achilles emphasized.
"Means, even if the process is the same thing, is it the same thing?" I shook my head and said, "In the case of painting, both ink and oil paintings are paintings, and the way to paint is to use pens. To paint, but they are not the same type of paintings. For example, to make statues and steps, you need to take out the stones and beat them, but the value of the two things is completely different, and who will carve them carefully? Is the stone statue conflated with the square steps?"
Seeing Achilles sounded bewildered, I continued to emphasize: "So, as long as the starting point is different from the final goal, even if the process is exactly the same, it cannot be fixed as the same behavior."
After listening to my words, Achilles rubbed his temples and squeezed the bridge of his nose. It seemed to make sense, but it was unacceptable for a while.
I leaned against the tree stump, eating fruit while watching him quietly.
For some reason, my thief likes to look at other people's tangled expressions, especially those who have disapproved of my words, but can't fault it.
Achilles was thinking quietly while crunching and eating the fruit. He habitually threw the fruit into his mouth, and then again, with a constipation expression, he smashed the crushed core and the pulp. Spit it out.
Seeing his tangled expression, I am happy.
Just at this moment, Achilles suddenly turned his eyes wide and moved a piece of fruit. Without thinking about it, he threw it at me.
I was so scared.
Damn, no, just look at your jokes, don't take the fruit and throw me away!
And seeing you lose my strength, the hit is a serious injury, maybe it will break bones and tendons!
However, facing Achilles's fast, accurate and ruthless throw, I was unprepared, and I was completely unsure of avoiding it. I immediately felt cold. It was over. This time it was miserable. I must have a few ribs. Break off.
Regardless, just treat it as my punishment for gloating.
I was sighing, suddenly there was another phantom flashing in front of my eyes, and what followed was a rapid wind breaking sound.
Feeling the approach of the breaking wind and the threat of the phantom, I gave a stern expression, squinted my eyes, staring at it, and saw the phantom, half arm length, thin fingers, smooth back end, sharp front end, but yes A crossbow arrow!
The crossbow arrow was not as high as my chest, so it was hit by the fruit that followed. With a slap, the fruit exploded, and the crossbow arrow completely deviated from the angle. It volleyed for a few revolutions, and with a clatter, it fell on the ground and sank into the grass. .
I grabbed my hand and grabbed the crossbow arrow. I only felt that the body of the arrow was slightly heavier than the ordinary crossbow arrow, and it was made of a very strong wood, and the outer layer of the arrow body was coated with paint. Used for wind protection.
Once such a crossbow arrow is fired, it will rarely deviate due to the surrounding environment, and it can be described as an assassination weapon.
I sneered, my eyes shifted slightly downward, and I was shocked.
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