Vol 5 Chapter 8: Tiger

In the dark alley, a few screams sounded, and the sword in Ace's hand was already unsheathed, and the cold blade passed by, and the screams gradually weakened.
　　
He took out a clean white handkerchief in no hurry, wiped it on the sword body, naturally put the handkerchief away, inserted the sword into the scabbard and hung it around his waist, wrapped it from behind, took out the cat face mask and put on the cloak gently Flicked over his shoulders.
　　
For those corpses that fell in a pool of blood, a trace of the power of fate was absorbed by Ace’s brows and vertical eyes, and the fate thread returned to Ace’s vertical eyes. He walked out of the darkness and happened to see the wretched nobleman. The young man took the newly bought aristocratic lady slave and left proudly.
　　
　　 "Before the main drama, it takes a few acts to warm up the unit drama, you are the first one."
　　
　　 The thread of fate has unknowingly entangled Ace with the noble youth, but the noble youth is still unaware.
　　
　　As a nobleman, he certainly cannot come to this dangerous place alone. A carriage, guarded by four swordsmen on horseback, can faintly hear the sobbing and exclamation of the noble lady.
　　
　　 Ace wrapped the fate thread around several people, opened his eyebrows, and whispered softly.
　　
　　 "It is announced that the stage is set, the actors are on stage, and the story is about to begin."
　　
　　 There seemed to be faint music, and the aristocratic youth who was playing with beauties in the carriage could not help but said, "What sound?"
　　
　　 The horse-riding swordsmen outside heard it too. They looked around and replied: "Master Bakar, it seems that someone is playing music? I don't know what instrument it is."
　　
　　 Bakar said dissatisfiedly to the swordsmen: "Go and see who is playing it. It's not fun, it's too disappointing."
　　
　　 When the swordsmen heard the master's words, they didn't dare to neglect, they had a pair of eyes. A swordsman rode forward slowly, and the sound of the music became louder and louder. However, when they arrived, they found no one.
　　
　　 At this moment, the music was suddenly excited. When the swordsman felt that the wind was about to check it out, he suddenly felt a tingling on the back of his neck, and a sharp hard object pierced his neck.
　　
　　 Ace retracted the sword without putting it in its sheath, and lightly stepped on the back of the swordsman with one foot. With the neigh of the horse, he reached the top of the carriage like lightning.
　　
　　 He turned the power of his heart and fire to the tip of the sword, and in the dark night, stars and blue light appeared, drawing a brilliant spark, which spread instantly.
　　
　　 A swordsman yelled "not good", and couldn't dodge, so his body was divided into two halves and he could not survive.
　　
　　The same is true for the other two swordsmen. Ace's actions were too swift, and the move was a killer move. This kind of sword-like aura with burning sparks directly penetrated their armor, causing them to die in two.
　　
　　Bakkar young man poked his head out angrily, and suddenly saw a white cat mask with a lovely smile. He was so frightened that he was about to step back, and suddenly felt severe pain behind his back.
　　
　　 The noble girl who had been sold as a slave had already pulled out her hairpin and inserted it into his chest behind her back.
　　
　　 The girl bit her lip, her exposed dress, with stars and blood under her body, her expression was extremely aggrieved and painful, she exhaled hard, her eyes were absent, her hands trembled slightly.
　　
　　 Ace removed the curtains from the carriage, put it on the girl, hugged the girl in his arms, and said softly: "The nightmare is over, and destiny has knocked the curtain of the drama."
　　
　　 The girl leaned on Ace's chest, looked at his mask and asked softly: "My name is Lisa Mellen, who are you?"
　　
　　 Ace pondered for a moment, and led the girl to jump up. He stepped on the roof tiles like a light wind, and his cloak hunted.
　　
　　 "Call me Mr. Cat, I'm just a fixer of destiny, leading a little bit of destiny in the right direction."
　　
　　 Lisa leaned slightly against Ace's chest, and said with a trembling voice, "Where are we going?"
　　
　　 Ace’s cheap white cat mask is shining in the moonlight, still smiling: "Go to fix your destiny, there will be people stepping on it when the road is uneven."
　　
　　 After finishing the jump, the speed of the jump was a little faster. He had already written down the goals of trading people. Ace's goal was not pure justice, in fact he was running his own image of justice.
　　
　　Because he found that this kind of image can greatly mobilize the thread of fate, his own power of fate is getting stronger and stronger, and there are more and more threads of fate that are related and entangled.
　　
　　 Through the spindle phantom, he got feedback from the power of destiny, and his power increased rapidly.
　　
　　 Ace put Lisa aside, they have come to a roadside lawn, where a group of traded children are chased like sheep.
　　
　　 Ace was as fast as lightning, like a dark thunder, and came to the side of the group in an instant, without any words, the long sword pierced like a snake.
　　
Exciting music sounded, and a few people could not escape and were killed on the spot by Ace, while the others took up weapons to fight Ace. Ace did not leave his hand, he concentrated his heart on the tip of the sword, a little blue glow. Flashing.
　　
　　 slid swiftly, the blue glow turned into a sparkle thread, which expanded quickly, huh!
　　
　　 Everyone found a thread on their chest, and then their body slowly separated. One person grabbed Ace's trousers and asked, "Which force are you from and why are you killing us."
　　
　　 The sound of music gradually disappeared, and the white cat mask with a lovely smile looked at the person holding the trousers and gently kicked him away.
　　
　　 The power of destiny has returned to Ace's eyebrows together with the silk thread, feeling the recovery and rapid growth of power, Ace said:
　　
　　 "My name, Mr. Cat, is the fixer of fate, and your fate is over."
　　
　　 Said that Ace waved the sword like snowflakes and cut off all the ropes on the children. The children were not surprised but looked at Ace, who was shivering with the sword.
　　
　　 If these children are released here, they might be trafficked or turned into beggars in a few days.
　　
　　 Ace beckoned to Lisa, and when Lisa ran over, she said, "I have a friend who lives not far away. You and these kids will go to his temporary residence."
　　
The person Ace said was a weird person he had known while eliminating evil and wealth in the Old Street during this period. As a white cat, Ace had been in the old street for several months, and once saved this weird person. Si observed that this person should be credible.
　　
　　 In the darkness, Ace took Lisa and the children to turn left and right, to a somewhat dilapidated garbage dump, and saw an extremely dilapidated and huge tent.
　　
　　 The sky-shaking snoring sounded from inside, and Ace's long sword was in its sheath, tapping the ground lightly with the sheath, the heart was shaking, strange ripples and music sounded.
　　
　　 The threads of fate have stretched from the center of Ace's eyebrows, quietly connecting Ace, Lisa, the children and the master of the grunt.
　　
　　 "Claire Latin, Claire Latin, hurry up..."
　　
　　 Ace's voice was not loud, but with the ripples coming into the master's ears very clearly, he woke up in a daze, walked out of the tent, and rubbed his eyes.
　　
　　Under the moonlight, Lisa saw this man clearly. She was extremely burly, even lacking in burly. She was at least four meters tall. Lisa covered her mouth and whispered: "Half giant?"
　　
　　 The children also looked terrified, and some even whispered how terrible the giant was.
　　
Ace hung the sword on his waist and stretched out his fist. The half-giant Claire Latin also stretched out his fist and slammed Ace's fist. Haha laughed and said, "It turned out to be Mr. Cat, hahaha, who do I think it is? Who is the little bit?"
　　
Claire Latin’s voice was like a thunderous roar. Everyone present except Ace was a little dizzy, and Ace said gently: "These are some of the poor people I saved. I want to put them in your place for the time being, and wait until the matter is over. Take care."
　　
　　 Claire Latin readily agreed and asked: "What's the matter?"
　　
　　 Ace had already turned around and jumped up, her figure shrank quickly, and only her voice remained: "The order of the old street requires destiny."
　　
　　 Everyone is unknown. Therefore, the children and Lisa looked at Claire Latin in fear, shaking.
　　
　　 Claire Latin touched his head, squatted down and said, "You stay here at ease, I will protect you. Don't be afraid of me, I am really a good person, Mr. Cat has said that I am a good person."
　　
　　……
　　
　　 Ace is still moving quickly, only a small part of the power of destiny he has just harvested has been consumed, and his vitality and heartburn are quickly restored. He stores most of it in the vertical eyes, and it seems that something is brewing.
　　
　　 saw him take off his mask, cover his eyebrows with his right hand, and pull it hard, unexpectedly pulling out a simple scroll from it.
　　
　　 He put on the mask and unrolled the scrolls. The names of the densely populated characters flickered. A sentence, a paragraph of text, seemed to indicate something.
　　
　　 Ace followed his mark and traced the wealthy man who bought Jamila. He put the scroll in his arms, as strong and graceful as a cat in the moonlight.
　　
　　The wealthy name is Walton Neal. He is a well-known businessman in the southern region. His business spans black and white. He is very powerful and uses money to win over a group of strangers who believe in the spirit of nature.
　　
　　 They contracted an inn. Walton's subordinates guarded every corner of the inn loyally, and he himself brought Jamila, who had long lost his strength, to the best room.
　　
　　 Walton held the whip high, with an evil and wretched smile on his lips, and hit Jamila fiercely. The white wedding dress was stained with blood in a flash, and it looked red and enchanting.
　　
　　 "Hey hey, I have played with a lot of women, and there are more pure and strong women like you, but I have never played the knight of the holy light. I will let you today..."
　　
　　 The foul language was gushing out, the whip sounded, and Jamila was already blood red. She clenched her teeth and her face was flushed abnormally.
　　
I want to move but can’t move. If it weren’t for the seed of power to be locked, Jamila would definitely fight this guy. She tried her best to control the bad feelings, and gasped and said,
I’m a glorious knight, if St. Ivan’s Cathedral knew I will let you go."
　　
　　 Walton sneered twice after hearing it.
　　
　　 "Of course I'm afraid of St. Ivan's Cathedral, but will they know? I just have to wait for tomorrow to open the gate and leave Bernada, and no one will find you again.
　　
　　My holy glorious female knight, just accept this destiny that is destined to be defiled. You have been my imprisonment all your life, hahaha..."
　　
　　 More violent whippings hit, and Jamila's beautiful complexion became more and more abnormal. Her body was arched like a prawn, and her tied hands and feet had been rubbed with scars.
　　
　　 She was gradually turning red all over, she seemed extremely painful, and her breathing gradually became a little charming.
　　
　　 Walton got more and more excited, and the foul language continued.
　　
　　 At the same time, Ace also arrived at the hotel. He glanced at the heavily guarded hotel, his eyebrows were straight and round, and he observed the strength of these people.
　　
　　"The one-eyed woman at the back door of the hotel needs to be solved first, and then the man with the sledgehammer in the stable, so that we can get to the top floor room with the strongest power of fate.
　　
　　 There can be no fights in the middle, you must fight quickly! "
　　
　　While thinking, Ace took out the scroll in his arms and wrote something with a quill pen. The threads of fate turned into silver ink and became the script of fate.
　　
　　 In less than a minute, Ace had finished writing the text. He slipped it into his arms, tidied the cloak, held the hilt with his right hand, and whispered: "The first act, begin."
　　
boom!
　　
　　 The extremely rapid bounce attracted the attention of the one-eyed girl behind. She held a long sword and winked at the other guards, just as Ace had rushed forward.
　　
A sword pierced her neck, and the woman quickly set up a long sword and swept away Ace’s thorn. The others wanted to be close to help, but Ace cut her neck in the light of sparks and flint. Up.
　　
　　 The one-eyed girl was shocked when she saw this, her arms were a little numb, feeling that she was not Ace's opponent, and hurriedly fled to the stable, planning to join forces with the strong man in the stable.
　　
　　 Ace smiled, suddenly jumped into the sky, slowly raised the sword in his hand, the blue light leaped at the tip of the sword, turning into a blue semicircle.
　　
　　 Ace waved hard, the arc instantly became bigger and galloped, cutting off the one-eyed woman and the brawny together.
　　
　　 The guards of the hotel have been alarmed. They raised their longbows and short crossbows and shot them at Ace. Ace White Cat’s mask was shiny, and his mouth whispered,
Since it’s the protagonist of the stage, of course it must shine!

　　
　　嗖嗖嗖!
　　
　　 The long sword pierced dozens of times in an instant, each time flashing blue light, the underground guards were killed and injured in an instant, while Ace was running in the air with fire on his toes, and blue ripples appeared under his feet.
　　
　　 stepped on it lightly, and flew up again, avoiding all the arrows, and landed on the top of the hotel, boom!
　　
　　 The ceiling collapsed, and Ace appeared in a room with a smiling white cat, a black cloak, a well-fitted outfit, calfskin boots, a hanging sword at his waist, and a heroic look.
　　
"what!"
　　
A man screamed while holding the quilt~EbookFREE.me~ Ace saw that this man was not that tall, fat, and wealthy. This man was gorgeous, and his figure was a bit enchanting, which reminded Ace of some kind of similarity. Relationship, he stepped forward and knocked the gorgeous man unconscious, and then concentrated on feeling that it was the next door.
　　
　　 Boom!
　　
　　 The wall collapsed, and Ace was shocked again.
　　
　　 The tall and chubby wretched man, the shackled girl in the white gauze skirt, the white skirt soaked with red blood, are so beautiful and moving.
　　
　　 Ace was unconscious, and only the scene with the fringed eyebrows in his eyes, the rich power of destiny, and the large number of fate threads, almost declared that the girl in the white skirt in front of him was absolutely extraordinary.
　　
　　 drew the sword out of its sheath, the azure flames of fire rippling over the entire sword body, Ace's move was a killer move, mercilessly, as fast as thunder.
　　
Although Walton was shocked, he didn't panic. He slapped his chest fiercely, and a cloud of orange light enveloped him. Behind his back was faint and fierce. Instead of retreating, he moved forward, but grabbed Ace's sword with one hand. Body, with the other hand like a tiger attacking the enemy.