Realm of Power

When I came out of the room, the rain outside showed no signs of stopping.

The fat man stood in the corridor on the fourth floor, took a deep breath, and looked at the brightly lit red light district. He glanced at the pale-faced woman next to him who was still in a daze, and said in a deep voice.

"As an assassin, don't you have anything to explain to me?"

Feilin was so chilled by this sight that she suddenly had the terrible feeling that everything was being seen through by His Majesty the Falcon. In a panic, she knelt down in front of the fat man with her legs, lowered her head, and said with a trembling voice.

"Your Majesty... Your Majesty, I really don't have any ill intentions! I just didn't expect to meet Your Majesty here, so I just made an impromptu decision..."

"I'm not interested in explanations. Tell me, was that woman named Angie Luo arranged by you?" The fat man's gaze was like a sword, his face was cold, and his dignified aura as the ruler of the empire immediately made Feilin feel breathless. nervous,

"No, Anji Erou is the mistress of the leader of the Dark Forest, a local force in this area. The red light district can also be regarded as the sphere of influence of the Dark Forest. It and the attic area controlled by the Dark Thorn do not infringe each other on the surface, but secretly they always want to suppress it. A secret stab!" Feilin shook her head with a solemn expression, a chill flashed across her pretty face and said slowly, "It must be that what His Majesty showed was too conspicuous tonight, so this woman couldn't help but come forward in the end. Normally, she won’t mess with us.”

"I hope what you said is true. I don't like being plotted by others. If it is found out afterwards, you should know the consequences!" The fat man nodded silently. "This time something unexpected happened to cause such a disturbance! But this time Forget it! I'm curious now, when did the assassin become so easy to talk to? Within the scope of the empire, if the other party knows that you are the assassin and still dares to be so arrogant, is it because your own style of doing things is too weak, or is it something else? question?"

"This!" Feilin knelt on the ground with a strange expression. He didn't dare to look up at the fat man's face, he seemed to have made some kind of determination. White shell-like teeth bit her plump and attractive lips tightly, and said, "I don't dare to comment at will, but the upper management of the organization has indeed changed after the big boss retired. If these local forces don't surrender, they will definitely send out secret groups to uproot them! Only in this way can these local snakes be deterred."

Feilin's voice stopped, and she glanced at the fat man quietly, and found that there was nothing strange. Only then did he have the courage to continue, "Historical style has softened a lot since the young master took charge. The young master promoted many of his confidants, but most of them are newcomers without much experience and have not experienced the early stages of the organization. During the bloody fighting during the expansion, I didn't know that the people in charge at the lowest level needed strong protection. They were more dictating things above, completely ignoring the plight of the people below. Compared with frightening Xiao Xiao, the young master was more willing to sell information to obtain a large amount of income. "

"In fact, Feilin used to be a secret team responsible for assassinations, and is now placed in a place like this by the organization to collect intelligence. The number of secret team members who used to be the largest has shrunk significantly, and the intelligence team has gradually taken control of the overall situation. So much so that in Ikadiva In addition, the bloody reputation of my assassination can no longer deter these local forces." Who is the top person in charge of the assassination in the Obaro region? "The fat man looked at Feilin, and the coldness in his tone was like the early winter rain falling outside.

"It's Miss Carlo Bisana. It is said that she is a confidant who has accompanied the young master since childhood! She is only 17 years old this year and has never been responsible for other affairs in Ikadiva!"

Feilin's body trembled slightly and her eyes flickered as she replied, "This lady has never seen blood. She really disagrees with her style. She believes that the Dark Assassin has just entered the southwest and should not cause too much confrontation among various local forces." Emotions are mainly based on negotiation!”

"Negotiation? Are you kidding? When did the secret thorn in charge of the dark forces of the empire become a subject of negotiation!" A trace of anger flashed across the fat man's face, and he clenched his hands heavily on the wooden fence of the corridor in front of him. The plank was torn off by the angry fat man.

"It is inevitable for an emperor to have his own courtiers!"

"With the big head of the Secret Assassin retiring and the younger master taking the throne, some personnel changes are inevitable, but the Secret Assassin is the Secret Assassin, and this is really putting the cart before the horse! It seems that it is time for the Secret Assassin to make some adjustments!"

The fat man snorted with dissatisfaction. No wonder the last time there was civil strife in the southwest, the Gallic Guards broke into the capital of the southwest and killed Mephilins in one fell swoop. He didn't even hear anything about it in advance. It turned out that the secret assassination in the southwest was already similar to Deaf and mute!

"What Your Majesty is saying is that Feilin also believes that the current Dark Thorn has deviated somewhat from the direction it should have!"

Feilin showed a touch of sadness on her face, curled her lips and said, "Actually, there are many people who think like Feilin among the lower-level people in charge of the Undercover. Everyone thinks that the Undercover is a sharp blade for His Majesty to control the underground forces. Shun Chang Ni's death is the style of Dark Thorn. Dark Thorn is the shadow of the empire. Those who are dissatisfied with the empire will be eliminated. This is the value of Dark Thorn. If this dark dagger loses its due sharpness, it will only be for Your Majesty. , and lose the meaning of existence! "

"You're right. Shunchang Niannian, especially in the southwest, must not allow any mistakes!" The fat man nodded and stared at Feilin. It is undeniable that Feilin's beauty is secondary, mainly because of Feilin's Dark Thorn's understanding was very much recognized by Fatty.

"Sinnan, you will be responsible from now on!" The fat man looked at Feilin who was kneeling in front of him with sharp eyes and said in a cold tone.

"Me?" Feilin's soft body shook violently, and her pretty face lifted up, revealing uncontrollable ecstasy. This result was somewhat beyond her expectations. She just wanted to drag His Majesty Falcon into this whirlpool, and with the help of His Majesty's Strength, expressed some dissatisfaction with the current assassination, but unexpectedly, His Majesty Falcon chose the most direct method, directly replacing the person in charge of the Southwest District!

"Yes, it's you, Feilin, the person in charge of the Southwest District!" The fat man said with a calm expression and bright eyes, "Starting tonight! The Dark Thorns have begun to take over the Southwest. Are there any difficulties?"

"My subordinates are short of manpower. Although there is an appointment from His Majesty, not to mention taking over the southwest in a short time, even dealing with those people tonight, I am afraid..." Feilin's happy smile solidified. For a moment, a trace of embarrassment flashed across her face. She was just the person in charge of a small area. Even if there is an appointment, it will only take effect later. His Majesty Falcon wants to start tonight. She also feels very embarrassed. Obviously, if you can't even control the people outside, there is no talk of taking over the Southwest District. His Majesty is very concerned about this. The test questions are quite weighty!

"Take this! Find Dostelenko and the Southwest Governor's Mansion, people, weapons and troops. They will fully cooperate with you. I will give you fifteen days. I want a "calm" Southwest District! You can Can you do it?”

The fat man waved his hand, interrupted Feilin's words, took off a falcon ring from his right hand, and threw it to the extremely respectful Feilin. This woman was not bad, so he spoke. The title has changed from childhood to subordinate. Fatty has always been more generous to smart people who know what to do, and has completely swept through the Southwest District. It is necessary to rely on the power of the military to be able to improvise and drag oneself into the vortex of this secret internal struggle.

"It's a bit of a trick! The fat man sighed. He looked at the street lights in the distance and suddenly said, "It's cold tonight, so be careful if you go out! I don’t want the newly appointed head of the Southwest Region to only serve for one night.”

"My subordinate understands!"

Feline shuddered. She stood up and carefully took the ring with the falcon emblem, bent down and walked back to the turning point of the corridor steps. Only then did she dare to straighten up and take a deep breath. In her excited eyes, the hunter His Majesty the Eagle stood with his hands behind his back, standing in the distance staring at the back of the light. In a dark and indescribable light, he was like a god watching all the living beings below.

"Your Majesty, Feilin can guarantee that your Majesty will not be disappointed tonight!" Feilin murmured in a low voice, her fingers tightly holding the falcon crest ring in her hand, and a trace of ferocious killing intent flashed across her face. For a long time, there was no such thing. Take action!

In the concierge on the first floor, Feilin was wearing a long white dress and found the Imperial Navy Minister Dostelenko who was warming the fire in the room. This feminine-looking imperial minister was sitting on a simple armchair with a kind expression. He was chatting with the old servant in the janitor's room. If they didn't know his identity, no one would have thought that this young man, who was less than thirty years old, was the commander of the empire's powerful fleet and the actual controller of several sea areas.

As the reputation of the Imperial Navy grows, Dostronkai has been affectionately called the "Imperial Sea Whale" by the Falconers in private.

"grown ups!"

Feilin gently opened the door, and the old servant inside immediately stood up. Dostelenko looked at her with some surprise. Didn't His Majesty Falcon just say that he wanted to sleep with this woman? How did you get here?

"Biaco, can you go out for a moment? I have something to discuss with this gentleman!" Feilin said to the old servant. The old servant walked out consciously and closed the door from the outside. The atmosphere inside suddenly became a little solemn.

"Miss Felin, what are you doing?" Dostelenko looked at her with confusion.

"I need to use the help of adults to do something," Feilin said with a serious face.

"My power? Miss Felin is so good at joking. I am an ordinary person, what kind of power can I have!" Dostelenko smiled sarcastically, spread his palms, and shrugged.

"This is what your Majesty means! Lord Dostelenko, the Imperial Navy Minister, he said you can help me!" Feilin spoke softly, as if she already knew that Dostelenko would say this, and stretched out her white hand , spread out five fingers in front of Dustronkai, and a falcon heraldry ring inlaid with gold was in the palm of his hand.

Dostelenko's laughter suddenly stopped, his eyes were fixed on Feilin's palm, he stopped smiling, his face turned serious and said, "I'm really sorry, I was a little too reckless just now, since it is His Majesty's ring in the name of Falcon. , tell me, what kind of help does Miss need? As long as I can do it, it’s not a problem.”

"I need some manpower!" Feilin said frankly. "To be precise, I want the command of the team directly under the Navy five miles away."

"What do you want them to do? They are not ordinary local troops!" Dostelenko hesitated for a moment.

"According to what I know, the navy team is the elite directly under your lord. Many of them are even from the original Central Army of the Empire! They are all veterans who have truly participated in the Unification War." Feilin said with a sincere expression. "Please sir, can you Help me, and Feilin will repay your generosity later!"

"Okay, I can issue an order to this squadron now!" Dostelenko picked up the pen and paper on the table with some confusion, wrote an order, and then stamped it with his own He handed the seal to Feilin who was waiting and said curiously, "They are real soldiers, so please be careful. Also, how do your people get out? The outside has been sealed off!"

"They have no restrictions on my people. They only care about His Majesty and Your Excellency!" Feilin took the order, glanced at it, and said with a half-smile, "But starting tonight, they will know what they are." Something that should be respected!”

The night wind was cold, and the raindrops hit the tiles above my head, turning into white raindrops.

Dressed in white clothes and a thick cloak, Feilin got off the carriage and obviously didn't care anymore. She had slender and charming eyes. I glanced at the attic in front of me with strange emotions. This attic had no lights and was very shabby. It was so dark that I couldn't see what was going on inside. I opened the door and saw a small courtyard inside. The wind was blowing in my face and blowing. Feilin’s long purple hair,

"Lord Anle. Feilin needs to see you for something!" Feilin stopped at the door, put down the hood on her head, and let the light on the door illuminate her delicate face.

"Feilin? What are you doing here?" An ordinary-looking middle-aged man wearing linen clothes. He staggered out from the attic, with a bit of lost drunkenness on his face. He flapped his nose, as if he was sniffing something.

"Lord Anle!" Feilin bowed respectfully. He said slowly, "Feilin is already the person in charge of the secret assassination in the Southwest District. This time she came specifically to ask the secret team to take action!"

"Are you kidding? Isn't the person in charge of the assassination in the Southwest District Miss Skebe? Feline. What on earth do you want to do?"

The middle-aged man smiled disdainfully, but soon his body trembled, and the drunkenness on his face turned into a sharp edge that made people dare not look directly at him.

Being able to become the head of the secret team responsible for assassinations in the Southwest District is an extremely terrifying master. He just felt something was wrong. At this moment, he looked at Feilin in front of him with sharp eyes. He seemed to feel something, and his eyes quickly turned to Outside the door behind Feilin, a look of horror suddenly appeared on his face, and a row of black shadows came into his eyes.

It's the Imperial Cavalry!

The middle-aged man's face looked a little ugly. As an assassin who worked closely with the military, he couldn't see the group of cavalry in black armor outside the door. They were all real elites. In such a cold night, there was no one. There was a cold expression on the face of the cavalry. Only the white cold air from the war horses and the solemn aura formed by hundreds of cavalry made even the leader of the secret team tremble in his heart. Yes, he is a master, but it does not mean that he is a master. Able to physically resist the stranglehold of the military's heavy cavalry.

"Felin, are you colluding with the army and want to fight against the organization?"

The middle-aged man said with a pale face, "You have to know that His Majesty Falcon is behind the organization. The army can't protect you. Stop now before this matter gets bigger! I will treat it as if there is nothing tonight." Happened!"

"Lord Anle, you are mistaken. What I flatter is His Majesty's order!" Feilin smiled slightly, raised the corners of her beautiful eyes, raised the falcon ring in her hand, and faced the horrified middle-aged man.

"This is not a rebellion, Anle. Aren't you always dissatisfied with the changes in the organization? Now His Majesty Falcon requires me to wipe out the southwest forces within half a month. Are you willing to help me!"

"It's His Majesty's ring in the name of Falcon!"

The middle-aged man stared blankly at the heraldic ring in Feilin's hand. Without any hesitation, he suddenly knelt on the ground and said loudly, "Anle pays homage to Miss Feilin! From tonight on, Anle and all the dark southwestern The group is willing to be under the leadership of Miss Feilin! "

"Get up, Lord Anle!" Feilin smiled with a smile on her face, and the stone in her heart finally fell. The dark group has always been a place where assassin masters gather, and the joining of Anle, the leader of the dark group, is enough to determine the fate of the dark group in the southwest. The replacement of thorns.

Walking over to help the middle-aged man up, Feilin began to make arrangements. Based on her detailed understanding of the forces in the red light district, with the dark group as the vanguard, a team consisting of 150 imperial cavalry and 300 imperial heavy crossbowmen moved in. red light district

On the empty streets of the red light district, some gangsters were warming up over a bonfire, teasing each other and telling all kinds of dirty jokes. No one noticed that groups of men in black were orderly climbing over the wall from a corner of the red light district. and enter, The leader was the middle-aged man named Anle. He was as agile as a civet cat. After landing, he bent forward and ran forward. He picked up a short crossbow and fired suddenly. The arrow cluster brought up a white line and killed him directly. He caught a secret sentry in front,

"Whoosh!"

Almost at the same time, almost all of the dozen gangsters who were still blocking the street intersection were shot through the head with more than two crossbow arrows to ensure that they died silently and were unable to make any struggle before death.

"kill!"

At the same time, the secret team attacked the strongholds of some small forces in the neighborhood, climbing over the wall all the way in. The force was overwhelming. The local forces who were caught off guard were slaughtered as if they were being harvested while they were still sleeping.

The Dark Assassin is indeed the organization that is best at assassination. Although the number of the Dark Assassin is not large, their martial arts are very powerful and their coordination is fierce.

The close encounters between soldiers in a small area all passed in an instant, creating a situation where the majority bullied the minority. Two or three short swords rushed in, and short crossbows made insidious sneak attacks.

In less than an hour, some small forces in the neighborhood were all killed.

The middle-aged man stood on the roof of an attic, with a stern look in his eyes, and took out a refined crossbow arrow from the quiver behind his back.

A local powerful man held up his trousers and walked out of the darkness in the corner after taking off his hands. Suddenly he felt the surroundings were unusually quiet. When he turned his head, there was a slight sound of arrows piercing the air, and then he saw To the bloody scene,

More than a dozen companions who had just been teasing and laughing were lying in a pool of blood with arrows all over their bodies. Several short swords pierced his abdomen from the side at the same time. As soon as he opened his mouth, an arrow shot into his forehead (To be continued..)