Realm of Power

The young man who had just galloped wildly was found dead in the streets in the blink of an eye. People running away in the streets were stunned and looked at all this. These were ordinary citizens in Kyoto who had seen such bloody and exciting scenes. A jumble of screams and panic,

Some of the brave ones gathered around cautiously and pointed at the corpses lying on the street. The corpses of knights and horses lay in a pool of blood. Near them, there were more than thirty corpses of Kyoto spies, leaving shocking bloodstains in the center of the street. The red blood and corpses irritated everyone's eyes.

"Spread out! Spread out! What are you looking at!" Several soldiers dressed as Kyoto City Guards squeezed out from the crowd, waving their hands to drive away the spectators. The streets were crowded with spectators. There was no way to go. When one of the men, dressed as a captain, saw the corpse of the knight lying in the middle of the street, his face turned extremely ugly. He took a few steps back, sat down on the ground and shouted, "Quick! Go and report to the city guard!"

"Sir! It's the Kyoto Castle Guard." Hu Keqili looked at the frightened city guard captain, and slowly lowered his right hand holding the handle of the knife.

The other Samor guards were also divided into three groups, with two in front and four teams on each side, guarding the fat man in the middle. Although the number was small, the murderous aura left on the guards made people around him unconsciously avoid them. open

"Let the people of Kyoto handle it themselves, we have other things to do." The fat man reined in his horse. He said calmly, "To deal with such invisible arrows, the best thing to do is to do nothing." Although the assassination just now was dangerous, Fatty had already seen it. The assassination itself was just a test for himself.

If the opponent really wants to assassinate him, he should find a long and spacious street with few people, so that the war horses can have enough distance to take advantage of the momentum to run, and the impact of the spear can move forward without hesitation and kill with one blow, otherwise the power of the knight's sprint will be greatly reduced.

Like just now, he rushed out of the narrow street where the crowd gathered, and there was already a lot of commotion before he started. What kind of assassination was there. It was basically a farce of framed faults, but unfortunately the truth was revealed at the last moment. The other party did not expect that Hu Keqili would be so brave. He killed three people in a row in a flash of lightning, forcing the other party to panic and run away.

The city guard captain interrogated several people. His eyes kept darting towards the fat man. He stood in the distance with a hesitant expression, his eyes always wandering on the horse under the fat man's crotch.

Although the captain of the city guard did not know the Supor war horse, which was worth thousands of gold, the two-meter-high horse body and the strong body weighing nearly half a ton undoubtedly showed that these were high-quality war horses that were far superior to the Kyoto cavalry.

Kyoto has been in a state of food shortage since the winter cold disaster. Food prices in Kyoto have skyrocketed, almost one price a day. Without enough strength and status, who can have extra food to raise war horses? There are so many high-quality war horses. people. How could he be an ordinary person?

More than a dozen guards were placed around the fat man. Their murderous gazes were more like an invisible wall. Their expressions were cautious. They held the hilts of their swords in their hands. Just looking at their posture, it was obvious that they were all masters.

What's more, the bloodstains and messy corpses on the ground reminded him that these people could cut down the Silver Cross Knight as easily as they could cut up melons and vegetables, and they couldn't cut a small character like him in half.

"Who are they?" He looked at the fat man and a dozen guards with doubtful eyes, trying to find some excuse to excuse himself, and waited for the Lord of Kyoto Castle to arrive. It can be considered as an explanation

Suddenly he noticed a flash of white light on the opponent's mail chest, and a blooming white thorn flower emblem stung his eyes. The captain of the city guard's face suddenly turned pale, and he secretly said bitterly, "This is the thorn flower of the senior knight of Samor." ! They are the guards of Governor Samor! When did these murderous kings come to Beijing! "

After seeing the identity of the fat man and others clearly, the city guards became more and more afraid to move. They only dared to watch the fat man and others go away before wiping off the cold sweat on their heads and letting out a sigh of relief."

The fat man led the cavalry through the East Street, where there were more civilians, and went straight to the Jones family mansion in the east corner of the city. This time the matter was more difficult. It could be said that it was entirely the fat man's own "family matter"

This time the Kyoto Knights Athletic Competition. Not only were all the lords of the kingdom invited, but many families who had lost their territories also received the invitations. Naturally, the Jones family was also invited. Most of the families who received the invitations sent people this time. As a vassal of Samour, the Southern Morns family also sent a special envoy with Fatty's permission. Due to the distance, they would arrive in Kyoto in two days, and the leader was Fatty's other fiancée. Paulan Schiss

"What's this?" The fat man muttered to himself on the horse with a depressed face. One was the fiancée he pursued so hard, and the other was also a very important ally to Samor. Wulun could not abandon either one.

The fat man sighed, "People say that when you start a mess, you end up giving up, but at least you should make a mess yourself first. It's not messy yet, but it's already turned into a pot of paste.

In the blink of an eye, Fatty could already see the red roof of the Jones family's villa emerging from the green pine forest in the distance, getting closer and closer. The fat man turned around the pine forest in front and saw a large open space. Row after row were dozens of newly built warehouses and houses built by the Jones family during the Kyoto Chamber of Commerce. The wood still showed a fresh yellow-brown color, although it was now It is deserted, but it is not difficult to imagine the bustling scene at that time. The roads must have been filled with carriages carrying goods. The entire Kyoto's goods were piled here.

The unique villa of the Jones family is not far away. The two wings of the villa are connected by a high courtyard wall. Behind the wall are two rows of lush purple single pines. There were some lilac trees everywhere extending their early spring flower branches into the courtyard. The spring scenery was full of beauty, but the door of the villa was closed. The fat man stopped his horse at the door and gave it a gentle push with both hands. The iron gate creaked, revealing a crack. Through this crack, you can see the newly grown grass everywhere in the courtyard, like a soft green blanket.

On the milky-white front hall windows, clusters of dense green leaves fill the two sides of the front hall with a green shimmer. The two tall open doors let in the spring sunshine.

The round flower bed in the garden is still spouting crystal water, sparkling in the sun. A pretty figure is sitting quietly in the pavilion in the front courtyard, looking down at a book. The lazy and pretty figure makes the fat man calm. I got a little excited,

"Jones Nelly!" The fat man was secretly happy, and asked the guard behind him to stop at the entrance of the courtyard. He quietly entered through the crack of the door alone, walking over lightly and silently, wanting to surprise Jones Nelly.

The longer the distance, the more beautiful Jones's silky hair seemed to be only within reach. The fat man's outstretched hand suddenly stopped in mid-air. The fat man, who never panicked when facing thousands of troops, now had a look of panic on his face, and his heart skipped a beat.

"No! The woman in front of me is not Jones Nelly."

Although there doesn't seem to be much difference from the back, the same beauty, the same elegance, but based on Fatty's understanding of Jones Nelly, Jones Nelly's hair is not scented, but has a natural light body fragrance.

But the wind that hit his face just now was obviously mixed with the scent of Rongli flowers. Realizing that he had recognized the wrong person, the fat man took a few steps back in a panic, and stepped on the green weeds, making a subtle "swish" sound. Voice

"Who are you?" The girl turned her head in surprise, staring at the fat man with a pair of big, watery eyes. Her voice was like an oriole coming out of the valley, but with an arrogance that would repel people thousands of miles away. She was slightly younger than Jones Nelly, with a slight smile on her lips. Upturned, the light that penetrated the courtyard shone on the side of her face, outlining a beautiful profile. The beauty was so picturesque that the fat man was stunned for a moment.

"Haha, where are you from?" The girl looked at the fat man up and down. Seeing the fat man's reserved and awkward look, he laughed out loud. The sunlight came in from the corner of the courtyard and shone on the girl's long aqua dress with gold embroidery. The golden light revealed her sacred and noble temperament.

Facing the confused look in the girl's eyes, the fat man felt his heart beating unsatisfactorily. He was at a loss for a moment and quickly apologized, "I'm sorry, I thought you were the mistress of this mansion.

"Haha, you are such a good person!" The girl smiled playfully, and slowly closed the book in her hands with her delicate hands. Slender Qianqian stood up and said, "You are not the first to come to see Sister Jones. Unfortunately, you will be disappointed. The Jones family has returned to the Northern Territory, and this place is temporarily under the care of our Duke Duacli family."

"The family of the Duke of Duacry!" The fat man's face suddenly became uncertain, as if he had stepped on a hibernating snake on the roadside. That was the family of the fat man's mother. Strictly speaking, Fatty still has a certain blood connection with the Duke Duacli family.

But two of the three sons of the old Duke Duacli died in the war between the Kugits in the north. The Marquis of Duacli

In the final battle of Hupor-Laban. Not only did he die tragically under his own sword, but even the 10,000 family guards were dispersed.

In a sense, without the heir to the title and without strong military protection, the Duke of Duacli family can be said to have been abolished by himself. After the old Duke's death, even whether the family territory and title can be retained is a big question. question. The future of the family's decline is clearly visible

This was like an insurmountable barrier, which made the fat man unwilling to face the Duke of Duacli family who was most closely related to him in Kyoto. Unexpectedly, after hiding here and there, he still ran into them here.

The fat man's first thought was to run away immediately. However, under the attention of the naughty girl, she really couldn't move her feet, so she could only sneer and step back, "Since Miss Jones Nelly is not here, I'll come back another day!"

"Who are you?" A loud screeching sound came from outside the gate, followed by a burst of metal collisions and screams. A Samor guard nervously pushed open the iron door and shouted, "Sir, be careful! There is an assassin." !”

"Death to the Butcher of Samor!" Several shouts came from the east side. Three black shadows were wrapped in the wind and rushed down from the low wall on the edge. Three knight swords with cold light pierced the air first, bringing There was a violent whistling sound,

"Seeking death!" Fatty shouted with a cold face. A sharp silver snake popped out from the fat man's waist, drawing a strange sword light and hitting the three sword shadows, "Lock, lock, lock!" The fat man's figure was like a shadow, and the dexterous soft sword turned into dots of cold stars. A strange pulling force caused the opponent's three swords to collide violently.

The other party didn't expect that Fatty's movement skills would be so agile, and the strange soft sword was even more unpredictable. Not to mention that he had never seen it, he had never heard of it.

"Death!" The fat man shouted loudly, and the sword in his hand suddenly became powerful. The stormy sword star almost blinded the eyes of the three sneak attackers.

The sword light revealed, "Ah" a sneak attacker covered his throat where blood was pouring out, and fell down with a look of disbelief on his face,

The other two people didn't expect Fatty to be so strong. Looking at their companions who howled and fell down, they both looked at each other in fear and wanted to turn around and run away. But the tracks of Fatty’s soft sword were intertwined,

Not to mention drawing the sword and turning around, even if you want to resist, it is already too weak.

"Lord Protector" Not far away, Hu Keqili rushed in with his guards in a panic. One person's thigh was cut off by the fat man, and blood spurted out wildly. The severed limb flew far away, letting out a miserable howl and rolling to the ground. The remaining person turned around and saw that the situation was not good. He took a blow from the fat man on his arm and tried to escape by climbing up the low wall.

"Bang!" Several short crossbow arrows shot through him from behind, and he was stabbed from the back to the core. Shaking and falling from the wall. "Catch him!" The fat man pointed at the unconscious assassin with a cold face, bent down and turned around, showing an aristocratic demeanor, and apologized to the frightened girl with pale face.

"I'm so sorry. I can't stop swatting away these annoying flies. I offended you just now. I will go to the Duke of Duacli's family in person to apologize some other time!"

"You." The girl looked at the fat man with a hesitant expression. She was so frightened that she could not move or speak at all. The beautiful Bai Zhe's face was horribly white. The girl could not imagine that the fat man who looked stupid just now turned into a man in an instant. A powerful warrior who kills without blinking an eye, the unbelievable life-and-death fight just now was like in a dream. Before he could react, a group of murderous warriors poured in from the iron gate and dragged the body out of the villa.

Powerful, mysterious, and slightly naive, this enigmatic man broke into her silent heart like a sharp flash of light. Just when she was about to ask the fat man his name, the fat man had already strode out of the door.

Walking out of the villa gate, the fat man saw three war horses twitching and lying in a pool of blood, as well as two guards with injured arms and blood stains oozing from their mails. Hu Keqili said with an embarrassed expression, "The three assassins just came from behind at the same time." He galloped and made a sneak attack, wounding two of our brothers, and then jumped over the low wall on horseback. Please punish me if you fail to protect my subordinates."

"Forget it, two assassinations a day, these assassins are really getting more and more arrogant!" Fatty said calmly. The edge of the sword flashed, and the soft sword was retracted from the waist and told Hu Keqili, "Send the Guards to the capital immediately. Send someone to contact the Undercover...Second and Second Branch, what did they do? Tell them, if the ring encounters once Li Sha, the terms of cooperation that we, Samor, agreed to this year are now void!"

Hu Keqili nodded repeatedly and said, "My lord, it is absolutely true that Kyoto belongs to the central part of the kingdom. From the sphere of influence, it is exactly the business scope of the assassins. With assassinations like this one after another, if the assassins did not receive any news, it would not be possible at all. Impossible, you have to hire these professionals to deal with threats from the dark side!”

The black clouds were thick and silvery lightning flashed across the sky. The wet night rain in early spring mixed with the cold wind hit the faces of passers-by, and large drops fell on the stone slabs of the Zhuodu road, turning into little white sprays.

Isa Moriel opened the carriage window with a calm face. The moist vapor brought a refreshing feeling. The scenery of Kyoto outside was very different from the scene when she came to Beijing as a child. Although the exquisite decoration of the streets still existed, washed away by the rain. It is bright, revealing dark cyan or milky white stone. But the scene of huge crowds and busy traffic no longer exists.

There are almost no horse-drawn carriages on the streets. Passers-by were also in a hurry, looking around with hesitant eyes, as if there were ferocious beasts in the dark night that chose people to eat.

Isa Moriel knows that food is tight in Kyoto now, and almost no one in a big family can raise horses. Since the assassination of the Southern Governor three days ago, the situation in Kyoto has become more and more complicated, and the situation of assassinations by various forces has reached a level The scary stage.

Not only was Fatty assassinated twice that day, but members of the Northern Stian family and the Western Lords Alliance were also attacked. This assassin of unknown origin caused a bloody storm in the entire Kyoto.

But all the forces had casualties. The situation in Kyoto has become even more bizarre and bloody. However, in just a few days, more than a dozen outsiders have died in assassinations. All major families in Kyoto have issued a ban, strictly prohibiting family members from taking to the streets at will to avoid causing harm to Chiyu.

According to the intelligence from the assassination branch, this group of assassins does not seem to be a local force in Kyoto, because the local forces have received warnings from the families behind them. In this complicated situation, no one dares to intervene in the competition between these major external forces. , let alone come forward at this time, it is obvious that someone is preparing to muddy the water and get the real target from it

The carriage turned into the area of ​​the Southern Governor's Mansion on the east side. Isaac saw that several checkpoints had been set up at the street intersections on both sides, and fully armed patrols of the Samor Guards were constantly walking back and forth.

Several high-rise three-story mansions at the street entrance were converted into temporary arrow towers, and the figures of the Samor crossbowmen disappeared and appeared in the firelight. The whole street is completely surrounded by a military camp layout.

After checking the carriage's pass, the carriage drove into the street, and there were more and more people. The road was brightly lit, and there were Samorian soldiers in mail armor everywhere. The mail armor and spears shone coldly in the dark night. On both sides of the place, Vacant shops. All have been transformed into military barracks.

"Bata" the carriage stopped at the door of the Governor's Palace. Hu Keqili, who had been waiting for a long time, opened the door of the carriage and gave a military salute to Isa Moriel who stepped out of the car. He said loudly, "Captain Isa Moriel! Can you?" My lord will be very happy to see you in Kyoto."

The top management of the Backstabbers who received the letter from Fatty quickly responded. The funds provided by Summer were the most stable big deal for the Backstabbers. How could the Backstabbers dare to be careless? They immediately dispatched a killer team headed by Isa Moriel. ,

Because when she was in the coalition, Isamohor not only served as Fatty's guard captain, but her tyrannical strength was also recognized by everyone. The title of "Female Killer Goddess" was prestigious in the Tire territory, even among the Governor of Samor Above all, she can stop even a child from crying, so Hu Keqili and the guards are more accustomed to still calling her captain.

Isa Moriel was as indifferent as ever, nodded to Hu Keqili, and asked, "What has the damn fat guy been doing recently? Why does this place look like a big barracks?"

Hu Keqili nodded and heard Isa Moriel calling Fatty Fatty, with an expression that she wanted to laugh but dare not laugh. Now in the Samor Army, this woman is the only one who dares to call you this. The revenge for killing her father and the love of protecting her. , this woman has a relationship that can’t be sorted out by adults, and it makes people have a headache just thinking about it.

Hu Keqili introduced the situation in Kyoto as he walked, "The captain doesn't know. Kyoto has been like this recently, and your Excellency is also worried about the recent chaotic situation in Kyoto. Today during the day, His Majesty the King's newly appointed lord of northern Satu County, Stianku The son of the Duke of Cy, Baron Stian Tuxa was ambushed by assassins when he left the palace. Although there was no danger to his life, he was assassinated. An arm was injured. The most disgusting thing was that the assassin suddenly shouted your name. This was the fourth time someone poured dirty water on Samour's head. The previous times were fine, but this time it was different. The Tian family is convinced that this assassination was initiated! Even the royal family sent an inquisitor, think about the inquisitor’s disgusting face, it’s really unlucky!”

While they were talking, the two of them had already arrived at the hall of the mansion. They heard tapping footsteps coming from the steps of the front hall. The fat man raised his head from the desk and saw the pretty figure of Isa Moriel walking in. He quickly stood up to greet her, his face full of joy. road

"My aunt, please come, the knight competition in Kyoto will only start in four days. If you don't come, I will almost die of suffocation!" Isa Moriji saw the fat man's embarrassment and indifference. There was finally a hint of warmth on his face, but his mouth was still harsh, "What? Is the mighty Vekia Falcon still afraid of a few assassins?"

"I'm not afraid of assassins. At least twenty or thirty people have died in our hands, but these people still come around like flies that can't be driven away." The fat man shook his head and said with a wry smile, "The other party is also really powerful, not only It’s difficult for us to move due to the harassment, and this clumsy way of stalking me has forced me to put down many things in Kyoto. It’s really a headache.”

"Haha, you are inviting the right person by inviting me here." Isa Moriel sneered, unceremoniously lifted the gin wine on the fat man's desk, took a sip with her dark red lips, and let the smell of the hot wine dissipate from her body. After a while, he said coldly, "The tactic you mentioned is called blood siege in our dark world. It is usually only used when the opponent is very strong and unable to complete the assassination mission, or to confuse the situation first.

This method of sending out small teams to constantly harass the opponent is meaningless in terms of killing the target. Limiting the target's range of action is the real purpose of blood siege. I believe you have already experienced the pain of this stupid method."