Chapter 174 Yeats is the Son of the Dark Night?
Assassination is an essential part of medieval banquets and must be enjoyed.
Such thoughts flashed through Yeats's mind.
In the flash of lightning, the sharp hidden sword flashed with cold light and stabbed Princess Celine in the back of her neck.
Yeats's reminder was half a beat too slow. Through the cold eyes of the maid, it seemed that he had already seen the scene of blood blooming like roses.
At the critical moment, Princess Celine tightly grasped the crescent mace handed back by Yeats, and her eyes flashed with a calm glimmer.
Through Yeats's eyes, she saw the assassin's figure reflected.
So, Celine pushed Yeats onto the sofa, avoiding the fatal stabbing.
Her breath and fragrance fell on Yeats's face, and he took a deep look.
“I’m in a panic.” Yeats complained in a hurry.
"Lie down and don't move."
Celine gave a brief instruction and quickly stood up.
Immediately afterwards, she held the mace and swung it in a large arc, and with the bright burning moonfire, she hammered the assassin.
Although the mace is powerful, it lacks flexibility.
The assassin quickly dodged with quick steps, and three clones appeared in the blink of an eye.
Two clones attacked Celine, and the other attacked Yeats!
This was not an occasion where one could lie still. Yeats rolled off the sofa. Since he had no weapons, he could only face the enemy with his bare hands.
Yeats's eyes flashed, and he was immediately startled as he released the spell of 'analyzing the opponent'.
The one coming for me turned out to be the true form of the assassin!
“You have a way to die!”
Yeats cursed loudly, and the insults made the assassin stunned for a moment, and his fists ignited the white and silver fighting spirit bred by the knight of the second ring.
With the blessing of the Bull Breathing Technique, Yeats' silver fighting spirit became darker in color and its endurance was even more outstanding. The Moonlight Breathing Technique, which he had recently studied, gave the outer layer of the fighting spirit a dim silver glow. .
This punch was delivered with a jab, whizzing towards him, exploding with wind and thunder.
Bang! Bang!
The assassin forcibly withstood Yeats's jab. Unexpectedly, the punch was so powerful. He coughed and stabbed Yeats's chest with his hidden sword.
Yeats's back was covered with cold sweat. He thought the assassin was coming for Celine, but he didn't expect that I was her real target? !
All escape routes are blocked.
This sword is inevitable.
Yeats felt a cold suffocation envelope him, and at the critical moment, his eyes lit up with a deep purple light.
The talent given by the God of Mists, the Eye of Thousand Illusions.
The eyes of the assassin made her hesitate for a moment.
Yeats immediately issued a suggestion and asked her to drop the hidden sword in her hand.
However, due to the disparity in strength, the control of the illusion did not fully work!
呲~
The dagger did not hit the vital point, but cut through Yeats's sleeve, opening a long and narrow wound on his arm, and blood spattered.
Yeats's face quickly turned blue and he let out a breath of cold air.
The maid's eyes regained clarity, a trace of surprise flashed across her eyes, and she quickly retreated to avoid Princess Celine's whizzing mace.
Celine has already dealt with the other two clones and is protecting the injured Yeats, with a cold look in her eyes:
"Who placed you next to me?"
The maid tried to get around Celine, and stabbed Yeats with daggers like a shower, but the attack was completely blocked by Celine, who held a mace in one hand and cast the moon shield spell in the other.
"The dagger is quenched with poison." The assassin said coldly, "If you put down your resistance now, you might have a chance to save him."
Now that the assassin has taken action, it is impossible to stop negotiating with Celine. Therefore, her words are nothing more than used to interfere with Celine's judgment.
"No need."
Yeats' complexion returned to normal and he found that the poison was quickly absorbed by himself.
I have the talent ‘Poison Master’ given by the goddess of the night, which can resist most poisons!
"I'm fine now." Yeats said calmly.
Celine and the assassin were startled at the same time.
The assassin was in disbelief, and was even more surprised than Celine.
She knew the origin of the poison and that there was no cure except the antidote in her hand, but why did he act like a normal person after being poisoned?
When the assassin was shaken, the stalemate with Princess Celine was broken, and the situation fell into a disadvantage. Celine finally seized the opportunity and shot her head with a mace.
Bang!
The side hall was in a mess.
Yeats took a breath, held his arms, fell on the sofa, and looked at Princess Celine.
Princess Celine was panting, brushing a strand of hair from her forehead, looking at Yeats, hesitating for a moment, and said: "This mace... do you still want it?"
Yeats: "..."
After all, it’s an enchanted weapon, and it’s worth a lot of money, so how could you not use it!
The sound of broken vases in the side hall attracted the attention of everyone in the hall.
From the assassin's attack to his execution, it only took a minute.
Duke Vic led his guards to the side hall. When he learned that Celine and Yeats had been attacked, he was furious and vowed to find the mastermind behind the attack and give them an explanation.
While using the spell ‘Moon Healing’ to heal Yeats’ wounds, Celine gave her speculation:
"I think this must be an assassin from the Dark Night Sect."
As a saint of the Moonlight Temple, Princess Celine is a thorn in the side of the Dark Night Sect.
During her visits to various countries, she has encountered many assassinations. The assassins were all from the Assassin's Alliance under the Dark Night Sect.
However, this assassination involved Yeats and even injured him.
Celine felt guilty and became gentler when treating Yeats.
Due to the talent of the 'Poison Master', Yeats only suffered some external injuries and quickly recovered under the treatment of the Moonlight Saint.
But.
Yeats couldn't tell for a while whether the assassin was coming for him or whether he was implicated by Princess Celine because of his bad luck.
The gloomy face of Lothair appeared in front of his eyes, and Yeats fell into thinking.
“Could it be the assassin sent by him?”
"But Lothair tried to make friends with the Moonlight Church, so how could he try to assassinate Princess Celine?"
"Rumors say that Lothair was involved in a crown prince dispute with his brother, and he was fawning over Princess Celine. , just to get help to ascend to the throne."
Yeats frowned slightly: "It is also possible that he was betting on both ends. Seeing that there was no hope of obtaining the support of the Moonlight Church, he turned to the support of the Dark Night Sect... ..."
No matter what the truth was, Yeats was no longer in the mood and continued to stay at the banquet.
He said goodbye to Duke Vic and prepared to return to the palace.
With Teacher Megan staying temporarily in the palace, it will obviously be much safer.
Before leaving, Princess Celine put the cleaned crescent mace into a box and gave it to Yeats.
Yeats had seen the power of this mace, which could be described as a sharp weapon, and he solemnly put it into his space bag.
“Add a ‘whirl’ enchantment to the mace another day.”
Yeats secretly thought: “A plus one for the whirling weapon that Gray can use!”
Out of apology, Princess Celine gave Yeats an extra bottle of moonfire potion as a thank you and compensation to him, in addition to what she had promised in advance.
"Baron Yeats, why not take my carriage and I will take you back to the palace." Princess Celine suggested.
The person behind the incident is still unclear and needs further investigation.
Staying with Princess Celine makes it easier to get involved in an assassination.
Yeats declined her kindness and took a carriage back to the palace under the protection of Duke Vic's men, preparing to continue practicing moonlight fighting spirit with the help of moonfire potion.
"On the night of the lunar eclipse, the goddess of magic once calmed down the fight between the goddess of moonlight and the goddess of night. With the bad temper of the goddess of night, she will definitely not give up."
On the carriage, Yeats smelled a hint of mountain. He smelled the coming rain and thought with a heavy heart:
"On top of the trial of the Goddess of Magic, there may be forces of dark night intervening, and the Moonlight Church is bound to be implicated..." However.
The water comes and the soil covers it.
Yeats' eyes flickered... No matter how badly the two old rivals, the goddess of the night and the goddess of moonlight, fought to a bloody head.
As long as the Snow Owl can become the Magic God's Choice, it will be considered a success!
"Speaking of which, this kind of lively scene always seems to involve the participation of a certain goddess of fun..." Yeats fell into deep thought.
Under night, on the second floor of the manor.
Duke Vic looked at the retreating carriage, the scowl on his face had long been replaced by a calculating calmness.
"The assassination involved two major sects. No matter who the real culprit is, it will be detrimental to me if I continue to trace it."
Duke Vic was like an old fox who knew how to protect himself, his eyes flickered slightly, and then he thought:
"But... Yeats is also a junior worthy of attention after all... The God of Art, haha, give him a copy of Thunder Sea Swallowtail, I hope he will appreciate it."
Thunder Sea Swallowtail , is one of the necessary materials for the [Haiyan Potion] required by the second-ring poet to switch to the third-ring sword dance poet.
The sword-dancing poet promoted through the Haiyan potion will have a balance that is difficult for ordinary people to achieve, and will gain an adaptability bonus in bad weather.
Duke Vic turned and entered the brightly lit mansion.
The music continues, a full moon hangs high in the sky, and the silhouette of a crow passes by.
The crow flapped its wings and sat on the windowsill of an old castle.
Through the Gothic window lattice, its blood-red eyes reflected the man sitting by the harpsichord playing.
The music is gloomy and gloomy. It is clearly the "Moonlight Sonata" that Yeats just played, but the style of playing is completely different from Yeats.
As if he had forgotten the notes, the harpsichord made a discordant sound, and the man's fingers froze on the keys.
A ray of moonlight passed through the window lattice, reflecting Lothair's gloomy face.
"Did you succeed?" Lothair said.
The lackluster appearance at the banquet just now seemed to be Lothair's deliberate disguise.
At this moment, his eyes were as cold as a deep pool, waiting for the information brought back by the crow.
"Your chess piece is dead." Crow said hoarsely.
Lotel frowned slightly, hearing the implication that the assassination failed, and said:
“I asked her to attack Yeats and Celine while they were talking about cooperation, and both of them were safe? "
"He is the chosen one of art after all," Crow said.
"Could it be possible to avoid assassination if you can write poems and compose music?" Lothair said coldly, "Tell me, what method did he use to escape? Or did Celine save that pretty boy? ?”
"The [Death Knell] poison secretly passed down by the Assassin League is ineffective against him." Crow said, "This is the last information sent by the chess piece before it dies."
Hearing this, Lothair closed the door Harpsichord cover, frowning: "What did you say?"
"This poison, even Celine is not immune to it." Lothair said in disbelief, "How did he survive! ?”
“I don’t know.” Crow said.
"Mist Demon! You are the Grand Elder of the Assassin's Alliance. You know Death Knell better than anyone else. How could you not know it!" Lothair said angrily.
"Watch your words!" Crow said coldly, "Since you agreed to cooperate with the Assassin's League, you have cut off your retreat. Only the dark night can help you ascend to the throne. Now, repeat your promise!"
Lothair clenched his fists slightly, and after a while, he lowered his head and said hoarsely: "I will fight the moonlight until death, and after ascending to the throne, I will establish Dark Night as the state religion in Saxonyburg..."
The Crow He raised his head arrogantly and said sternly: "Why did he survive? I do know a possibility, but it has yet to be confirmed."
"What?" Lothair asked.
The crow seemed to be lost in thought and remained silent.
Lothair couldn't help but feel annoyed... This great elder named [Mist Demon] suddenly came to him a few days ago and said that he would provide him with a clear path.
Lotel was involved with the Assassin's League in his early years, and with the help of a dying elder, he became a fourth-ring assassin.
Because the Dark Night Sect is regarded as a heresy in the Midgard Continent, Lothair has always hidden this past. In order to ascend to the throne, he also took great pains to seek the support of the Moonlight Church and placed his confidants into the Moonlight Church early on.
Until the Mist Demon arrived, he revealed the relationship between Lothair and the Assassin League and asked him to swear allegiance to the Dark Night.
In exchange, the mist demon will help Lothair ascend to the throne, which makes Lothair, who dreams of becoming a king, agree immediately.
Regardless of whether Princess Celine is willing to cooperate with Lothair at this banquet, Lothair will plan to assassinate her. It is just a matter of time.
Seeing that the cooperation came to naught and that the artistic god was stealing the spotlight, Lothair started to use his chess pieces, but he never thought that he would get nothing.
"If you don't answer, I will personally eliminate that baron." Lothair said coldly.
“Aren’t you afraid of your actions being revealed?” the mist demon asked.
"If the fourth ring cannot succeed in assassinating the second ring, why would I be a king?" Lothair licked the corner of his lips, "What's more, the Art God's Choice can also be used as a tribute to the goddess of the night. Blood sacrifice, why not?”
"You can't kill him." The mist demon said.
“Why?” Lothair asked coldly.
The mist demon said: "Because, Yeats may be the holy son chosen by the goddess of the night."
Lotel's pupils shrank, and his face showed strong shock.
“What did you say?”
"Yeats, the Holy Son of the Night?!"
Lotel was in disbelief, feeling that his entire worldview had been greatly impacted, and said with trembling lips:
"This is him, immune to the death knell. The reason for the impact? "
The mist demon said calmly:
"So, not only can you not attack him, but you must also please him to avoid ruining things."
Thinking that he had to bend his knees to please a hateful guy, whose status in the sect may be far higher than his own...
Lotel's face was filled with bitterness, his body was trembling, and he finally lowered his head. , said: "Can I know what the so-called big event is?"
"In a short time, it will be the trial of the goddess of magic."
The crow's scarlet eyes reflected A full moon shrouded in dark clouds.
“The army of shadows will come again and start plundering!”
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Under the moonlight, a silver carriage pulled by four horses stopped in front of a royal residence in Jianhe County.
Celine returned to the luxurious Victorian room, sat at the dressing table, took off her jeweled tiara, and stared at the mirror in deep thought.
The maid who assassinated him has been following him for two years.
Unexpectedly, she would be an assassin who believes in the goddess of the night...
Celine recalled the look in the maid's eyes before she died. Her eyes were calm, fearless, and just a touch of nostalgia.
What is she attached to?
Have you followed me for two years, just for this moment when you decide to die?
Celine frowned slightly on her beautiful cheeks and sighed softly.
Celine has experienced many assassinations at banquets, and it is inevitable that she will feel tired.
However, today's banquet was very different from usual.
Because a young man used his music to add brilliance to the gloomy dinner party.
The silver-haired boy seemed to reappear in front of his eyes when he played the Moonlight Sonata, with his warm and passionate expression, as if he was bravely facing the storm.
Celine's eyes were soft, and her slender fingers were tapping gently on the dressing table.
Soon, Celine shook her head slightly and murmured:
"The Goddess of Magic is an ally of the Goddess of Moonlight. I came to the Golden Lion on this trip and it is necessary to protect Minerva's trial..."
"No matter who the chosen one is, the Moonlight Church should give He supports it accordingly! ”
(End of this chapter)