The man in the gray cloak, the Count of Grey Mountain nodded at him, and Merlin was sure that he was absolutely not mistaken. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

But why did the Earl of Grey Hill fall to the ground?

It doesn't make sense......

The boy looked at the chaotic scene in front of him in a daze, his body seemed to be frozen into an ice sculpture, and his head was also a mess of paste.

The crowd had completely dispersed, and beside the scattered wreckage of the float, the guards raised their shields to form a human wall, protecting the old man in the middle, and the two white-robed life priests had arrived, wanting to lean down to investigate the injuries of the Count of Grey Mountain, but were rudely blocked out by the guards.

"What are you doing?" said the young priest anxiously.

Judging from the coat of arms, the shield guard was the captain of the Count of Grey Mountain's bodyguard, and he stubbornly blocked the young life sacrifice, and said coldly, "I don't trust you. "It seems that he didn't even trust the royal capital garrison team that arrived, and told them to stop ten paces away.

"You-" the young priest was furious, "the Count's injuries cannot be delayed!"

The captain of the guard ignored him, until a mage with a gray mountain crest on his robe came to him, and the captain of the guard nodded, and turned sideways to step out of the way, allowing the mage to go into the wall to investigate the fallen Earl, and the captain of the shield immediately closed the gap, and looked around with full vigilance.

I'm afraid that there will be other killers to disadvantage the Earl.

The people in the audience in the distance had already rushed over one after another, and Baron Pike, sweating profusely, appeared beside Merlin, looking nervously at the boy from head to toe, and then relieved to see that he was not injured, and muttered angrily, "You can run anywhere you can." ”

He also saw that the situation in front of him was a little tense, and he didn't want to approach rashly, so he only protected the young man.

The guards of the Earl of Grey Mountain did not trust the garrison of the royal capital at all, and everyone looked like a lurking killer, and the shrewd old man fell to the ground at this time, motionless, if the old earl died in the royal capital, the matter would be a big trouble.

"How's it going?" asked the baron quietly.

Merlin was still staring at the Count of Grey Mountain, who was protected by the shield guards.

He shook his head in confusion and whispered, "I don't know either...... There was a mage in a gray cloak just now who was very suspicious, it should be an assassin, I sensed magic fluctuations from him, and when I turned my head, something happened, but I always felt ......"

The boy hesitated for a moment: "Count Grey Mountain may know the assassin just now. ”

"Oh, what?" asked the baron, quietly.

"Before the attack, I saw the Count nod lightly at the Assassin, I'm sure the Count of Grey Mountain knew the man," the boy said confusedly, "but it doesn't make sense......

"It doesn't necessarily make sense...... Baron Pike seemed to understand something.

"Huh?" the boy was stunned.

"That old thing is not dead......, Count Grey Mountain," said the baron meaningfully.

The conversation between the two grew quieter and lower, and after a few words, they began to use their psychic perception to talk silently.

"What does it mean that the Count is not dead, he is wearing armor...... Is that so?!" Morin exclaimed.

The boy suddenly remembered that the Earl of Grey Mountain was not a professional, which meant that even if he had reached the eighth or ninth level of apprentice strength after training, he still had not touched the sea of magic, and this meant that the armor on his body could not be too high-level.

Without a mana supply, high-tier armor does not provide good defensive attributes.

And if the Count of Gray Mountain is not dead, the boy doesn't know how Daddy noticed it, but if he is not dead, and the boy does not see any other activated magic defense items, it means that the Count of Gray Mountain has survived the magic of the third and fourth rings by relying on a pair of low-level armor, and it is also assassination magic, the kind of electric magic that pursues one-hit killing.

This is absolutely impossible.

In this way, the only explanation that works is-

"That assassin deliberately controlled the magic just now?!Was this an assassination arranged by the Earl of Grey Mountain himself?!He deliberately asked his men to disguise themselves as assassins to assassinate himself!! "Merlin exclaimed.

The baron nodded slightly.

"But why did he do it, and what good could it be?" the boy wondered.

"There are too many benefits...... Baron Pike looked at the old man who fell to the ground and smiled disdainfully: "You think he came all the way from the Gray Mountain, and the journey was safe, but he was assassinated in the king of Lothar, everyone knows that there is an irreconcilable contradiction between him and His Majesty the Regent, not to mention whether everyone will suspect that His Majesty is the mastermind behind the scenes, at least on the surface, the responsibility for poor protection can be borne by Esier." ”

"But if the truth is discovered, or if the Assassin mage has just been discovered, wouldn't it—" Morin said.

The old fox had already torn his face with His Majesty Esir. The edict issued by His Majesty Esir this time, many people thought that the old fox would not come, and Esil was also ready to use this name to announce the sanction of the Grey Mountain Territory, but who would have thought that the Count of Grey Hill would actually come, and he would have been assassinated in the royal capital," Pike said with a frown:

"Even if Esil finds out that the assassination was arranged by the Earl of Grey Mountain, what can he do? Even if he pokes out the news, the commoners and many neutral nobles will only think that Esil is throwing dirty water, but will be more sympathetic to the old fox, and the situation will be even more unfavorable to Esir. ”

"But isn't he afraid that he will be locked up directly by His Majesty the Regent, this is in the royal capital. The boy asked.

"Nobles must act according to the basic rules, even the royal family cannot cross the distance in the open, and if you want to lock up the Earl of Gray Mountain, you must be charged," Baron Pike shook his head, "Do you see the corpses of other people over there besides the old fox, and other people have fallen to the ground?"

The boy was stunned.

He looked around, and in the riot just now, it seemed that several residents were injured when pushing, but because of the flash of magic, the riot only lasted for a short time, and did not cause too serious casualties. And just now, the electric magic of the third and fourth rings accurately hit the Count of Gray Mountain in the crowd, and it didn't affect the civilians around him at all, not even those few guards.

This is worth pondering.

"I'll just say that the magic fluctuation just now was so violent, and I didn't see any civilians affected when I ran over," said the baron, "This old fox was premeditated at all, and left no one else the slightest trick." Even if Esier forcibly stained the old fox with this, there would be nothing he could do to him, disturb the celebration, cause a riot, and assassinate himself?"

"These charges can't be put on a commoner for a few days, and it's a joke on a nobleman like the Earl of Grey Mountain. ”

Maureen nodded in agreement.

The contents of the Lothar Code had long been imprinted in the boy's mind, and he knew that what his father said was true, and these charges could not pose any threat to the nobles.

"Daddy, what are we going to do then?" he asked quietly with his mental sense.

If no one else was watching in the shadows, then only Morin noticed that the Count of Grey Mountain nodded slightly at the assassin, and if Daddy's guess was correct, which was almost the only reasonable explanation at the moment, then only Morin and the Baron knew that the assassination was actually arranged by the Count of Grey Mountain himself.

"Daddy...... Shall we tell His Majesty Esier?" the boy asked again.

By this time, the regent Esier had rushed over under the protection of the guards, and Strayer did not follow, presumably escorted by the guards to a safer place.

Esir took over his brother's scepter at a young age, and he had experienced a lot of big scenes, and he seemed quite calm at this time. As he gave orders to the left and right, he looked at the Count of Grey Mountain and his party with concern, waiting for the mage with the Grey Mountain crest on his robe to probe the Count's injuries.

Baron Pike shook his head imperceptibly, motioning for the boy not to act rashly.

I saw that the Earl of Gray Mountain moved, opened his eyes, and he was really not dead, and his expression did not seem to be flustered. Under the mage's scrutiny, he opened his mouth and whispered something to the mage, then glanced at the guards around him.

"I would like to inform Your Majesty that the Earl's injuries are fine for the time being, but he needs to recuperate. The mage stood up and said.

"Don't you need to go to the Temple of Life and let Wayne sacrifice take a look?" Hearing that the Count of Gray Mountain was not seriously injured, Essir was also stunned for a moment: "Lord Wayne is the best life sacrifice in Lothar, it is best to ask him to take a look at the Earl's injuries before making a conclusion, so as not to leave any hidden injuries." ”

The mage shirked and said: "The Earl insists on going back to the mansion to recuperate, and we also brought our own healing potions when we came, the personnel of the Temple of Life are chaotic, and it is inevitable that there will be any accidents, and I hope that Your Majesty will allow the Earl to return to the mansion to recuperate." ”

Hearing the resoluteness of the mage's tone, the regent Esir frowned.

He glanced at the faint aura of the Earl of Gray Mountain behind the guard, pondered for a moment, and said slowly: "In that case, then please send the Earl to the Settlement Mansion to rest quickly, and I will deploy enough guards around to ensure the Earl's safety." ”

"In addition, I have assigned men to track down the Assassins. Esier said.

The mage nodded respectfully, and then summoned a magic card to activate in his hand, and a crystal light platform appeared on the ground, and several guards lightly placed the Count of Gray Mountain on the light platform. Merlin saw that the assassin's electric magic had destroyed the old man's breastplate, and left a deep wound on his neck, but it did not touch the vital artery, and the wound was temporarily sealed by the mage just now.

I have to say that the assassin mage's ability to control magic is really strong, and he is sure that he can leave such a wound on the old man's body without hurting his roots, and the Earl of Gray Mountain is indeed bold, planning such a scene, and the scar that almost cuts through the neck adds a lot of credibility to the assassination.

"What should Daddy do now?" Morin asked quietly with mental perception, "If you don't debunk him on the spot, I'm afraid this matter will be settled like this." ”

As soon as he saw the smug smile hidden under the corner of the Count of Gray Mountain's mouth, the young man couldn't help but want to go up and give him two feet.

These nobles really did everything in order to compete for interests, although the assassin deliberately controlled the magic just now and did not affect the civilians, but it was inevitable that someone would be injured in the riot just now, and it is possible that the civilians collided with each other in a hurry and were seriously injured and died.

But presumably the culprit, the Earl of Grey Mountain, he doesn't care, it's a bloody farce.

"There's no good way, Esir himself is a mid-level lawyer, you see he has some suspicions, but for now, I can only let them send this old fox back to the mansion, and I will find a chance to talk to His Majesty Esil afterwards." The baron whispered, "Don't be impulsive. ”

The young man was silent when he heard this, and obediently followed his father's instructions to protect himself.

The guards lifted the Count of Grey Mountain to the light platform, and the mage controlled the floating movement, and the guards were still around, with their shields facing outward, and they were about to go to the Earl's mansion.

But suddenly, as if some spell model had suddenly activated, a huge string of burning words flashed in the sky: The Count's assassin is here—and at the end of the text was a long arrow pointing to the crowd of onlookers in the distance.

The sudden appearance of the words in the sky was as dazzling as a meteorite crossing the sky, and at this moment, everyone's eyes converged on the long arrow to the crowd of onlookers on the edge of the square, and a young man with blond hair in a gray cloak looked particularly special - the light at the tip of the arrow shone on him without the slightest deviation.

"That's him!" Morin lost his voice.

Although the face of the previous assassin was hidden in the shadows, the height and body shape of the blonde man were exactly the same as the previous assassin, there was no difference in the slightest, and the young man was almost certain that he was the previous assassin, and he was still hiding in the crowd of onlookers and did not leave!

Suddenly illuminated by a vision in the sky, the Assassin also looked a little stunned, and did not know what to do for a moment.

But just as everyone's eyes were fixed on the blonde man, a shadow crossed the boy's field of vision.

Maureen didn't see the shadow clearly.

If he had been engrossed in using his mental perception again, he might have been able to vaguely catch something: it was an arrow, a transparent crystal arrow.

The crystal arrow was more than half a human long, the sharp prismatic arrows slashed out a stream of fire, the black whirling feathers rotated with the arrow body at great speed, flying steadily, and the crystal arrow body was densely engraved with countless magic runes, stirring up layers of magic fluctuations in the air, making the speed of the arrow faster and faster, and everywhere it passed seemed to be distorted.

Almost no one reacted, and Baron Pike only had time to take a step forward with the boy.

The speeding arrow pierced through the steel shield, through the human wall, through the magic barrier that lit up on the platform, and then through the old man's right eye, nailing him to the platform.

The Earl of Grey Mountain's mouth was wide open, as if he wanted to cry out in terror, but he no longer had the strength to speak, and the moment the crystal arrow passed through his skull, the attached magical runes robbed him of all life.

The old man's chapped lips finally trembled twice and died.