She pushed me away and looked warily in the direction of the door. I sat up, stunned.

"They missed, and they certainly won't stay on this boat for long. You hurry up and let Delich investigate, and all suspicious people have to be checked. She said.

I was taken aback and asked, "Who are you, and why did you know they were coming to assassinate me?"

She didn't answer me, just urged me to quickly check for suspicious people.

At the door, I saw the head ring that Jin Lena had dropped, and a pool of blood.

When Delich heard about the assassination, he seemed calmer than I was. I suspect he already knew something.

He sent men to guard me, and they did it very well.

Then, the big investigation began, every room and every corner of the ship was carefully investigated, and no suspicious people were found, and no suspicious items were found.

The next morning, I woke up early, and my spirits were not good, because my sleep at night was greatly affected.

I knew for sure that someone was trying to kill me.

I used to think that Rodesa was a terrible father, but now I found out that Hodglan actually had a terrible brother, and everyone in this family really didn't want to have a good time with their own people.

It seems that who said that it is reasonable to regret being born in the emperor's family, in this kind of family, everyone is in danger and does not regard their family as relatives.

What kind of character is this Margaret, why did she know that someone was going to assassinate me, why did she come to protect me, why did she take the place of Princess Sarah, and why did she have a good skill?

She's a mystery.

No, I'm going to ask her.

I have a feeling that I can't wait.

Seriously, this girl made me feel like I was worried for the first time.

There's also a heart-pounding feeling, which is really the first time I've felt this way, maybe it's called love at first sight.

No, it should be love at first sight, because the first time I met, her actions ruined the good impression, and the second time I saw it just now, it was completely unforgettable, and it made me feel uneasy in the dormitory.

I found her room, knocked on the door and no one answered, asked people who passed by, and no one knew.

After the opening was opened, it was empty, and there was really no one.

Where did she go? I felt that she was getting more and more mysterious.

The more I couldn't see her, the more desperate I was to see her.

When I turned out of the cabin, I found her standing with Delich, accompanied by two maids.

Delich bowed to me, and I returned the salute slightly.

When Margaret saw me coming, she hurried to Delich to take her leave.

She wears a veil and behaves quite elegantly with her gestures.

My eyes didn't follow her, but my heart followed her.

I looked at Delich, absent-minded.

De Lich informed me that the Assassin had been apprehended and was being held in a compartment at the bottom of the ship.

When I heard the news, I was a little surprised, didn't I search all night and didn't find it?

Delich told me that the Assassins were very good at disguise, but they were different from ordinary passengers, so they could be forced to show their feet if they were scrutinized enough.

I asked him, was it Her Royal Highness who helped you find the Assassins?

There was a hint of surprise on Delich's face, and he said that Her Royal Highness had always been concerned about the matter, and she was saddened by the murder of one of her personal officers, but she did not deign to go everywhere to help with the search.

I asked him, did Her Royal Highness the Princess instruct you how to search?

Delich replied that there was no such thing, and that Her Royal Highness was simply urging us to strengthen our security to prevent further killings, especially important people.

I don't think he was telling me the truth, that Margaret must have told him something, or that they had a tacit understanding of secrecy.

I wanted to go down there and see the Assassins, and Delich ordered Tessiri to bring them to the deck.

Tesseri was now Delich's deputy, a seasoned career officer who had just stepped down from his post as commander of Munch's regiment.

He was of high rank, well-dressed, with long epaulettes and several medals on his chest.

His face was long, and his beard was trimmed to the sides, like an axe.

He has a black mole the size of a peanut on the right side of his face, and in order to disguise this obvious sign, he always leans to this side when smoking his pipe to cover the black mole.

While we waited, Delich reported to me that the fleet sent by the Kingdom of Mechidi to meet us had anchored in the port of Einck, only a day's voyage away.

I asked who led that flotilla and how big it was.

He told me that the fleet was led by the Duke of Barrick, who was Conceica's uncle and was in charge of the fishing industry of the kingdom of Mechidi, and that it was said that the fleet was no less than twenty ships.

After listening to his report, I felt relieved about this voyage.

The Assassins were caught, and the convoy was about to meet, and the pirates were afraid to act rashly, and things became more and more smooth.

The assassins were taken, and sure enough, there were four people.

They dress and look like ordinary nobles.

But when you take off their coats, what is revealed inside is a little extraordinary.

There are all kinds of hidden weapons of different weights and lengths, some with mechanisms, some with tubes that can be pierced with needles, and some that can breathe fire.

There are more than a dozen large and small bottles, which contain poisons of different poisons, some that are instantly fatal, some that are immediately coma, some that make people amnesia, some that make people crazy, and some that make people feel painful.

They carried a map tool that clearly marked the situation of the surrounding waters, which was even comparable to the map of the "Meratsi" with an area of more than ten square meters.

There are also some new gadgets that I can't name.

These things were taken down and placed on the deck, as if they were a display of murder tools.

The four men had been tied up strongly, so they had to remain at their mercy.

Later, their faces were removed to reveal their true faces, which turned out to be disguised.

The deck was full of visitors, but I didn't see Margaret showing up.

There was a lot of talk.

The four Assassins gave an account of the master's envoy, who was none other than Washhit.

They are so happy, saving time and reducing the part of beatings.

What to do with them? I thought for a moment and decided to keep them in custody, but on another ship.

I had their murder tools carried into the small lounge and locked.

The small lounge was right next to my bedroom and there was a small door to open on.

I'm really interested in these tools, and I don't know when I'll need them.

Towards lunchtime, I went to Margaret's room, but the maid prevented me from entering, saying that Her Royal Highness was bathing.

At this time, I feel strange and have the intention to break in, but I am a dignified prince, and I still have to take care of my identity in front of everyone.

I had to walk out and bump into Sidima.

The old man patted me on the shoulder, not caring about the difference in status.

However, this casual way of greeting me, if it is a private person, makes me feel uninhibited.

We walked into the restaurant together, sat down, and began to eat.

I wanted pan-fried fish steak with a fine sauce, toast and a little blue cabbage roll, and a strawberry cake and stacked shortbread.

The wine I want is Teljia, a relatively strong wine, but the wine taste is quite mellow, with a bit of Moutai flavor.

Sidima wanted smoked fish from Celeste, honey beef ribs, roasted deep-sea iron trout, and a large piece of gravy.

He still drank Lang Fei wine, which was easy to drink too much, although it was lower than Terga.

We chatted quickly.

He asked me, "Is it okay for the Assassins to just be imprisoned?"

I said, what else can I do?

Within three days, he said, the Assassins would disappear and no one would be able to find out where they had gone.

He asked me believe it or not?

I shook my head, disbelieving. I said that so many people are watching, they can still fly?

The old man said that there are some spells of those assassins that you don't know, and that the people who come to assassinate you are not only these people, but the ones who come later will become stronger and more mysterious.

He handed me a glass and asked me to check it.

It's just an ordinary glass, nothing special.

After the glass was handed to him, it took only two seconds for me to watch as it grew smaller and smaller, and finally became the size of a ping-pong ball.

I think he's a bit like Liu Qian becoming magical, to put it bluntly, it's a trick.

I didn't look at the smaller cup, I looked under the table, inside his clothes.

Sidima was a little upset by me.

I hurriedly reassured him and told him that I was just trying to verify whether it was true or not, because I had seen someone do this before, using a small cup prepared in advance, and by a quick move, the original large cup was exchanged as if it were from large to small.

Sidima nodded, open-minded.

He took the vase next to him and poured out the flowers inside.

Then, under my gaze, the vase was made to the size of a chopstick.

"It's really a spell. He said to me.

I understood, and said, "You're saying that those assassins can make people small enough and get away. ”

Sidima shook his head and said, "They can only make the corpse smaller, and once they turn into a living person, it will be invalid, and if they have to change, they will kill that person." Moreover, this spell has a premise, that is, the things that change cannot be moved, not even in the blink of an eye, so they cannot be changed into living people. ”

He also said, "Look at the female officer they killed, there is no body on the ground, right?"

I said yes.

I understood, they used a spell to make the body small enough and then picked it up and disposed of it, which is why all I saw on the ground was a hairpin-shaped headband and a puddle of blood.

"Then why did they disappear?" I asked.

Sidima said that this was merely his speculation, and that the Assassins, if not disappear, would have been killed by later Assassins because they had betrayed their masters.

I asked him, "Was Waster necessarily their master?"

Sidima said that he had to ask Delich because he was the same people he was interrogating.

He told me that the Assassins, though they were proficient in the art of assassination, were too stupid in their minds, and that their biggest mistake was to bring two kinds of medicines, which were the ones that caused people to lose their consciousness and suffer excruciatingly.

I understood that when Drich interrogated them, he took the nearest materials and used these drugs, so I easily learned their confessions.

Sidima said that one of the Assassins' creeds was that if they were caught, they would never reveal their masterminds, and that if they broke this rule, they would inevitably be killed.

I asked him for advice on the art of smallening, and the old man told me to find a good place to talk in the evening.

We went over for a drink, and I treated him to a sip of Terga.

He said that when he was young, he also liked to drink strong alcohol, and as he got older, the taste of drinking became weaker, but the energy to eat meat increased.

When he was younger, he said he liked to eat bloody steaks dipped in a spicy sauce from the Begoth region.

When the old man was young, he was definitely a heavy taste.

I asked him if he knew anything about Princess Sarah?

He shook his head vigorously and said I don't know, what's the matter with the princess?

Since he said he didn't know, it would be inconvenient for me to say more.

I asked him if he knew why the princess arrived two days late.

He said that he didn't know, and that it was difficult to talk about girls, just as it was hard to guess what girls were thinking.

He told me that women are fickle and that none of them are good, and that we should be careful not to be seduced by them and fall into their traps.

How do I think that he is a bit like the old monk who once warned the little monk that the woman was a tiger, and then asked the little monk what was the best to look on the street, and the little monk told him that it was a tiger.

The old man was drunk and his tongue was a little stiff, but one of my subsequent questions caused him to speak at length.

There was no one near our seats, and the secrecy was fine, so I asked him if he had heard of the Grand Duke of Actin, and his daughter Leanda.