Chapter 219, Vortex

On a winter night, it was cold and lonely.

The moment the bleak cold wind penetrated into the boundary of the royal city, its nature was rewritten, turning into a spring breeze with a slight chill, which would make people feel comfortable and spiritual. Only when there is a need, the masters of the royal city will join forces to arrange and rain heavy snow.

For example, to please the grandson of a certain duke who was born at such a time or something.

Even in this turbulent season, the persistence and stubbornness of the princes and nobles in certain things that have little meaning are astonishing. For them, the black flower is just a clown who jumps off the beam, and even if he looks at it, he doesn't care about it; Changsheng is just a guy with a false name, who shouts when he needs to, and when the other party completes the task and wags his tail and begs for food, just look at the mood and appreciate something.

They didn't even bother to kill donkeys, because it would undermine the reserve and arrogance of the thousand-year-old aristocracy—though I don't think what they possess can be called arrogance.

However, these have little to do with the black flowers. The more evil the old nobles, the more righteous their actions become.

In addition, these old immortals will always have some eye-catching strength. Before the critical moment that is coming, the "Night Swallow" must uproot all this, cut off the White Emperor's henchmen, and sacrifice at all costs.

Morrowind is still a little confused.

I followed my feelings to Wangcheng, but I didn't expect that this place had become a big whirlpool, and the surrounding area, whether it was small fish and shrimp or deep-sea giant beasts, there was no one left, and they were absorbed and dragged to the bottom of the sea.

Who will come to the surface in the end? I don't know, but she thinks she might be dying.

After entering the royal city, the confused Morrowind encountered some minor troubles, and a big sister in black helped save her. The girl was grateful to the other party, and obeyed the instructions of her heart—in fact, she inadvertently saw the other party's black swallow mark and the cold light glittering dagger that could always be "accidentally" revealed—and followed her to a stronghold, and was then vaguely regarded as an additional soldier by the night swallow, and was sent to a duke's palace as a maid in this "judgment......

Even with the magical ability of a navigator, the weak girl could not find her place in the turbulent maelstrom.

And after she accidentally froze the protagonist of the next banquet: the bastard grandson of the old duke, she panicked even more......

"What should I do......

Morrowind looked at the grandson of the duke, who had a bad kidney, before the banquet, God knows why he ran to the back kitchen and blocked her in a small warehouse to behave badly, only to be hit in the left kidney by her ice fist, and lay down with her narrow eyes rolled down......

"I obviously didn't use much force, you are a Yanei, why don't you have a protective spiritual weapon......"

Unbeknownst to the Troubled Girl, the Starcoat who had recently taken a trip to the Cold Hell had withdrawn the energy he had applied to all ordinary Spiritual Clothes. Now people can only rely on the breathing self-formed air shield to defend, and how strong can this kidney deficiency boy in front of him be able to resist the fist of a girl who has been learning from the warrior monk of the other world for several months?

Apparently it couldn't be, so he died.

But it also ruined Nightswallow's preparations. She was going to assassinate the Duke in the middle of the banquet, forcing the other party to use his hole cards, and then tearing the hole cards to pieces.

Morrowind struggled for a while, and decided to follow what the warrior monk taught, and if you don't make a decision, you will throw the blame, it's not your own problem, then let others give the answer!

So she found another Nightswallow member: "That...... Can you contact the chief? Yanai is dead......"

......

The Duke, whom I was too lazy to name, calmly worked behind the old tree table and chair in the study, and his eagle-like eyes drifted a little, and he did not know what the focus was.

He may be a jerk, but he's definitely not stupid. He was well aware of the movements in the royal city, and he had already prepared for being on the assassination list. First Literary Network

After consulting with his staff, he prepared a small plan to hide from his favored wives and concubines. Even if he usually behaves in a mediocre manner, seemingly obedient to those who are favored, and is firmly grasped physically and mentally, this is just an illusion. When there is no danger, he is happy to play a little game with his wife and concubines. Watching the group of slightly clever and cautious women be self-righteous and favored under his indulgence, and then kick them out of the door of the ducal palace at some point is his favorite playbook.

However, when it comes to his own life and legacy, it is easy for him to be shrewd and wise, and to restrain his not-so-suitable ideas. In this case, deliberately expose a few obvious flaws to attract the attention of Yeyan's group of women, and then leave a "pocket" that cannot be used as an opportunity for assassination at first glance, and catch all the women and hide them in the basement......

"Oh, woman. ”

The Duke uttered his only line. He felt that whether it was the flowers and plants in his backyard, or this group of wildflowers and lonely birds with faith and super ability, it was nothing more than that. As long as they feel that they are smart, then they are not far from falling......

However, what the Duke did not know was that his simple but effective plan was pushed into an unknowable situation by the impulse of his own stupid grandson......

It is unknown what Morrowind and the leader of the Nightswallows discussed, but preparations for the banquet were held as usual. The old duke didn't really care about that stupid grandson either. Nominally, it was a banquet for the grandson who didn't know what the name he was, but who cared? The spectators and invitees all came for their old face.

The old duke thought proudly, with a warm smile on his slightly vicissitudes of life, and greeted the princess who had a very strange rumor recently: "Princess Mo is here, and the cold house is not very honored......"

I heard that this woman likes to run to a grace building recently...... I heard that she likes women...... It's also very strong, but it's not very favored...... If you can get into the backyard......

The duke contained his thoughts in time and personally led the princess surnamed Bai in. In any case, her surname is white after all, so no one can touch her.

Bai Mo was a little irritable, and he originally traced the traces of that bastard, but he disappeared for some reason. Even if you try to find the guy he said you are, you can't find it...... It's like all the legends in the royal city disappearing en masse.

Even so, after hearing her friend's request, she endured her impatience and irritability, and came to a duke's palace where she couldn't remember her name, to participate in this inexplicable banquet.

Her mastery of the wind made her see the wind of death that haunted the palace, and the stench that flowed at the Duke's side, a mixture of lies, intrigues, evil thoughts, and malice, and the mere glance at it made the freedom-loving and pure Wind Song want to vomit. The death was much better than that.

So she found a casual reason to get rid of the duke, and walked slowly to the back kitchen, watching the servants run a little faster to the whirlpool of the winds of death.

“...... It's kind of interesting. ”

A curious breeze blew around Bai Mo's body, and she began to get excited.

The traces of the wind were a sign of what had happened here, and she thought she might be able to talk to the killer.

"Besides, the Duke's Palace itself is shrouded in a black wind...... Forget it, don't bother to help that disgusting guy. ”

"I'd better wait and see what happens. ”

Bai Mo thought about it like this, walked back to the banquet that had begun, glanced around like an arrogant peacock, and finally sat down beside the seventh lady of the Sun family in the corner.

"Why are you here?"

Miss Seven looked at the princess with strange rumors strangely: "There is nothing to do when I come to the royal city, so I came to the center of the whirlpool of things to see the situation." ”

Vortex Center ...... There's nothing to do......

The Wind Singer laughed happily, and sure enough, she was an interesting girl.

"Come, let's talk. ”