Chapter Eighty-Five: Secret

The sun finally set completely, the moon rose, and the stars began to twinkle in the sky. Fires were lit in some parts of the fort, and many people led their horses to gallop in the moonlight, while others sang and danced merrily in the moonlight with musical instruments.

Two dark shadows appeared near the house, and they did not hesitate to smash open the door and rush up the stairs.

Chen Cheng put down the soda and stretched out his hand to greet the two uninvited guests, "Good evening, gentlemen." ”

"Choke!"

The two who rushed in didn't expect him to be alive, and pulled out the long sword at their waist in shock. One of them had a shocked look on his face, pointed his long sword at Chen Cheng, and shouted, "I obviously saw you eat that watermelon, how could it be okay?" ”

"Watermelon? Oh yes, I ate a habit in the evening and it tasted really good. To be honest, the prison gate fort is actually very good here, the barbecue taste is very good, the fruit is also very sweet, but the girls are too enthusiastic........"

"Shut up!" The blade of the sword touched Chen Cheng's chest, "You despicable foreigner, how did you detoxify the poison?" ”

The man on the side said: "What are you talking nonsense with him?" If you don't kill him, he'll kill him! ”

When the person in front heard this, he felt that it made sense, and his eyes immediately became fierce, and he shouted, and the long sword in his hand was sent forward.

"It's too slow!"

Chen Cheng snatched the weapon from the enemy's hand and blocked to the right, "Bang! The man's weapon flew upwards and landed on the ceiling. After knocking away the steel longsword in the hand of the other person on the side, he slapped it on the two of them casually. The two Assassins lost their weapons and fell limply to the ground with expressions of fear on their faces.

"How can you be an assassin if you are so slow?" Chen Cheng threw the long sword aside and asked, "Why are you here to kill me?" "We ......"

"We're not going to say it! Kill us! ”

Chen Cheng laughed, "That's right, even if you know who the main messenger behind it is, it won't become more interesting." So now the question is, do you want to eat pandao noodles or do you want to eat wonton noodles? ”

"What do you want to do? We were sent by Prince Martell! ”

“..........”

After one of them roared in a hurry, all three fell silent. Chen Cheng looked at the stammering assassin speechlessly, and couldn't help but shake his head, "I don't seem to have any grudges with the prince, right?" I don't even know him! ”

The House of Nymeria-Martell is the royal family of Dorne and has ruled the realm of Dorne for more than a thousand years. More than a thousand years is really a long time, in China, it is almost from the time of Qin Shi Huang to the Song Dynasty, or from the Song Dynasty to the modern era, but after such a long time, the Martell family still rules the land of Dorne. But compared to a thousand years ago, the level of technology and the number of people have hardly changed.

Even because the dragon is dead, even the magic has been gone for a long time. There are traditional, cultural and demeaning reasons for this, as well as long winters that occur every once in a while. During the long winter, everything withers and no grass grows, and the number of human beings decreases dramatically until the next long summer arrives.

"It wasn't Prince Martell who filmed us to kill you," said the Assassin who had said the wrong thing, after a few moments of silence, "We just can't get used to Nemelia's attitude towards you, so we want to kill you." ”

Another person also admitted: "This house is Nemelia's favorite, but it was given to you, not only the two of us, but many people want you to die!" ”

"A lot of people you are talking about should be men, right?"

As soon as Chen Cheng stretched out his hand, the long sword nailed to the ceiling broke free and leaped into his hand, "I wanted you to taste poison too, but after thinking about it, it would be a bit too cruel to poison you with paraquat. I'm basically a good guy and decided to give you guys a treat. ”

"Wait.........."

"We ..........."

Where will Chen Cheng listen to their noise? With a flick of the wrist, the sword slashed through the throats of the two men, and with a flick of the sleeve, the corpses and weapons disappeared cleanly, as if there had never been a murder here. After putting away the corpse and the weapon, his heart moved, and two more people were approaching outside, but this time there was no murderous aura, and it was not red on the minimap, but green for friendly troops.

The owner of the fruit stall and his son carried a scimitar to the vicinity of Chen Cheng's house, and we hid in the shadows, looking left and right. Seeing that the surroundings were very quiet, some of them hesitated. The boy asked, "Daddy, are you mistaken?" That guest doesn't stay here at all! ”

The boss hesitated for a moment, shook his head, and said, "It's here." ”

"But there's no movement, could it be that those people haven't come yet? If they don't come, then what are we going to do? ”

The boss was about to answer, when a voice came from the side, "If I were you, I wouldn't be waiting here stupidly, but would go back to bed." ”

"Who?"

The young man was startled, and when he turned around, he saw that it was Chen Cheng, so he put down the scimitar. Chen Cheng smiled and said, "I just gave you a silver deer, can't you come to help me fight?" ”

The boss shook his head and said, "Not for you." ”

"Well, what if you lose your lives because of this?"

The fruit stall owner asked rhetorically, "Isn't it normal to kill or be killed?" ”

Chen Cheng laughed and said, "Those two people will no longer appear in this world, you can go back to sleep....... Oh wait. ”

"Huh?"

Chen Cheng led the horse out and said, "It's really troublesome to serve this beast, you can help me raise it." ”

"Huh? We don't have more places to raise horses in our family! The boy scratched his head and said, "There is a stable at my uncle's house........

The boss stopped his son, nodded, and said, "Just keep it in our house, and the money you give during the day is considered feed money." Go to my house when you want to use a horse, you know the place. ”

Seeing the father and son leading the horse and disappearing at the end of the street, I don't know why Chen Cheng's mood suddenly improved. He took out a can of beer, and when he was about to open it, he thought that it was not appropriate to drink beer at this time. After thinking about it for a while, he happily changed a bottle of Erguotou and came out.

After pouring a small glass, you don't need to drink or drink, just pour it down your throat and you're done. The spicy liquor flowed down the throat and esophagus to the stomach, and everywhere it went, it was a hot feeling.

Chen Cheng raised his wine glass, facing the bright moon in the sky, and ...... on the spot Ahem, don't be on the spot, just read two lines of poetry casually:

"Raise a glass to invite Mingyue, and the shadow will become a trio."

This is not good, it's too lonely, let's change two sentences, "I hope that people will last a long time, and they will be together for thousands of miles." ”

Will the person I miss be like me, bathed in the moonlight?

Chen Cheng imagined for a moment, if Chu Chu was also here, what would he say? It must be just right moonlight, so how it should be. He smiled and put the second pot head away with the cup. In fact, for him, drinking alcohol is no different from drinking water, he just wants that atmosphere. But it turns out that drinking doesn't make the atmosphere any better.

Killing those two people, presumably the next troubles will only increase. Unless he wanted to turn the entire Fort of Hellgate into a city of death covered in blood and corpses, it was better to get out sooner. Before that, do you want to say goodbye to Someria?

Chen Cheng thought about it for a while and decided to have a beginning and an end. He stood on the balcony and jumped onto the roof more than ten meters away. More than a month has passed, and the fighting spirit in the body has become full again. Although it is not yet to the point of penetrating the atmosphere, with the addition of various equipment with it, it is no problem to penetrate and defeat the army that uses cold weapons.

If this world hadn't been changed by demons, there would have been almost no enemies who could defeat him physically. What else needs to be feared is the magic that he doesn't know yet. Whether it is the strange spells of the red-robed witch or the strange ghosts beyond the Great Wall of Northern Desperation, the power behind those mysteries is beyond human imagination.

However, Chen Cheng is not presumptuous, since even ordinary people can fight back and forth with strange ghosts, then the worst case is that there is no way to take the other party, and if you want to escape, you should still be able to do it.

His movements were ghostly, avoiding everyone's gaze, and he silently wandered through the prison gate. In this way, the Beidou God Fist is still called the "ultimate assassination fist", and in terms of concealing the breath and not being discovered, the Beidou God Fist is more suitable than the Southern Dipper Holy Fist.

The prison gate fort is divided into two worlds by a wall, inside and outside the city, and after dark, the city gate is closed, but it is not difficult for Chen Cheng. He found a place where no one was around, and with a slight leap, he reached the top of the city. The area inside the city walls was not large, and it didn't take him long to find the room where Nymeria was with his super perceptual ability.

It was on the third floor of the castle, and there were soldiers guarding it below, but this also couldn't help Chen Cheng. He pulled at the wall with his hands, and climbed up with three strokes and five divisions. It was supposed to say goodbye, but between flipping through the window, Chen Cheng stopped again. Because there were two other men in the room besides Nymeria.

Although there were three people in the room, there were no strange plots, but they were discussing things that would make many people's heads up. Haman Uller's voice came out, "Are you sure that the Halberd City side wants Tristan to marry Mithela Baratheon?" Didn't you want Mithera to ascend to the Iron Throne? What about the Targaryen family? It is impossible for us to support two heirs to the Iron Throne at the same time! ”

Ulrique asked, "Is it the Prince's intention to support Micera, or is it someone else's intention?" ”

Namelia said: "The prince's meaning is not clear, he is only strengthening the armament, but he has not revealed which side he wants to support. ”