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An arrow.

A thin arrow, not for long-range attacks on the battlefield, but now just right.

The thin arrow grazed, and the arrow blade tore through Mo Shi's tiger mouth, piercing between the palm of his hand and the staff. And it was probably aimed at the wrist. Suddenly blood was dripping, wetting Mo Shi's entire arm.

The staff in Moshi's hand fell to the ground, and Dino Firesparrow fell back to the ground, just two steps away from Manka Golden Lion's two-horned horse......

"Mr. Moshi?!"

The person who shot the arrow was Mansey Golden Lion.

It was evident that he had no time to aim at the two-horned horse when he set up his bow and arrows, and he could not rashly shoot the second son of the Duke of Firesparrow.

So he shot at the wizard.

And merciful, or perhaps just considering that thin arrows cannot be pierced and fatal with a single blow (but the truth is, it really can, for an Earth human like Mo Shi), shoot at Mo Shi's hand to cast spells.

In any case, it turned out that his purpose was achieved:

Dino and Moshi were escorted back to the castle by the soldiers.

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Everyone stood in the huge square in front of the main hall of the palace.

This reminded Moshi of the snowy night he had at the Red Sand Castle: everyone was asked to stay in the hall because Pamu Crow was killed. At that time, the people were also panicking, but at that time Mo Shi did not drag a bloody hand, and at that time he was completely innocent and had nothing to do with himself.

The atmosphere is clearly more volatile and painful.

Mo Shi's face turned pale. A kind medical officer had just bandaged his hand. When the medical officer peeled off his gloves, which had been cemented to the wound on his palm by blood, Moshi gasped and almost fainted. He really couldn't get used to the pain, given that he was born in an era when anesthetics and sedatives were very developed.

After a while, another group of people was driven into the square. Among them were a few familiar courtiers.

And this seems to be the last one, and Prince Manxi walks at a slow and leisurely pace.

The people who are "waiting" here are all men.

The ladies looked out of the upstairs windows in panic.

With the footsteps of the most honorable man in the country today, a "trial", or "purge", began:

"You are my father's most trusted person, and you have helped me. Mansey nodded lightly to the first minister, "I give you the respect you deserve. ”

The minister, who seemed to be a man of great authority, bowed his head with poise and bowed to Manxi.

Next, the person standing beside him must be his wings.

Mansey passed one, two, and then stopped in front of the third with a smile.

"If my memory is not wrong, I remember that you once addressed the king, praising Manka and belittling me. He said.

The attendant immediately defended himself with a loud voice, shouting "I have not been like this".

But Manxi's face did not change, he just waved his hand, and immediately two guards stepped forward and dragged him out of the crowd.

The attendant was pinned to the ground and summarily executed. The black axe cut off his head, and in an instant blood splattered the steps, even splashing onto the pillars.

Things changed in an instant, and the smell of fear spread.

That's pretty much what happened after that, Mansey saluted some and shook his head at others.

Blood and corpses had accumulated in layers, staining the steps in front of the plaza a scarlet color. The disgusting smell of blood was so strong that it seemed to be corporeal.

Mo Shi noticed that he could not restrain his trembling.

He was already feeling slightly dizzy from blood loss.

He lowered his head and endured the discomfort. Mansey Golden Lion's richly embroidered leather boots came as far as his eye could see.

"From ...... Guests of the Firefinch. The man said slowly.

"Yes, Your Highness Manka. I am Dino Skylight, Flame Catcher, son of Duke Firesparrow. Dino was neither humble nor arrogant, with a hint of resistance. And took a step forward, slightly blocking in front of Mo Shi.

Manxi raised an eyebrow slightly.

"Firesparrows are known for their rebelliousness and strength. He smiled lightly, "It's rude." ”

He stepped away and walked to the next person.

Dino couldn't help but let out a long breath.

He looked back at Mo Shi, and when he saw the affirmative gratitude and smile on Mo Shi's face, he couldn't help but feel a little ashamed, scratched the back of his head, and turned back into the original young man.

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After the horrific and brutal "purge", they were "returned" to their original quarters by the guards.

Mo Shi did not tell him where he lived, so he was escorted to Dino's room.

"Oh my God, God forbid, Lord Moshi! What's wrong with your hand?

After the door was closed, Mo Shi heard Duna's voice coming from the corridor. But she wasn't allowed in. Mo Shi could hear her knocking on the door with a "bang", and was scolded and taken away by the guards.

After Duna's shouting was completely inaudible, Mo Shi slowly sat down on the carpet.

He felt even more strongly – isolated.

He felt that this time was different.

It wasn't the same as what had happened to him before.

He had never lost control of what had happened to him before, even about a confusing murder in a locked room. Faced with the intertwined schemes of people and the direction forged by various uneven luck, they are like being blindfolded and playing a game.

He also hated the feeling of being incapacitated: his duty was that of the firesparrow's retainer, who was supposed to serve his little master, but at the moment he was helpless.

Or, to put it more rationally than socially, Morse's job here is to assist Dino Firesparrow, and he is supposed to do what he is supposed to do – and that's the value of professional existence. Even if he really doesn't have a sense of master and servant, he should at least do his duty.

But the current situation is that he has been protected and even cared for by Dino Firebird too many times.

The boy did have an admirable sense of responsibility, he protected his friends, he protected his retainers, he never flinched, he never complained.

Mo Shi couldn't help rubbing his fingers, and the next moment he was hit by the sharp pain caused by the touch on the wound.

"Are your hands alright, Mr. Moshi?" the boy walked over to him and crouched down across from him, looking worried.

"It's fine. "With the help of the blue bird, such wounds will not be unhealed and the risk of infection will be reduced. But if Bluebird wasn't there, he couldn't guarantee that the wound, which was so deep that it was tearing the muscle, would get worse. However, the truth is that the bluebird is not with him now - the staff has been taken away by the guards.

Yes, this is another reason why Mo Shi feels extremely restless.

He wasn't very worried about the damage to the bluebird:

Despite his exile, the Blue Bird is an artificial intelligence product of the "Institution", and since it is endowed with the power of basic healing magic, it will certainly not lack the techniques it may need to protect itself.

Of course, Mo Shi still hoped that the soldiers would not be rough with the blue bird.

But at least they misjudged one thing.

- Mo Shi doesn't rely much on the staff to cast spells, and he doesn't even rely too much on his hands.

As long as his mental barrier is strong enough, he can still perform all the spells he knows. Unfortunately, the pain and uneasiness did affect him.

When he closed his eyes, the corpses piled up in the square were still bright red and vivid.

But he asked himself not to think about it.

There is no point in being bound by fear.

"Master Dino. ”

He looked at the young man sitting in front of him with a sullen face.

"We'll figure it out. He said.