One move that made me lose half of my blood?

Who the hell is this keyboard killer?

I kept an eye on everything around me, holding the Poor Ghost Shield on my highest alert.

It was the most dangerous situation I had ever faced, and the grievances in my heart had been replaced by a constant fear of death.

As the time passed, the cold sweat gradually soaked my clothes, and the cold fabric clung to my back.

The keyboard killer never launched a second attack.

Why?

Want to wait for me to let my guard down before making a move?

I pretended to be a little lax and tentative, but the second attack still didn't come.

The crowd around me gave me strange looks.

I was in no mood to pay attention to other people's opinions, and I remained on high alert, quickly leaving this dangerous place and running in the direction of the palace.

The crowd of onlookers parted to both sides and voluntarily made way for a road. Except for the keyboard killer who never showed up, there was no one here to stop me from leaving.

Back in my room in the palace, I still didn't dare to let my guard down.

It wasn't until after another period of time that my total blood volume finally returned to full strength, and my tense nerves dared to relax a little.

Why did that young man assassinate me?

There's no way I've offended him, and I've never even met him.

Who sent him?

I thought of two possible people, the second generation of local tyrants and the king's teacher.

But this is just my speculation, and in the absence of evidence, I can only be vigilant in normal times.

However, what is the keyboard killer?

I thought about the time when youth appeared and the attacks on me by keyboard killers.

Could it be that the two of them are in a gang?

No, it's not very likely, the young man was easily killed by me, and the keyboard killer made me half a blood in a second. The strength of the two is not at the same level at all.

I've been thinking about it for a long time, but I can't come up with a reason.

But at least one thing is certain.

Someone wants to work against me.

The next morning, after a hasty breakfast, I went to the square between the palace and the altar.

Because this is the place where the king arranged for us to recruit servants.

Teacher Niu, they have already arrived first.

There was a hint of anger in the eyes of the crowd around me looking at me. Probably everyone heard about the killing of someone yesterday.

But what can I do, I was also forced to act.

Should I explain that again?

Forget it, no matter how much I explain it, no one will believe it, right?

I wondered, there were so many people on the street yesterday, there must have been a few people who knew that I was forced to defend myself, why didn't anyone stand up and say justice?

As I walked towards Mr. Niu's location, I looked at the second generation of local tyrants, hoping to get a clue from his expression about yesterday's assassin.

He felt my gaze and looked at me, and there was no other unusual expression on his face except for a hint of displeasure.

It was not long before the king came to the square, surrounded by his courtiers, and I looked at the old courtier beside him, the king's teacher.

He looked at me too, with a smile on his lips.

For some reason, his smile gave me a hint of a successful plan.

There are wicked people around the king?

King says:

"Now that all the heroes are here, let's get started, Bart."

Bart took a step forward and pointed his left hand at us.

There was an eye in the palm of his hand!

I was stunned for a moment.

But looking at the people around them, they seem to know this anomaly.

Well, it shouldn't be surprising to be the only summoner in the kingdom that there are some special places. I've seen reports of two-headed babies on multimedia before.

Bart is pitiful enough, both eyes are blind, and luckily he has an eye on his hand, which should help him gain vision.

"These five are heroes sent by the gods......

Bart walked through our relevant information and said:

"Now, those who want to contribute to the kingdom can choose a hero and enter into a servant contract on the premise that both parties are willing to do so. Choose which hero you want to stand behind you. ”

The crowd surged, and from time to time someone squeezed out of the crowd and stood behind the second generation of local tyrants, and no one wanted to follow me.

Oops! It must have been the result of yesterday's events.

It seems that I have to explain it again, otherwise, I'm afraid I won't be able to receive a servant today, and I don't want to fight alone.

"Your Majesty, I have something to explain!"

"Chen Yingying, now is the time for all heroes to accept followers, if there is anything, it is not too late to wait until the followers are collected."

It was the king's teacher who spoke.

This made me even more suspicious that maybe he had sent someone to assassinate me.

The purpose is not to let me receive servants?

The king did not speak, and there was no attitude on his face.

"Your Majesty, I just need a little time, and I won't delay for too long."

"Chen Yingxing!" Teacher Wang frowned and said:

"You can't be too selfish, do you want to waste the time of other heroes for a little thing of your own?"

I looked at Mr. Niu and saw that they were indeed a little impatient with me.

The second generation of local tyrants snorted coldly, don't look away, it seems that they don't even want to see me.

I'm annoying, right?!

But I can't care about it so much, so instead of talking to the old guy, I'd better just say it.

"Your Majesty, I ...... yesterday"

"Chen Yingying, let's talk about it after I finish collecting the servants." The king finally spoke, but told me to shut up.

"Your Majesty! ......”

"Presumptuous! Relying on the identity of a hero, do you dare to ignore even His Majesty's words? ”

I glared at Teacher King, the old immortal. Where did I offend him?

I was annoyed, because I was almost sure that what happened yesterday was designed by that old thing.

"Okay, don't hurt the harmony for a little thing." The king looked at me and said:

"Chen Yingying, if there is anything to talk about later, this king will definitely listen to you carefully, no matter how long you want to talk."

At this point, it's useless for me to dwell on it, it will only make it more annoying.

In the end, the second generation of local tyrants accepted the most servants, more than 20, and Mr. Niu also collected some more or less.

And for me, nothing miracles happened.

Seeing that they have made contracts with the Servants, I really want to dig a hole in the ground and get in.

No one wants to follow me, and it's so humiliating that I don't even dare to look at other people's eyes.

Well? There is a private message in the chat interface:

The second generation of local tyrants: No one wants to follow the murderer.

Me: I'm not a murderer, I'm just defending myself.

The second generation of local tyrants: You say that legitimate defense is legitimate defense? Who believes?

Me: You designed to frame me?

The second generation of local tyrants: Hehe, specially designed to frame a garbage who can't receive servants? Interesting?

"Chen Yingying, what did you just say?"

I am a little relieved that the king has not forgotten this.

"Your Majesty, I killed a ...... yesterday"

The king interrupted me and said:

"This king already knows about this matter, the teacher sent someone to investigate last night, the young man who was killed was an assassin who was bewitched by the evil force, Chen Yingying just fought back in self-defense, and he was not guilty."

Got the results of the investigation so quickly?

Tempted by evil forces? Is that really the case?

I was skeptical, and my gut told me that it might not be that simple.

But the king has said so, and I am not in a position to question it.

I've finally been cleared, but it's a pity that there is no other meaning now than to prove my innocence.

No! The Followers don't need a specific time and place, and I might be able to fight for myself.

I cheekily shouted at the crowd:

"I'm sure everyone heard about my murder yesterday, but just now His Majesty the King has cleared me, I'm just fighting back in self-defense, not a person who loves to kill, if anyone is willing to conclude a servant contract with me, I am very welcome."

I looked around at the crowd and watched as they were talking to each other.

I waited a long time. It's a pity that no one came forward after all.

"Lord Hero, please accept me as a servant."

A beautiful voice came, and a beautiful girl about 15 years old appeared in the distance, trotting over with her skirt in her hand.