Chapter Ninety-Six: Hidden Master

There was undisguised appreciation in the eyes of the attackers.

After the second encounter, he was already very sure that the young man's current real combat strength was not as good as his own, to be precise, he should be at least one level lower than himself, about the appearance of a sixth-level soldier to the peak of the sixth-level battle. But it was precisely this young man who was a whole level lower than his own strength that achieved the effect of breaking his own offensive twice in a row and forcing him to return to the same place.

Just like this time, in the face of his powerful direct stab, the young man hit the same part of his spear body four times in a row, skillfully eliminating the majestic fighting spirit and domineering offensive he exerted on the spear, making his attack once again futile. In other words, by virtue of the advantage of skill, the disadvantage of the overall realm is offset.

Considering the real age of the teenager, it is very impressive.

Normer also admired the courage of his enemies.

In the face of the complex and dazzling array of spears, the attackers did not rush to retreat and dodge like ordinary strong men, or the horizontal spears were greatly raised to block, but were extremely bold and aggressive to stab the middle of the spear flowers to attack instead of defend. If you make a mistake in judgment and fail to stop all the changes in what seems to be true and what is false, you will only be left with the only result of being shot in a certain vital place, and you will die on the spot.

However, if it is really a master of art, between the lightning and flint, the attacker dares to let go and hit the middle of the road, and stabs the junction point of his gun flower by hitting it hard, and it is also the only weak part of the gun to be resolved, showing the demeanor and courage of a first-class strong man, and he has a lot of courage. Who would dare to take this risk? To put it mildly, it is estimated that it is not much worse than a leopard's!

The boy coughed lightly, his eyes flickering over his enemy, thinking about something.

After two short but intense confrontations with a single hit, the two sides did not have the mentality of rushing to achieve results, but stopped and pondered very calmly.

Just when the surrounding people shouted and killed for days, fighting to the death, and the fight was heating up, this place strangely entered a silent stalemate stage.

Just as the fierce assailant and Normer stopped fighting, staring at each other, patiently searching for the other's flaws, the tall, lanky leader of the attackers was about to open the door of the carriage in which the Marquise de Ryder was riding, and the body of the rider lay at his feet, blood gurgling from the wound in his throat and staining the weeds on the ground.

On the other side of the carriage, the guards of the Marquis's Mansion who were accompanying the carriage were upside down, and the corpse was lying on the muddy ground, his head fell more than two meters away, and the weapon in his hand flew somewhere. Judging from the appearance of the corpse, it was actually the Marquise's bodyguard who tried to escape, and made a low-level mistake of turning his back on a strong enemy in a hurry, which eventually led to the end of the body in a different place.

With a sneer on his face, the leader of the attackers pulled up the decorative strip on the outside of the carriage with his hand and used it to wipe the sharp blade with it, gently and slowly. The expensive silk satin was used as a rag to wipe away the bloodstains, and became a prop for his deliberately elegant posture, which was at the mercy of will.

Just like the situation that its self-righteous master mother is about to face.

Looking around the carriage, no one had enough strength to change the intruder's move, and the highest-ranking lady of the Marquis de Ryder's Mansion could not avoid becoming a lamb in the mouth of the tiger.

Rewind to a short time ago, after instructing the "Fourth" to clean up the teenager who had caused them a lot of trouble, the leader of the attackers walked to the carriage of the Marquise de Ryder with confidence.

The carriage had a special mark marked by a mole, and the exterior was richly decorated, so at a glance it was known that it was the stupid woman with the highest status in the palace, and the marquise in it was the head of the woman whom the employer had specially named to be captured alive.

There are a lot of strange people in the world, so there are a lot of strange things, if it weren't for the several particularly strange demands made by his employer, why would he have to make such a big move, and first deal with the mercenaries who accompanied him? According to his temperament, he had already mobilized a large number of subordinates to come to ambush him, and fired arrows from both sides of the mountain wall to the bottom, no matter what kind of marquise and countess, the head of the mercenary regiment, and the deputy head of the mercenary group, all of them could be shot into a dead hedgehog, and it was very simple to catch the turtles in the urn.

Of course, even if he really planned to implement it like this, he would be caught off guard by the boy's suggestion that he would not play cards according to common sense, and in desperation, he would be forced to change the ambush to a pursuit, and the secret plan to an open attack. Typical plans can't keep up with change.

The leader walked very slowly, he knew that there was a strong guard with strong martial arts next to the marquise, the identity of the traitor was not high, it would be good to be able to find out the news, and he really didn't have the ability to find out who this master guard was.

In fact, this is one of the traditional practices of the old aristocracy, in order to ensure the personal safety of important people in the family as much as possible, as long as conditions permit, such important people will arrange a strong master to secretly guard, depending on the gender and age of the protected person, and other specific circumstances, give the master the corresponding false identity cover-up, what tutor teacher, accompanying reading boy, butler, coachman, maid are possible.

In the eyes of those who are familiar with the inside story, this habit can barely be called a semi-public secret, but knowing is known, and who the master is, often only the head of the family who has arranged it himself, otherwise it is not a secret.

Therefore, the leader is very careful, it seems that he is walking leisurely, but in fact, he is watching and listening to all directions, and the two sides of the desperate struggle, the screams one after another fall in his eyes and ears, which seem to be real and ethereal, and his attention is shrouded in a radius of more than ten or twenty meters, and there is no big wind or grass to hide from him.

Victory must be on his side, and he did not want to be stabbed through the heart from behind while he happily opened the door of the Marquise's carriage, and died in vain. Then a happy event will become a funeral, and he will become a tragic hero.

In charge of protecting the carriage of the Marquise de Ryder, it was several female mercenaries led by Julie, as well as several Marquis's palace guards that the Marquise brought with her every day. The attacking enemy is highly skilled and generally superior to the people in the convoy, which forces Julie and the others to take joint defenses, protecting each other back to back, and resisting the attackers' attacks with difficulty.

Seeing that the leader of the attackers was slowly approaching, approaching the car door step by step, and the Marquise could fall into the hands of the enemy at any time, Julie was so anxious that her eyes were on fire, and she roared angrily and waved her knife again and again, and the knife was wrapped in a fiery red fighting spirit, not to kill and injure the enemy, but only to force back the attacker in front of her, so as to stop the terrible man who was approaching the noblewoman.

In the fierce battle valley, the tall and thin enemy leader held his hands behind his back, calmly condensed his qi without hair, and his momentum was compelling, and he was very difficult to provoke at first glance.

The experienced attackers, who were helplessly standing in front of Julie, had long seen through her intentions, and neither desperately blocked nor retreated sharply, but very patiently moved slowly from side to side, each time he moved, and then quickly moved back, refusing to give way to the marquise's carriage, clearly delaying time.

Each other is a third-level soldier, the strength is equal, and the combat skills are basically at the same level, it is impossible to defeat the other party in a hurry, Julie is anxious and angry, shouting angrily to attack, and her face is red.

"Yo, why is the eldest sister's face so red? Could it be that there is a lack of men at night, can you see me Sichun?"

When it comes to disturbing the minds of their opponents, the attackers are all connoisseurs, and they laugh at Julie with ease, and the face covered by the face towel is obviously full of malicious smiles.

"Fuck your mother's ass!

Julie was so anxious that she slashed straight at the enemy's head, and the fighting spirit on the knife doubled.

The attacker made a "swing" word, the scimitar in his hand was covered with a layer of aqua blue fighting energy, and following the momentum, he lightly placed it on the head of the long knife chopped by the female mercenary, and slightly downward, he unloaded most of the power of the long knife, and at the same time did not forget to continue to tease and anger the opponent, he said with a strange smile: "What is the eldest sister anxious about?" My mother died early, so I lacked maternal love when I was a child, and when I grew up, I liked older women the most, and the eldest sister like you has always been my favorite, and I have to play several times a month. Since the eldest sister calls herself 'old lady', wouldn't it just make up for my childhood regrets, and make a pair of wild mandarin ducks with me, and achieve good things in this valley?"

Fighting, you can't win the enemy, bickering, not that idle effort and mood. Julie doesn't have any effective and good solutions other than thunderstorming.

The captain couldn't help the enemy, and the rest of the female mercenaries, who were too busy to take care of themselves, were of course even more powerless to divide their troops to stop them, but they were lucky to escape.

Walking slowly and methodically, he knew that it was an important person of the enemy who appeared at a glance, and the leader of the attackers was convinced that at this critical juncture, the master guards who had been hiding on the side did not dare not show up.

No matter who you are, you can't afford to be charged with losing your mother.

Sure enough, when the leader of the attackers was clearly walking straight towards Madame's carriage, and the purpose could no longer be clear, a short and chubby figure had to "roll" out of a corner and stop in front of him, and before he could stand firmly, he sighed heavily.

"It's you?"

Looking at the so-called opponent in front of him, who was dressed in butler clothes and had a rather distinctive body shape, the tall and thin leader of the attackers smiled, angry and funny, plus a little surprised.

It is said that every fat man is a potential stock, and this fat butler who seems to be full of fat intestines should not be underestimated.

"No way, it's not me, who else can it be? I don't want to come out to see you. ”

A face that smiles all day long, without a trace of the usual hippie smiling face, he looked at the leader of the attackers solemnly, dropped his disguised round face and was not angry and arrogant, but unfortunately the words that came out of his mouth carried a strong sigh, showing how helpless he was at the moment.

To the surprise of the traitor, this big master who is not on his speculation list at all is actually a cautious and cautious all day long, laughing three times when he sees people without speaking, and nodding his head in the face of the hostess, and Clay Butler who is often scolded by the marquise so much that he can't raise his head and is covered with cold sweat!