Chapter 241: The Long Street Assassination

Now in the Ed Continent, although neither the God of Light nor the God of War has too strict requirements for races, and various countries are more lenient on dwarves, orcs and other races, it is undeniable that there are fewer and fewer elves, and there are only a few elf tribes in the entire continent.

And these elf tribes are protected by some big forces, these elves often do not leave their safe territory under the protection of big forces, or blend in the crowd in the local country, such as Jiani, who serves as the chief of the guard in the Principality of Lange, which is very rare, which also has a certain relationship with the traditional belief areas of the Principality of Lange and the surrounding goddesses of nature.

In the rest of the country, elves have almost become a noun in the naturalist illustrated book, and after tea and dinner, everyone said with a lewd smile on their faces, and the elf beauties in captivity in the home of a certain nobleman will always attract everyone's interest in peachy news.

In fact, in the Ed continent, the recent rumors of the elven pet concubine are just rumors, that is, in the harem of Jill VI of the Grand Empire, it is said that there is an elf woman with a beautiful nature.

For the rest, except around the Principality of Lanji, you can't even see it in the slave market.

Now, in a city that is not ranked among the top three in the Odan's Empire, in a certain cloth shop near the slums, there is actually an elf appearing! This is a sensational big news, and of course to everyone's regret, this elf is a man.

The day after the dozen or so young men who were captives went to work in the cloth shop, the old baron had to pull Hui Gang, who was at home to manage the papers, into the cloth shop.

The excitement of the scene was completely beyond Hui Gang's imagination, and the monk, who was extremely lacking in knowledge of some details of this world, naturally did not know that elves belonged to a scarce beauty landscape, especially in a large inland country like Odan. The scene, which was originally just a street for merchants, is now completely filled with men and women dressed in all kinds of decent clothing.

Under the maintenance of several fierce and fierce strong men, a certain order is maintained in front of the "Redemption" cloth shop, and one of the big men, Hui Gang, is no stranger, Vincent's subordinates.

Many well-dressed people with curiosity and excitement on their faces, waiting in line to enter the cloth shop, Hui Gang looked at it with some astonishment, and finally smiled a little unbearable. The old baron took him with him all the time. Looking at the monk's expression that had been solemn since returning home, his expression relaxed, and he also laughed a few words.

Then he said to the monk in embarrassment:

"Walt, these people you got from there, there is actually an elf, and now the store is full of people who come to see the excitement, but the blessing of dragging this elf clerk has increased his income in the past few days. ”

Speaking of this, the old Baron Fleet smiled bitterly a few times, and continued:

"I still want to quit this elf. ”

The monk already understood what the old baron meant, but he still smiled and asked:

"What's wrong with that?"

"It's too conspicuous, I think it's good for our family to do business in a plain way, we can't expect too many things, and we are already very grateful for the blessing of the Supreme God of Light to be like this. ”

After saying the old man's pious prayer, his face was full of satisfaction, Hui Gang only felt a pain in his heart, the old man must have suffered a lot in the past few years. The two of them had been standing on the corner of the street and looking at the noisy crowd inside, and some emotion came to their hearts in their hearts.

When the old baron was praying sincerely, he felt that Fleet beside him was moved to hug him, and suddenly felt very warm in his heart, since his son came back, it is rare to see such an intimate gesture, of course, for Hui Gang, this kind of hug means that he is very uncomfortable with intimate movements.

The monk hugged old Fleet and moved the old man in the direction.

Three short swords flashing blue stabbed towards here, the speed was not very fast, not even the strong wind was raised, although it was the edge of the street, but it was the same people coming and going, and a few young people who seemed to be watching the bustle walk past the father and son of Fleet suddenly pulled out their short swords.

Their aura was very well disguised, Hui Gang didn't even feel their murderous aura, they just calmly pulled out their swords, and then stabbed over, the speed can even be called slow, but the so-called dark under the lamp, the more this is the case, the monk is almost hidden.

It's just that the only flaw that shows is that it exudes a faint odor, and the sword flashes with blue light, which is quenched with poison. This kind of venom can already be called tasteless, but after all, it still can't hide from the monk with six senses.

The sword is not fast, and it has no strength, but the violent poison of the venom on it, as long as it is scratched through the skin, it will have a fatal effect, but it has been discovered, it is ineffective, and at the moment when the old Baron Fleet was removed, the monk's finger was clicked a few times.

The three daggers seemed to have been hit by a sledgehammer, and they were suddenly distorted and deformed, and the person in charge of the assassination was obviously experienced, and after missing the blow, he did not continue to entangle there, but turned around and walked towards the crowded place, looking slow, in fact, like a loach, flexibly serial in the crowd.

However, their speed was still not worth mentioning in front of the monk, and at the moment when they just walked, Hui Gang had already stretched out his hand, although they were far away, they still pressed on everyone, and the internal force was collected and spit out.

The three assassins only felt their bodies suffocate for a while, and they didn't feel anything anymore, knowing that they couldn't stay here for long, and they ran away quickly into the crowd.

The old baron knew nothing of these things, and was a little moved by the sudden intimacy expressed by his son. He took out a handkerchief to wipe the corners of his already moist eyes, patted the monk's shoulder wordlessly, and after a while calmed his emotions, and said slowly:

"The day you went to the execution ground, I thought my life was over, and I don't know why the God of Light favored our family so much and let you return to us. ”

Hui Gang helped the old baron to squeeze through the crowd and entered the cloth shop through the side door, where a dozen druids were quite resigned, but the face of the elf starlight was as cold as if it were frost, because the people crowded in front of the counter were all aristocratic ladies and ladies with excited and intoxicated expressions on their faces.

The charm of the elves is really unstoppable, and probably only when the folk customs are more free and loose Lan and the Maedan city-state are united, there will be a situation where the elves are more accustomed to.

Elven Starlight knew that after standing in front of this counter for a day, his position within the Elven Clan, and even his father's authority as an elder in the Green Leaf Alliance, would be greatly damaged, but the fear that the blonde young man who could kill them at any time far outweighed the other feelings.

So now there is only one thing that Elf Starlight can do, and he said coldly to those people in front of him:

"If you don't buy it, please let the customers in the back come in......"

Then came a round of purchases that resembled a no-money-for-nothing state, and a scream that was even more fascinated by his coldness. Looking at all this interesting everything, the monk couldn't help laughing when he stood behind, and after about five minutes, Huigang patted the head of Fei'er, who was watching the excitement on the side, and whispered to her:

"Phil, hold the furball and don't leave Mr. Baron, you know?"

Fei'er nodded sensibly, the monk followed a few people in the shop and said that he had something to go out, turned around and walked out of the cloth shop, this street was full of people, but a little deeper into the slum, you will see that the inside is still the same, those who are busy for three meals will definitely not care about the elves coming in the cloth shop.

Seeing that there was no one around, Hui Gang had already gone to the roof, and he rushed towards the west of the city with all his energy.

After the three killers came out of the crowd, they crossed the bridge, and there was a very simple carriage on the side of the road, where the driver was yawning very boredly, apparently the afternoon sun had lulled people to sleep. The Assassins didn't say hello and got into the carriage, as if they didn't know anything.

But just at this time he woke up, and with a flick of the reins, the carriage sped towards the north of the city.

To the south of the city is the slum where the Fleet is located, and to the north of the city is the location of the Great Lake of the Eye of the Stars, where the rich merchants and nobles lived, and to the west of the city is the headquarters of the government and the city guards. There was also an inner fort built against the city walls, and the city guards were stationed in it.

The carriage galloped rapidly down the road, but when it reached the junction, the carriage staggered with another cart carrying firewood and grass, and the carriage did not stop and ran to the pier on the edge of the Lake of Stars, found an open space, stopped the horse, and then the driver stopped the carriage as if he was waiting for something, and took a nap on the carriage again.

The cart with the firewood and grass walked slowly to the inner fort in the west of the city, which was a common act of replenishment, and it was also an inland city in peacetime.

The soldiers who were guarding the door didn't even check and just let them in. The inner fort was very wide, divided into various camps and training grounds, in one of the training grounds, more than a dozen people stood there quietly, as if waiting for something, pulling the firewood and grass cart to the door, and three people came out of the firewood and grass pile.