Chapter 349: Prologue (3) The Assassin and the Vase

There was the last alley in front of him, and Dylan, realizing this, stopped. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

"I know what to do" and "I'm not going to go to the dark street" are two different meanings, and although he used this excuse to convince himself to come all the way, Dilan was still deterred at this last moment.

Looking at her hometown "Black Street", she stopped. Because he knew very well what his beloved Marshal meant, he was equally aware that what he was doing now was a clear disobedience.

"Alas!" the guilt in his heart made him sigh, and he couldn't help but think that he might as well go back otherwise.

However, at this moment, a "bang" sounded behind him, like a coarse cloth shaking in the wind. This is followed by a "bang", which represents the fall of a heavy object to the ground, which is not strong but has some elasticity. Then, there is the sound of breathing as thin as the chirping of mosquitoes.

It was all telling Dylan who had jumped behind him. Is it an accident? No. Dylan intuitively sensed that the other party's purpose was him, so he became vigilant but did not immediately turn away.

The alleys are narrow, and the movement of the human body is restricted, especially in the left and right directions. And if Dilan, who was wearing full body armor, turned around, he would definitely make an extremely loud sound that covered the surrounding environment, which was a bit bad in the current situation.

Because, Dilan is facing away from the comer, and his eyes can't see the scene behind him. If the opponent's attack is well timed, it will be too late to react visually, no matter how fast you turn. After all, we can only rely on hearing.

In that case, it is better to leave the judgment to the sense of hearing from the beginning to the end. In this way, it would be unwise to disrupt yourself by turning around unwisely and making a loud noise in the armor. It's better to keep it the way it is, so that it doesn't change.

Then, as Dilan's instincts felt, it was the other party who was aiming for him.

The man paused slightly, then immediately rushed towards Dilan. His footsteps were soft, but aggressive, and there was no doubt that they had attacked.

Dylan carefully grasped the opponent's knots with his ears, and then suddenly turned around, while pulling out his sword with his left hand upside down.

"Ding!"

A short knife collided with the blade of a broadsword.

At this moment, Dylan also saw the other party's appearance clearly. It was a young boy wearing a hooded cape, with the retractable collar of the kind of special tights often worn by assassins to hide the lower half of his face.

Immediately afterward, Dylan reached for his right hand and pulled out his short knife as a secondary weapon and countered back at the attacking enemy, but the opponent pulled back in time to let the bottom-up blow miss.

This is also a consequence of course. The young assassin appeared behind Dilan, and when he came, he naturally saw the secondary weapon placed behind his waist, how could he not be on guard.

In this way, after a confrontation, the two people distanced themselves.

"Ding!"

Immediately, Dylan returned the broadsword that had not been fully drawn back to the scabbard, and changed the short knife in his right hand to a positive position to face the battle.

Seeing this, a trace of astonishment flashed in the young assassin's eyes. It seems that he didn't expect that Dylan, who is a knight, would use the same melee short knife as him as the main weapon in this battle.

However, after being surprised, he hooked the corners of his mouth again, as if admiring it, and then rushed towards Dylan again.

And Dylan didn't show weakness, and stepped forward to meet the assassin.

The two quickly closed the distance between each other and began a second encounter.

The Assassin stabbed Dylan in the neck, and Dylan blocked as if he had anticipated the path of the knife, and then stabbed the Assassin in the neck as if he had done it. However, the Assassin did as Dylan did, parrying off Dylan's short knife.

"Jingle Bell!"

Between the constant contact of the two short knives, a wonderful scene was staged in the narrow alley. Dylan and the Assassin, two people use the same weapons and the same number of ways to attack or defend.

If someone passes by here and sees this scene at this time, they must think that this is a battle between the brothers and sisters, rather than a fight between the assassin and the assassin.

In this way, after a series of fights, as the two short knives collided violently again, Dilan and the assassin, both of whom stopped further action.

"Bang!"

There was a crisp sound, followed by four eyes facing each other, and then Dylan smiled slightly and put away his posture. Then, incredibly, the Assassin also lifted his fighting stance.

Inserting the short knife back into the scabbard at his waist, and then removing the collar that covered his face to reveal a delicate and handsome face, the young assassin cocked the corners of his mouth and said to Dylan, who had also put away the knife, "Ah, it's been a long time, Dylan. ”

"Hmm. Long time no see, Aaron. Dylan called out the other man's name with a wistful smile.

"You can't do that!"

This is the courtyard of the dormitory where the servants in the imperial capital "Yuma" lived, and among the many working maids, a young woman was nervously exclaiming at another person who wanted to help.

Hearing her voice, the others poked their heads out of the hangers and cast their eyes in the direction of the voice.

At the intersection of everyone's eyes was a petite maid, about thirteen years old, with blonde hair and a double ponytail, and a childish face that was very cute as if she were a pure angel.

When the girl heard the call to herself, she turned to look at the maid who was shouting at her, and was a little unhappy.

"Why not?" she scolded, wearing an ordinary maid's outfit that made people older than her panic, "Are you trying to say that everyone can work, but only I can't do it!"

That's right, from the self-titled "I", it is not difficult to see that this is not a little maid but the current empress of the Empire, Her Majesty Shirley V. Ayavinia.

Therefore, the maid who had shouted to her earlier was unusually frightened, lowering her head and wandering away from her gaze.

"That's not the case! The concubine would never dare, no! This kind of work that is so simple that we can all do it is certainly not difficult for Your Majesty. It's just that this is the work of the subordinates, and these are all things that concubines and others need to use. How could such a noble body as Your Majesty be troubled by such men's rough work and things? ”

"Just because it's the rough work of the subordinates, I have to do it!" said the empress Shirley categorically, "My father said that to be a good emperor, you must first understand the suffering of the people. Besides, aren't you the ones who talked behind my back a few days ago that I'm just a 'vase'?"

"Poof!"

At this moment, almost all the maids fell to their knees, everyone was trembling with fear, and the one who spoke directly to Empress Shirley was about to collapse in front of the Empress.

At this time, Empress Shirley noticed that she seemed to have lost her words.

"Well, I didn't mean to reproach you. Just ......"

"Your Majesty!"

Hearing the call of a gloomy male voice, Empress Shirley noticed that there was already a middle-aged knight in pale blue armor and a thin and gloomy face in front of her, the captain of the Imperial City Guard, Lasaus.

"Lasaus. What's the matter?"

"The two dignitaries scheduled for today's meeting, the Holy Maiden of the Church, Elegan, and the Imperial Marshal Miridrian, have arrived. Your Excellency the Prime Minister has sent me to ask for instructions from Your Majesty. ”

"yes, it's already here. Those two are indispensable great men who support the empire, and they should not be neglected. I'm going to go, but ......," said Empress Shirley, turning her head to look at the prostrate maid, "until then, I'll ask you to change my clothes." ”

"Yes, the concubine will definitely atone for her sins!" replied the maid in a trembling voice.

This made Queen Shirley feel a little unpleasant. She didn't hold them accountable for gossiping, because in a sense they were right. However, there are now important things that come first, so I won't explain too much.

In this way, Empress Shirley ended her uninitiated activity of "experiencing the suffering of the people" and threw herself into the work of vases, which was the only thing she could do as an emperor.