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Angelo's face was extremely pale, he didn't expect Sean to really dare to do anything to him, Sean will always play the role of a dog in his eyes. When he needed the dog to bite, Sean silently bit the enemy. When he needs Sean to scare others, Sean will show his ugly face and scream a few times. Although many times the dog is not so obedient, Angelo always thinks that he has not only a rope around the dog's neck, but also a stick in his hand.

Although Sean's dog became fatter and fatter as there were fewer and fewer people he didn't like and more people who obeyed him, Angelo never thought that the dog would come back and bite him. Sean has indeed become a big problem for him, especially after the annexation of the last mercenary group, Sean is almost enough to match him in terms of armed forces. Even at this point, he didn't think that Sean would dare to kill him, because he was a nobleman, and Sean was just a pariah, the son of a technician, and a wild seed who didn't know who gave birth to him.

This kind of person can't be on the stage at all, and he is not qualified.

There are two reasons why he wants to get rid of Sean, the first reason is that Sean's plump wings make Angelo gradually lose absolute control over Sean, Sean has formed a wide range of factions in the city of Veneer, and has connected a huge network of interests, but he Angelo is excluded. As the lord of the city, everything in the city is taken for granted...... Not exactly his, he just needs to run and make a profit, but he is excluded, which makes him feel like he has lost control of power, and he is like an outsider, stupidly watching others plot something.

The second reason is that Sean's desire for power, his desire for the privileged class is too strong, and this fiery desire makes Angelo feel uneasy. Sean is not a person who is willing to be lonely, he has crazy desires, this desire will be the greatest motivation when it is controllable, when the desire comes out of the rein and can no longer be controlled, it is a boundless flame, to ignite everything, to burn everything! Angelo does not know if if he fulfills his promise and makes Sean the captain of the garrison, Sean will be safe and secure as an insignificant privileged class, or will he delusionally continue to climb up.

As a second-generation aristocrat, Angelo understands very well how sweet and seductive power is. If he couldn't get in touch with power, and couldn't appreciate the pleasure that power brought by it, which was more addictive than the high tide, maybe Angelo wouldn't want to get rid of this ambitious person so quickly.

It's a pity that power gave Sean the motivation to go up and work hard, but it also brought him destruction. He was just a pariah, the son of a technician, and a wild seed of a prostitute.

Until now, Angelo has never regretted the decision he made, and if he had to choose one thing to regret, he probably regretted the most because he chose Sean over other people who were easier to control.

As if he felt that his palm was a little slippery, he raised his hand in horror and looked at it, wet soil was still very common at this time, just why the mud in the palm of his hand seemed to have a little pungent smell. He put his palm in front of the tip of his nose and sniffed, his face turned three points paler, he clenched his teeth, and gritted his teeth: "This is fire oil!"

As if to confirm his words, more than a dozen houses around this T-junction burst into flames in an instant. The Assassins were apparently unsure of which room they would be hiding in, and simply doused the surrounding houses with fire oil, never allowing them to escape. The fire enveloped the room, smoke began to fill everywhere, and the temperature began to rise sharply. A large amount of water contained in the soil turns into water vapor at high temperatures, causing the temperature in the room to rise rapidly.

The worst thing is the oxygen that these fires take away when they burn, and the oxygen in the room surrounded by the fire is drastically decreasing, and the smoke is getting thicker and thicker, making it almost impossible to see the surrounding environment. The Blade of Light coughed up a few more mouthfuls of blood, and the smoke was inhaled into his lungs, forming a source of irritation, and with the arrow in his back, he had already begun to feel that life was rapidly leaving him. He looked back at Angelo in the corner with a glazed gaze, and his chest felt tight.

Is it worth dying here for such a nobleman?

He asked himself, after thinking about it for a long time, he always felt that it was not worth it. He is a sixth-level swordsman with the title of Blade of Light, a professional with a bright future! His mentor told him that as long as he can calm down, he may not be able to reach the pinnacle of a seventh-level or even eighth-level professional, leaving his own strong mark in history and being remembered by those who come after him. He will become a living legend, a strong man who lives in the spotlight of people, in the midst of cheers and praises.

And not like now!

To die for a nobleman, without any fame, without any meaning, is like a faithful hound.

The Lightblade's eyes hardened, and he muttered to himself, telling himself that he must not die here. He wants to live, continue to create miracles, and create his own brilliant future.

He took one last deep glance at Angelo, and the guilt in his heart disappeared without a trace with his own comfort.

I'm sorry, but I'm just a swordsman who takes people's money and does things for others, not a dead man.

The Blade of Light took a deep breath and quickly burst away the flames, Angelo's crazy wail remained in his ears, and his eyes became sharp without the slightest sympathy.

A figure slammed through the wall of flames and fell into the courtyard like a large fireball. At the same time, several powerful arrows shot from all directions, and the sound of hissing came in an instant. The Blade of Light rolled in embarrassment, and arrows of energy continued to fall close to the place where he had rolled. Then the strength of his legs kicked hard, and the whole person immediately leaned against the courtyard wall, his face turned red suddenly, and he opened his mouth and spurted out a mouthful of blood. The continuous big movements caused the arrows in the chest to be affected by external forces, making the injury even more serious, and it was almost impossible to suppress the injury.

He wiped the blood from his mouth and stood up with his hands raised, the flames on his body were extinguished, and he slowly exposed his arms, legs, feet, and half of his body. There was no energy arrow to come again, he was slightly happy in his heart, knowing that the target of those people was Angelo, not his inconspicuous little swordsman, and he walked out of the courtyard, raising his hands high, and the long sword was also thrown to the ground. The fire crackled and burned, and there was not a single pedestrian in sight on the surrounding streets, and Sean was really determined to rebel this time.

There was some resentment in his heart, and he had told Angelo earlier that Sean's dog had turned into a wolf, and if he didn't clean it up, he would threaten them. But what about Angelo? He always uses the excuse that it's not time, and keeps delaying it. In the heart of the Blade of Light, what bullshit interests, what bullshit relationships, isn't there nothing left when Sean dies? Who would pay attention to a dead person? Who would still think about being friends with a dead person?

"He's in there, in the corner. The Blade of Light didn't turn around, and pointed to the house inside, "I'm just...... Ahem, a guard, it's none of our business. He walked to the street outside the courtyard gate step by step, slowly, trying not to make his movements too large, "I am the Blade of Light, my mentor is named Star Ring, I ......"

He was interrupted by a few buzzing strings, he was already badly injured, and the loss of blood meant that the body could not get more oxygen, leaving his muscles constantly starved of oxygen, and therefore heavy and slow. His eyes were full of fear, and his body fell to the side, but he still didn't dodge all the bolts. His body shook several times as he fell, rolling to the ground.

Four half-cut bolts were stuck in his body, the most deadly of which was in his chest. Thick blood gushed out of his open mouth, and his hands and feet shook unconsciously, occasionally twitching. A mouthful of blood turned from dark red to bright red, and from bright red to dark red, and life was withdrawn from him little by little.

He seemed to see a familiar shadow, waved his hand at him, and happily ran towards the bright place in the distance, the shadow went to chase his dreams and future, and he stayed in this dark place. His eyelids grew heavier and his vision darker and darker, and he was finally surrounded by darkness and consumed by darkness.

Angelo, who was in the room, also seemed to notice that this was a nirvana, and he suddenly calmed down and crawled out from under the table. Standing in the smoke, tidying up his clothes. He slit open the palm of his hand with the letter knife he had with him, and combed his messy hair back into neatness after being wet with blood. He coughed violently, found a chair, and sat upright. He was not sitting in the house that was about to burn down, but in the lord's house.

With a contemptuous smile on his face, his gaze pierced through the curtain of flames and landed on the face of the man named Sean. Even if you kill me, I will still be a nobleman, and you will still be just a pariah, the child of a technical girl, the son of a prostitute. You won't be noble because of how much power you've got, and you won't be genuinely respected because people are afraid of you.

A smile tugged at the corners of his mouth, and he chuckled softly at the flames and smoke, "Sean, I'm waiting for you in hell." ”

The flames were finally extinguished after several hours of burning, and Sean, who was on crutches, calmly walked into the charred courtyard with a hint of arrogance, and the henchmen accompanying him were flushed with red faces and showed fanaticism.

Looking at the half-burned corpse that had been lifted out of the ruins, Sean couldn't help but sneer. Or it was invaded by the cold air, and the scorched black and tight skin began to shrink and crack, revealing a slightly white blood under the scorched black exterior, and fresh muscles. Sean reluctantly crouched down and smashed the half of the corpse with his crutches, which exploded with a crisp sound, and the head of the crutches sank deep into the corpse. Sean looked disgusted, stood up, looked at this guy who had once and peed on his nose with a complicated look, and let out a long sigh.

That's fate!

If Angelo had kept his promise, if Angelo hadn't humiliated Sean, if Angelo had been a little nicer to Sean, maybe none of this would have happened. Sean will become the captain of the city's garrison, stepping into a whole new class, becoming Angelo's most loyal lackey, clearing some obstacles for him.

It's all in the past, and from this day on, I'm the master of the city!