"Are you crazy?!"

Many of the elders stood up and looked at Sbarafel in shock, unable to believe what they had heard. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info Sbarafel actually found the Black Priest to assassinate Bolson? Whether it succeeds or not, it will eventually lead to a new round of killings.

"I'm not crazy, it's you people who are crazy!", Sparafe was haughty like the only sage who knew the truth, his contemptuous gaze constantly scanning back and forth over the elders he once respected, and a kind of playful mockery on his face. This is the backbone of the family, this is the clansman who should be proud of them, and he has only seen these people clearly today. The timid ones are like rats in the gutter, and even their eyes have become very short-sighted.

He didn't care about those murderous eyes in the slightest, and his mind was more peaceful and calm than ever. He suddenly laughed, "Look at your appearance, right? We are nobles, whether we live or die, we should have the dignity of a nobleman, just like my brother!", Sean found Angelo's upper body, but did not pay attention to his lower body. His lower body sat firmly in the chair, and Sbarafel stole a glance that he could imagine.

In the midst of the fire, in the face of death at hand, his brother did not panic in the slightest, let alone show fear like a lowly civilian. He should sit in a chair, maintain the dignity of a nobleman, and bravely face the coming of death. The flames devoured his life, but could not devour his spirit, and his body would eventually decay, but his spirit would remain immortal.

Sparafe looked at the young men on the side, who cheered for him, and he raised his chin to look at the elders, and asked, "If one day you need to bow your noble head like the untouchables of the streets, and let the whips of other nobles whip you on your body, will you resist?", he did not need these elders who were too concerned to answer, he replied himself, "No! you will not, even if the nobles ask you to kneel and prostrate in the mud, you will do so, because you value your life." ”

"But I won't!", he took a deep breath and slowly spat out his answer, "I will not accept such a fate, the family has given me an incomparably glorious surname, and the surname makes me proud, makes me proud. For the sake of this surname, for the sake of the glory of the family, I am willing to gamble my life on a dangerous future. I hope that my children, my grandchildren, and my descendants can live proudly and in the eyes of people like me and my brother. ”

"I don't want our children to become pariahs in a few decades, I don't want them to lose their ideals, and I don't want them to despair because of their humility! I want them to remember their surnames, their families, and the glory that we and our ancestors have left them!", he roared red-faced, and the green tendons on his neck twisted for a while, "We are nobles! Whether we live or die, we should be like a nobleman." We don't accept fate, we have to arrange our own fate!"

He exhaled violently, grabbed his collar and pulled it hard, patted the clothes that were wrinkled by his body movements, dusted his right hand lightly, twisted his neck, and his expression was extremely serious, "Remember, the glory of ancestors and family cannot tolerate a trace of defilement!"

"If I fail, I will stand up and take the responsibility that I have to bear, I dare not say that I am not afraid of death, but I will summon the courage to face death like my brother, like a warrior, and then keep my dignity and die in peace. ”

After speaking, he left the study without looking back, looking at the open door, and there was a deathly silence in the study.

The next day, as soon as it was dark, the lord's palace was lit up with colorful lights—the effect of a dazzling magic pedestal, which simply refracted the light through the gathering of elements. The magicians have lit a strange talent tree and focused more on how to make life more interesting, they are the real "scientists" who play their great role in the progress of civilization.

There were constant carriages passing by the lord's mansion, dropping off a pile of gifts and two or three decent people and leaving. These are the elite of the city of Veneier, and they are the real managers and executors of the city. They walked into the lord's mansion with gifts in their hands and smiles on their faces, saying words of praise in their mouths. Bolson and Mirona both stood outside the gates of the Lord's Mansion to receive the visitors, one warm and the other cold, but no one cared.

After all, she is a widowed woman, with a child, and her husband has just died, so she can't show such a happy smile at this time.

When the time pointed to seven o'clock, it was also the climax of the dinner.

Holding a huge bouquet of flowers in the crowd of onlookers, Borson slowly walked towards Mirona, and for today's scene, he specially ordered a pure white dress, every stitch and thread was all handmade, for which he paid the price of five gold coins. This dress was very decent, the pure white color made him look a lot younger, his meticulous hair reflected the dreamy color, he walked in front of Mirona with a smile on his face, and under the gaze of many people, he knelt on one knee and held the flowers high.

At this time, people noticed that there was a red jewelry box in the very center of the bouquet.

"Ever since I first saw you, I was fascinated by everything you had and fascinated by you. I didn't believe in love at first sight, but I believe now because I saw the girl who made me fall in love at first sight. No matter what twists and turns can stop my hot love for you, I will fall in love for you and sink in love for you. I must be like a brave warrior and speak my mind!", countless cheers were remembered in an instant, and Bolson's smile became more gentle, and he stared into Mirona's eyes, "You are a treasure given to me by God, a star that has fallen into the world, you are a bright sun, and you are a gentle moon. You are the flame that lights my life, the driving force for me to move forward, you are the angel of purity, and the only one in my life. ”

"Mirona, marry me!"

Mirona wore a pale pink evening dress today, and the tight size tightly wrapped around her body, showing off her beautiful curves. She is like a beautiful heroine everywhere in knight novels, and her excellent temperament adds a few mellow beauty to her. She looked at Borson, hesitated, and took his bouquet a little stiffly. People laughed good-naturedly, thinking it was a sign of her shyness.

Her plump pink lips opened slightly, and in Bolson's expectation, in the waiting of all the witnesses, she uttered those three words, "I do." ”

The cheers of the Lord's Mansion were like pebbles thrown into a pond, and the ripples quickly spread around, and the entire Lord's Mansion and the surrounding streets were filled with loud laughter.

Borson stood up, took a ring from the trinket box in the bouquet, and placed it on Mirona's right hand. The brilliant ruby was the size of a pigeon's egg, blooming with brilliant colors, and he looked at her affectionately, and Mirona frowned slightly, and raised her wrist. Borson was also stunned, and immediately came back to his senses, he was supposed to kiss the corner of Mirona's lips at this time, but he reacted quickly, took Mirona's right hand, and kissed the huge ruby.

The moment he lowered his head, he said in a voice that only two people could hear: "At least you have to give me a hug, right? Even if it's acting, you can't be too blunt." He kissed Ruby and looked up, smiled happily, and stretched out his arms to embrace Mirona, acting like an affectionate gentleman.

After a while, letting go of the stiff body in his arms, he didn't see any unusual look on his face, turned to face everyone, and shouted, "Let's celebrate!"

The band in the corner of the garden immediately began to play cheerful music, and the people began to shake to the music, and Borson bent down deeply, "Shall I be lucky enough to ask you to do the first dance?"

Reluctant, Milona bowed slightly, handed the bouquet to the maid beside her, stretched out her hand, and placed it in Borson's hand.

With the sound of blessings and music, the two walked into the crowd and started the first dance.

At this time, a dignified young man walked to the edge of the crowd with a smile, he raised his hands slightly, and constantly encouraged his hands to applaud the two people in the field. Although he was smiling, his eyes were as calm as a pool of stagnant water, as if nothing at this time could arouse the slightest wave in his heart.

"A very good couple, isn't it?" said to the young man, tilting his head to the young man, as the onlookers beat to the melody of the music. ”

The young man smiled very politely, his smile was indescribably kind, and he nodded, "Indeed, we should bless them." ”

As the music slowly came to an end, Borson, who was slightly out of breath, slowed down, took Mirona's hand and bowed to the crowd.

At this moment, the young man rushed forward with an arrow, and there was less than a meter between him and Borson. Time became slow and long at this moment, and the young man's right hand slowly grasped the pocket of his pants, and his thumb and forefinger pressed hard at the bottom of the pocket where it was tightly attached to the middle line of his pants, and then twitched. An extremely narrow steel thorn more than a foot long and only the thickness of an index finger was pulled out by him. He held the steel spike and stabbed at Bolson, his face calm until now.

The faces of the people around him slowly showed frightened expressions, completely shocked by this sudden change, and their brains went blank, and they even forgot to remind them out loud.

The next moment, the god mischievously dismissed the flow of time, and a scream pierced the deep night!