As the people who had more or less influence in Veneer City chose to take sides again under Angelo's coercion and temptation, Angelo's face became more and more smiling. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info is no longer the period of the Holy Empire, and it is precisely because of the collapse of the Holy Empire that the nobles have learned that even the lords cannot cover the sky with one hand. Thinking that it would not be long before Sean, an increasingly dangerous factor, could be removed from his territory, Angelo's mood was exceptionally bright, just like the blue sky at this moment.

As the Empire's relief efforts gradually dwindled, the city returned to calm, and although some refugees remained in Veneil and did not leave, it did not affect the appearance of the city. At least when you go out, you can't see the refugees who are crowding the streets, smelling of stench and corruption, and unclothed. Angelo still understands that a small number of refugees staying can contribute to the development of the city, and that it is a good thing for Veneer that these people will fill the bottom of society to do jobs that no one wants to do, with low salaries, and easy recognition by the common people.

In order to minimize Sean's influence, Angelo chose to walk when he went out today. He thought of his father, a wise, mature gentleman, nobleman. He told Angelo that if you want the people to love you, then you have to maintain a certain level of exposure, and then do something that will please the people. The slightest mercy and gift from the nobles can make the commoners grateful to Dade, and they can get unimaginable hearts without much effort.

He didn't think he was going to be smarter than the old nobleman who had died, so he wasn't going to come up with ideas that seemed retarded.

"Old man......"

"Mr. Angelo......"

Angelo, with a reserved smile on his face and four guards behind him, walked down the street. From time to time, he waved to the crowd or nodded slightly, causing passers-by to stop and look sideways, take off their hats and salute. At the end of the street, two refugees sat in the sewage. One looked to be fifty or sixty years old, and the wrinkles on his face could trap flies. There was also a little girl who was only eleven or twelve years old and unkempt. Looking at the old man's desperate eyes and the little girl's curious gaze, Angelo paused and stopped.

"Is it a new refugee, I remember there is a porridge shack in the city?", Angelo asked in a low voice from one of the guards beside him, leaning over to him.

The guard immediately approached the two of them, crouched down, and wrinkled his nose slightly, obviously unable to stand the smell of the two of them. He spoke a few words to the two who were supposed to be grandchildren, and then trotted back to Angelo, "My lord, they came from Tsunayoshi, and their family died in the rain, they have nothing left, and they are full of despair for the future. The last sentence was added by the guards themselves, and people are like this, always like to subjectively add their own opinions to something.

Angelo nodded, took out a handful of silver coins from his pocket, about a dozen or so silver coins, walked up to the grandfather and grandson, and threw the silver coins over.

The silver coins flying in the air reflected the dazzling luster of the sun, leaving dazzling light marks in everyone's sight, and finally landed on the old man's body. The old man's cloudy eyes widened, and he touched the silver coin on his stomach with trembling hands in disbelief, and his desperate eyes were suddenly filled with tears of excitement, he folded his hands, held the silver coin in the palm of his hand, and nodded, "Thank you, thank you, thank you for the reward." There are so many, thank you so much, may the god of light bless you ......", the old man suddenly thought of something, put the silver coin in his pocket, and then ripped off the pendant hidden in his clothes, a delicate silver cross, which seemed to have a little origin.

The old man held the cross in both hands and held it high, "This is a precious ornament left behind by my ancestors, my ancestors were Templars of the Church, this is his personal belonging, I am here today, I dedicate it to you, my lord." ”

Angelo's brow furrowed suddenly relaxed, he was not a believer in the church himself, and he never believed in that thing, but that didn't prevent his wife from being a believer. His wife was not in Veneil, but in the flowery world of the imperial capital, and she didn't like this rural place. In fact, Angelo didn't like it either, but he always had to be here again, and every year he would choose to go to the imperial capital for two or three months as a reward for his hard work.

After solving Sean's matter this time, he will also leave immediately and relax. It just so happened that this cross would have made his wife very happy, after all, it was an antique from a long time ago, and it was a Templar pendant.

He hesitated for a moment whether he should put on his gloves or not, but in the end reason prevailed. The moment he reached out to grab the cross, the old man's hand trembled, and the cross slipped from his palm and fell into the sewage. Angelo was a little irritable, and he felt sick as he watched the old man's hands touch in the sewage.

However, in a short moment, when a little cold light broke through the water surface from the sewage, the little girl in the old man's arms threw herself at Angelo with a sly smile, and it was not difficult to tell from the voice she made that she should be much older than her appearance. In an instant, his legs were coiled by the "little girl", and the dagger in the old man's hand quickly stabbed Angelo, and when he saw that the tragedy was about to happen, a breeze blew, and the old man's movements suddenly stopped, and time seemed to leave an eternity on him.

"Don't stab yet!", the "little girl" let out a shrill cry, the assassination of a nobleman was not a joke, and they also summoned great courage to dare to take the job.

The old man still did the same thing, the dagger was held tightly in his hand, only a foot away from Angelo's crotch, and it seemed that as long as he stabbed forward, Angelo's blood could be spilled on the spot in a second. But on the contrary, this distance seems to be eternal.

A thin red line suddenly appeared on the old man's neck, the red line became thicker and thicker, I don't know if it took a few seconds or a few minutes, the huge blood pressure flew directly against the old man's head, and the blood spurting out of the neck of the lost head was three or four meters high, and it splashed more than ten meters away in the wind.

The "little girl" was stunned, trembling all over, let go of Angelo's legs, and ran on the ground as fast as a dog. But no matter how fast she ran, she couldn't outrun the wind.

"Listen, the sound of the wind!"

There was a murmur in her ears, and the "little girl" immediately felt that she was surrounded by a strong murderous intent, and goosebumps arose all over her body. She worked harder and ran wildly. But in the next moment, she leaned forward, lost her center of gravity and fell to the ground, rolled a few times under the action of inertia, bounced up, and fell heavily to the ground.

Her hands and feet were cut off, and the blood drew an inexplicable and palpitating pattern on the ground. The "little girl" struggled to get up in horror, trying to leave but couldn't. Her face was pale, and her head was cut off with a miserable laugh. When her head flew up and her eyes began to roll, remorse struck her mind for the first time.

I really shouldn't have taken this job in the first place.

The titled swordsman standing next to the girl's corpse sneered disdainfully, an opponent of this level was like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered, and he couldn't raise the slightest fighting spirit. His title is the Blade of Light, and what he is best at is speed, among the sixth-level titled swordsmen, his combat power is not said to be among the best, at least between the first and second column orders, and he can become the iconic batch if he works hard.

Angelo's face was blue at this time, there was no need to guess that he understood, this must be Sean's hand, and the moment his life was in danger, a rush of urine rushed to the top of his head. Although he didn't pee completely, he also leaked some, which made him feel extremely ashamed, and what drove him even more crazy was the uncertainty of his own life and Sean's presumptuousness.

Looking at the headless corpse in front of him, he finally came back to his senses and kicked the old man's corpse a few times to vent his hatred. However, at this moment, three crossbow arrows from different directions tore through the barrier of the wind and shot at Angelo with a slight screech. Angelo was completely stupid, where had he ever experienced such an assassination? You must know that the assassination of a nobleman would provoke the hatred of the entire aristocratic class, and very few people would do it.

The Blade of Light heard the sound of the spring being pulled, and for a moment he began to run back, his feet as fast as phantoms, long blurred. He first slapped off one arrow horizontally with the face of his sword, and then threw the long sword in his hand, and a few sparks appeared in the air with a bang, blocking the second arrow. But the third one happened to be blocked by Angelo's vision, and at this time he couldn't think about it anymore, and the Blade of Light rolled around with Angelo for half a week, escorting him with his body.

With a muffled thud, an all-steel crossbow arrow less than half a foot long almost completely shot into the body of the Blade of Light. He coughed up a few mouthfuls of blood, and pushed Angelo towards the building physics on the side of the road, saying as he ran, "My lord, you hide first, there must be assassins outside." After speaking, he said to the other guards: "One of you goes to the garrison to call someone, and the other two immediately go out of the city to let all the infantry outside the city enter the city. ”

He was well aware that the target of these Assassins was Angelo and nothing else, and that these Assassins would not necessarily assassinate anyone else who had nothing to do with it. He went into the room as soon as he had arranged everything, closed the windows and doors, and pressed Angelo to the corner, covering it with a table.

He coughed up a few more mouthfuls of blood, each breath causing a burning pain in his chest, knowing that if he didn't get rid of the Assassin and get him healed as soon as possible, he might not be able to get out of the dwelling.