Between the lightning and flint, Mick forcibly moved his body half an inch away, and at the same time grabbed the blade of the short sword and pressed it down with all his might. The gurgling blood immediately spilled out, and the entire palm of his hand was scorched by the raging flames.

In Mick's desperate struggle, the dagger deflected slightly downward a few centimeters, and stabbed straight into Mick's liver.

However, at the moment when the short sword had just cut through Mick's skin, countless scale-like things appeared on his skin, like small teeth, biting the blade and sparking a series of sparks.

The shortsword, which was as sharp as clay, was only a few centimeters into Mick's body, and he could no longer move.

The Judgment of the Holy Light watched this scene with wide eyes, incredulous, even a knight in heavy armor, once broken by his judgment dagger, could not escape the fate of being pierced.

Moreover, even if the short sword was only inserted into a few centimeters, the scorching light on the sword was enough to burn Mick's liver to charcoal, he should be killed immediately, how could he still smile at himself in a dignified manner?

"Are you human?!" the adjudicator asked, frightened and reluctant, but before Mick could answer, he was engulfed in blue flames and turned to ashes with countless question marks.

Seeing that this troublesome guy was finally dead, the smile on Mick's face immediately froze and he fell heavily to the ground. The Light Judge was right, the Light on the dagger had indeed burned Mick's liver to charcoal.

Mick shuddered and pulled out the dagger and carefully tucked it into his pocket, the action of which touched the wound in his body, making his throat sweet and spurting out a mouthful of blood.

He let out a long breath, wiped his mouth again, and sat up tremblingly with his hands on the brick wall.

Mick reached into his arms and touched it, struggling to pull out a vial.

The label of the bottle said that it was highly toxic, but in fact, it contained a potent healing potion that he had specially configured. Under his purification, a bottle of first-class powerful healing elixir can exert several times the effect.

Mick opened the cap of the bottle and poured half of the potion in one gulp, then poured the rest of the potion on the wound, and immediately a puff of white smoke rose from the wound, making a clattering sound.

Mick's face turned pale, and he forcibly held back the pain, then drank a bottle of energy potion to restore his strength, and began to channel the divine power to repair his body.

His wounds gradually healed, the charred blackness on his palms slowly fell off, and his liver, which had been basically reimbursed, began to regain its function little by little.

"Damn, I knew Alexander's carriage wasn't that easy to ride...... I actually believed his nonsense...... What else do you say that others dare not start...... Who does he think he is? Ouch......"

Mick scolded, and when he said that the excitement touched the wound again, his whole body trembled in pain.

It was his first confrontation with a priest of the church, and although the process was very thrilling, he still won the final victory.

Thinking back to a few months ago, he was just a native nobleman in the countryside, but now he was able to solve two fourth-level priests on his own, Mick suddenly felt a trace of joy in his heart.

But at the same time, he also saw the strength of the church, just two indecent guys almost killed him, the accumulation of the church for nearly a thousand years is indeed terrifying, and he must be careful and careful in the future.

He was finally freed from the concentration and tension of the battle, and almost immediately noticed the noise in the distance.

He frowned and struggled to his feet, only to find that beneath the night sky was a sea of fire, with firefights, howls, cries, curses, and sirens of the city guards.

Mick was stunned for a moment, and immediately guessed that he must have cast a large amount of inextinguishable fire magic during the pursuit, which ignited most of the block.

His heart sank, and he calculated: he had to leave quickly, if he was accidentally blocked by the city guards, maybe the conflict with the church would be exposed, and then he would have nowhere to hide in Maltis!

Mi glanced indifferently at the hellish sea of fire, dragged her badly injured body, and walked towards the gold coins and dreams.

Back in the gold and dreams, Mick's superficial injuries have recovered from all seven or eighty-eight, but the liver is still in some trouble, but in the face of powerful divine powers and recovery potions, it is only a matter of time.

Mick pushed open the office door and was surprised to find Frings waiting there, and as soon as he saw Mick returning, he immediately leaned in and asked, "Where have you been?" Why is it so noisy tonight, it seems that all of Maltis is crazy!"

Mick shook his head feebly and turned to walk towards the lab.

"Hey, what you asked for has arrived, and it took me a lot of effort to get it.

But what do you want so many highly poisonous Horner Violets for, enough to poison half of Maltis? That thing is contraband, and I would never have gotten it if I hadn't had some acquaintances in the army. ”

Mick paused, a faint surprise on his face, and said, "It's here so soon, just in time, get them to my lab." ”

"Hey" Frings chased Mick out of the office, "I've done everything you want me to do, when are you going to teach me?"

"Yes, yes, I know, teach you to chase Elizabeth. Mick nodded and said perfunctorily, "After next weekend, you can do it at any time." Also, don't you really want to think about it anymore and be my test subject?"

Hearing the subject's words, Frings shuddered for no apparent reason and shook his head resolutely.

Ever since Mick destroyed his alchemy lab in an unbelievable way, Frings has sworn that he will never set foot in that horrible place in his life!

Mick did initially want to use Frings as a test subject, and the guy initially agreed. But when Mick learned his true identity, he naturally didn't dare to experiment with the little son of the Wolrich family again.

He had to settle for the next best thing, and let him help him get a large amount of contraband in exchange for teaching him to pursue Elizabeth.

"Don't regret it......" Mick smiled wryly and continued walking towards the lab.

For some reason, Frings always felt that Mick's smile was ill-intentioned, and seemed to have some hint of conspiracy.

He was just about to ask what was going on, when he heard Mick say, "Please go and call Karl, since it's an experiment, how can you do it without a test subject?"

It's really troublesome, is there a place in this world that specializes in selling live people? I have to find my friends every time, no wonder the alchemist's friends are always getting fewer and fewer......"

Frings slipped and almost fell on all fours. He immediately dismissed the idea of pestering Mick any longer, and went to Carl to be the hapless scapegoat.

326 Red Maple Avenue, in Alexander's office.

Alexander, who had been woken up, sat at his desk with a solemn expression in his nightgown, listening to Davik's report.

"The fire is in the slum and has burned three blocks so far, affecting at least 6,000 people, but fortunately the fire is under control and it should not continue to spread. ”

Alexander asked with a blank expression, "What is the movement of the various forces?"

Davik closed the notebook in his hand and said in a deep voice: "The situation in Maltis is very chaotic now, all parties have been caught off guard by this sudden fire, and everyone wants to find out what is going on.

The Public Security Department, the Inspectorate, the Military Gendarmerie, the Cabinet Garrison, the City Guard, and all sorts of aristocratic private armies were involved.

It is said that the city guards, who arrived first, had spotted suspicious figures, but the Cabinet Secret Service arrived later and forcibly took them away. ”

"Is the Cabinet a member of His Highness?"

"Quite possibly. ”

"So blatantly, then the Second Highness and the Third Highness will not be indifferent?"

Davik nodded and said: "Indeed, not only them, but also the six major families and other nobles have all taken action, and under the chaos, someone has moved, causing many fires, and the city guards don't know the situation and don't dare to stop it."

In short, now Maltis has turned into a big battlefield, full of inexplicable chaotic battles. ”

"What about the garrison of the Blood Moon Legion, have they made any moves?"

The Blood Moon Legion, also known as the Imperial Royal Legion, is one of the four main legions of the Empire, the main armed force of the Central Military Region, under the jurisdiction of eight independent combat brigades and two cavalry brigades, with more than 100,000 people, and is under the unified management of the military department, but the successive corps commanders are all members of the royal family, and their status is slightly higher than that of the other three legions.

Since the Blood Moon Legion is stationed in Maltis and has close ties with the royal family, it has always had a strong influence on the political ecology of the empire.

However, Prince Auerbach, the commander of the Blood Moon Legion, was the younger brother of Frederick the Great, and he was very cautious in his use of troops, rarely involved in various political maelstroms, and remained neutral so far.

Because of this, the attitude of the Blood Moon Legion will be more sensitive and more critical.

Hearing Alexander ask about the Blood Moon Legion, Davik shook his head cautiously: "They didn't make any moves, and not even a squad left the station. ”

Alexander breathed a sigh of relief, as long as the Blood Moon Legion didn't mess up, the rest of the armed forces were just clowns. He rubbed his temples and asked tiredly, "Is Mick okay?"

Davik nodded, "Mistress Mick just sent a magic message explaining some of the details of the assassination and telling us that he has returned safely to the gold coins and dreams. ”

"Does he know who did it?"

Davik shook his head: "Master Mick said that the incident happened suddenly, he only cared about running for his life, and he didn't know who did it, but fortunately, a fire came in time, and he was able to escape under the cover of chaos." ”

Alexander's face turned pale, and after thinking carefully for a while, he suddenly asked, "Davik, what do you think of tonight's events?"

Davik hesitated for a moment, then said stubbornly: "The wreckage of the carriage has been found, and it can be confirmed that it was an assassination, but this fire is really a bit strange, I don't know who did it, and what is the deep meaning." ”

Alexander sighed: "I'm afraid this fire is coming at me......"

"Your Excellency!" exclaimed Davik.

"Don't forget, Mick was assassinated in my carriage. ”

"You're saying that you were the one who wanted to assassinate you?!" Davik's eyes widened in disbelief.

Alexander nodded tiredly: "Other than that, there is no explanation at all. Hmph, I've backed down again and again, but trouble has come to the door!"

Alexander stood up and paced at his desk.

After a long time, he finally sat back in his chair and said dejectedly: "Davik, you will go and tell your grandfather as soon as it is dawn, I have agreed to his conditions, and I will go to see him at noon tomorrow......"

"Your Excellency!" Davik said in surprise, "I am afraid that if you are involved in this vortex at this time, I am afraid it will be very dangerous. ”

"Dangerous?" Alexander smiled bitterly, "Isn't it dangerous to sit still?"

"But ......"

"Alright, Davik, what should come will always come, and blindly escaping is not the way, I have to face my life, right?"

Davik's lips moved, and he wanted to say something, but he couldn't open his mouth.

In this way, Alexander made a decision that almost rewrote the history of the Ottoman Empire, and of course it greatly affected Mick's life.

Mick didn't expect his petty selfishness to turn into the fuse of many big events, and years later, when Mick learned about the conversation between Alexander and Davik, his heart couldn't calm down for a long time.

He kept asking himself if he hadn't concealed the truth of this assassination for fear of revealing the identity of the heresy, and the chaos that followed would not have happened.

But after thinking about it, he had to admit that it was this series of coincidences that made his later great legend. History has no assumptions, so Mick can be at ease.