The human body is a very magical thing. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The brain controls people's emotions and actions, and can be said to be the command of the whole body, but sometimes some actions can be naturally mapped without the consent of the brain. For example, when someone suddenly taps you on the shoulder while walking at night, your brain will not force you to look back and see if the guy behind you is a human or a ghost, and then react differently depending on whether the person or the ghost is, but will just tremble.

When Borson saw a figure in front of him suddenly rushing towards him, when he saw the figure stretching out an arm, his brain didn't have time to process the simple but complex information, his body subconsciously made the most appropriate action. He jerked backwards as he curled up. The steel thorn stabbed him in the shoulder, but not in the head as the young man had expected.

By the time the young man drew his steel spike and was about to stab again, Borson had already fallen to the ground, and he was very embarrassed to dodge to the side. The crowd erupted, and the young man had just taken a few steps to chase after him, but some daredevils bumped into him from behind, causing him to lose his balance. Staggering forward a few steps to regain his balance, he looked at Borson, who was already farther away from him with a look of shame - Bolson had rolled over and climbed up and ran all the way to blend into the crowd!

The young man stomped his feet and chased a few steps towards the figure in the distance, but the guards in the lord's mansion had already surrounded him, and the one led by him was even a fat man. His mouth was shiny, his bulging mouth was still chewing, the meat crumbs kept falling out of his mouth, his small eyes were shining with fierce light, and he actually held a two-handed heavy war hammer in one hand. Good guys, those things are for strong hoplites, and those guys need at least two hands to wield them, and this fat man can hold them with one hand, which doesn't seem like a big deal to him.

The young man's face froze, and his eyes finally showed an angry look. He grabbed the corner of his shirt and lifted it hard, and a black robe covered him!

It's actually the Black Priest!

The fat man was stunned, his legs were bent apart, and his body was so sharp that he jumped over directly. The young black priest suddenly felt a bad feeling in his heart, and a sluggish curse immediately hit out, but what he didn't expect was that the white light on the fat man's body flashed, and the curse actually became invalid.

It's the Cult of the Illuminati!

The mood of the Black Priest at this time was the same as that of the fat man just now, shocked and angry, the two have been mortal enemies since history, and their hatred can be traced back almost to the time of the ancient gods. It is said that the Black Priesthood, the god of the underworld that the organization believes, once had a conflict with the god of light of the Cult of the Illuminati, and finally the god of the underworld was sealed and the god of light disappeared. Both sides believe that the other party has harmed the gods they believe in, and since then, countless years of hostility and fighting have made the blood feud between each other deeper and deeper, and it has long been impossible to resolve.

The young black priest knew that the curse was ineffective, and the strength of the other party must be above him, so he immediately turned around and ran without the slightest hesitation. Compared to the apostles, who did not know how to adapt until the last moment, it is clear that the Black Priests are more flexible and cunning. At the moment when he had run less than ten steps, the entire ground suddenly trembled violently, as if it had been affected by an earthquake, and a wave of air instantly hit from behind him, pushing the Black Priest forward several steps in a row.

He looked back and saw that he was running faster. The fat man stood where he had stood, and the ground of the stone slab was torn apart and sunk deep, and the fat man turned with a grim face and a war hammer. The young black priest had suffocated the milk, and he had cursed the guests who were running around before, but now he was grateful that they had become an obstacle so that the fat man could not run at full speed. He wouldn't think that the other party's size was special, so he couldn't run, and all the people who could become the armed forces of the Holy Sect, even if it was just a small soldier, were all strong people who had been selected by thousands of people.

One chased, one ran, and the two quickly broke away from the crowd like a swarm of headless flies and disappeared outside the lord's mansion.

Bolson, on the other hand, also ran back to the lord's mansion, rushed into the study with a pale face, and moved a hard-shell book that looked a little old on the shelf, and the entire bookcase slowly moved to one side quickly. He dove in, flip the switch again, and the bookcase closes quickly.

It was a small chamber, not very large, only a dozen square meters, with a bed and a table, and a portion of supplies that would last for several days. Once the mechanism is closed from the inside, the bookcase cannot be opened outside, and here he is absolutely safe.

His heart settled down a little, he took off his blood-stained coat, grinned and touched the wound on his shoulder, fortunately the wound was not deep, it did not hurt the heart and lungs, it was just a flesh wound, and it was not bleeding much at this time. He sat on the bed, sighed silently with his eyes, and at the same time that his heart was palpitating, there was also a strong killing intent that began to ferment.

He knew very well that such an assassination was clearly aimed at today's marriage proposal ceremony, and the purpose was to get rid of him. Once he is dead, Vigros will quickly take over the territory, and Wren's plans will fall through.

It's really vicious, these nobles, for the sake of profit, completely ignore the constraints of the imperial law, and wantonly assassinate a person in power like him in public. The nobles, sure enough, are all cancers! He took a breath of cool air, and the hatred for the nobles in his heart increased by two points.

There was a glint of hatred in his eyes, you don't want to see me marry Mirona, I'm going to do it!

After a fright, and then wounded, he soon fell asleep in a closed environment, and it was not until the next morning that he was awakened from his slumber by pain. He was covered in slimy sweat and his sheets were damp as he scrambled up. He walked over to the table and sat down, and lifted a round piece of copper from the wall like an ornament, revealing a copper pipe. The brass pipe connects two places, one is the butler's bedroom, and the other is the housekeeper's room.

"Is anyone there?", he asked.

A voice of surprise immediately came from the microphone, "Is it the city lord?" God of Light bless, the chief of the guard has expelled the assassins, and now that the area around the lord's mansion is under martial law, you can come out." ”

Borson did not dare to risk his own life, and he commanded: "Let the chief of the guard come to the study, and then knock on the bookcase, and find another priest." ”

"You're hurt, I'll do it. ”

Soon, there was a slight knock on the door of the chamber, and Borson simply put on his clothes, pulled the mechanism, and quickly moved the door to the side. He squinted slightly, the sunlight from the study window made him feel particularly dazzling, and he squinted his eyes to see the butler in the study and the fat chief guard, and then he breathed a sigh of relief. He walked out of the chamber with some self-deprecation and slumped in his chair, "Where's the priest?"

"Right outside the door, my lord. The butler looked at Borson worriedly, "Your injuries ......"

His meaning was simple, after the night passed, would the injury worsen?

Bolson waved his hand, "It's okay, let him in." As he spoke, he looked at his chief of guard, one of the leaders of the Templar Order, and thanked him in a sincere tone, "If it weren't for your help, I might have died, please accept my sincerest thanks." Saying that, he stood up with the armrest, bowed deeply, and the fat head of the regiment held his arm with a smile, did not let him bend down, and helped him sit down again.

He said, "This is what I should do, Lord Wren said that I will guarantee your safety, I have been derelict in my duty, how can I still accept your apology? Although he said beautiful words, he didn't look like he wanted to apologize at all.

Just as the nobles are hostile to them, they are also hostile to the nobles and the privileged class, and his willingness to obey Wren's orders does not mean that Wren's men can also move him and make him bow their heads.

At this time, Borson did not care about this, and the priest who came in hurriedly was slightly stunned when he saw the fat man, and immediately drew a cross on his chest and recited two prayers. The fat man bowed slightly, and then stood aside. The priest walked up to Borson and uncovered his clothes that had been glued to the wound, and the cracked wound was bleeding again, and the priest breathed a sigh of relief, and raised his hand for two healing techniques, and the wound began to heal slowly and slowly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

After thanking the pastor again for his help, he presented a gold coin, and the pastor did not stay here, but immediately took his leave.

Borson looked at the butler and asked, "Can you find out who instigated it?"

The butler shook his head with an ugly face, "The assassin has already run away, there is no superfluous evidence, everyone is suspicious, especially those people." ”

Bolton squinted his eyes and thought for a while, and then said, "Did you pass on yesterday's incident to Lord Wren?"

The butler's eyes twitched, and a hint of horror flashed in the depths of his eyes," said Lord Wren...... to purge all suspicious objects and ensure that the situation in Venier is stabilized before the Imperial Capital mission arrives. ”

Bolson was assassinated, and Wren must ask what caused it, if it was his actions that made Veneer angry, then Wren would not say anything, whoever did the evil himself, he would bear it. But if Borson was assassinated in order to complete the task he had assigned, then he would have to support Borson in revenge.

The more powerful the forces, the less they can accept provocations of any nature and form, and they will even have to retaliate against all provocateurs in an even more tragic way, so as to maintain their majesty and not be offended.