There was no girdle or bosom, and Eller was in his forties, with smooth and delicate skin like a young woman in her early thirties. The contours of the muscles can be faintly seen under the tight skin of the pen www.biquge.info, not fat or thin, just right, giving people the desire to reach out and touch it. On the almost perfect body, there is a particularly shocking place, a shallow mark, from her left side of the chest, all the way to the right side of the waist.

Although the wound had healed with the help of healing, the remaining marks that would take some time to fade were silently recounting the thrilling moment.

Such a wound can definitely be called a fatal wound, and through such a wound, you can feel the assassin's manic hatred for Eller.

Funkos could even imagine that the Assassin must have been like the best of hunters, lurking in the crowd, keeping his eyes on Eyler. He did not have the slightest urgency, and behaved like a pedestrian walking on the road, without too obvious purpose. He might have been right behind Eyler, probably only a few steps away from Eyler's guards.

He was surprisingly patient, and he might have been eyeing Eyler for a long time, but he didn't make a move. Because he needs a chance to kill Eyler once and for all, and not give her any chance.

When the distance between Eller and the guard was a little far, not that far, at most seven or eight paces, and the guard's attention had clearly shifted elsewhere, the Assassin knew that the opportunity had come. He approached Eller quickly, either alarming her, or she was looking at the roadside goods with interest. At the moment when the two of them were at a staggered turn, Eller saw the Assassin's face hidden in the shadow of his hood. They looked at each other, and the moment was short and long.

It only took a second for the two to pass by.

With his proud smile and the pleasure of revenge, the Assassin quickly hid in the crowd and left with ease.

And Eller - blood gushed from the wound with a thud.

The sword not only sliced through her ***** but also through her chest. Without the wrapping and fixation of the skin, the hot and fishy internal organs slipped out of her stomach. She didn't even hold out for three seconds before she collapsed in a pool of blood.

It was a perfect assassination, if not for a priest nearby.

The priest saved her life by picking up her internal organs that had escaped her body with both hands and stuffing them into the tense and upturned wounds. He undressed Eller and pressed his hand against her wound, her dark eyes revealing a hint of longing and respect for life. She wanted to thank the old fellow for not abandoning her and for helping her when she was in trouble.

She also wants to thank the pastor for not refusing whatever he asks, but only doing her best to meet them.

The soft light lit up, and the crowd around them began to run around like an explosion, and the whole process took less than twenty seconds. The wound began to heal, and the damaged internal organs wriggled and returned to their original state.

Eyler, who had lost a lot of blood, still fell unconscious, and the priest kept casting healing spells, making him gasp slightly. After he had healed all the wounds on Eyler's body, he had the panicked guards pick him up and go with him to the church for further treatment.

In fact, I didn't want to protect this beautiful woman.

Eller's beauty, beauty in her temperament, that kind of suppressed nobility, is something that everyone wants to trample underfoot. Her beauty stimulates the desire of all men to destroy, and it seems that if the world and the woman in front of her are not destroyed, there will be no peace.

When Eyler opened his eyes, the first thing he saw was the holy dome of the church. The origin of all things, God the Father raised his arm slightly and sprinkled the seeds of civilization and created mankind. Under the background of stained glass, God the Father is like walking out of heaven, and the brilliant and colorful colors make everyone's hearts awe and yearning.

People are full of unknowns and troubles about the world after death, no one can say what the world is like after death, returning to the world from outside the gate of the dead, facing the dome of God the Father, Eller suddenly has something very special in his heart.

As she woke up, her consciousness gradually recovered, and she immediately pushed away the priest who had stopped to watch. She knew the fact that it wasn't safe to stay here anymore, and she needed to take responsibility for her own life, so she had to leave like this.

So where to go?

Go to Rennes!

This scene is half narrated by Eyler, and half is Funkos's own imagination.

"So does this have anything to do with Sean?", Vonkos couldn't help but ask, the wound was too big and too ruthless, and it was completely aimed at killing Eyler.

Eller didn't care that she was gone, she lowered her skirt, and the silky smooth skirt like a waterfall could not find the slightest resistance directly on her same skin, and draped directly over her body. She smiled faintly, and didn't seem to be afraid of this wound, "I saw his eyes, and I will never forget these eyes, as cold and ruthless as when I was a child." ”

"He still has all his emotions in his eyes as he did when he was a child. ”

"Shouldn't he have been burned to death? After the fire was extinguished, Count Wren mobilized the surviving inhabitants of Weststream City to reorganize the charred city, and I think it was as if they had found Sean's bones. The reason why people are sure that Sean has died a heroic death in the city of West Stream is because they found an unrecognizable corpse, the corpse is dressed in Sean's clothes, and even the accessories are not lacking

Eller shook his head, "I can't be mistaken, I saw his jaw, which was badly burned by the fire, and his eyes told me he was Shaun." Eller smiled as if he was saying something that had nothing to do with him, "He will not only come to take revenge on me, but also on the Earl of Rennes." In order to avoid continuing to be assassinated by Sean elsewhere, I wish I could stay here during this time. ”

Funkos readily agreed.

In a house a few buildings away, a group of people were discussing Eyler.

"I saw her, absolutely not wrong, definitely her!", a middle-aged man in his forties slumped into the couch, trying to prove his important discovery. "She ended up in Wren's manor!"