The three professions of knights, if the position charge battle, the knight of the gun is a well-deserved king, and the knight of the sword is better at flexible and protracted warfare, then in the case of long-range confrontation at an effective distance, the knight of the archer will definitely play the role of firmly dominating the battle, so at this time Augustus is also very clear that if he wants to get rid of the deadly fangs hidden in the dark, he can only try to resist the sharp arrow head-on, and then find an opportunity to get close to the attacker, so that it is possible to change his embarrassed passive situation and find a possible chance to survive; , and with heavy wounds, it was enough to see the strength of the attacker from that sharp arrow alone, and how strong it was, Augustus probably did not have time to judge, but he knew that he would not be able to resist the strength of the attacker. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

All he could do was escape, only hide.

Another sharp arrow reflecting the cold moonlight suddenly struck, through the mist and the night sky, the speed was extremely fast, and the power was still strong, like a bright meteor in the night sky, flying towards Augustus in the street who did not even have time to breathe; Augustus could only dodge with difficulty, first suddenly stopped running, and then rolled on the ground without hesitation to open a position, and then, feeling a sudden coldness in the shoulder, the sharp arrow had pierced directly into the bluestone slab on the ground with the corner of his black robe, making a buzzing rebound sound, falling into Augustus's ears, like the whimper of death。

He still didn't dare to stay.

The blood on his shoulders and the blood that kept flowing out between his fingers covering his abdomen had already made him look like a bloody man, just on this dark and quiet street, no different from a lost dog, embarrassed, embarrassed and other most humiliating words were the truest portrayal of Augustus at this time, and what was even more terrifying was that even if he let go of all the possibility of survival, death was still getting closer and closer to him.

A long trail of blood soon appeared on the bluestone floor.

Augustus, who never dared to turn back, gritted his teeth and ran forward, had no direction and no hope.

He knew he was going to die.

......

"He's really going to die. ”

The night sky, the silver moon, the top of the highest building in the Bukeru business district, two figures, one large and one small, are particularly distinctly outlined by the silver moon, which also constitutes a very visually impactful gothic picture.

Standing on the top of the building was a middle-aged man, he stood with his hands in his hands, under his messy hair, his extraordinarily happy face was only calm, only indifferent, he looked at the bright and dazzling blood on the street under his feet, and also watched the young man's hasty escape, and finally fixed his eyes on the source of the sharp arrows on the opposite building, and said calmly: "Knight of archers, Messiah, the only knight of the Inquisition." ”

Then he noticed that the little girl sitting on the edge of the roof in front of him, with her feet hanging in the air, did not react at all, still indifferent, he seemed to be a little worried, frowned slightly, and added: "You can't show your face, and you can't make any moves, since it's the Holy See's Inquisition, then you should know very well that once you appear, it will only make the situation more out of control, you can't save him, you can't help him, and you can only compensate yourself." ”

The little girl was still silent, looking down at the street below.

Her round little face was perversely confused except for calm, yes, it was confusion, she couldn't figure out why, if she had seen little Augustus so embarrassed and unbearable, shouldn't she have pointed at him and laughed at him unbridledly? But she couldn't really laugh, and she couldn't figure out why, why she loved blood so much and couldn't feel excited when she saw the long blood streaks on the street beneath her feet?

How can it be.

Her white feet hung down in the air, and she watched little Augustus roll to the ground in embarrassment again, and her little hand holding the 'Blood Diamond' subconsciously clenched tighter.

She finally spoke, her voice calm to cold: "What about you?"

Of course, the middle-aged man's expression who understood this question did not change at all, and as for the momentary constriction of his pupils, he may not even be able to notice it, he hesitated, walked to the little girl's side, looked down at his feet, and said slowly: "I am Diana's servant knight, and my lord is the chief secretary of state of the empire, since it involves the Holy See, of course I can't cause trouble for my lord." ”

The little girl looked up suddenly.

The corners of his lips were slightly raised, indescribably mean and sarcastic.

She sneered, "The first knight of the continent is just a human after all. ”

The middle-aged man, that is, the first knight of the continent, Albert, is still indifferent.

Without retracting her gaze, as if she didn't dare to look at her feet anymore, the little girl continued to sneer: "This is the biggest root of your human race, you are always making enemies of yourself, and you are always trying to kill yourself, Albert, I have indeed not come to your human world for nearly a thousand years, and I have not been in contact with the obscure thoughts of you humans again, but that doesn't mean that I don't know anything, just like you said you can't cause trouble for your master, but isn't this trouble caused by your master on his own initiative?" It's ridiculous, do you really think that if no one is behind it, little Augustus will face the current situation? Do you really think that just because of that woman from the Constantine family, the entire imperial capital wants little Augustus to die? Stop deceiving yourself, if it weren't for some so-called big people in your human world, if it weren't for your so-called adult Diana, how could the mammoth roulette, which has existed for thousands of years, take little Augustus as a bet? How could all this person want little Augustus to die?"

His lord was mentioned.

Albert subconsciously frowned, but he didn't refute, or he didn't know how to refute, he was just silent, and then said: "I don't know what kind of secret there is, as Diana's servant knight, I don't need to know the secret between Alfred and the imperial capital, but I think you should know more than I know, even if you haven't come to the human world for nearly a thousand years." ”

The little girl's eyes narrowed suddenly.

But in the end she didn't say much, just withdrew her gaze, and she looked at her feet again.

Augustus was no longer visible there, only blood was everywhere.

However, Albert clearly did not intend to stop his words, he stood on the edge of the roof, the night breeze blowing his robe, and his voice was unusually steady: "I remember the scene when you appeared in the moor, and I remember everything you said at that time, and there is one thing that I still cannot understand - at that time, the first time you saw Augustus, you said 'it is really you', which is of course very abnormal, according to normal logic, you should adopt a questioning tone, not a positive tone, so what does this mean?" Does that mean you already knew Augustus, or did you know Alfred? but how could you possibly know?"

"It doesn't matter if it has anything to do with Augustus, it has something to do with Alfred, but what does it have to do with you as a knight?"

Casually replying to this, perhaps it was the night breeze that made her feel cold, the little girl curled up slightly, and her bare feet were bent on the edge of the roof.

Truly.

What kind of family is Alfred, what kind of person is Augustus, and what does it have to do with him?

He was just a knight, Diana's servant knight, realizing this, Albert quickly put aside all the doubts in his mind, and returned to his always honest image, after he was silent for a long time, it seemed to be inadvertently mentioned, and asked: "If Augustus really doesn't live tonight, if Augustus really dies, will you leave the empire and return to your north?"

The little girl quietly bowed her head.

Staring at the unusually brilliant 'blood diamond' in her little hand in a daze, remembering whether it was worth it for her to ask at the time, she said softly: "I'm still alive, he won't die." ”

There seems to be some contradiction.

But Albert quickly understood the phrase and added, "I said if." ”

What if?

I don't think so. He is the only one in this continent who is a shell with two souls like her, so how can he die, how can he die?

She slowly put away the 'blood diamond' in her hand, and her round eyes narrowed slightly.

She said word by word: "If there really is such a day, I think I will have the entire Holy Empire buried for Augustus." ”

Albert was stunned.

As if she had suddenly found her true soul, a bright smile that belonged to her suddenly appeared on the little girl's face.

But there are tears on the smiling face.

She stood up, just on the top of the building, overlooking the entire imperial capital, the entire Holy Empire, she laughed and wept freely: "This is not Queen Terina's empty threat, this is Her Majesty Empress Catherina's most serious promise, believe me, she will not promise casually if she has not made any promises for thousands of years." ”

......

What if Alfred really died?

What if Elizabeth really died?

The tremendous pressure in his chest, the severe pain in his abdomen, almost made Augustus unable to breathe, Augustus had no doubt that as long as there was such a brief relaxation in his spirit, he would fall directly to the ground the next moment, and then he would not be able to get up, he didn't know how he suddenly had these useless thoughts, and he didn't know that he was dead, and he was worried about what the point of these things was, but he couldn't contain his thoughts, and he couldn't contain the panic caused by these thoughts made him feel frightened, so because of the fear because of the gradual weakening of his consciousness, he couldn't control his steps, control his movements, all he could do was bite his lipEven if his jaw was covered in blood, he had to do everything he could to keep him awake as much as possible.

Another sharp arrow clung to his arm, plunged deep into the wall beside him, never to be seen again.

Augustus was running wildly when he heard a faint voice, and it was a woman's voice.

"Stop your steps and accept the judgment of the Lord, or the Lord will judge your soul Himself. ”

Was it the archer who was chasing him?

Without looking back, Augustus, who was running wildly, laughed equally unbridledly.

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