The Assassin was tied to a tree outside the barracks, shivering with the cold wind, but what terrified him more than the cold wind was the crossbow Paul was carrying, and he knew very well how powerful it was, which was only an arm's length and half an arm's thick. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Three thick cowhides? No, that special weapon could easily shoot through five cowhides at a distance of about ten meters. He didn't think his thin garment was stronger than cowhide.

"Three ......"

"Two ......"

Paul kept shaking his crossbow as if he were looking for a target for the poisoned arrow, and counted the countdown loudly in his mouth.

"No, no, no!" the assassin begged with a pale face. "Please, Your Royal Highness, don't let go of the arrows, I say, I'll say anything!"

Still pointing his crossbow at him, Paul asked, "Are you sure?"

"Holy Light, I am sure, forgive me for my sins, I am willing to tell me everything I know!"

As the Assassin finished speaking, Paul pulled the trigger, only to hear the sound of a bowstring, and the arrow shot at the Assassin like a streamer.

The Assassin screamed and fell silent, and after a few seconds he slowly opened his eyes, and he found that he was still alive and did not feel any pain, only to turn his head to find that the arrow with a shaft had been deeply embedded in the trunk of the tree near his ear.

Glancing at the murder weapon that nearly killed him, the assassin felt a starry look in his eyes and an indescribable thirst in his mouth.

"Tell me, who sent you to assassinate you? Paul drew another arrow and put it into his crossbow, as if he wanted to shoot again.

"It was Old Mudin who gave me the money, and he said that if I could kill the chief of the orcs, then he would give me five thousand gold coins. The Assassin who survived the aftermath felt his crotch soaking wet, but the shame was nothing compared to his life.

Paul played with the murder weapon in his hand, seemingly unoblivious to the other man's words, but he suddenly raised his crossbow and aimed it at the bound assassin and shouted.

"What are you talking about? It's too quiet for me to hear, be louder!"

"Old Mudin said that if I can kill the chief of the orcs, then he will give me five thousand gold coins!" replied the immobile assassin in a frightened voice.

"Old Mudding?"

Seeing Paul's puzzled look, Green quickly explained: "Old Mudin is one of the suspicious elements on the list these days, and his actions are very secretive on weekdays, and the people we sent out to follow him are often dumped, and because there is no evidence, we have never found a chance to arrest him. ”

"What country is he from?" asked Paul again.

"According to the investigation, he is from the south of the empire, and now he is in the fur business in the north, and he has been in Fameldos for eight years, but it has not been found out where he is from the south. ”

Ever since Paul secretly ordered an investigation into the suspicious elements in the city, Green had noticed this man named Old Muddin, but after some effort, he found that he found nothing but some very rough information, and even the title Old Mudin was just a nickname for the other party.

"In eight years, only this bit of information has been left in this city, it looks like there is indeed something wrong with this person......"

Paul handed the crossbow to James and said, "James, this man has been handed over to you, and he will give him all the information he knows." ”

"Green, you lead people to arrest all the people on the list, and you are not allowed to let any of them go. ”

"Yes. ”

The two men who received the order immediately went into action.

Paul took care of these things and walked up to Marlowe, only to see that his brother's wounds had been bandaged and that he was still very weak, which was caused by the fact that the toxins that remained in Marlowe's body had not been completely removed. He looked at Marlowe's pale face and said, "My brother, you go back and rest first, I will definitely give you an explanation for this matter." ”

At this time, Marlowe only felt that the wound on his arm was extremely painful, and this pain gradually extended to all parts of his body, as if there were thousands of steel knives cutting flesh and scraping bones, even his fingers numb by the cold wind could clearly feel this unbearable pain. He gritted his teeth and nodded, then staggered towards the barracks with the help of the priest.

The Light is very effective at restraining dark magic, but it is not a panacea, especially against this poison made by alchemists, as the Light is most effective at removing the dark elemental that eats away the power of the soul.

The poison made by the alchemist is to destroy the body, even if most of the toxins are forced out, but there are still residual toxins in Marlowe's body, if those toxins are forcibly removed with holy light, it will cause secondary damage in Marlowe's body, after all, those so-called holy light treatments can regenerate severed limbs at the cost of overdrawing lives......

Unless it is a last resort, no one usually does this, and even church pastors do not recommend treating wounds that way.

"Gavin Giles. ”

"Your Royal Highness. ”

"I'm going to General Montgomery for a trip that will be about two hours late. You are optimistic about our soldiers in the barracks, Marlowe is injured, those orcs will definitely not be in a good mood, let our people not clash with them, and if there is anything inconvenient to deal with, notify me immediately. Paul thought about it for a moment and added. "If it's too urgent, go to Marlowe and he can handle it for me. ”

"Yes. ”

The priest wanted to help Marlowe to rest, but Marlowe decided not to go to his quarters for the time being, but walked towards the barracks of the tribesmen, and just now I don't know how many pairs of eyes saw what was happening at the entrance of the barracks through the windows and cracks in the door, and the reason why those people did not rush out was because they stopped them at the door of Mecca.

Getting closer and closer to the barracks, Marlowe began to adjust his breathing, slowly straightened up, and no longer let the priest beside him support him, he could not let the people see his weak face, at this time he had to straighten his chest and enter the barracks.

Pushing open the door of the barracks, Mecca and Rejay were blocking the door from left to right, and when they saw Marlowe entering, the tribesmen immediately greeted: "Chief, we just saw that you were injured, are you okay?"

"It's fine, it's just a little injury. Marlowe's eyes were as bright as the stars, and although his face was still a little bad, he could not distinguish it in the slightly dimly lit barracks.

"Chief, those humans are so vile, if they hadn't stopped Mecca, I would have rushed over and chopped those guys into minced meat!"

"That's it, we've never stolen and robbed since we entered the city, and those humans actually dared to hurt you, so I went out and cut off the heads of those guys!"