Chapter 88: The Raven and the Snow Blade (Part II)
Faced with the reversed situation, Nicola's face was ugly.
He tried to pull out the bolt that pierced his left arm and shoulder, but the wound on his right side affected his right hand, and he could only fail in repeated exertion and muffled grunts.
Nicollet sighed softly, groaning to end his sixth attempt to draw his bolts.
"How did you shoot me?"
The Starfall looked at the inconspicuous black arm crossbow with reluctance, and then looked at the bolt that had nailed itself to the rock wall.
"What is that weapon, what is it capable of?"
Monty, who was also dying, lay weakly on the ground, and the badly burned man struggled to reach for the rock, trying to sit up and silently regain his strength.
I only heard the crow snort disdainfully:
"I don't have to tell you. β
Nikolai looked at him and couldn't help but grit his teeth slightly.
"Come on, then," the Meteorite sweated profusely from the pain, but his lips still trembled, and he squeezed a few words from between his teeth:
"Twist my neck and make a knot. β
The Death Raven stared at his miserable appearance intensely, and after a while, suddenly grinned.
"I'm not going to venture near you again, Thorn," Monty tore off a full piece of clothing as he endured the pain, wiping his wound lightly, bandaging it in the same way as Nicollet:
"We're all in a bad situation right now......"
Monty raised his head with difficulty and smiled reluctantly: "If you fight again in a short fight, God knows what other surprises you have prepared for me." β
Nicola's eyes narrowed.
"You're afraid of me. The Meteorite said coldly.
The Crow shook his head, tore open the strip of cloth with his teeth, and bandaged his unoptimistic right arm in a sharp pain that bared his teeth: "On the contrary, I have taken control of the situation. β
"Just wait for me to recover, keep this distance, rewind it, and load a few bolts," Monty gasped, his trembling fingers pointing at the time crossbow in the distance, and then at his opponent, his eyes sharp:
"The rest is fixed targeting. β
Nicola's face sank.
The Meteorite's right hand clenched weakly on the shaft of the arrow in front of his shoulder, trying to break it. However, the crossbow arrow was much harder than the ordinary long arrow, and it did not have a sharp weapon like the Rising Japanese Sword, and coupled with the injured and weak right hand, his efforts had limited effect, and he could only gasp in painful attempts again and again.
Monty burst out laughing.
He trembled, sweating and tearing off the flesh and blood on his chest, trying to stand up, but eventually collapsed.
"Hahaha," Monty laughed unconcernedly, as he fell, "so this became a 'make it to the end' game, didn't it?" β
On the rocky ground, the defeated men stared at each other, their eyes brushing sparks in the air.
The dead crow turned over, and the severe burns made him snort in pain: "Remember the 'greeting gift' we welcomed the newcomers, that bastard of the iceberg, who stripped us naked and threw us into the snow on the first night, and told us that there would be hot water at the finish line, so a large group of bare-bottomed men trembled and ran for their lives......"
Nicolas frowned.
Monty snorted fiercely: "We can't run the finish line until we fall down - we found out afterwards that there is no end at all, the so-called greeting gift, the tradition of the White Blade Guards is just to test our limits." β
His eyes froze in mid-air, as if he were saying to himself: "Lies are always the most effective whip." β
Nicolai shook his head stiffly.
"You don't deserve to mention the Guard," the last remaining finishing power in his body surged toward the wound, struggling to ease the sharp pain in his shoulder, "Betrayer of the Oath." β
The dead crow stiffened slightly, and his breathing was slightly heavy.
"Blade Oath...... Betrayal ......" At that moment, Monty's expression was a little dazed.
But after a moment, the man immediately shrugged his shoulders with a smile on his face, and hissed in pain in the after-effects of the burn: "Say whatever you want, anyway......"
The dead crow's expression became solemn, and his eyes were cold:
"These are your last words. β
"Starfaller. β
To his surprise, Nicollet smiled.
He leaned back against the rock wall, looking at Monty with a complicated look in his eyes.
"If half of what you're saying is true, big mouth...... At least, at least you weren't a member of the secret department at first. β
Nicolai narrowed his eyes, "What made you apostatize, or what trick did Mykoe get hold of you?"
Monty was stunned at first, and then burst into laughter: "Oh my God, you're talking more and more like Kaslan." β
Nicollet ignored his diversionary words.
"The career of the White Blade Guards may bring you torture, but the maggots who throw themselves into the dark night of the secret department will not make any progress, you don't really think that they are your saviors and can save you from trouble, right?"
Monty's smile vanished.
"That's a worse step," the Starfall said, looking at the Rising Japanese Saber and the Crossbow of Time in the distance, "to walk out of one abyss and throw yourself into anotherβyou must have another reason." β
Monty was silent for a few seconds, then pulled out a painful and happy smile.
"Some things don't need a reason. β
The Death Crow snorted coldly, "Maybe I was born a traitor, heartless, unemotional, and conscienceless, so Kaslan chose me to be that dirty knife." β
But Nicolai ignored him, and went on to himself: "That was your first betrayal, wasn't it? β
Monty's eyebrows moved.
I saw that the Meteorite seemed to be an old man reminiscing about the past, and said lightly: "After the death of Prince Suril, you tried every means to leave Longxiao City and leave the previous king, because you are also afraid, afraid that he will find out the truth. β
"And the reason for instigating your betrayal may be in that assassination eighteen years ago. β
Nicollet stared at Monty intently.
The Dead Raven looked back at him with a solemn expression.
"Damn, you're not only getting stronger," Monty muttered, "and you're getting more suspicious." β
Nicolai glanced at the prince who was moaning softly in a coma.
"If you have been confronted day and night with a cunning, sinister, scheming prince of the stars who thinks about you every day, and you can't lift a finger of him," said the Starfall coldly:
"You're going to be like me, too. β
Monty shook his head and smiled.
"None of this matters," the Dead Raven tried to get up again, his face turning grim, "Just wait for me to ......"
At that moment, Nicollet spoke softly and spat out another name:
"Adele. β
At that moment, Monty, who was trying to get up, stiffened in place.
It took a long time for the crow with a relaxed expression to sit down.
It's like a pawn that has lost its center of gravity.
Looking at Monty, who was unusually out of shape, Nicollet sighed deeply.
"You haven't forgotten her, have you?"
The neck of the dead crow was like an old and rusted clock, and it turned to Nicolai with difficulty, and his expression stiffened: "What?"
The sun was setting at an angle again, and their shadows were gradually slanting eastward.
The Meteorite looked like a battered old man, his face was gloomy, and his tone was lost: "The reason why you threw yourself to the stars and to the secret department, the reason why you must have Prince Surir's death - I can only think of this." β
Monty looked at his old boss in shock: "You, you ......"
"You thought you were well disguised, and no one knew," said Nicollet, chuckling inexplicably, but his words were full of exhaustion, "but look at Madame Adele's eyes, and your unusual number and place of duty......"
"No, no," Monty's breath quickened, and his gaze was filled with incredulous emotion as he looked at Nicolais, "You know?"
"So you saw it a long time ago?"
"Son of a bitch," Nikolai just looked at him coldly, and affirmed, "So, your betrayal does have something to do with that woman." β
"Right?"
The Death Raven lowered his head and was silent for a long time.
The Starfall stared at him like an inquisitor, his eyes like swords.
Monty suddenly moved.
I saw him tugging at the corners of his mouth, looking up and laughing in the twitching of his cheeks: "Hahaha......"
Nicolai closed his eyes, his face grim.
"Adele," the Death Crow exhaled softly, repeating the name with a lonely expression, "Adele, yes, she's the turning point of everything." β
"Bang!"
I don't know if it was because of the injury or because of the emotion, Nicollet elbowed hard and slammed the rock wall on his back: "Damn, damn it......"
"Damn it!"
The Meteorite gripped the shaft of the arrow again, trying to break it, snorting in pain and cold sweat, biting out the words intermittently: "Back then, when I was on the line, I deliberately transferred you away...... By all means, every effort will be made to keep you away from the courtyard of blood, away from Lady Adele, so that you will not see her for several years......"
"I'm still uncharacteristically looking for you to drink, and I advise you to quickly find a girl to start a family......"
Monty was slightly stunned.
"Ahh
Nicolai, who had failed to get out of trouble again, screamed in pain and smashed the rock wall in anger: "I've done so much, don't you understand what I meanβstay away from her, stay away from that ominous, unpretty, Commath woman, and abandon your unruly and forbidden boring feelings!"
Monty froze in place, motionless.
The next moment, resentment and anger appeared on the face of the Dead Crow.
I saw him slam the ground, staggered to his feet despite his injuries, and glared at the meteorite with eyes that were almost cannibalistic:
Monty trembled against the rock, gritted his teeth and roared, "So it's you, it's you, Thorn?"
"In the years when Adele first married to Longxiao City, you deliberately transferred me away, just to ensure that I stayed away from her, couldn't see her, couldn't get close to her?"
The bruised crow threw out his arm angrily: "It's you!"
A small handleless throwing knife flashed through the air.
Nicolas took a breath and subconsciously waved his right hand!
"Ding!"
The knife grazed Nicolai's bracer and missed the rock wall, falling limplessly.
Monty, who threw the throwing knife, stood unsteadily, and fell to the ground, kicking up dust.
But he didn't pay any attention to it, just braced himself back up with his bloody arms.
"Even in the years when she suffered the most, suffered the most, and suffered the most, I was not there, and I couldn't see her, and I couldn't help her......"
For the first time, Monty's words were filled with a trill: "It's all because of you?"
The Starfall looked at the throwing knife, and his anger intensified.
"That's for your own good!"
He snorted hard: "I thought that in this way, you would be able to throw away those unrealistic fantasies......"
"Can't you see it, you idiot!"
But Monty paid no attention to Nicola's words, and the resentment on his face suddenly turned to pathos, then to loss, and then to sadness.
Dozens of seconds passed, and only the breathing of two men remained in the air.
Eventually, all the expressions on the face of the Dead Raven vanished.
He stared blankly at the ground, sinking headlong into the dust again.
"I thought my method worked," Nicolai lowered his head, his eyes were sinister, and his right hand was clenched into a fist, "I thought you would forget about her if you got drunk and went to a few more womenβas usual......"
Monty rolled over with difficulty, first looking at Nicolas in a trance, and then laughing strangely.
The smile was so big, the amplitude was so great, even tears came out of my eyes.
"Forget her?"
"How could it be. β
The burned-covered man exhaled slowly, with endless melancholy and sigh in his voice:
"I will never forget that dayβthe day I entered Vine City, the gentle and graceful Miss Adele Gerst, dressed in a light veil and with red eyes, said goodbye to her parents and siblings, and slowly stepped into the wedding carriage of our Longxiao City Mission step by step under the reluctance of the residents of the city. β
"To the cold north. β
Monty looked at the sky, and his right hand trembled slightly:
"I remember helping Adele into the car, her reddish face, that innocent smile, that shy thank you. β
The Death Crow spoke in a daze, his face full of confusion:
"I remember the beautiful bow on her wrist, the pattern on her dress, the light stroking of her throat in the carriage, and the song seemed to have a kind of power that made the Northlanders accustomed to fighting and killing listen with bated breath. β
Nicolas closed his eyes tightly and let out a low, almost inaudible roar emanating from his throat, the veins in his arms bulging from excessive exertion.
"I remember that I, who had been so flamboyant, suddenly became clumsy, and could only sweat profusely to comfort the young lady whose eyes were red with sadness, and to comfort her that the Northland was a good place, that all the people there were uninhibited, tolerant, unyielding, and zealous, and that the Prince of Suril was heroic and brave, and that she would be happyβall these words which later proved to be shameless lies. β
Monty struggled to sit up, looking at the Meteorite in distraction and sadness.
"Yes, I met her before all of you," the man grimaced, "and lost her sooner." β
Nicolai exhaled heavily and looked at Monty in disbelief: "Lose her?"
"Damn, she was never yours!"
The Meteorite threw another punch and smashed it into the rock wall.
He was quite out of shape, and roared under the double pain of body and spirit: "That is the wife of His Royal Highness the Prince!
"For the sake of a woman, you forget your identity, betray the White Guards, betray the king and the prince - don't you think it's ridiculous!"
Monty scoffed.
He ignored Nicola's accusations and just smiled indifferently.
"Of course, maggots like me, who were born in the dark and scavenged in the mud, don't even have the qualifications to miss Adele. β
Lying on the ground, the Death Crow sighed slowly: "I have long figured it out: as a noble and beautiful princess, she has no reason to deal with a lowly guard who is born as a country hunter, has rude words and deeds, and is full of blood. β
His eyes wandered, and he wryly smiled and gasped: "The only thing I can do, and the only thing I desire, is to seize the few moments that stay in Valhalla, and be on duty seriously and frequently, and when I pass by her courtyard, I pretend to be vigilant, and occasionally glance at the girl who looks lonely." β
"The only thing I hope for, and the only thing I can satisfy, is to wait until the middle of the night, when no one is around, huddle alone in the dark corner of the courtyard of blood in a daze, looking at the flowers and plants she has taken care of, looking at the stars in the sky, and thinking about her smile over and over again. β
"That's enough," said Monty, who was immersed in the past, stunned.
"Enough. β
"Bastard, coward," Nikolai looked at him disdainfully, "I regret talking so much nonsense with you, I should have castrated you with a knife when I found out you were wrong." β
Monty shook his head, not seeming to hear the other man's words.
"So ......"
"When that night comes," the Death Crow seemed to regain his composure, only to see him sneer, the color in his eyes becoming horrible and cold again, "Do you know how I feel?"
Nicolas was stunned:
"That night?"
Monty glanced at him, obviously expressionless, but the inexplicable emotion in his eyes made the Meteorite feel worried.
"That night, once again, as the king of the crow, I rushed back to Longxiao City from the war-torn Star Kingdom to report to King Nunn and his son. β
Monti recounted without sorrow or joy, as if what happened next had nothing to do with him: "It was also that night that Prince Suril summoned me privately. β
"Our majestic and valiant Highness Suril Walton calmly and indifferently ordered to me: there is a royal scandal that is not open to the public, and it needs to be dealt with urgently. β
Nicolas froze.
I don't know when it began, and the voice of the dead crow began to tremble:
"He commanded me to get rid of his wife without any trouble. β
"Princess, Lady Adele. β
Monty slowly raised her eyes, and the gloom in her gaze was boundless: "And the lover she fell in love with all her heart." β
"The Disloyal White-Bladed Guardian - Byrne Mielke. β
(End of chapter)