Then, the two exchange rings in the presence of a priest affiliated with the Church of the Contracted Knights, followed by a passionate kiss, which is also an important part of the wedding. After some interaction with several important VIPs in the audience, Kylelius and Licia walked down the steps, which was the first step of the wedding.

On the way, Kylelius heard a faint exhalation from the girl next to her, and it seemed that she was very uncomfortable with the scene just now. Kellius then smiled slightly, her somewhat lazy and innocent personality made Kellius, who was also indifferent, like it very much.

The two of them had just walked down the stairs and had not yet taken their breath, but Sir Sissoko suddenly walked up to them at this time, and this time he also brought a man who looked to be in his thirties and dressed in aristocratic clothes, judging by his temperament, he must have been a soldier or adventurer who had seen blood in the past, and even now he was very likely to serve in the army.

But it was none of Kellius' business, and he was very suspicious of the purpose of the Sir bringing this man to him, and he always thought it strange. The Earl, who had been waiting at the podium, looked at the "uninvited guest" with the same suspicion and a hint of anger, waiting for his explanation.

Before Kylelius could figure out anything, the knight who came from here spoke first: "Your Excellency, Your Excellency the Bishop, I'm really sorry to disturb you two in your busy schedule. ”

Then let the middle-aged man behind him introduce the two of them: "This is a distant relative of mine, and I want him to be a squad leader in the garrison." Greetings to the two Excellencies, Jik, oh, and Miss Licia. ”

The middle-aged man, whom the knight called Jike, hurriedly took two steps forward when he heard this, and warmly stretched out his hand to greet the two.

Both the Earl and Kylelius felt strange when they heard this, this Sir was not a very well-behaved person in the first place, and his garrison was such a low-level official position as a squad leader, he could appoint it himself, at most he could report to Rick afterwards.

And at such a wedding banquet, it is obviously not very appropriate to talk about such personnel issues.

It is also very problematic to have the object of his inquiry, you must know that although the count and the Callius are also considered to have status and status, they are not government officials in the town.

This kind of appointment of the town government should obviously be a matter for the mayor and the town council president, and should be done with the two viscounts Rick and Fisher. Jazz's outrageous behavior this time is obviously not very in line with the rules, and it is also not in line with his usual way of acting.

The Count frowned deeply, showing displeasure in his heart. He didn't pay attention to the middle-aged man who had already walked in front of him, and just snorted softly, which was considered a response, and at the same time appropriately expressed the dissatisfaction in his heart.

The middle-aged man didn't look angry, and of course he didn't have the right to be angry, after all, he was facing one of the most powerful and influential nobles in the Cyprus region, and it was already for the sake of him that he was introduced by Sir Ir.

The middle-aged man was not angry, and still walked towards Kylelius with such a flattering smile. Kylelius didn't show any unhappiness, although he was puzzled, he still stretched out his hand and shook it to the middle-aged man.

The Count looked to the other side with some annoyance, and Kylelius pondered the sir's intentions, and did not concentrate his attention. Neither of them noticed that the corners of Jazz's mouth suddenly hooked up a shocking arc.

This made Lycia, who noticed all this, tremble for no reason, and she was about to say something to remind her husband, but before the words could come out, something that frightened her happened in front of her eyes.

Just as Licia had just opened her lips like this layer of silver lipstick, the middle-aged man introduced by the knight suddenly pulled out a dagger glowing with cold light from a sleeve that looked a little loose. Picking up speed on his feet, he leaned forward and lowered his head and rushed towards Kyleus, who looked defenseless.

Although Kylelius was a beat slower to react, he still didn't care. He wouldn't be hurt by a mere dagger that hadn't been enchanted in any way, even if it seemed to any normal person to be a masterpiece made by a master.

Although this dagger was no threat to Kyleus, the reflection on the dagger still made Kyleus's eyes a little uncomfortable.

The priest involuntarily closed his eyes.

However, when he opened his eyes again, his world collapsed in an instant, without warning. The sudden collapse of the world made the priest seem completely at a loss.

Blood, a lot of blood.

Kelelius looked at the picture in front of him like a movie slowing down, the brain that had always been full of reason and calmness, the brain that had always been awake and clear-minded, was now only a boundless blank.

Meaningless white flooded my mind until a blind, bright red color appeared in a patch of white, giving the boundless white its first hint of color.

But Kylelius preferred not to have this beautiful color at this time, preferring to remain in the senseless and terrifying white of what had just been.

For this is blood, the blood of a man, the blood of a pure maiden, the blood of the only holy and soft girl in his heart.

When Kylelius couldn't help but close his eyes because of the reflection on the dagger. Licia saw the middle-aged man's movements and the sinister smile on the corner of her mouth, and she was the only one around her who noticed that something was wrong.

Although Lycia couldn't tell what level of professional the assassin was, there was a girl who knew enough to know that even if the assassin was just an ordinary man who lacked training himself all year round, nothing could stop him.

Not to mention, since this assassin came here to assassinate, his professional level would not be much lower, and Lycia, a noble girl of fifteen or sixteen, could not stop his movements.

Seeing that Morihan's dagger was about to pierce her husband's body, Lycia made the most important decision in her life, and even for Kylelius and the others, it was a fate-changing one.

Dragged in a pure white floor-sweeping wedding dress, she desperately charged at the Assassin, using her short, thin body to block between Kylelius and the deadly dagger.

While the dagger was no threat to Kyleus, it was undoubtedly fatal to Lycia.

With a muffled "poof!", the sharp dagger pierced through Lycia's wedding dress, skin, flesh, and heart without hindrance.

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Recommend a girl's book.,The last male protagonist.

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