Section 13: Instinct

The second round of dance music is over.

Ashrufat left the dance floor. He felt that he was still full of energy, and he didn't even catch his breath. But he could tell that the other dancers, especially his partner (a woman who had invited him on her own initiative, but older) were a little tired. After a round of dancing, the middle-aged woman was already showing obvious fatigue.

It can be seen that a dance is quite physically exhausting. But Ashrufat found that he didn't feel anything at all—he had danced three times in a row, but he hadn't sweated a drop, let alone tired.

I must have been rigorously trained. Ashrufat told himself in his heart that he had a very strict exercise, so he had very good physical strength, even extraordinary physical strength.

There's nothing strange about that, though. If a professional soldier licking blood with a knife head does not have good physical strength, then it is called a rare thing.

As before, between every two rounds of dance music, a light-hearted rhythm is played. As he was about to do something else, a uniformed servant hurried up to him.

"Mr. Aeshurufat?" asked the servant.

"It's me. Ashrufat replied. The servant immediately handed him a small note and left.

The small note was written in a graceful handwriting. "I'm waiting for you on the edge of the backyard garden. "But there is no signature or any other sign on the back. In addition to these handwritings, there was a strong smell of perfume on the note, which seemed to be written by a woman. He turned back to look for the servant, only to find that the servant had already disappeared into the crowd.

It's funny!, Ashrufat thought to himself. However, he also knows some such rumors, and the ball is a social occasion, and the concept of socializing is very broad. In addition, there are many types of aristocratic families that maintain the name of husband and wife, but in fact they are strangers. Could it be that which woman did you fall in love with?

Ashrufat thought about it, and finally decided to take a look.

As mentioned earlier, this mansion, which belonged to Baron Raoult, was a very large building. Although it is not a castle, it actually occupies more than a castle. The place where the ball is located is actually just a front hall, and there is a large garden at the back.

Without much difficulty, Ashrufat asked for the way to the back garden. It must be said that although there were a lot of guests at this ball, almost all of them were concentrated in the foyer part of the mansion. When Ashrufat came to the entrance of the garden, he found that there were few people around, and only the servants in the baron's mansion were walking around, and not a single guest could be seen. Of course, it's not surprising that a guest comes out to breathe and enjoy a moment of tranquility. So the servants did not create any obstacle to Ashrufat's movements, and at most they just greeted him as they passed by.

"On the edge of the backyard garden" is a vague phrase that doesn't specify the exact location. In other words, it's likely that Ashrufat will need to walk around the garden. The place chosen by this mysterious woman is also very interesting - since there are so few people at the entrance to the garden, then inside, the so-called "edge", there is probably a no-man's corner, whatever they say or do, there is no need to worry about a third party accidentally bumping into it.

"Mr. Aeshurufat. A voice rang out. Ashrufat followed the sound and saw none other than Lanny, who had danced with him earlier.

Then again, after the dance just now, he never saw this woman again.

Lannie stood there, covering one side of her face with a handkerchief.

"You...... What's going on?"

"It's fine, it's just that I accidentally fell. Lannie replied with a smile, though her smile was a little forced. "You're not going to go to the garden. ”

"I'm sorry, that's what I thought. Ashrufat replied. "How?"

"I've got a message for you—I've heard that someone is planning to do your good. They had already set up an ambush in the garden, and a few minutes earlier I had witnessed several men carrying sticks entering the garden. ”

"Not good for me?" Ashrufat asked rhetorically.

"Yes, so I'm here to warn you. Lannie replied. "I'm afraid I can't continue dancing like this, I have to go back. Please don't ignore the woman's warnings. ”

"I'll be careful. Ashrufat replied.

Lannie turned away, leaving Ashrufat alone, looking at the fragrant note in her hand. Well, it's true that weapons are forbidden at balls, but sticks are easy to find anywhere. Ashrufat thought for a moment, and he felt that no matter what, he had to understand who was behind the plot against him. For example, this Yara today, he saw it for the first time.

He doesn't remember the past after all - if it's the hatred he provoked before his amnesia, then he'd better take the opportunity to fix the problem. Some hatreds will fade over time, but some will ferment, and the longer it drags on, the more disadvantageous it becomes.

He began to walk into the garden. As mentioned before, this manor house of the Baron has a large garden and even a grove inside. At this moment, all the servants were busy serving the ball, and the garden was silent, except for the moonlight shining silently overhead.

Ashrufat had already discovered that he had a keen vision of darkness. But that's nothing, because the book also says that a person can develop dark vision if they have enough training and a proper diet. Although he himself felt that his dark vision might be a bit exaggerated - because he saw things at night and during the day, there was almost no difference, and the slightest was visible.

He stopped at the edge of the woods. If you want to ambush people here, this area should be the best place to go. And his hearing clearly told him that someone was lurking in the bushes.

"There's no one else here," he said loudly. "So let's come out and talk. ”

Three or four figures emerged from the woods, each dressed in the flamboyant attire of a ball, and with masks on their faces. Ashrufat saw that almost all of them had clubs in their hands, and their every move revealed strong hostility.

Tsk, I don't think I'm the one I can talk to. Ashrufat looked around, and as if he had danced before, he had no fear at all. It's not deliberate, it's instinctive. When Lannie invited him to dance, he didn't even think about "I can't dance". Now that he's being attacked by a bunch of people here, he doesn't even think about the fact that "I can't beat them".

It was too late, and then a man stepped up from behind and swung his club at Ashrufat's head.

This was really the most clumsy attack—the thought that crept into Ashrufat's mind. He didn't even bother to dodge, just reached out for a split second and grabbed the man's wrist. The masked man struggled, and Ashrufat squeezed with all his might, directly crushing his wrist bone with terrifying force.

There was a crisp sound of bones shattering, and the attacker let out a scream and staggered back with his hand in his hand. He looked up at Ashrufat, his eyes filled with surprise and fear.

Ashrufat subconsciously understood that he was very familiar with this gaze. He must have seen people look at him like that countless times.

A warning suddenly rose in my heart. Ashrufat took a half-step back and looked behind him, just in time to see someone lunging towards him from behind. The man had not a club in his hand, but a short sword. This is not a conflict of anger in private, a brawl, but an attack, a murder.

Suddenly, Ashruphat felt his heart begin to beat violently. The swift sword mixed with the breath of death activated his instincts. In an instant, countless images pass by in my mind, both clear and hazy, making people feel breathless for a moment. The muscles in his throat twitched, but it wasn't fear, for he understood that the sword seemed imposing, but in fact it was monotonous and stupid, not worth fearing at all, and even its movements were as slow as a turtle.

He sideways avoided the dagger for a split second. Ashruphat was able to take the dagger while dodging, but immediately changed his mind when he saw the sword-wielder's jealous eyes. His hand brushed only lightly against the hilt of the sword, then he reached out and hooked it on the foot of the fellow who rushed towards him.

The guy with the dagger rushed too hard and was hooked by him and lost his balance, causing him to lose his balance and fall to the ground. And the short sword in his hand was dropped off a head, and the tip of the sword stabbed through his jaw, the back of his head, and pierced through his brain.

In the originally silent garden, a terrifying scream sounded. Unlike the scream just now, this is a terrible cry that can only be made at the moment of human death. The sound pierces people's eardrums like a sharp cone. Although the men here came with murderous intentions, when death came, not on their prey, but on one of their companions, fear prevailed over courage.

I don't know who was the first to escape, and in the blink of an eye, all the attackers scattered and fled. Instead of chasing, Ashrufat glanced at the guy on the ground and turned away.

He left just in time. As he had not been back at the ball for a long time, Baron Raoul hastily announced the suspension of the ball.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I have very sad news for you. The Knight of Yara suddenly committed suicide in the garden of the house. The baron announced loudly.

It seemed that the dying scream was so harsh and sharp that it caught the attention of the servants at the edge of the garden.

"Suicide for what?" many people discussed in private.

"What about the sheriff?" said the others.