Chapter 239

Why is that?

Francis didn't get so angry as planned. Shouldn't he just catch this damn hick and throw him into the church prison in the name of the Holy Cross?!

Why

Why can Loren Turin, who interrupted his plan, still sit opposite him and enjoy the hospitality of the Bellini family like a guest?!

With trembling eyes, alto Bellini tried his best to hide his anger. He held the sterling silver knife in his hand, and the skin in his index finger was cut. He didn't feel it. His eyes were constantly moving between Francis and Loren.

The only reasonable explanation can only be that there was an accident, so that the fascists could not directly detain Loren Turin according to the original plan, and even had to ease the hostile relations between the two sides and stabilize the situation.

According to Alto's knowledge of fascism, he hated the damn black haired wizard even more than himself. Even if there was a little chance, he could not let the guy out of the room alive.

So what is the reason? Alto's eyes, which forced his cheeks to twitch, passed through the candle. Loren Turin's face, which was not timid, could not even see the slightest fear, seemed to hide the answer he wanted.

Did he catch something, or did the assassins who ambushed them fail? Let this hick be so confident!

"I believe that Lord Loren Turin must have done these things for a reason." Francis suddenly looked at Alto and looked at him with a silent look on his smiling face: "Sir Alto Bellini, what do you think?"

In the dead and silent side hall, only the flickering sound of candles can be heard.

... they're surrounded!

Just before the group knew the number of enemies, the assassins had launched a surprise attack - two "beggars" who had climbed over the wall jumped directly at Vera driving with short knives!

What "greeted" them were two accurate crossbows and arrows.

"Don't be nervous, stay stable and get out of here." he threw away the crossbow. Edward, who had used "beyond perception", said in a cold tone, and his sharp stabbing sword penetrated the throat of the back attacker.

The assassin who was bleeding and died too late to shout was trampled to pieces by horseshoes!

"I think you're nervous!"

Unconvinced Vera clutching the reins, the broken carriage that would fall apart at any time ran wildly in the straight lane - she wanted to help more now, but the red haired girl knew better what she should do.

There is a time limit for the use of the high-level magic spell "beyond perception". When Edward reaches the limit, it is the time when she really wants to fight!

The speed of the carriage was faster and faster, and the assassins behind were gradually thrown away one by one, or kicked down by Edward, and they could leave the long lane.

After rushing out of the alley, turn right, which is the last street in the civilian area in the south of the city. You can reach the South Gate in half a quarter of an hour - as long as you leave the city and reach the suburbs before the patrol guards notice, the enemy will never catch up!

Edward at the top of the carriage put away his sword and stared at the end of the long lane... Would the enemy really let them leave here so easily?

Of course not!

Just before the carriage was about to rush out of the long lane, two assassins suddenly appeared at the end of the road. The one in front was nailed to the ground by a crossbow and arrow, but another took the opportunity to escape the night watchman's crossbow.

In an instant, Edward clearly saw that the assassin pulled out his machete. With a long whinny, the horse whose legs were cut off fell to the ground, and the knocked down carriage overturned forward with inertia!

As expected!

Edward, who jumped down first, stabbed the "beggar" who still wanted to draw a knife to resist with a sword, and the enemy behind him had caught up. The night watchman with long sword stained blood looked very ugly.

"Boom!"

The car fell to the ground and turned into pieces. In a coma, Isaac finally opened his eyes in the loud noise. The first thing he saw was the baby faced wizard who was covered with blood and protected him. Peter FASA!

"What's going on?"

The moment before the carriage fell, there was no time to think. Peter FASA directly hugged Isaac as last time, but this time he was not so lucky - the carriage falling from the sky directly smashed three ribs with inertia, and was hit in the lower leg by the falling beam.

"Gavin, Ivan, take him away!" drew his sword to stop the assassin. Peter, whose cheeks were twitching with pain, could only shout at his throat: "don't worry about anything, just take him out of the city!"

As soon as the words fell, Peter suddenly rushed forward and put his shoulder blade against the assassin's sharp knife, and the dagger in his hand pierced the enemy's throat!

This time, Peter FASA finally felt what was wrong with the enemy.

These assassins were so quiet that they didn't make any sound from beginning to end, whether it was a fight or a raid. They were silent like living dead people - even the guards at the Midsummer Festival banquet didn't let him have such a creepy fear!

"Wait, you, who can explain to me what's going on!" Isaac was frightened like a child and looked at Peter covered in blood: "is he hurt? We have to find a pharmacist quickly, although many of them are presbyopia and often can't tell whether the patient is male or female..."

"We have to get out of here quickly, Mr. Isaac!" the older Gavin comforted him and held Isaac from both sides with Ivan. "Peter, he'll be fine!"

The three men ran towards the end of the alley. Vera, who finally came back, saw Peter lying in a pool of blood. He grabbed the collar as soon as she wanted to speak!

"Protect them, especially Isaac Grantham, and don't let anything happen to him!" Peter, with a baby face, looked ferocious like a beast at the moment: "we failed twice! He is our only chance to turn over, okay

"Ming, understand!" the flustered red haired girl nodded quickly. She just hesitated for a moment and resolutely turned back to catch up with Jiawen and Ivan who had run away.

After confirming Vera's departure, Peter, relieved, spat blood sputum, struggled against the wall, and crushed the rune in the palm with the left hand of the "caster".

"Beyond perception" --!

"Now it's just the two of us, Edward." the determined wizard Peter looked at the indifferent night watchman, slowly took out a spell book from his collar and opened it with one hand:

"Leave them all here."

"Of course, I also believe that Lord Loren Turin must have his difficulties in using his alias."

Just for a moment, alto resumed his original scholar like expression, smiled and nodded to Francis: "since it is a person known by Francis, how can it be a malicious gangster?"

"I'm very sorry, Lord Loren Turin. I was a little rude to you before." said, alto Bellini actually got up and bowed respectfully to the black haired Wizard: "I hope I can get your forgiveness, and the Bellini family will compensate you for your loss."

Seeing that Alto was so "on the road", Francis nodded with great "satisfaction": "speaking, Lord Loren Turin, like you, is a very gifted wizard, just a completely different talent - when he was in lottel, he solved many problems for the church several times in a row."

"You are really flattered, Lord farnesis!" the black haired wizard quickly said in fear: "I just did what a devout wizard should do."

"Yes, and a devout wizard can always get a lot of help to let them complete their mission."

Francis smiled modestly, put down his glass leisurely and spoke again: "I had heard a lot of rumors about you before my visit - about you protecting the young ladies of the corona family all the way home and helping them resist the raids of ghouls. Such a noble move deserves the reward of the Holy Cross!"

I see... The corona family?!

Sitting at both ends of the long table, the two quietly read in their hearts almost at the same time.