MTL - Medieval Empire Soldier-Chapter 156 · Prelude to turmoil

  Middenheim, White Wolf Castle, half an hour before the appearance of the Elector and his daughter.

   Walking alone in the garden of the castle courtyard, Claus-Goethe wearing the face of a businessman Pero Weasley, his face gradually became hideous and terrified.

The front of the Elector's Castle can no longer be gone. The guards sent by Jia are closely searching every corner of the castle. Perhaps it is because someone has found the body that he has hidden in the dark and has been stripped of the skin, or it may be other For other reasons, in short, he couldn't leave White Wolf Castle again.

   This astute businessman also knew that the time left for him was running out, and the situation was deteriorating. If the most powerful group of people in Middenheim appeared, it would only be a matter of time before he was arrested.

  The Lord of Changes is above, what shall I do next? !

Klaus took a deep breath from his undulating chest. He began to recall the process of killing the man more than ten minutes ago. Pero Weasley, a big businessman in the Tarabek Land, took the initiative to find him. It was about the trade of the Baron Draco. Claus was not interested in this. He wanted to leave the castle. After that, the two caused a conflict. The business director pulled out a sharp dagger and wiped the neck of the Perot businessman.

The Tzeentch believer is very smart. After a brief panic, he cut off the dead man's face with a dagger, and then applied a simple disguise technique to his face. Chaos magic even changed Klaus's head to a certain extent. The physical appearance of the two is not much different. After changing into the clothes of the Perrault merchant, he continued to try to abscond.

The sound of musical instruments and laughter from the main building of the castle became more and more harsh. He bravely pretended to go to the banquet hall, leaving little time for himself, so he had no choice but to do this, Klaus Knowing this plan of my own is very risky.

   He had to gamble to have a chance to turn the tide, otherwise he would die slowly, waiting for the warhammer of Yurik's Battle Priest to smash his mutated forehead.

   "Mr. Perot-Weasley, please remove your saber or personal dagger." The waiter at the reception recognized Perot's face, and he did not notice any difference from before.

"Well, okay." Klaus took a look. As expected, it was forbidden to carry weapons at the banquet. Even the few white wolf knights who entered did not carry weapons, but it was true that dozens of Teutonic guards were protecting them. Under the circumstance, in the event of an irresistible accident, their weapons will not work.

Claus took off Pero Weasley's sword and put it on the sword stand. The waiter didn't look at anything. He nodded and made a gesture of invitation: "Your seat is in the middle of the sixth row, Please come in."

Entering the banquet scene, Klaus noticed that the imperial hero Laren and his knight Adrian, who were sitting in the most conspicuous position, were both wearing swords. The peculiarities did not prevent either.

As Klaus was walking towards the seat given to him by the waiter step by step, an old nobleman in a black evening dress with a thick gray beard, who looked educated and wise, grabbed the corner of his sleeve. The old noble smiled kindly: "Mr. Perrault, where have you been just now? Madam Metallian has been complaining about you!"

"Babaghdadi??" Klaus turned his head to look, his voice trembling uncontrollably, the gentle old nobleman was undoubtedly the face he was most familiar with these days, the Black Purple Hand sect and his liaison, Tzeentch Believer Baghdadi, and then, Clauston roared in a low voice: "It turns out that this mission is not only assigned to me! Why didn't you tell me earlier? What are you crazy people trying to do?!"

   The sudden low roar was too obvious, and the nobles around the two cast their gazes.

The old aristocrat named Baghdadi glanced around calmly, he still tugged at the corner of Klaus' sleeve, and said with a smile on his face: "Mr. Perot, I really didn't expect two You will be drunk with a glass of red wine, haha~~ Lord Elector will arrive soon, let's take a seat as soon as possible."

   Fortunately, there were a lot of people today, and there were hundreds of people at the banquet, and the little episode did not attract the attention of a few people at all.

"What exactly is your plan? Isn't the mission to bring the drinks that Mrs. Annika Elise asked for into the castle?" After taking the seat, Klaus stared at the old nobleman alertly. Said, "Baghdadi, answer my question."

"There is no doubt that you killed Perot Weasley. He was related to the progress of the sect's infiltration into Tarabek. Without the full cooperation of Pero Weasley, the original sect had two progress against the elector himself. A smooth assassination, now, there is only one left." Baghdadi ignored the guy around him who used the disguise technique. He narrowed his eyes and kept looking around the banquet hall.

   "Perot. Like me, a member of the sect?"

"No, he doesn't know anything, his soul has long been filled with the filth of gold coins." The old nobleman took out the handkerchief he carried with him, folded it in half in an orderly manner, and flattened it: "Unlike you, Klaus, stupid enough to be simple. The task is not done well.”

   "Over and over again, I am Klaus-Goethe, am I a character you can play with at will!" Klaus clenched his hands, and the veins burst out on his forehead, "Baghdadi, I warn you"

"Shh, keep quiet." The old nobleman who was a gentleman said softly, his words were like a spell, and Klaus, who was beside him, noticed in horror that his mouth was tightly closed, and his body was paralyzed uncontrollably. Sitting in a chair and lifting a pinky finger is extremely difficult.

In the    Wuzi Hand sect, the rank is strict, and the high-ranking Tzeentch believers have absolute control over the lower believers. There is no doubt that Baghdadi's status is far more noble than the business directors who have just entered the sect.

The old aristocrat moved his body to stick to it, and Baghdadi whispered: "Listen, Mr. Claus, leaving the castle before the banquet starts is your last chance. Obviously, you missed this opportunity and killed Perot- Weasley, so next, you have to pay for what you did."

   "Finally, let me tell you a high-level secret. Our purpose is very simple. Tonight, it will be the death of the White Wolf Elector."

  Klaus's body kept shaking, and fear covered his whole body.

Soon, the climax of the banquet came. Tonight's protagonist, the elector father and daughter, appeared together. In the loud applause, the white wolf elector Boris Todbringer, who was full of pride and joy, showed a tough guy. On the tender side, at this moment he is more like a proud father, showing his proudest daughter to everyone present.

  Compliments, praise and celebration followed one after another, and the banquet waiters sprinkled the flower petals prepared in advance from the path that the father and daughter of the elector had to pass.

   Laylen and Eureka, who were sitting not far away, both noticed the different behavior of the Elector's daughter from usual. Sylina looked at them with only extremely unfamiliar indifference.

   "Eureka, in your impression, does Miss Sylina ever feel like this?" Laren stared at the elector, and he narrowed his eyes.

  ".Never." Eureka lowered her head and thought for a while, "She seems to have changed a person."

  Lyren's heart was awe-inspiring, the young baron recalled the scattered records on the documents he saw in the witch hunter's dark prison, and said solemnly: "Perhaps, Selina in front of us is already a person after being replaced."

The coming-of-age banquet of the Elector's daughter opened. All the great nobles in the old world were present. The nobles were mingling with each other and whispering. They were all congratulating the Elector's daughter with a sincere attitude. However, the large banquet contained many In a small private space, the big nobles are still thinking about how to reach more common interests.

Among them, several nobles who came from Ruikeling with the consent of the emperor himself did not look good. The large number of guests invited to the banquet represented that Midenling's status as the most important province in the north was further strengthened. They will all be forced to relinquish a little benefit.

Elector Boris was elated, he not only toasted again and again, but also issued an electoral order: "To celebrate the coming-of-age ceremony of my daughter Sylina, the entire Middenheim will be revelry today! Tell the city defense team, Lift the curfew, take out some of the food and wine in the city's reserves, and every freedman can drink and celebrate as long as he wishes in the name of the Todd Blinger family!"

   "Elector Yingming!"

   "Praise our Elector!"

   "Cheer, Middenheim!"

   "Uric is on!"

   The order of the White Wolf Elector spread all over the streets, and the whole city fell into a sea of ​​joy.

In the most conspicuous position of the banquet hall, two dozen high-ranking nobles are crowding around the Elector and his daughter. They continue to admire Selina's beauty and character, while Boris Todbringer is doting on his face. smile.

Selina's little hand was in his arms, and the elector himself was very pleased with her daughter's growth, and he felt that time passed quickly, the white wolf elector said softly: "My dear daughter, here Everything is prepared for you, are you happy?"

   "Yes." The Elector's daughter smiled slightly, her expression looked down. She was so gorgeous, as bright as the stars on a midsummer night, and like a pure stunner that couldn't be played with, people couldn't help but feel pity.

   "Daughter, are you tired, or are you not feeling well?" Boris hurriedly asked, and he ordered the Teutonic guard beside him: "Go and get the castle court doctor over."

   "Yes, my elector."

   The Teutonic Guard nodded.

"." Baghdadi saw the scene of the elector's body guard leaving. He didn't say a word and showed a strange smile. Klaus, who was under his control, stood up with her. The two interspersed in the crowd, facing the elector. I am close.

   Leaving the noisy banquet hall, the Teutonic guards immediately passed through the corridor and came to the high tower of the castle's main building.

A few seconds later, the dark, quiet and eerie corridor made the battle-hardened Teutonic guards immediately alert. Some of the castle waiters stayed at their original posts, but in the corridor leading to the tower, there was not even a single figure in sight. not.

The Teutonic guard wearing black Mithril plate raised his head, his sharp blade-like gaze swept across the aisle, and then locked himself in a dark shadow approaching, he drew his saber diagonally, and asked sharply, "I In the name of Reese, I order you to stop!"

"Sir Bolton, you don't even recognize me?" A mature female voice came, and the shadow walked to a brighter light, revealing its own face, and the guard in solid armor in front of her immediately put away Long sword, nodding: "Mrs. Annika Elise, Miss Sylina is a little unwell, and the elector ordered me to go to the palace physician."

"Oh, that's right." The second wife of the White Wolf Elector's second wife has a beautiful appearance. She has been immersed in the top level of power all the year round. Her temperament is like a ripe fruit, exuding a seductive atmosphere. The black spun and embroidered long dress made her figure even more exquisite. Annika exuded a pleasant fragrance. She smiled charmingly: "Is the banquet still going on? I hope I didn't miss the most beautiful music performances."

   "Yes, the banquet is still going on, Madam, please allow me to leave first." The Teutonic guard nodded again, he was in a hurry to find the court physician, and left with Annika in a few steps.

"Don't worry, Sir Bolton." Annika pulled the corner of her mouth: "I want to ask you, for a powerful Teutonic guard, how many meters is required to detect and act on the upcoming unknown danger. reaction?"

   ". Please forgive me, ma'am, what did you say?" The Teutonic guard narrowed his eyes and touched the end of the hilt at his waist with his right hand.

  "." and the Elector's wife, who had passed by, turned around and grinned at him, and the Teutonic guard's eyes narrowed instantly.

A sharp sound of breaking the air suddenly sounded from behind the Teutonic guards, and the Hundred Wars Elite responded immediately. He swiftly rolled away to one side, while throwing out the scabbard, clenching the long sword in both hands, in the corridor, in the dim light. Under the moonlight, the giant sickle and axe blade in the attacker's hand cast a long projection on the ground.

   "For Uric!" The Teutonic guard was not afraid, he shouted the name of the god, and charged forward in anger.

In just three seconds, gold and stone clashed several times, sparks splashed, and with a "pop" sound, the head of the Teutonic guard Sir Bolton was scratched by the sickle, and dripped on the marble floor, a line of scarlet blood was particularly conspicuous. .

"Mr. Luigi, your first attack should not fail." Annika-Elise put her arms around her majestic chest, squinting coldly at the corpse of the twitching Teutonic guard, "His roar was extremely loud. It is possible to attract more guards, our plan will fail, and it will not benefit you."

"Haha~~ Madam, you have overestimated my strength. The strength of the Teutonic guards lies in their strong immunity to magic. Your temptation technique has no effect at all." Louis, holding a long-handled giant sickle Ji Hehe smiled, "Killing him cost me a lot of money."

Half a year ago, Boris Todbringer had to secretly recruit skilled doctors because of his eldest son's worsening condition, and Luigi suppressed the Elector's eldest son's asthma and complications in the first treatment. It was the other thirty or so physicians who had been studying at Imperial College for more than ten or twenty years. He had been thinking about the big trouble for several nights without a clue. Therefore, he had been living in the high tower of the Elector's Castle. A court physician.

  In the dark corner of the corridor, a thin, aquiline-nosed male noble walked out. He said respectfully to Mrs. Annika: "Madam, the eldest lady is in our hands, and everything is ready."

   Outside, Middenheim has become a grand banquet hall, where people drink wine, celebrate in the streets, lit up, and fireworks and magic sparkle in the night sky.

   "It's really smooth to join hands with you Wuzi." The elector's wife pursed her lips and smiled: "Get ready, we'll start planning when something happens in the hall!"

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