MTL - Vanguard of the Eternal Night-Chapter 151

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Victor was a bit stunned and took the invitation to the door of the past banquet.

Looking back three times, the results of the second time back can not find the old antiques.

Victor: "..." The Assassin is amazing!

Victor was alone in the banquet. It was a semi-open-air banquet, which was opened next door to the fireworks show. The venue was mainly half a garden square and half a small castle with an open front hall, allowing guests to be spacious. The place to walk, talk, dance, eat and drink.

The small "countryman" Victor fainted as soon as he entered, feeling that he was like a sly sneak into the nightclub, although there is no modern serious light pollution, but still staggered.

A row of candlelight on the armrests, roast chicken on the buffet table, a band playing around the wall, whispering after each fireworks, ladies in evening gowns gathered together, blurred jewels, two A conversation of men fluttering a perfume...

Victor looked at it for a while but lost interest.

It’s strange that when he was around Tyrone, he always thought about playing these medieval things in the past; when Tyron temporarily left for a while, Victor’s interest was gone, and his mind was full: my old antiques? Not being bullied?

With this in mind, Victor began to want to go out and look for Tyrone.

Then he found that he didn't have to look for it. The bard, Mr. Tyron, mixed in unconsciously, and he was so eye-catching that he was simply starred by the ladies.

Victor: "..."

Tyron leans against the corner of the wall and has a mask on his face. It is a very common half-face mask of the bard. He grabbed the piano in his arms and sang it without a ride.

The poet who is so passively absent seems to have no place to shine, but it attracts the attention of countless ladies - mainly by temperament.

Temperament is that some people wear the crown is the emperor's appearance, wearing a linen is a hermit high, wearing a ragged wide-brimmed hat can be a wandering Adonis, arrogant smile is more like hunting in the world Zeus.

Tyron lowered his head and played the piano. Suddenly he saw an unmarried woman who had dropped a close-up handkerchief on the ground.

Very embarrassed, she did not dare to pick it up directly and admit it was her own.

Tyron bent down and grabbed it, pinched his handkerchief in his palm, looked up lazily and glanced around the circle, suddenly smiled and wiped the body with a slow and gentle brush.

The ladies were laughed at by the crowd, and they fanned the fans to cover the red face and whispered behind the open fan: the handkerchief seemed to be a bard.

At this time, Tyrone took the handkerchief back and suddenly shook it -

Magically changed a rose!

The ladies who were caught off guard screamed and stared at the rose, as if looking at the golden apple in the hands of Gaia, which is a symbol of identity and charm.

But the bard, holding the rose, gently inserted it into his jacket pocket, and pulled the piano if nothing happened.

His eyes passed through the crowds and looked at the two people not far away.

One is Victor, Victor's face is saying: "You are very happy to play, dear! Hey!"

The other is the lack of business, and the waiter who has changed his identity directly, Mr. Keno, his eyes are saying: "You have chosen such an eye-catching character, and I will see how you assassinate later!"

The fireworks show officially began, and the crowds began to flow in the same direction, and people were still ignorant of the undercurrent.

Victor suddenly passed by someone who didn't know. He felt that his chest was photographed. He bowed his head and saw that the rose was suddenly inserted into his chest.

The little student who didn’t have a good time was not angry at all, and he quickly went back and looked for it.

So he just saw this scene:

A guard in armor suddenly slammed his feet and looked down at his armor. He found no wounds and walked forward. He looked a little weak and weak, and sat down on the wall with his face blank.

This caused one less person in the patrol, and there was a small gap in the defensive line at the gate of the castle.

Keno, disguised as a waiter, walked past the plate with ease, and only Victor had deliberately noticed him because he knew it beforehand.

At the moment when Keno passed the two remaining patrols, he gave a little cold in his palm...

The remaining two patrol guards died quietly, and under the broad publicity, they were hidden and wiped their throats, and they couldn’t make a sound. They were dragged into the dark narrow road next to them - no one could think of it. Assassins are so bold, they are only helped when the guards are drunk or sick.

Then, Keno went over to solve the guard who had just sat down.

Then he was shocked!

There was an extremely thin wound behind the guard, so thin that as long as the muscles were not working, there was almost no point of injury - but the wound was a wound, and the internal organs inside him had already bleed to the point of serious injury and dying.

- Must be Odin! No one else except him can do this!

What is even more frightening is that until this time, the guards felt the pain and was screamed by Keno’s eyes: "Come on! Help!!"

"..."

Keno turned and pushed to run, and before the rest of the patrol arrived and grabbed him, he slammed into the well in a dangerous and dangerous way.

The most irritating thing is that he attracted the patrols, and the two sides were full of chaos. At this time, a bright and beautiful bard took the opportunity to take a little effort and stepped on the long legs. In the castle.

Keno: "..." I am angry with me too! ! !

The bard, Mr. Tyron, passed the cordon with ease. After observing the structure of the castle, he continued to go inward. He knew that the target of the assassination was in the inner garden at the moment, and he chatted with his son-in-law, the family, and the guards.

He just pitted Keno again and won more time.

This time he spent a little time observing the distribution of guards in the inner garden, realizing that this goal is obviously afraid of death, very afraid of death - every corner has strict points, and the people who are stunned can be seen by two others .

There is no way to sneak in directly, how to get in to complete the task?

Tyrone pulled out a coin and muttered to himself: "The front side is mixed in, the back is unparalleled, and when I stand up, I will kill Keno, go back and play with my wife." - From the words in this sentence, It is completely visible that the old antiques have been corrupted by the interstellar people, and there is no cure!

After he finished throwing a coin:

positive.

Tyrone nodded with regret.

At this time, a daughter of the goal walked over to see the flowers, and Tyrone dialed the piano.

The lady was so scared that she was white, and she wanted to call the guard directly. As a result, she looked up at the bark of the bard and the temperament of the vicissitudes of the vicissitudes. The face immediately reddish and the shouting became a blame: "You are Who? You don't know if the inner garden can't come in casually?"

Her heart is calculating the idea of ​​the overlord's hard bow. In many wild days, many aristocratic women are very lascivious and chaotic. The male aristocrats are strong and traitorous to civilian women, and the female nobles are everywhere to raise a small white face.

The bard with a bit of a disappointing attitude, said: "I see the flowers here, my beloved people like it."

The lady fanned the fan, and the half-banded half-belt hinted: "Your beloved is as noble as I am? Is she fuller than me? Is it younger than me? Or is it more understanding than I am?"

The bard looked up at her for a moment and said carelessly: "He is not full of you, no younger, but also jealous."

The lady was very excited and stood up.

The bard lazy: "But I don't like young and full of understanding." He said, he picked up the white rose, then poured out the money in his pocket and carefully put the flower in.

The lady wanted to be angry, but she just boasted that she was boasted. She said, "I... my legs are so soft, you can help me to sit there." Cook your rice first!

Tyron looked at her hand and turned and said, "Guard, guard! Yes, you, come, you guys need someone to help."

Miss: "..............."

After a few tens of seconds, the countess returned to her father, and the bard stood under the steps.

The count said: "So, in order to pick a flower into your inner garden?"

The bard said: "No, I actually came to present a gift. I have a short sword here. It is different from other short swords. This is a sword that can sing."

He untied the sword from his belt and left it on the wool carpet in front of him.

The guards came up to pick up the sword and watch it for the count.

The count pulled out the short-sword triumph and gave a heartfelt admiration, saying: "It's so beautiful. How do I know if you are telling whether it is true or not?"

Bard: "I can try."

His smile carries a mysterious mystery, like a sage who has foreseen everything in the mythology, waiting quietly for the story to start from scratch.

The count was alert and waved, letting the guards get closer to himself, and then said, "No, let's go. If this sword is good, I will send someone to call you again."

The bard was undecided, and he put his hand on his hat, and lowered his head slightly, then turned and walked without humiliation.

At this time, a waiter who sent the fruit came up, just passing him.

The bard jerked his hand and grabbed the waiter's wrist!

The guard next to him was shocked and his hand was placed on the sword.

The waiter Keno lowered his head and twitched his eyes. He found that he was too far away from the target and he did not act rashly.

Then the bard, Tyrone, just took an orange from the fruit plate he was holding and found that the skin was not stripped clean. He said, "The hand is so stupid, and the knife must be unstable."

A pun.

Keno snorted and his face remained calm and waveless smile: there was no end! You are finished! The old man has never seen such an annoying assassin! !