Black Iron’s Glory

Chapter 491: Sheila

Claude knotted his tongue and stared at Sheila leaning on the back of the bed. Her gaze made Sheila suspicious, thinking she had something on her face. Reaching out and touching, I found nothing. I couldn't help but say, “Why are you staring at me like that? ”

Claude shook his head and finally woke himself up: "No, you just gave him a magical arrow, didn't you think he was His Majesty? ”

“No.” Sheila answered with a strong sense of reason: "I hate him. Why would he call you treason? Does he have to obey his will if he is noble? And in my eyes, he was just a drunk drunk sailor, nothing more expensive than a drunk sailor in a dock pub. He dared to close his eyes red to kiss me. After I pushed him away, he asked me not to resist. Otherwise, he sent troops to kill my family. When I was angry, I gave him a magic flying arrow. He didn't die the same way as the bastards I used to kill...”

Uh... Claude had nothing to say but laugh. No one would have guessed that the great prince of Hansburg, who had been hailed as a wise god, would have died like this, but also because he had molested his first lover, he was killed by Sheila, using only a magic arrow, and he was so worthless.

Even Claude once thought that even if Prince Hansburg eventually lost his army, it would only fit his identity to die with such self-righteousness as Xiang Yu, the king of previous history, who died tragically and gloriously, leaving a colorful chapter in the history of the Farea mainland, becoming a legend of a tragic hero for millennia...

But who knows how he died? It's embarrassing to say so! No wonder there was no follow-up information after the news of the assassination and death of Prince Hansburg, and it was unclear who led the assassination. And then the four regiments under him quickly divided all the territory of the new occupation, and the cause of the death of the great prince was silent, which was always a feeling of absurdity.

And Sheila is the only one who doesn't understand that this magical target actually changed the history of the entire eastern part of the continent. Imagine that if the Great Prince did not die, his four legions would be united under him, and the new occupied territories would be as solid as gold soup, and neither the Kingdom of Hicks nor the Kingdom of Nasserley would dare to take the idea of a new occupied territory. Perhaps in a few years, the great prince will rebuild his army and attack the kingdom itself...

Claude was amazed, and based on his impression of Grand Prince Hansburg, he had no idea that the Grand Prince would easily die for such reasons. Perhaps because of the defeat of the native battle of the Kingdom and the withdrawal of the White Deer City, the great prince's heart was filled with atrocities and he urgently needed to vent his anger. Unfortunately, he chose the wrong target, Sheila was not the weak girl he was allowed to bully, but rather killed the resolute sorceress, so the great prince tragically.

“And then you ran away?” Claude asked, “How do you remember to put this beautiful revolver gift box on your desk? ”

“I'll die if I don't run?” Sheila replied proudly: "The great prince was a coward with so many guards hidden around him. When I was brought in to see him, he was drinking while playing with this revolver. After his guard confirmed to him that I was unarmed, he was relieved to keep those hidden guards away from the room, and I felt something was wrong at the time...

Besides, when I was on the west coast of the continent, it wasn't like I hadn't played revolvers. A woman magician I knew stole two revolvers and dozens of bullets from the local Governor's Palace. Later, when we went on a deep mountain expedition, these two revolvers helped us greatly, but unfortunately we had to throw away the revolvers after all the bullets. Now you see a weapon like this in front of me, of course you can grab it and run...

It's just that I just escaped from the mansion, and the guards inside found the great prince dead, and they chased me crazy. With the help of the dark wind, I killed four or five more of the fastest chasing guards, then quietly ran to the pier, hijacked a small fishing boat and escaped from the harbour overnight. And then when I was on the boat, I remembered you once saying, "Your home is in White Deer City, and I forced that little fishing boat to take over a month to get there along the coastline."

When I arrived, I saw only a ruin in White Deer City and asked a lot of people who didn't know your name and couldn't hear where your home was. Later, an old man told me that the original inhabitants of White Deer City were long gone. After nearly a year and a half of the Great Prince's and Second Prince's troops had fought here, the original inhabitants had either died or fled White Deer City. All of them still here later fled elsewhere, and nobody knew what had happened to White Deer City.

The old man then told me that a lot of the residents of White Deer City had gone to the county towns in the southwest three counties to surrender to relatives and friends, so I might go there and ask. I was moving a little bit, just about to leave. As a result, the Grand Prince's escort somehow tracked me down to kill me, and I had to run all the way, almost all over the eastern part of the Farea continent for the next six months, but I couldn't get rid of these damn mad dogs... "

Sheila was a little excited when she said she was being hunted down. She couldn't figure out how she was just killing a drunken bastard prince who was playing hooliganism. She ended up being bitterly chased for three years. The big prince's guard was like a mad dog, staring at her. Fortunately, she wasn't vegetarian either, and although she had suffered a lot over the past three years, with the help of the dark wind, the number of mad dogs chasing her was half low.

Claude could only go forward to appease her, and the fact was that, as confessed by the operatives of those two dying kingdom special services, Grand Prince Hansburg, killed by Sheila under their strict guard, managed to escape, a lifelong disgrace to the operatives of those kingdom special services, who could only wash away their disgrace by killing Sheila. And in the pursuit, more and more of our companions die, which adds to each other's hatred, so far only the idea of vengeance sustains them...

Sheila doesn't understand why the mad dogs who hunted her would always find her soon after she got rid of her trail, which is obvious to Claude. Just as she hijacked a small fishing boat along the coastline to White Deer City, in Sheila's view, no one would find her whereabouts. But this is a clear trail for the operatives of the Kingdom's special services.

Simply put, the entire harbour city was sealed off, and then the disappearance of a small fishing boat last night would soon be discovered. Small fishing boats can sail only in shallow waters, and the movement of small fishing boats can be quickly found along the coastline. The small fishing boats hijacked by Sheila will always have to be supplied ashore in the small fishing villages next to the coastline, so long as the small fishing villages where the supplies are found, the destination of the small fishing boats will be clear.

It's easier to explain what Sheila said about not getting rid of these killers for half a year. First of all, the operatives of these kingdom-specific units, which were created to deal with a variety of magicians in the wild, naturally have a set of tracking trails that Sheila can't get away with easily.

Secondly, the eastern part of the Farea continent, for the operatives of the Kingdom's special services, is their own home, with latent spies and sights everywhere. As soon as Sheila went into town to buy food or something, she would soon be spotted and hunted down, eventually returning to hunting mode, and Sheila would have to flee to the mountains or the wilderness to get rid of the hunters behind her...

Sheila suddenly realized: “I see. No wonder I found a ocean boat and arrived on the west coast looking for my fellow magicians, so I could have a quiet life for three months..."

The kingdom's special services could no longer place their own sights and agents in the colonies of the western coast of the continent of Nubian. Sheila went to the West Coast, and it was true that the operatives of the Kingdom's special services were overwhelmed and could not be traced. Three months have elapsed since these operatives who pursued her also arrived on the west coast to find Sheila's whereabouts.

And the three months of peace and quiet let Sheila down, thinking it was over. As a result, he was caught in the siege of the hunters. If it weren't for the early warning, Sheila might have been planted in the siege. It's just that Sheila escaped the siege, but the couple who helped her and took her in were killed in their home...

Sheila only realized how much hatred those mad dogs who hunted her had for her, and that the incident must be completely overthrown by both sides in order to be finally resolved. Only she was one of the most invincible wolves, although she was a five-ring natural magician, and the magician level of the mad dogs who could hunt her was not weaker than her, at least she mastered the spell of energy shield. As long as it is not possible to kill with a spell, Sheila will lead to more madness, with the result that both sides rely instead on firearms as a weapon against their enemies.

Sheila had set a trap and used the West Coast colonies to arm herself, annihilating one of the squadrons that had hunted her. But the mad dogs who hunted her immediately gave her back her teeth and pretended that she had committed blood crimes in the colonies of the West Coast, making her a wanted wanted man in the colonies, forcing her to hide in the towns of those colonies from pursuit.

Claude gently held Sheila in her arms and caressed her hair. He could not imagine how Sheila had survived more than two years in the colonial interior of the West Coast countries.

In the colonies of the West Coast countries, Sheila and those hunters had been fighting intellectually for more than two years, with only half of the original 40 or more hunters remaining. Seeing the growing number of towns that wanted her as a heavily indebted dignitary unable to stay on the West Coast, Sheila boarded an offshore transport passenger ship to the Overseas Autonomous Territories.

In order to confuse the pursuers, she deliberately disembarked at the furthest port of Cobichous in Tyrsim, instead of disembarking at the ports of Vibato and Patres, buying herself more than half a month. It's just that she just settled in Lan Lake City and the hunter arrived.

Fortunately, the good security order in the Overseas Autonomous Territories prevented the pursuers from attacking her fully armed in broad daylight, as in those colonies on the West Coast, and could only raid the houses she rented in the middle of the night. And Sheila, who was prepared long ago, was weak, leaving clues that led the hunter to mistakenly assume that she had discovered she had fled.

Hillah returned to her residence after a large group of hunters had gone to follow the clues and killed two of the remaining hunters. The patrol officers were led by gunfire, forcing a large group of detective hunters to attack and quietly flee the scene.

Next, Sheila hides next to the station in another safe house she rents, ready to use the train to throw out the hunter's convoy. While the hunters were facing arrest by Langhu City Patrol Police, they anticipated Sheila's next move and rushed ahead to the banks of the Dolinibara River to lay eyes on the crossing bridge. So the train arrived at the riverside station, and as the passengers disembarked over the pontoon bridge, Sheila's eyeliner was spotted.

Claude has redressed the scenario below based on the testimonies of the two dying operatives, confirming that the Hilla Crossing was boarded, and that the hunters were buying tickets to the riverside station. Then, after the train started driving, it was determined that no one had gotten out of the car, and a search of the car went on. The train crew who came to stop them were killed on the spot, and the shooting shocked Sheila, so they pulled the gun back, and the compartment became a battlefield until two guard squads under Claude arrived and killed the hunters as carjackers...

It was Claude's luck and Sheila's luck that the two of them were reunited more than a decade later. But the luck of the two of them was the misfortune of the operatives of the Kingdom's special services, who were treated as robbers of the train, knocked out of the network, relieving Sheila of her fears of being pursued, and implying that Sheila's killing of Prince Hansburg had finally come to an end, as if fate had been arranged in the middle of nowhere.

“It's all over, we're together again, and we have a long future, and we have time. Sheila, the most important thing now is that you feed your wounds, and then I'll protect you, and you don't have to worry about being chased..." Claude comforts Sheila in his arms.

“What, I'm not worried about my safety. I'm glad I finally found you. I've always believed you wouldn't die on the battlefield. You know, I was happy when that big prince cursed you in front of me when he cursed you for treason, because he cursed you to make sure you were alive and well. It's just a pity he didn't tell me where you were, he jumped up and did it, and he told me not to resist, but he killed my whole family, so angry that I killed him when I was angry..."

“Stop!” Claude wiped the cold sweat off his forehead: “Sheila, don't ever mention this big prince in front of anyone else again, okay? In any case, he was a monarch. Even though he was a self-sustaining king and was not recognized by the continental powers, his status made him a monarch.

If what you kill him is spread out, maybe the Kingslayer will become someone else's opinion of you. Anyway, killing Kings is taboo for all countries on the continent, and I don't want your future life to be adversely affected by it... "

Well, Sheila could hear Claude's advice, and she just muttered: "I don't mention it, but I feel like killing him is no different than killing someone else. He is a king with no more lives than others. Even a magical flying arrow will kill weak chickens..."

“By the way, Claude, aren't you practicing magic much now?” Sheila asked.

Claude nodded: “It's rarely practiced, you know, on the battlefield, relying on guns and artillery in our hands, and I, as a general, commanded tens of thousands of armies, more energy on how to command troops to defeat enemies. I have fought the army of the Kingdom of Hicks for years and have had little time to practice meditation, and I have not yet reached the rank of a four-ring magician. By the way, how do you know I didn't practice magic? ”

Sheila replied: "Very simply, last night I fought with those hunters in the trunk, and the magic was used to maintain the energy shield and a few ancillary spells. By the time the wounded were brought here by your soldiers, it could be said that the energy was severely damaged, and the rest of the magic would be able to apply some of the lowest levels of vine entanglement.

I was going to wrap you around the vine, let the black wind control you, and use your lives to fight for an escape route. If you had practiced magic, you wouldn't be below my level right now, then vine entanglement would be easy for you to untie, instead of being pushed to the ground by the black wind and licked... "

Claude laughed bitterly, and there was no excuse. When he and Sheila first met, his magic level was higher than Sheila's, and Sheila's vine entanglement was ineffective at that time, and he freed him very easily.

But now Sheila is a five-ring natural magician, and her vine entanglement has had a repressive effect on Claude, and she can't move a finger all over her body, her feet off the ground. In this case, even if Claude has become a four-ring magician, he can't even apply basic spells...

“Well, I'm not embarrassing you. In the future, I will be by your side, overseeing your magic and meditation.” Sheila's going to be fine, her big, bright eyes staring closely at Claude's face: “Claude, you're at a height now, not like you were when you were young. You just told me about your experience on the battlefield and you haven't told me about your family.

I'm sure you're not like me. I haven't looked for another man in years. You must be married. Tell me about your wife and your children. How did you get married to your wife? How many children do you have now? ”

Claude's forehead suddenly sweated again...