My Wife, King Arthur

Chapter 224 Assassination Union

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It was a really amazing blow, no one could have predicted that Wen Wei Wei, like Keiral, could have made such a beautiful blow, and everyone was instantly amazed.

It was an assassination against Kerall, who knew exactly who Kerall was, so Kerall looked rolling and adjusted his balance and lay on the ground like a wolf all the time, and the dagger was holding her back, and she quickly found herself in a situation where seven people, Kerall, Hero, Raphael, Lancelot and his three partners, were weak, both in numbers and in combat, the assassin's way, one hit, and immediately distant.

But unfortunately, Kerall, their table was just blocked in the door, and Kerall dumped her in the tavern far away. Now it might seem like a good option to go upstairs, but for the sake of the tavern, the house here is a lot taller. If you really go upstairs, it's almost like catching you in a jar. If you jump on the second floor, you'll be crippled.

That kind of thing definitely doesn't work.

But in this dull, hot pub, there are no other vents or windows except the door that is open 24 hours a day, four seasons a year. This seemingly out-of-the-way, she just smiled and grabbed the girl who had just come down the stairs, completely unaware of what had happened.

The dagger rests on her neck and looks dangerous.

“Don't move.” She first said, "That little brother's arrow is dangerous. Don't let me see your fingers move." ”Is he an experienced assassin? A lot of people define him in the bottom of their hearts at the same time. In general, archers, especially experienced shooters, move their fingers slightly when they want to. This is an inevitable move, not a habit, but a subconscious one.

“Your fingers will shake my cautious liver. Oh, it's not good to slit this pretty girl's throat by accident.” She laughed, but her dagger was stuck in the artery, where it could just rip through the artery, causing a lot of blood loss, and perhaps an absolutely incurable wound for the people of this era, but she had no idea how superior the healing magic was on Kerall, otherwise she would never have threatened him with both daggers and poison.

So in other words, the Romans didn't do it, Mellin, Nero, they were both excluded.

The King of Gold and he have nothing to do with it. He doesn't look like an overseas island nation like Camelot, does he?

It is absolutely impossible to send a killer without paying attention.

Silver King? He can't wait to go south, he won't do it, and then again, he's totally different from humans in his age, he's totally different in his way of thinking, he's totally different in his power and his life, his glory and his money, and he's unlikely to be him.

So...

No, it's not Carthage, Hannibal doesn't even know him, and having such intelligence and assassination systems is simply impossible in Carthage's background.

Who could it be?

From the outset, Kerall did not place the king of Macedonia at the helm of the assassination, because the two knew that the two sides enjoyed each other a process of hegemony, but could never halfway end that enjoyment.

So who is it?

That's the only one, isn't it? A woman who must be called to account.

The woman, full of ambition but difficult to control, lacked the same strength as her ambition, and was once Princess Camelot, but gradually faded out of sight.

A woman named Morgan.

What a careful woman. Kerall touched his forehead without worrying about the girl, but in a matter of seconds, he had come up with an instructor.

Ah, well, think that if you kill me, Altoria, you'll still be the little girl who stinks of milk, and you can easily take back the throne as a princess, won't you?

What a weak idea.

“Huh...” Kerall shook his head and smiled softly: “That's naive.” I don't know if he's talking about assassins or Morgan.

“But if I were you, I would never hold a guy that dangerous. Oh, miss.” Keiral made it easy for everyone to look at it with a Roman tone.

What about the dangerous guy?

The rich lady in her arms?

“Pfft...” Spike, the sound of piercing the human body, which is only a brief grunt for ordinary people, but for warriors who go through hundreds of wars, they often swim on the battlefield like thunder, which is the sound of a weapon breaking through the body.

“Eh, big sister, do you want to kill me?” The little girl with brown hair and braids all the way up to her waist twisted her head with a broken smile.

The dagger that the assassin put on her neck wanted to move, but found herself pulling all her strength away from her body as the bloody hole in her abdomen continued to gut out.

“Really, you've spooked my goals. How can you compensate me? Sister you.” She smiled sweetly and nodded suddenly in enlightenment: “Oh! Why don't you make it up to me with your life?” She said so, but had withdrawn the dagger that had been inserted in the assassin's abdomen.

It's a strange dagger with a slight curvature, but not the Persian type of curved knife of the Gourd, but a wilder, smaller, wave-shaped knife.

After stabbing in, the wound in the body was directly enlarged with a wave-shaped knife and again traumatized, the bleeding and vascular recovery in the body were difficult… This type of machete is absolutely as difficult to heal as the wound caused by the Mitsubishi army stabbing, even a must-kill weapon, is the assassin excellent?

Keiral was silent, and then he stood up and went that way.

“First of all, girls don't give me weapons, and I confiscate this stuff.” Even Keiral feared that the strange little girl would somehow give herself a sword, grab her tiny wrist and confiscate the wave-shaped machete, while the other hand squatted down and pressed white light against the woman's assassin's abdomen.

The fatal and horrific wounds of ordinary people have fully recovered in just two seconds under Kerall's command.

“Can you stand up?” Kerall backhanded the machete onto the wooden floor and lifted the assassin gently to ask.

“It is impossible for me to tell you if you want to ask the Messenger.” Despite being her own savior, her self-esteem as an assassin makes her absolutely unwilling to bow her head,

“Don't worry, I already know who's going to kill me.” Kerall said softly, "I just want to save you because you deserve it. ”

“Here I ask, will you follow me and be my subordinate?” Kerall lowered his palm and gently extended his hand, asking.

If you're willing to be loyal, you should actually kiss Kerall on the back of his hand and swear.

“Don't even think about it.” She raised her head stubbornly.

“Well, there's still a gap.” Compared to guys like Lancelot, Kerall isn't really the right guy to recover these untamed guys, so maybe the first reason why these untamed people identify with each other is the value of force?

Kerall stood up slightly and shook his head: "Well, you go, in fact, it's too dangerous for a casual assassin like you, and my main enemy is probably this little girl. ”

“Right?” Kerall turned his head and asked with a smile.

“Interesting, brother.” She smiled sweetly, not angry or angry that the sword had been taken away at all, but smiled sweetly, with a crumbling look, very subtle.

“Let me kill you once, shall I?” She made a request with a smile.

“Ah, that doesn't make sense.” Keiral scratched his head haha and laughed and pulled the machete out and threw it at her.

“Eh, so strange and funny, it's a shame not to kill once.” She said with regret.

“Haha, if a guy with such a personality can't survive alone, let me guess, you must be organized behind you, most importantly, this must be a big list... ah, someone willing to pay so much money for my life, it's really troublesome.” Kerall said with a little agony, "Hero, let's get out of here now. ”

“For the first time I've seen such a smart guy, is he the Prince of Camelot?” The little girl opened her eyes in surprise, "you impressed Anna. ”

“But no, Anna is still going to kill you here, right here and now.” She pulled the second wave machete out of her sleeve with a smile.

“Sorry, I won't let you touch my employer with a finger.” Rafael's voice came from the side, but Rafael looked at her with a bow and arrow, a deep sense of crisis that made her feel very strange.

“Sorry, his head. Our fraternity has to accept it.” The man with the eagle hook nose stood on the second floor and said with a steady voice that he looked very stable, about 28 years old, looking young and steady and very reliable.

“Wipe...” The long sword sheathed.

“I will never let you touch our Prince Camelot with a finger.” That [Silent Eagle] Rudolph had said so much for the first time, but the man with the long sword pointing to the eagle's hook nose looked like a tight bow.

“This is no good. That man is a threat to my Lord and must be ruled out.” The man in the skull mask appeared all over the windbreaker at the gate. That figure and appearance are entirely Persian.

“Stress mountain dog!!” Raymond, the mysterious Persian nobleman, stood up and raised the longgun roar.

“This is such a gorgeous feast.” Kerall was not at all aware of the assassination. Haha laughed. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote on recommendations, monthly tickets (qidian.com), and your support is my biggest motivation.)