The little girl, Salia, was practicing magic in the backyard. This was the task that Many had given her. Many hoped that Salia could learn how to cast spells reflexively in all kinds of situations through continuous practice.
Seeing Many passing by, the little girl immediately stopped casting spells and jogged over with a smile. Before she arrived, her pleasant voice could be heard. "Many Brothers, why did you go out?
I couldn't find you, so I came here to practice! "
When Salia came closer, Many reached out his hand and stroked her blue hair lovingly. "I went out to do something. Is Salia practicing obediently?"
"Yes!
I'm very obedient! "
Salia nodded cutely. Her eyes turned into crescent moons as she smiled. She didn't hide her emotions at all as she held Many's hand. Just as she was about to pull Many to practice, she suddenly sniffed Many's body with a serious expression. Her little face changed from a playful expression. She frowned and said, "Many Brothers, are you fighting with someone else?"
Looking at Salia's slightly worried face, Many really couldn't bear to lie to her. He nodded. However, he didn't expect the little girl to suddenly pout and whisper, "Brother, why didn't you bring me along to fight?
Is it because I didn't do well enough … "
Damn it!
Many almost tripped. What's wrong with this little girl?
"No, Salia is so obedient. If there's a battle, I'll definitely ask for your help!
Salia is the best, right? "
Many pinched her little face. The little girl, who had eaten her fill for the past few days, had a rosy complexion. Her originally thin little face gradually became plump. When pinched, it was soft and tender. Many suddenly felt that he couldn't bear to let go …
"Aiya, stop pinching!"
Salia twisted her body in embarrassment. Her little face was red as she grabbed Many's big hands. Her heart was in a mess, and she had long forgotten about the battle.
"Where's Noda?" Many looked around but didn't see that smug figure.
"Brother Noda and Sister Elena went to look for Madam Vasaki. They asked me to tell you before they left." Salia blinked her big eyes and stared at Many seriously. "Many Brothers, what are we practicing today?"
"Today?"
Many thought for a while. He couldn't rush the assassination of Bordeaux. If he blindly assassinated Bordeaux, he could guarantee that no one in Sibor could stop him. However, if things got out of hand, he would lose his footing in Sibor, and it would also implicate Karl's Quel Firm.
No matter how much he wanted to kill him, Many could calmly consider the advantages and disadvantages of both sides.
As the son of a baron, Bordeaux's death would definitely cause a huge uproar. Many wasn't a professional assassin who could do things flawlessly. He was just a sniper. In the past, his assassinations were carried out from hundreds or even thousands of meters away. But now, he lost this advantage. His custom-made crossbow was destroyed by the Undead Assassin!
It was definitely not the best choice for Many to assassinate Bordeaux at close range. If Bordeaux died in an "accident", then his death would not cause any trouble for Many.
Many of them had their own motives for saving the innocent woman. Of course, one of them was to save the innocent woman's life, and the other was to find out more information about Bordeaux.
But now that Sylvia had brought her to take a bath, and the poor woman needed to vent her depressed emotions, Many reckoned that if he asked her immediately, she would not answer due to the immense mental pressure. Otherwise, it wouldn't be wise for her to burst into tears when he asked.
After some thought, Many felt a little uncomfortable without his crossbow, so he decided to see if there was a simple crossbow as a replacement.
"I'll take you shopping today!" Many thought for a while and answered Salia.
"Really?
That's great! "
The little girl immediately beamed with joy. She immediately grabbed Many's big hands and didn't let go. She couldn't wait to run to the street with Many. However, her small eyes turned as if she had thought of something. She pretended to ask casually, "Where's Sister Nana?
Isn't she going? "
"She still has something to do, so she can't leave."
Many people knew that Sylner would definitely do her best to help them. Although this little girl seemed to be jealous easily, she had a clear sense of priorities when it came to proper business.
Salia did not say anything on the surface when she heard Many's answer, but her small eyes were bright. She obviously could not hide the little excitement in her heart, but she still tried to restrain herself and followed Many to the streets with a smile.
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"What?
How is that possible? "
Victoria exclaimed. Looking at the letter in her hand, her heart was in turmoil!
This was a secret letter from the Imperial City, Sirius. It was a confidential letter of the highest level. It was sent urgently by a special envoy from the Imperial City this morning.
The contents of the letter made Victoria break out in a cold sweat!
The contents of this confidential letter told the Count, who had survived the disaster: In addition to Sibor, the castellans of the five important cities bordering the Elven Empire in Saint-Rames — also the five Counts and Barons of the Empire — were all assassinated!
And none of them survived!
Victoria was the only important minister of the Empire who survived this wave of assassination!
Imagine, on the night of the 300th Knight's Day, the entire Empire of Saint Reims had lost five nobles of the Baron rank and above at the same time. How terrifying was this?
Assassination was a despicable and unrecognized act. Any orthodox noble and knight would scoff at this kind of behavior, but it was undeniable that this kind of action was extremely effective in producing the greatest effect with the least amount of loss!
This secret letter also showed that there was evidence that the assassins who carried out the assassination had a very close relationship with the forces of the undead. It also repeatedly mentioned that Victoria must pay attention to her personal safety in the next few days, and asked Victoria to explain in detail the incident in which she was able to escape the assassins' sneak attack in the reply letter.
Other than the secret letter, the envoy also sent a strange invitation letter. This was personally handwritten by the King of Saint-Rames, Bodinar The Great. It was extremely valuable!
The content of the letter could be summarized in one sentence: Bodinar The Great will be holding a birthday banquet in a month's time, and he hopes that Victoria and Count will attend the banquet.
Victoria was a little surprised as to why the king would invite her to the birthday banquet. She had never received such an invitation before, such as National Day or Memorial Day. Those fellows in the Imperial City of Siliath had never paid attention to her remote territory. Now that they suddenly sent her an invitation on a whim, it made Victoria a little confused.
What made Victoria even more curious was that Bodinar's birthday banquet was to celebrate his 88th birthday. In Saint-Rames, this was not a special age. Usually, a so-called 'birthday banquet' would only be held for people who were eighty or ninety.
But since the king had spoken, she had to crawl over even if she had to crawl.
Picking up the pen to write a draft reply to the secret letter, Victoria couldn't help but think about a question that had been bothering her for a long time. Who was the mercenary who saved her?
Why didn't he look at her in the eye?
Why did he not care about the mockery of others even though he had such powerful strength? Why did he insist that she was a lowly mercenary?
There were a lot of questions in Victoria's mind. She had ordered her servants to investigate the situation, but she had not received any results until now.
Sighing, Victoria ordered the captain of the guards in Count's residence to increase their vigilance and be on guard against any possible assassins. At the same time, she also increased the number of personal guards to six. As a woman, Victoria could be said to be powerless. But as a politician, she had a deep understanding of what she should and should not do.
At least, she could not die in the hands of an assassin.