Assassin’s Chronicle

Chapter 227: A generous king

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An Fei's expression was very accurate, including anger, fear, and helplessness. After a moment, An Fei's various reactions disappeared and he returned to calm, as if what he just told was someone else's story and had nothing to do with him. This made Miocic, who had always been observing An Fei, nod secretly. An Fei was so able to control himself, which may be one of the reasons why he won in the end.

Susanna had forgotten her reserve and held An Fei's hand tightly with her hand. She used a lot of force, as if she could transfer her power to An Fei. Niya's face was full of compassion and tenderness. What she hated was that An Fei was too old. If An Fei was seven or eight years younger, she would definitely hold An Fei in her arms and comfort her.

Maybe it’s because men and women rarely see things from the same perspective, but Chris’s eyes were full of admiration. An Fei’s answer solved the doubts buried in his heart. Most of the reason why he returned to his hometown safely today is An Fei’s fault. Credit, what did An Fei do during this period? He, Chris, knew a lot of inside information. Why did a shy, slightly kind-hearted young man turn into a ruthless and strong man in the blink of an eye? It's a pity that he couldn't ask because he was afraid of affecting the tacit understanding between him and An Fei. And he still believes in An Fei in his heart. Even if someone instigates him, it can't change his judgment. Of course, Chris will never trust anyone blindly. It's a simple question. With An Fei's ability, he can choose to escape alone. , why bring a lot of trouble

Mioric felt that the scene was a bit depressing, laughed a few times, and changed the subject: "Yager was originally a very poor and famous magician. I really don't know where he collected so many things later."

"Uncle Mioric, what do Yagor have?" Niya asked curiously.

"I can't tell you, it's a secret." Mioric deliberately teased Niya. In fact, there was a reason why he brought Niya in today. Susanna is An Fei's lover. She has the right to know the secret, not to mention Chris. Niya was loved by many people in the past. The older generation did not want to see the lively Niya hurt, so they deliberately let Niya live. In simplicity. Is this method good? The lesson has been laid before us. Saul said in his letter that he regretted his past pampering. Niya is almost 20 years old. Sooner or later, she will grow up and face the storms of life alone. It is impossible for the elderly to protect her. Life, now is the time for Niya to learn something new.

"Who cares to ask you?" Niya's eyes fell on An Fei: "An Fei, you have stayed on the desert island for so long, you must know what good things Yagor has, right?"

"Younger asked me to be his student when he was about to die. I didn't know anything about magic at that time. I didn't know what those things were used for." An Fei saw that Mioric didn't answer. Niya, he had no choice but to play dumb.

Niya was a little disappointed and looked at Mioric angrily.

Mioric pondered for a moment: "An Fei, you should know now how precious the vacuum confinement scroll is, right?"

"I know." An Fei nodded. What he valued most was the vacuum confinement scroll left by Yagor. The scroll in his hand was to be returned to Teacher Sol. He had no right to use it. Yagor's scroll was His life-saving magic weapon, but now it's useless to say anything, and the plan was in vain. An Fei's heart is very painful and helpless.

"It's good to know, don't let the precious scroll go to waste!"

"Of course not."

"Also, you'd better not practice that black magic book. This is not only His Majesty's wish, but also Master Thor's wish."

"Huh?" An Fei vaguely heard something and couldn't help but raise his head.

"We will stay in Violet City for two days, and then go to Blacknia City together. I have been keeping your things for you, An Fei, I repeat, you must not practice the magic in the black magic book! I I think it’s best to destroy the magic book so that it’s clean.”

"What?" An Fei was already there.

"What's wrong with you?" Mioric was stunned, suddenly understood, and couldn't help laughing loudly: "Haha... An Fei, you don't think that His Majesty has embezzled all your things, do you?"

"I...not..." An Fei didn't know what to say.

"Don't worry, there won't be any missing items from Yagor." Mioric's face showed a hint of coercion: "Anyway, you are also Yagor's only student, so you are the only one." He is the legitimate owner of those relics. In fact, His Majesty really wants to destroy the black magic book right away, but we have to respect your decision."

"But...but I don't have the ability to release the vacuum confinement now."

"So you have to work harder!"

"Uncle Mioric, the magic power cannot be greatly increased in a short time. I think it is better to give the scroll to His Majesty. I believe that the scroll is more useful with Your Majesty than with me. At least it can be used with His Majesty.

Those people with evil intentions are like trash around me. "An Fei thought to himself. He just thought that all the things Yagor left behind belong to Youland. In fact, this is natural. Not to mention that Yagor is dead, even if the real owner is still alive, he is in Yuland. Under the watchful eye of De, the ownership of those relics will also change. An Feiwan did not expect that Julande would send all the things over. Mioric said that there would be no less, so there must be no less. Yes, even the extremely precious vacuum confinement scroll was gently let go. This kind of generosity can no longer be described as generous.

Mioric smiled, took off the long sword from his waist, and handed the scabbard to Susanna: "You are a swordsman, you should be able to see the origin of this sword, right?"

Susanna stretched out her hands to take the sword, held the hilt and slowly pulled it open. The dazzling sword light bloomed like a sword, and the room suddenly became a little brighter. The most shocking thing is that part of the sword light turned out to be as real as a sword. It was condensed but not dispersed, floating around like the light mist in the morning. Susanna showed a hesitant look in her eyes and asked tentatively: "Is this the Light Wing Sword?"

"Not bad." Mioric smiled and nodded.

"Is it really the Winged Sword of Light?" Susanna couldn't believe it.

Miocic reached out to grab the hilt of the sword, and with a stumble, the long sword was completely pulled out. The substantial sword light formed a huge blooming flower and floated around. The whole study was filled with There was a holy aura, making people feel warm and comfortable. Then Mioric flicked his wrist, the sword returned to its sheath, and all the sword light floating in the air disappeared.

Susanna let out a long breath. As a swordsman, she knew the origin of the Light Wing Sword very well.

"If you are willing, how about we exchange swords? I am a knight, and the Light Wing Sword is not very useful to me."

"No, no!" Susanna quickly handed the sword back as if she was frightened.

"Since you don't want it, An Fei, this sword is given to you." Mioric smiled and waved his hand.

"Me?" An Fei knew very well that Mioric had taken a roundabout way, and his purpose was still to give the Light Wing Sword to Susanna.

"I will never take back what I give out." Mioric's expression became slightly serious.

An Fei was silent for a moment and said no more. He slowly took the sword of light wings from Susanna's hand. In fact, to put it bluntly, this sword of light wings was a gift given to Susanna by Mioric on behalf of Julande. Not answering represents two attitudes.

"Good weapons should be in the hands of the right people. This is what His Majesty taught me." Mioric smiled: "More than ten years ago, on His Majesty's birthday, a big businessman from the Tumen Business Alliance held a ceremony for Your Majesty. His Majesty liked this sword very much, but the next day he gave it to Beeri, who didn't dare to take it at that time, An Fei, do you know what he said? "

"What did you say?"

"Berry said that Your Majesty is more useful when wearing the Light Wing Sword. It is similar to what you just said. At that time, the people in the magic fog had sent assassins to assassinate Your Majesty several times. Although they always failed in the end, they still did not give up. By the way, His Majesty is also a practitioner of magic and martial arts, didn't you expect that?" Mioric smiled.

"Your Majesty is also a swordsman?" Niya shouted in surprise, but Chris's expression did not change at all. Maybe he already knew this secret.

"Yes." Mioric nodded.

"What happened next?"

"That guy Beeri has a very stubborn temper. He will never look back when he sees death. His Majesty can't do anything about him. However, half a month later, when Beeri was about to lead the Death Roaring Army to go on an expedition, His Majesty saw him in front of several people. In the presence of thousands of people, he was given the Sword of Light Wings, and then drove him out of the city." A smile appeared on Mioric's lips, as if he was mocking the deflated Beeri: "Wait for Beeri. After leaving, His Majesty told me that his most important duty was to be a good king, not to be a heroic swordsman."

"and after?"

"One and a half months after Beieri went on the expedition, the people of Mowu launched another assassination. This time His Majesty was injured. Beeri repelled the attack of Shansha Empire and returned to the Holy City. The first thing he did was What happened was that I broke into the palace, threw the sword to the ground angrily, and refused to pick it up. His Majesty also lost his temper. As a result, the two of them confronted each other, and neither one gave in. In the end, I had no choice but to smooth things over, and Your Majesty took advantage of the situation. The Winged Sword was given to me."

"Uncle Beeri is so courageous." Niya said with a smile, imagining the scene where Yolande and Beeri stared at each other.

An Fei remained silent. Such scenes of mutual respect between king and minister were rare. In the past, he had no impression of Youlande, but now he can feel Youlande's generosity. He is indeed a rare and good king.