Konoha vs. One Piece

Chapter 247 Tianzhu Assassination Operation

Some kingdom on the great voyage.

It was getting dark very quickly.

The snow that had fallen on the street all day was still falling, crushing a small tree on the side of the road and shaking the lanterns lit by the roadside B&B.

"Anderson, hurry up."

A carriage was driving on the road, and there were two luxuriously dressed people sitting in it.They are aristocrats, and in this country, they are the real upper class, born superior to everyone else.

They had gilt-rimmed carriages and brutal coachmen, protected by a bodyguard in iron armor.They should be leisurely and leisurely, running amok and dominating the market under the protection of the guards, but at this moment, the pale face of one of them sticking out of the window is full of uneasiness and fear.

"I know, hey, hurry up!" The man named Anderson sitting inside responded, and yelled fiercely at the driver: "Hurry up, hurry up!"

The man who had just put his head out of the car window to look around retracted his body into the car and sat down on the soft cushion again.

"Count Horace, tell me, we..."

"Relax, Baron Anderson." Horace said, "There are so many carriages leaving the palace at the same time, it won't be so unlucky to hit us."

He was comforting his companions, as if comforting himself.

"Hey, I heard that the serial killer recently even killed Duke Aubrey!"

The vehicle was swaying, and Earl Horace glanced at him absently.

"Very well-informed, Lord Anderson."

"Really...really?" Anderson asked in surprise, he seemed a little incoherent, and then looked around like a thief, and then exclaimed in a low voice: "That's the younger brother of His Majesty the king, those untouchables How dare you?"

"Rabbits will bite people when they are in a hurry." Horace didn't want to say anything at first, but hearing what the other person said seemed to arouse some memories in him, so he couldn't help but say a few more words.

"Since His Majesty the King has been imitating the Celestial Dragons everywhere since he went to Mary Kia. It's a pity that such noble descendants of gods are not comparable to us mere mortals. Your Majesty the King is really..."

He stopped his mouth in time, and swallowed it into his stomach.

It is still very clear whether he can say some things.So he changed the subject: "If you don't have the blood of the Tianlong people, if you want to learn from the Tianlong people, it is only natural to be opposed by those untouchables. It is a shame that we are all worried about this bastard king!"

"Yes, more than a dozen officials appointed by His Majesty the King have been killed. Some of them had just taken office in the morning, and their heads were beheaded and hung in the administrative hall in the afternoon. It was terrible."

"Relax, we have several substitutes when we leave the palace this time, and our luck will not be so bad." Horace's eyes flashed with the light of an ambitious man: "As long as we can survive this time, in the eyes of His Majesty, we are reliable." At that time, power and wealth will come one after another. Compared with what is about to be obtained, the risks we are taking now are nothing at all. Think about those powers, Anderson. They're just down-and-out nobles...although they still maintain their dignity.

But you don't want your descendants to be pariahs in a few generations, do you?So it's the right opportunity to seize such an opportunity, isn't it? "

His righteous words are full of appeal.Anderson pursed his lips.

"You're right, Horace. The risk and the benefit are directly proportional. We have also brought a lot of strong royal family members this time. As long as we can survive this time, survive this time..."

The car stopped abruptly and stopped moving forward.

"Your Excellency Earl Horace..."

Anderson's eyes were wide open with fear, he couldn't speak clearly, and his body was as stiff as a zombie.

"Don't scare yourself..."

Horace pretended to be calm.

"The coachman!"

"Coachman! Speak back!"

"Damn it, talk, or I will make your family in the graveyard restless!"

"Guards! Guards!"

Quietly, no one answered.It seems that the coachman driving in front and the guards wearing armor next to him don't seem to exist.

Horace's heart sank.

"Go out, Your Highness Anderson."

"Get out, get out?!"

"It doesn't make any sense to pretend to be an ostrich. Maybe you can survive if you go out."

Although Anderson was comforted in this way, the regret in Horace's heart grew like a weed.

"I'm so stupid, I shouldn't have come to this muddy water! The decline of the family is also a matter of at least three or four generations, but I only have one life! Oh, my God!"

Howling in his heart, he got up and left the cushion.

"Wait a minute, take this." He gave Anderson a knife from under the seat, and took another for himself.

"Your Excellency Horace, will this be useful?" Horace didn't answer him.

Maybe it will be useful.

Then he opened the door first and stepped out of the carriage.

Anderson grabbed the knife Horace had given him, but his hands were still shaking uncontrollably.

"died……"

The warrior in heavy armor was cut open with a samurai sword at the neck of the mail armor, and his throat was sealed with a knife.

"There is no resistance, it's like walking and dying suddenly."

Horace glanced sideways at the tragic death of the guard, feeling suffocated for a while.

Under the illumination of the roadside lights, a thin figure suddenly appeared in the line of sight of the two of them.

Although he was wearing the mask of an evil spirit, his stern demeanor still radiated from his gestures.Holding the samurai sword in his arms like a child, he lowered his head slightly.

Under the large white robe, he is wearing eye shoes. On the front of the clothes is written [Tianzhu], and on the back is written [National Thief], and there is a bowl tied on his head, which is the kind of long streamer.

"Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr..."

When he was extremely nervous, Horace heard a strange sound, looked slightly sideways, and found that it was the sound of teeth chattering from the people around him.

So he slightly tightened the knife in his hand: "Fear is useless, Your Excellency Anderson. Draw your sword and fight, don't forget that we are not those pure nobles..."

Speaking of this, he showed a self-deprecating smile: "Pure blood nobles will not come out to die, we are just a group of guys who want to follow others..."

"But don't forget, we are also sword masters! Even if we die, we must die like sword masters!"

Anderson drew out the knife as he said, but the shaking was almost as if he was using a light stick to support his idol.

The masked man moved while holding the knife in his hand.

He walked slowly towards the two of them, then suddenly accelerated and jumped up in a flash.

Clang!
The hilt of the knife in Horace's hand snapped off, and at the same time his head flew into the sky, and blood gushed out of the broken neck like a fountain.

"Ah... please let me go, please, I'm just an errand... I won't get involved in these things anymore, please... none of this has anything to do with me, it has nothing to do with me, I don't want to die ...I don't want to die! Please..."

"Heavenly Punishment...the national thief."

The calm tone brought deep despair to Anderson.

"I fought with you!"

With a bang, Anderson also fell to the ground.

Blood flowed out from under his body and seeped into the cracks in the stone pavement, watering the moss that grew tenaciously like countless ordinary people.

The ghost swordsman took out a cloth to wipe off the blood on the knife in his hand, and then covered Anderson's body with the cloth.

"Go to another world to feel the light and warmth. Your blood and corpses will create a bright and warm new world!"

(End of this chapter)