[Slow Travel] Assassin System - Mingguang

Miao Xuan looked at the young boy and sighed sincerely.

Seeing that there is no need to inherit the throne and get rid of the responsibility of a country, the second target actually wants to take him back...

This idea is not only bold, but also the opposite of his father.

I don't know if it's because I'm still young, and I still have a bit of innocence and persistence that can't be wiped out in time. A true friend is one who will never leave.

Miao Xuan was very moved, so he immediately said firmly: "No, I don't need it."

I'm afraid that if I say it too late, I will reach another strange agreement.

Ian looked at him resolutely, "Your Highness! Only you can inherit the throne—"

Miao Xuan was in a bad mood and immediately interrupted: "No, I have lost the qualification to inherit the throne. Now only able-bodied people can inherit the throne, and so far there has been no exception in Niaterbo."

"But that's nothing at all!" Ian couldn't wait to explain, "The times are changing, many old and rotten customs have been abandoned, and the so-called succession to the throne is the same!"

"Even if this path is not feasible, there is always another way. The advancement of medicine is so rapid. As long as His Highness is fully recovered, the little princess is just a girl, and the priority of inheritance will definitely return..."

Miao Xuan sighed: "But what if I don't want to?"

Ian was taken aback: "...Your Highness?"

Miao Xuan shook his head gently at him: "Ian, I don't want to inherit the throne anymore, I just want to protect Aina well—protect my aunt and the little princess."

Ian said incredulously: "But, isn't His Highness' wish to protect Nia Telbo and continue the splendor of this land?!"

Miao Xuan moved his fingers, so the puppet pretending to be an ordinary deacon stepped forward and forcefully helped the boy up from the ground: "Even if I don't inherit the throne, I can still work hard for it."

"Your Highness!" Ian showed an unbelievable expression on his face, as if he had been deeply shocked, "Didn't we agree that after you inherit the throne, I will assist you?!"

"It's different now, my thoughts have changed." Miao Xuan said gently to the young man, "Ian, I can't go back."

The young man let the puppet pull him up from the ground as if he had been struck by lightning, and looked at Miao Xuan's legs absent-mindedly.

"It's getting late, I'll go back first." Miao Xuan made an excuse at random, "Ian, see you next time."

Although I don't know what Ian misunderstood, but as long as the child can understand what he means, Miao Xuan will not go into it.

After the words fell, the puppet who fit the master's wishes had already let go of the boy, silently walked behind Miao Xuan, and pushed him away outside the curtain.

Ian wanted to stop him, but he couldn't say anything at this moment. The torment of more than half a year resurfaced again, and the letters flashed through his mind in turn.

It was all his fault that His Highness became like this.

The strange attendant raised a heavy curtain, and immediately after, His Royal Highness walked slowly through the dark scarlet...

Behind the curtain is a dark corridor. The dim candlelight illuminates the empty corridor, and the cold portraits on the wall can be vaguely glimpsed.

Ian stared blankly at the back of the prince he had identified. Even though he was sitting in a wheelchair, the little prince's back was still straight. He would walk through the long corridor and return to the prince's palace alone.

In the banquet hall were the noble guests who were laughing and laughing, and the opera singers were singing loudly on the stage, but no matter how lively they were, His Highness would rather hide in the silent darkness than touch the outside world...

It was all his fault, Ian thought.

And he wants to correct this mistake at any cost.

*

The monsoon season is finally over and the seas have finally ushered in a beautiful period of calm.

If there is no **, all sailors can enjoy a relatively comfortable life during this period of time.

But if, after all, it is "if".

Under the scorching sun, on the gentle and peaceful sea, bursts of black smoke rose up with noise, and the fire burned on the ship that was about to be silent, and the sound of crackling was continuous.

No matter how many miles the Niatalbe fleets sailed, and what remote corners their colonies and territories covered, the great seas never belonged to just one master.

And once ships of different nationalities meet in waters far away from the mainland, all unexpected events may happen. For example, some part-time pirate merchant ships suddenly turned their faces.

"Bastard, has your hand been cut off?! Burn it faster!"

The captain yelled at the clumsy sailor: "Look at your miserable appearance, you can't even chop off your bones-I tell you, the trash who can only scrub the deck will not survive sooner or later!"

The bloodied sailor didn't dare to refute, so he had to work harder at his work. He chopped up the logo decoration embroidered with irises, and simply threw them into the fire.

And not far from the sea ship Unruk, a large ship that was looted was also burned. A day ago, it was a happy ship full of wealth and headed for the port of the capital of the motherland. It has the most advanced weapons and equipment in the world today, and the level cards of almost all countries are available...

Who would have thought that such a ship would end up with the ship being destroyed?

"These iris ships are fire-resistant... What a waste of such good materials." The captain cleared his throat angrily, and spit out, "Even the keels are carved with signs and decorations, so they can't be reused at all. We had to burn it."

No matter how many pirate jobs they did, the Unruk was a serious merchant ship on the surface, and there was no problem with plundering and killing, but none of this could be exposed to the sun.

So the captain had no choice but to burn down the iris ship that he had been coveting for a long time, and had nowhere to vent his depression, so he had to chop off the head of the last captive and play on the deck.

Hmph, even though you can be a pirate, you still have to do the job of hiding your identity. Killing people is not fun!

If it wasn't that he couldn't kill Junying, and he couldn't figure out what that guy was thinking...

The captain kicked his skull and looked up at the watchtower at the top of the mast.

If he guessed correctly, that little sea monster should be hiding there now. He probably found a way to practice "God's Grace", thinking about going to bed every day, which saves a lot of trouble than before.

...For the sake of this brat's achievements in battle, let him go.

*

The captain guessed right, Drake fell into a deep sleep again amidst the scorching breath of blood and fire.

Sleep does not necessarily bring dreams, and dreams are mixed with too many impurities. Although the young man is very eager to go to the old place, the frequency of his wish is not high.

Fortunately, this time the dream was exactly what Drake was looking for.

It is still the unchanging luxury interior room, with heavy curtains, bookcases that occupy almost all the walls, and the zenith with rich paintings. The Virgin Mary and angels above the clouds are showing dull smiles.

However, there are still some changes. For example, there is a whole row of similar machines in front of the dark red curtain. The models are slightly different, but the appearance is similar. They should be made of brass and wood together, with trumpet-shaped openings. And a base made of expensive wood.

Drake looked at them curiously. He had seen this thing before. Just before this dream, he had smashed one on Iris's boat. At that time, he thought it was a decoration.

But when the boy appeared, Drake's attention was immediately diverted.

The boy is still the same as before, maybe a little taller?But no matter what, his growth rate is definitely not as fast as that of the little pirate who is exposed to the wind and the sun and exercises excessively every day.

Derek estimated the boy's figure with an unchanging reference, and thought with satisfaction——

As long as this continues, he will soon surpass the boy, and one day, he will grow as tall as the boy's mechanical monster.

Yes, mechanical monsters.

In the last dream, Drake was lucky enough to look in the mirror, and finally saw his own appearance clearly in the dream. This is a lonely and weird puppet, which is really similar to the demon in myths and legends.

Before that, Drake always thought that the skin in the dream would look better, at least somewhat similar to the angel on the mural.

So why can something like a mechanical monster be liked by teenagers?

Drake couldn't figure it out, there was no definition of "beauty" for human beings in his life, and he could only rely on the standards of others. .seven

If it was according to the preferences of his colleagues, of course it would have to be a coquettish girl with a protruding front and a curvy back; if you ask those women, there is a high probability that they are tall, strong and rich men...

What about himself?If he used his judgment to speculate on the boy's hobbies, what would he like...?

Drake subconsciously looked at the young man, at his smiling face, the back of his hands where he could vaguely see the knuckles, his straight back, and...the weak legs under the wheelchair.

Just when Drake was distracted, the boy had already pushed the wheelchair close to the row of machines, and he said with great interest: "If there are different models of gramophones, then the timbre should be different... Try them all once."

Immediately afterwards, the young man turned on the horn closest to him, and he moved briskly, completing all the operations in the blink of an eye. When he raised his hand, a melodious music sounded from the horn.

Drake looked at the machine in amazement before he understood what it was for.

Could this be a music playing machine?

The complex instruments played together, and finally mixed into a beautiful chord, and amidst the bursts of music, melodious singing followed.

Drake listened carefully for a while, and realized that it was actually a tribute to the sea and sailors.

But this song is completely different from the sailor's ditty, and it even needs dozens of instruments to match it-except for the partial description of the ocean, the description of the sailor's love story is a complete lie.

Is this all the music the nobles listen to?Using language that emphasizes weirdness, they compiled such false and bizarre stories, such as a mermaid in the ocean who fell in love with a pirate, and a noble lady who went out to sea to play and met an ocean elf.

Drake suddenly felt bored and irritated, and he preferred to listen to juvenile books... or poetry, or whatever, to these beautiful but hollow music.

The long tune finally stopped, and when Drake heaved a sigh of relief and couldn't wait to move to the bookcase, he was pulled back by the boy again.

This is not the end, the boy asked him to change to the second phonograph.

Drake: ...

Aggrieved, Drake opened the second frame, replaced it with identical black discs, and then had to listen to the same song over and over again, and the process repeated until all the gramophones had been used.

This process was very boring. Drake thought he would not be able to bear it and exit the dream, but when he saw the boy sitting by the window, he suddenly felt that he could endure it.

The boy seems to be writing and drawing on a white paper, with patterns densely packed with lines, strange and complicated words...

Even though Drake had begun to teach himself to read, he still couldn't understand the handwriting on these few pieces of paper.

When the last phonograph stopped singing, the boy also put down his pen. He looked up at several machines, and finally came to a conclusion: "From this point of view, No. [-] really has the most beautiful tone... Let's dismantle it .”

Drake: ?

"Come to me." The boy beckoned to Drake, and Drake immediately approached, followed by a customary hug. Under the boy's guidance, the puppet led him close to the No. [-] gramophone.

Drake watched helplessly as the boy skillfully dismantled the big guy and cut all the accessories out of the instrument. It was hard to imagine that this was a skill that a noble boy would master. He played with the most delicate parts, with an expression of Very serious.

At this distance, Drake could clearly see the boy's eyes, which were a light azure blue, especially softened by the candlelight.

It is reminiscent of the ocean under the moonlight night, or the night sky after a storm, and those clear crystals-not those artificial inferior things, but the products of marine shellfish after divine grace.

You must know that "divine grace" is not limited to human beings, this divine power also flows in the oceans of this world, especially the deep sea, under this unknown and changeable power, marine life will undergo strange changes.

Drake once saw a huge crystal tortoiseshell, its shell and flesh turned into a crystal-like substance, the blue color was bright and clear, and when he saw it for the first time, Drake felt Think of this boy.

"It seems that the principle is this stabilizer..." The boy finished his research, raised his head and smiled at his puppet, "The next step is to change your voice, I hope you like it, and you can talk to me more in the future a few words."

Change your voice?

Drake suddenly realized!

It turned out that this doll was actually made by this young man.

In this dream, he is his creation.

*

Drake woke up with a start.

The sound of horns and sirens lingered in his ears, and the peaceful and peaceful dream world ended, and he returned to the boring reality of ever-changing changes, becoming a precarious little pirate.

There are ships approaching—

There are many people, it is a fleet, and there is something huge on the fleet. The power mixed with divine grace is the most conspicuous, as well as the faint and annoying aura.

Drake got up and saw the fleet on the distant sea level.

Twenty huge warships lined up in an array, pushing waves to come. They are obviously just the most ordinary warships, but the proud and proud aura, as well as their glittering golden appearance, are a bit gorgeous and mighty at first glance. .

And on every ship, the flags of roses and griffins are flying high.

They belonged to the Royal Navy at Niatalberg.

Drake deftly turned over and jumped straight out of the watchtower. Even though he fell from a height of tens of meters, he could still land lightly and quietly on the deck with the help of the mast.

The blood on the ship has not been cleaned, and even the corpse is still oozing with blood. There is still gray smoke floating on the sea not far away. The remaining traces of the vortex are like the soul of the dead ship.

But no one expressed fear, even the captain looked indifferent, and they even issued a distress signal as usual.

——The Unruk will lie that they have encountered pirates, and get some support materials from the motherland while getting rid of the crime. Although this excuse is not very clever, there will naturally be someone in the naval fleet to cover it up for them.

"Little devil! You have to follow me up this time."

Just as Drake was staring at the approaching battleship, the captain came out from nowhere and grabbed Drake by the collar: "This time you killed the most people, follow me to receive the reward .”

Drake: "Receive the reward?"

"You also feel it? Who is leading the fleet..."

The captain said sourly: "The military rank of Junying has been raised again. He is in charge of this fleet. Doesn't he hate the Iris people? We just killed hundreds of them, and as long as we put This time the loot and the information he wants can be exchanged for some—"

Drake: "No."

The captain was taken aback, and quickly figured out why, he snorted coldly, and spat at the brat: "What about the blue crystal tortoise shell, do you still want it?"

Drake: "..."

Drake: "Let's go."

*

"Can I...can I not go?" Miao Xuan looked at his aunt anxiously, "There is also a chapel in the palace, right? Why don't I just stay here—"

The queen flatly refused: "Of course not! This time the service is held by the archbishop, you must follow me to the royal sanctuary. You have already escaped from the last service. You can't do this again this time."

Miao Xuan had no choice but to follow the queen into the carriage and head to the royal sanctuary that he had never been to since his little cousin was baptized.

On the carriage, the little princess who was only a few months old stared at her round eyes, waving her chubby hands at Miao Xuan, and laughing cutely.

The queen joked: "Look, even Aina is so sensible."

Miao Xuan could only sit down resignedly, and teased the little girl by the way.

Since the accident that happened a year ago, the Sacrament Hall in the capital has been relocated, presided over by the parliament, and has fallen into a long reconstruction process. It is said that many unprecedented new technologies will be used to create a "paradise" like Effect.

However, the archbishop scoffed at this, and openly declared that this was "abandoning the root and chasing the end". The royal chapel he presided over still maintained the most traditional appearance. Even if the airship flew past his forehead, he still did not allow any modern technology to enter.

Therefore, when entering the auditorium, Miao Xuan did not take a wheelchair, he was carried in by a servant disguised as a puppet.

The archbishop is a rigid and boring old man who has spent his whole life living himself as a monument. He hates unconventional things the most in his life, especially the products of steam technology.

Miao Xuan was very unwilling to talk to the bishop, but the queen was very pious and still willing to listen to the Lord's teachings.

After the service, the queen had to take the little princess to confess the original sin, so Miao Xuan simply withdrew, but he did not follow the instructions of the nuns to stay in the lounge, but let the puppet lead him around .

With the puppets around, Miao Xuan's actions would be difficult for ordinary people to spot. He marked the location of the lounge, and then wandered around around it as the center.

Not far from the hall where the lounge is located is the library, which covers a huge area, and many ancient teachings and classics are stored here.

Just when Miao Xuan was looking at the catalog of the book, the system suddenly reminded: [Brother Miao, the third target is also here. 】

Goal three?

Miao Xuan was taken aback for a moment, he didn't expect to meet this person here,

Goal [-] in this world also saved his life. When he fell from a high altitude after being thrown by Goal [-], Goal [-] used light to give him a buffer.

Miao Xuan searched in the direction indicated by the system, and sure enough, he found a young man sitting in a corner with his back turned to him behind a few floors of bookcases.

The boy was squatting on the ground with an open book beside him, and he was drawing something on the paper. Miao Xuan saw the familiar structure on the paper at a glance, and subconsciously said, "Are you drawing an engine?"

The boy was shocked, he rubbed the paper and stood up, he turned around and said in a panic: "I'm sorry, I shouldn't--uh, who are you?"

"I'm a churchgoer, but I just got lost." Miao Xuan made an excuse, "Who are you? Can the priest reserve also have such a young child?"

Target Three has a soft voice, delicate features, and long golden hair. At first glance, he really looks like a girl, and the boy is wearing a white uniform, which is the symbol of the priest reserve.

Miao Xuan suddenly thought of the conversation between him and his aunt, what did the queen say...

Yes, this boy does look like an angel.

"No..." The young man subconsciously hid the paper in his hand, and said a little embarrassedly, "I'm not qualified to be a reserve soldier yet, I'm just the adopted son of the bishop."

Miao Xuan suddenly realized.

The queen once said that she would thank the savior, which is probably why the boy was able to enter the royal sanctuary and become the pope's adopted son, but he concealed the pattern he drew, which should be for fear of being discovered by his adoptive father.

The young man looked at Miao Xuan and the puppet in disguise with some shyness. He didn't find any problems. He just thought that the young master was tired from walking and had to be hugged by his servants: "Where do you want to go? There are usually no people around here. If If you want to go to the Great Cathedral, you have to keep going outside..."

Miao Xuan smiled: "Your engine is drawn wrong."