[Slow Travel] Assassin System - Mingguang

What is promised must be done, and the promises made must be fulfilled.

Especially when this promise is to Aina - a young future monarch who is learning the principles of life.

Miao Xuan smiled consolingly at his little cousin, and then looked at Ian who was sitting opposite him. The man who was about to grow up was silently looking at the teacup on the table. His eyes blocked complex emotions.

The collapse of the church on Good Friday shocked the whole country, and the prime minister was fully responsible for the aftermath. The official account to the people was that the sinners were all punished, the victims were compensated, and the destroyed church was rebuilt...

But the real insider knows that this is not the case. The thugs from Elisano are not the planners of the incident. The real culprit is a young man. No one knows his origins.

The only information that can be confirmed as true is the man's nickname "Eagle" and his divine gift of being able to fly and transform birds with instruments.

But even if Junying made such a big event that caused a sensation in the country, he still guaranteed his own concealment, and has been at large for many years, which is worthy of being the goal of this world.

From the high level of the Holy See to the royal nobles, from the prime minister to relevant officials, people with different positions have reached a high degree of unity of opinion on this matter, and they all sincerely hope to catch the "Eagle".

Even Miao Xuan himself can't accurately describe the real appearance of Junying. He can only confirm the existence of the disguise, but he can't see through the real appearance under the disguise.

Therefore, he had no choice but to hope that the next time the two met, they would confirm the identity of the target through systematic identification.

Seven years have passed, and Miao Xuan has already started preparing for another battle, but Ian still can't get over his self-blame, one is because of his highness, and the other is because his father can't catch the culprit .

He hated himself for being weak all the time, and at the same time projected the same hatred on the eagle.

Even Miao Xuan couldn't untie this knot. After all, he had confessed that he had given up the royal power, which meant that he had cut off his position to help Ian. He could only watch the child struggle alone, hoping that he could come out on his own.

Miao Xuan sighed silently. He looked at the boy sitting across from him, but asked his little niece, "Aina, what do you think of the day after tomorrow? I think it should be a good day."

The little princess shook her legs happily: "Okay, but brother can't cancel because of the weather. If it rains the next day, I will go too!"

"Of course, as long as you insist, then we can stay outside the palace all day, and I will apply with His Majesty..." Miao Xuan paused, and asked gently, "Ian, are you coming with me?"

The young man with drooping eyes raised his head immediately, and he fixedly looked at Miao Xuan: "Your Highness?"

Cecilia looked at Ian curiously. She had already guessed the identity of this "Persival". He should be the prime minister's eldest son and a partner who grew up with his brother... Did they have any dangerous experiences before? ?This little Percival seemed to be scared.

However, considering the complicated amount of information in this conversation, she obediently kept quiet.

"Ian, we can't be bound by the shadows of the past." Miao Xuan asked the puppet to refill his tea, "It's just a misfortune that was premeditated. , the first thing we have to do is to face up to it.”

Ian took the teacup again, and after a moment of silence, he said, "Your Excellency, please forgive my weakness."

Miao Xuan also picked up the teacup, he didn't say anything, but simply said: "But I don't think it's weakness."

The puppet brought the iris biscuits again, circled around the little princess amidst the cheers of the little princess, and didn't let her get any of them, and then put them in the hands of the host and the visitor.

Cecilia: ...?

Miao Xuan picked up a small pink round cake and waved it at his little cousin: "Aina, you can no longer eat sweets today, to prevent dental caries - I explained the principle to you, and restraint is also a kind of Virtue, we must learn restraint."

Cecilia: ...

Satisfied after teasing his cousin, Miao Xuan slowly ate the cute little thing with strong tea, and then asked again: "So, will you come?"

Ian had finished his psychological struggle, and he replied firmly: "Of course, I will come, and I will never leave Your Highness again."

*

After spending a lot of persuasion, the queen finally agreed to Miao Xuan's request, and the little princess got the chance to go out for a walk as she wished, and Miao Xuan himself was able to observe the newly built Nordnor Sacrament Hall in person.

Because it was Sunday, the first thing the three of them went to was the Saint Auditorium, but Miao Xuan did not leave the carriage, he directly connected his vision and consciousness to the puppet, and used the puppet body to accompany his little cousin into the auditorium.

As long as it does not leave the body too far away, the puppet can always maintain its mimicry.

And this time the puppet once again mimicked the public face of the maid. It held Cecilia's hand and moved forward. The guards surrounded and hid around the princess, ready to guard against unexpected situations.

This is not the first time for Miao Xuan to operate in split screens. When he uses Baili's "eye" and Dragon Spear's Fusangshen form, he operates in separate views. Although it is very energy-consuming, it is no longer difficult after getting used to the operation .

However, Ian didn't follow the little princess closely like most of the guards did. He insisted on staying in the carriage, just by Miao Xuan's side.

In fact, this is not too necessary. Miao Xuan himself does not need personal guards. Even if the puppet is not by his side, the skills of the assassin Pang Tong also include the exchange of positions between the main body and the puppet. He can also withdraw the puppet to his side in an instant. In addition, Miao Xuan still has mental power and the weapons he carries with him...

Even if Miao Xuan loses the ability to move conveniently in this world, his lethality is not low at all.

This is also the main reason why Miao Xuan did not choose to come back again after saving enough money. The time required for resurrection is too long. The first time is a few months, and the second time is as long as ten years. I don't know what the consequences of this third use will be.

——It would be too terrifying if it was revived after a hundred years. It would be a thorough cleansing of all the cards, relatives and friends returning to dust, and the three major goals being replaced together. Young Xia, please start again.

Since Ian was squatting in the carriage to accompany the main body, Miao Xuan assigned the main consciousness to the puppet. As he went deeper into the sanctuary, he unexpectedly met Zacharias here—he did not discuss the outing with Aina in private. It is mentioned in the letter that the defense was only arranged and a consensus was reached with the Holy See.

This should be a coincidence.

"Actually, the archbishop is very concerned about the church in Nordnore, but he doesn't want to come here because he hates the steam equipment here, so every time he sends a team of priests to replace him..."

After recognizing the manipulator of the puppet, Zacharias approached the "maid" with surprise on his face: "I happen to be in the team this time, and I didn't expect to meet His Highness."

"Archbishop... His prejudice probably cannot be changed." Miao Xuan smiled in a low voice, and at the same time did not forget to remind, "...Aina, be careful when stepping on the steps."

It was the first time for Cecilia to come to a religious place other than the Royal Auditorium, and her whole body was filled with substantive excitement. She was next to her brother's doll, and after looking at the steam organ from a distance, she He turned his curious eyes to the electric light that simulated the sun on the sky dome.

With her brother pulling her, even if she stumbles, she can stand quickly. Cecilia is not afraid at all. If it weren't for the solemnity in the auditorium, she would have jumped up and had fun.

In fact, the palace of Niaterbe is also one of the most magnificent buildings, but this sacrament is better than new. Cecilia is looking at the lighted glass and the ubiquitous electric facilities, while paying attention It is a brand new experience to be in a crowd of civilians.

There was also the young man who came to his brother's side - thin and tall, dressed in black, with a beautiful face, and it was impossible to tell the gender at a glance.

He is the adoptive son of the archbishop...

Cecilia heard a lot of fragmentary information, and was a little surprised that such a rigid and lonely archbishop would raise such a son.

What's more, unlike the archbishop who always has his face on his shoulders, this boy seems to be very close to his brother, his eyes are shining when he looks at his brother, and he didn't pay much attention to the other royal princess present at all except for the ceremony .

Cecilia also felt shallow affection, but this time she was sure it was love.

The morning service is over, and the next activity is to take a cruise on the Nordnor River. This is a project that Cecilia has been looking forward to for a long time. She pushed her brother to go out, and Zechariah reluctantly sent them to the university. the door.

On the square in front of the church, a large flock of white pigeons was circling and flying. Today’s weather was so good that the thick clouds even cleared once again. The gentle sunlight dyed the pigeon’s wings bright white. From afar, the flock of pigeons looks like clouds, rising and falling.

Sacilia let out a cheer, pulled her brother and ran to the pigeons, but she didn't have anything to feed the pigeons, so she could only startle a bunch of birds.

There are quite a few children doing this, and the crowds who come to worship are not surprised, but Cecilia keenly noticed something was wrong when she was running in the square, she pulled the puppet's arm: "Brother, there is a wounded puppet over there." Pigeon!"

Miao Xuan was staring at the airship in the distance, and was startled when he heard the words: "Pigeon?"

Cecilia let go of Miao Xuan's hand, and picked up something from the stone brick floor not far away. It was indeed an injured pigeon. Bloodstains could be clearly seen on its body, and the dazzling bright red Apply it like this on a pure white ground.

How could there be injured and dying pigeons outside the church...

At this moment, Miao Xuan's intuition suddenly sounded the alarm, and he opened up the mental power field in an instant, but whether it was in his own perception or in the concrete small map, there was nothing suspicious within a radius of tens of meters. place.

Cecilia couldn't hide Miao Xuan's stress reaction. She held the bird and approached the doll: "Brother, what's wrong?"

Miao Xuan immediately took the little pigeon from her hand—the bird was trembling in the puppet's palm, and every tremor seemed to consume its remaining energy, and it was about to die.

This is indeed just an ordinary little pigeon, a complete biological body, with a sharp wound on its lower abdomen, all broken legs and wings, bloodstains on its head, and the whole bird is dying.

What caused its injury?Is that what made his instinct call the police...

Miao Xuan frowned, and signaled to the guards hiding in the crowd.

"Hall... What's wrong with this?" Zechariah also walked quickly from the steps. He approached Miao Xuan and whispered, "Your Highness...this is?!"

Zechariah saw the pigeon in the puppet's hand, and he quickly took it. In an instant, a thin halo came from his palm and shrouded the bird's body, gradually stopping its bleeding.

"Brother, can we save it?" Cecilia also grabbed her brother's sleeve, "It's so pitiful."

Zechariah looked at you: "What a serious injury—this should not be an accident, some are caused by birds of prey or cats, or it may be human-made bad behavior... There is still a possibility for the legs to recover, but the wings are not. There is no way to recover, I was hit hard on the head and one of my eyes was injured, I will restore the abdominal wound first."

Seeing the hideous wound on the pigeon gradually healed, Miao Xuan still felt that something was wrong. At this time, the disguised guards had surrounded him, waiting for Miao Xuan's order.

Miao Xuan directly issued the blockade order, and then asked Zechariah: "Is this just a pigeon?"

Zacharias was taken aback: "What?"

"I mean..." Miao Xuan looked at the pigeon, "It's just a biological body without any mechanical components?"

Although he couldn't find any problems with his mental strength, his intuition has always been very accurate. This pigeon, or the cause of the pigeon's injury, is very dangerous.

Zechariah immediately understood, and he paused for a while in the treatment: "Yes, there is no artificial component on it, I can be sure of this, but in case..."

"do not want!"

Cecilia didn't know what happened seven years ago, and she didn't even know that there was a "hawk" who was closely related to birds. She just vaguely sensed her brother's intentions, so she took the lead and said, "Brother, don't throw it away. It can no longer survive back in nature - let me take care of it!". Seven

Zacharias didn't say anything anymore. He held the injured bird firmly and looked at the little prince beside him. He decided to ignore the princess's intentions and only obey His Highness's choice.

Miao Xuan patted his little cousin's head: "Aina, I can't give it to you, but I will keep it for the time being."

Miao Xuan is not a doting guardian, he will not let Aina be willful, but is throwing away the pigeon the best way to deal with it?

Although he didn't know exactly what the alarm brought by his intuition was aimed at, all the clues were on this pigeon.

The eagle's ability can indeed act on birds, but the birds in my memory are all covered with gears...

Miao Xuan could see birds almost every day, no matter in the palace or in Ceylon County, but only this time his intuition warned him.

If the eagle can really control the birds, there is no need for him to get out this badly injured pigeon.

So the pigeon is probably not the source of the danger, the real source is what caused the pigeon's injury.

But in any case, it must be related to goal one.

Miao Xuan raised his head to look at the sky, and the clear daylight was blocked by the clouds at some point. The dense clouds weighed heavily on the sky, and white doves were faintly shuttled among them.

After so many years, why did "Junying" reappear at this point in time?

*

Aydno, coastal city, Iab.

When Drake opened the door, he smelled a strong smell of blood, and in this strong smell was mixed with several strange smells, they came from burning spices, all the smells were mixed together, Together they form a strong fishy fragrance.

It can't be said to smell good, but anyone who is in it will definitely feel fascinated... But this does not include "sea monsters".

Drake suppressed his nausea and looked at the man sitting behind the table: "Junying, are you committing suicide? You've made so much blood."

The man behind the table has a strong and powerful body, but at this moment his upper body is completely leaning against the strangely shaped table and chair. The blood stained the wooden table top, dripping down the corners.

"Ah... no... just paid a part of the price." The man grinned and pressed the wound on the palm of his left hand, "Blood is the medium and the channel, didn't I teach you?"

Drake: "..."

Drake turned his head away, as if avoiding suspicion, not to look at the eagle's hands—although he could vaguely guess the pattern under the blood.

Ever since he was sent to Aidno and joined the Hippogriff's team, Drake has used various methods to spy on the Hippogriff's information. He has seen hundreds of drawings, and he has no doubts about the incense floating in the air. For some impressions, once you match the fragrance with the pattern, the answer to the question is obvious.

The eagle draws a pair of flying birds on each of his palms with burning powder of spices, metals and minerals.

"It really hurts." In the dim light, Jun Ying narrowed his green eyes and looked at his left hand, "It's so dangerous, I almost lost my left hand... But it was worth it, both of them survived..."

Thinking of this, Jun Ying couldn't help laughing again: "Griffins are really smart."

Drake didn't know what the eagle was talking about, he only knew that what the eagle was doing was a variation of witchcraft - a product of the ancient civilization of Aidnor.

Charisma is a gift available to all peoples and races, including of course the Ayednians.

Just as Niaterbe used steam technology to deconstruct divine grace, the Ayednians chose a more eccentric approach. They tried to use divine grace to integrate wind, land, animals and rivers, and this way of converting to nature is magical. Weird, called "witchcraft" by civilized people.

"...Ha, I didn't expect that I would be unable to restrain myself at this moment."

Junying grinned and sighed. He threw away the bone knife and picked up a silk cloth to wipe the blood—he used the knife to pierce the wings, legs, head and chest of the bird in his left hand, while the bird in his right hand remained intact.

"Drake, please help me put out the incense."

Drake did as he did, and while he extinguished the candles and braziers placed everywhere, he asked bluntly: "Are you using Aidenor's way to control 'God'?"

Junying slowly bandaged his palms: "Did you see it? Indeed, civilized people look down on 'witchcraft', but they don't know that there are many deadly things in this mysterious field——Drake, I highly recommend You learn more about so-called witchcraft, your divine grace is more suitable for this ancient civilization than mine."

"Thank you for your appreciation." Drake put away the last candle, "So did your curse succeed?"

"No, it's not a curse, it's just a necessary sacrifice." Junying bandaged his palms and began to tidy up his appearance, "And it's not so much a curse, I hope it's a prophecy..."

"Hey, little sea monster, what would you do if you saw something you dreamed of and was held in the hands of those unqualified guys?"

When Junying uttered these words, he made no secret of his malice, and even felt a little eager to try.

Drake was taken aback for a moment, and what flashed through his mind was...he paused: "I don't know, I don't have anything to dream about."

"No? That's such a pity." Junying threw down the blood-soaked handkerchief and smiled, "One must pursue something."

Drake was noncommittal, and just tried his best not to touch the thing full of blood—the blood of the eagle is the most dangerous weapon.

"Five years...no, four years." Junying laughed softly, "In another four years, I will be able to go back."