Shaman from Afar

"Ahhhh-!!!!!!"

A heartbreaking cry, Aalto Bellini awakened violently from his dream, exquisite silk pajamas soaked in cold sweat, and his contracted pupils proved that he had not recovered from fear.

Sitting on a soft, red silk velvet bed enough to lie down to twenty people, this talented alchemist and the future heirs of the Bellini family could not feel the slightest safety and comfort, and his hands trembling clung to the bed As if in this spacious and empty bedroom, an assassin with a hidden dagger was ambushing.

This is not the first time he has experienced an assassination, but it is the first time that he is so close to death-in order to protect him, or to protect his mind, Aalto has at least twenty fully armed people at all times. The guards followed, and each one was carefully selected by the Bellini family and employed heavily, and he could die for him at any time.

He knew very well how much his Holy Blood Elixir made outsiders jealous. Once successful, it would hurt the interests of many people, so he was not unprepared for assassination.

But the picture in his mind is never the same as the actual situation-the moment the dagger cut through his dress, he really thought he was dead.

These **** mice, pariahs! Let them pay the price!

The trembling right hand gently pressed against the chest, and the heart was still beating violently. Fear and anger distorted the delicate face of the genius alchemist.

Slowly calm down, yes, can't be excited. I am Aalto Bellini, the only heir of the Bellini family, a genius alchemist, and I let the family regain its footing in the Nine-Mounted Star Wizard Tower. Without me, all that remains of this ancient surname is copper smell!

Me, the genius, the unparalleled Aalto Bellini, is the future leader of the Bellini family, and is the new star of the nine-man star wizard tower!

I am extraordinary!

He took back the confident Alto Bellini and walked out of the bed. He changed into a close-fitting dark red single tulle gown and sat with his hands folded in front of the dresser.

On the coffee table beside the dressing table, there are things that I usually carry with me. It was supposed to be kept by myself, but the situation was too rushed that day, so it was packed and put here by the servant.

With an inadvertent glance, his gaze stopped on a note.

The scarlet blood spread to the edge of the spreading pupil, and the corners of the eyes began to twitch involuntarily, as if the ink left on the note was not the trace of the devil.

Like falling into the abyss!

No, it's not fear. Aalto Bellini, whose shoulders are trembling, gritted his teeth tightly. What was under him was not a spacious and comfortable recliner, but a cliff!

Just looking at the few lines, he felt that he was stripped of his clothes, standing naked on the street in the south of the city, staring with countless untouchables on the lower eye!

Who wrote this note, and how could he know the core research content of the formula of Holy Blood Elixir? How much does he know? !

"No, it's impossible ... it's impossible!"

Bloody Altos hysterically shouted in his pupils, even now, as if he could feel a figure mocking himself in the dark, staring at himself with contemptuous eyes.

I ’m Aalto Bellini, the most talented alchemist in the nine-pointed star wizard tower. The Holy Blood Elixir is my invention, it ’s mine! its mine!

I am the creator of it. All of this is the result of my research, my hard work, and I created this miracle!

No one can take it away from me, no one!

Kneeling down, Aalto hugged his head, struggling in pain, venting hysterically, picking up the note tremblingly, his angry eyes could burn it to ashes.

No, you have to calm down, the genius Alto Bellini, it doesn't help to go on like this.

The sound in my mind recalled over and over again, and the self-hypnotic words made Aalto gradually return to normal. On the quiet, scholar-like face, the trembling eyes restored the original indifference and reason.

The most important thing at the moment is to prevent future troubles, first to find out who the owner of the note is, and then confirm their purpose and how much they know about the "truth".

Either money or life, as long as he can seal how much money is no problem.

and many more. Aalto frowned, and he suddenly remembered that Weierlo Bellini had told himself a certain name. The other party, like Isaac Grantham, was a wizard of the Principality of Lothal, and he was a Victoria. The Mpall academy came out-and was equally talented, and created a spell-casting method called "Magic Circle".

In order to reconcile him with Verlo, he also specially prepared invitations for him, inviting him to attend the midsummer banquet.

Will it be him?

This is just a very likely guess, but at this moment nothing may be overlooked. The cold-looking Aalto Bellini got up from the ground and looked back at the door:

"Teacher Verlo, please come in."

As the voice fell, the closed door was opened. With a smile, Verloe walked into the bedroom with his hands on his back, his expression mild and full of concern: "How is the rest, Aalto? I heard that you were injured, but I and the rest of the family are very worried ..."

Although he was trying to cover up, there was still a faint expression in the eyes of Verlo. Pretending to pose but not forgetting the kneeling elders ... Aalto's face flashed an imperceptible sneer.

"Thank you for your concern, Mentor Verlo, I'm almost fine." Aalto, who also pretended to be a gesture, was very sincerely "thanks": "Are those assassins caught?"

"Not yet, alas! These **** patrol guards are really useless!" Speaking here, Verlo also complained angrily: "Every year the Liberty Council has to give them so much money, and even a few small assassins have caught Not at all! "

"It's still possible to break into Bellini's mansion with a lot of swings-this kind of person is not a small assassin." Aalto, who had calmed down, had no hope of the patrol's performance: "Even if he didn't catch People, should there be any progress? "

"This one……"

Weirlo's expression was even more ugly: "In the evening, someone found several bodies in an alley in the south of the city. They were the mercenaries we sent to collect the net."

"It seems that they found the target, but they were killed." Aalto nodded, but didn't take it seriously: "It's unfortunate, but it's also expected, just looking at those people's hands is not like being able to be caught. Defeated by a mercenary. "

"Not those people." Weier Luo swallowed hard: "but a person."

"A person?"

"From the dead state of the corpse, the position of the ground, and the wounds, they should have been killed by one person. The shape of the wound is not like a sword, but more like it was blown up by something."

This was somewhat unexpected. Aalto nodded in surprise, but he didn't care about it: "But I didn't come to you not for the whereabouts of the assassins, but for another thing."

"No matter what, just say it." Verlo said, "enthusiastically" pleasing: "The mentor will do his best to help you."

"No, this matter is about you, Instructor Verlo." Aalto stood with a smile: "Do you remember, you told me about the contradiction between you and a spellcaster a few days ago, and His identity is still very suspicious. "

"Yes, that's right!" Speaking of a dark-haired wizard, Weier Luo immediately showed his teeth and gritted expression: "That Rotel's countryman is definitely not a good thing, I guess he is probably the same as those assassins. Guys! "

"After careful thought, I do n’t think the family should have a relationship with this apparently unknown person ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ let alone he seems to be involved in the Corona family."

Ignoring Verlo actively, Aalto continued: "In this case, the Bellini family must not have such a potential enemy in Ebden, we must find a way to get rid of him, and at no cost!"

"You think so too, that's great!" The sudden "surprise" made Verlo feel a little bit too happy to find the north: "That's it, this kind of countryman who has nowhere to go and still has two children, he should kill them all ,after that……"

"It's all over, please go out now."

Interrupting him calmly, the smiling Alto Bellini sat on the chair. Obviously, he was raising his head, but his eyes looked like a tutor standing in front of him, and he raised his finger to the door:

"Please climb ... and ... go out."

With his mouth shut, Weierlo stared at his apprentice stupefiedly, his body trembling slightly, and then bent his knees, bent over, and reached out ...

Like a dog, he obediently left the bedroom.