I'm playing mud in Western Fantasy

On the way from the north to the south, the wind and snow gradually became lighter. Assassins disguised as bards wandered in the streets and alleys, singing the songs written by the leader on the piano.

The land of chaos came to the king of Somir, and the glory buried for 500 years reappeared on the mainland. The goddess bestowed on him the brightest star in the sky, and even death could not separate them.

The cold wind carried those ambiguous rumors, hovering over the border town, the people who came out to the market were attracted by the singing, and surrounded the bard, the gold coins were thrown at their feet, and the old xylophone was plucked by nimble fingers , as if the light trembled for it.

The white-haired count sat in the carriage and opened the door a little to let the singing come from outside.Originally, he just wanted to pass the time, but he was gradually attracted by the content inside. When the city lord was ruthlessly abandoned by the princess, and he repented and went to seek forgiveness from the magician, Roland slammed the car door in front of him, and sang all the songs. isolated.

"Don't you like it? My lord." Windsor, who was leaning on the side, put his fingers aside and aimed at his sword tip: "You know, it took me two nights to compose this piece of music. It's a pity that you don't like it."

Roland sneered: "Why do you do this?"

"Of course I follow His Highness's order." Windsor hummed and opened the carriage door a little more, allowing the music from outside to float in. Hearing the vague sighs of passers-by, the smile on the assassin's face deepened.

"Have you heard, my lord, they are amazed and weeping for my music. It won't be long before my name will be sung in this city."

Windsor was intoxicated by his own music, shaking his head slightly: "The greatest composer, composed the most perfect movement. My name deserves to be praised."

Roland looked at him coldly: "Your Majesty will not have such an order."

"I'm talking about Your Highness, not our King." The assassin opened one eye and kindly reminded: "It's His Highness the magician who was locked in the castle and washed his face with tears all day long."

The earl was taken aback: "Impossible, Your Majesty the Magician would not do such a thing that would damage the reputation of His Majesty the King."

"Your Excellency the Magician was very angry when he heard the rumors about His Majesty and His Royal Highness, so he summoned me to the castle and ordered me to compose hymns and sing their..."

Windsor suddenly lowered her voice, put the tip of her tongue against her teeth, and ambiguously uttered the remaining words: "Love."

The earl raised his eyebrows: "It's just a common jealousy between lovers."

"But this kind of ordinary love is not worthy of my music. Only special ones will be remembered. You see, people outside stop for the songs I wrote."

He leaned slightly to hold a strand of white hair, stared at the eyes with a different pupil color from others and said softly: "Your beauty should also be praised by others, no matter how great a painter is, it is impossible to paint the charm of the corners of your eyes."

The red rapier swung across, and the white hair broke in the hands of the assassin. Roland leaned back into his soft pillow and braided the scattered white hair on his chest.

The assassin held the strand of hair that was hanging down, and asked with a smile, "Am I being rejected? My lord Earl."

"Sometimes ordinary is rare, Master Assassin, pay attention to your movements, otherwise your fingers will be cut off next time." Roland looked at his hand, with a rare smile on his face: "How can a hand without fingers play the piano? If I really want you to perform for me, the price can be set at will, and I am willing to pay any amount of gold."

The count returned to his lazy appearance, and leaned on the soft pillow to play with the ends of his hair: "Although it is the order of His Majesty the Magician, it is your own decision. If Your Majesty hears this..."

There was a knock on the carriage door, and the assassin glanced at the smiling count, put the white hair in his sleeves, and pushed open the door.

The wind and snow poured into the car immediately, and the assassin in white blocked the door, whispering: "Master, we found the trace of the saint."

"Saint?" Windsor was a little surprised: "Are you sure it's her?"

The assassin nodded: "It's definitely her. And she has been supported by someone all the time, and she looks like she was injured. The goddesses beside the saint are all wearing armor, and they seem to come from the southern battlefield."

The count sat up straight: "The southern battlefield? My people say that the saint has been guarding the safety of Lusi XV in the central temple."

"Your news may not be accurate, Lord Earl." The Windsor sprinter waved his hand and closed the door of the carriage again.

Roland frowned: "What do you mean?"

The assassin laughed, and suddenly began to take off his clothes.Clothes of white linen were thrown at the Count, and pierced by a red rapier.

"What are you going to do?" Roland looked at him coldly, "Are you worried that your dirty clothes will wear out my sword?"

The assassin was naked/topless, and took out a dress and armor from the ring to wear on his body. The man's handsome face gradually became gentle under the rubbing of his palms.

"It's just a little trick." Windsor, who had put on the goddess armor, blew a kiss to the cold-faced earl: "As wandering bards, exchanging tricks for wine money is just a skill we should have."

The blond goddess put on a black cloak and got off the carriage, and walked alone into the path leading to the temple in this border city.The earl in the carriage watched his figure, and softly asked the assassin who took the place of Windsor: "Does he often do this kind of thing?"

"Assassins should learn to play various roles. This is just a skill we should have." After the assassin replied, he heard the beautiful earl snort, and at some point there was a cold sword around his neck.

Roland raised his wrist and watched the red color dyeing the assassin's white clothes along his neck, with a satisfied smile on his face: "It's rare to have such an opportunity to go to the temple, I also want to see the noble lady What does it look like?"

The gate of the temple was closed tightly, and the gods and priests were stopped by the saintess and were not allowed to enter, so they had to guard the door to prevent others from entering.

The magic stone lamp in the hall gave off a dim light, the cold god statue was coated with a layer of warm light, and the veil fell on the ground stained with blood.Luciferia clutched her pierced wound and leaned against the feet of the statue, looking up at the roof in a daze.

Even though he has half a godhead in his body, the power of faith accumulated over the past 500 years has transformed his body into a demigod, but the sword that pierced his body has been unable to heal for a long time.

The pain stimulated the nerves, and Lucifera suddenly remembered that she hadn't felt this way for many years.It seems that the last time was that night 500 years ago.

The heart-wrenching pain of losing a loved one is intertwined with the physical pain. The saint murmured Yilin's name indifferently, as if she could repay her pain in this way.

The oozing blood gradually decreased, and the godhead slowly repaired her body. Lucifera looked down at the blood-stained dress, and felt that she was humble and embarrassed sitting next to the statue.

It seems that nothing has changed, time has passed 500 years, and I am still the saint who can only watch the people around me die one by one, but can do nothing.

She tried hard to support her body, but the wound was pulled and she fell back to the original place again. The sound of limbs hitting the ground echoed in the quiet temple.

Luciferia clutched her wound and tried to prop up her body again, when there was a slight cracking sound from behind, a hand stretched out from the black mist, and penetrated the saint's blood-stained abdomen.

The sound of internal organs being stirred sounded in the temple. The saint's eyes widened but she couldn't make a sound. She held the hand behind her with all her strength, but was pushed down to the ground.

Holding the godhead emitting white light in the palm of her hand, the gray-haired goddess took off her hood and bowed to the embarrassed lady on the ground to salute: "Honorable lady, good night."

Lucifera stared at those bloody eyes and the lingering black smoke, and white light exploded from her body, rushing towards the goddess in front of her.

The white light was swallowed by the black smoke, and the goddess smiled and took a step forward: "I haven't introduced myself yet, the saint Lucifia of the central temple, I am the goddess Sia who came to the world with Chuxue."

"It's you in the coffin." Lucifera gasped and propped herself up, staring at the black smoke floating in the air: "These black smoke...is you, and you stole Ilin Saumir's coffin."

Xi Ya smiled: "It's not my fault, Saintess. It's just because the nobles were so useless, they were shocked by the golden bones after the flesh and blood were shaved off, and they buried the skeletons in the sarcophagus belonging to the emperor."

She squatted down slowly and looked at the saintess: "You know, if you don't shave off the flesh and grind the flesh and blood into dust at the same time, the child favored by Seiler will not be able to achieve real death."

Lucifera stared at her, and the light elements made crackling sounds around her, but every time she tried to attack the woman in front of her, she was swallowed by black smoke.

She swallowed the blood in her mouth, and said softly: "So you divided his bones into six parts and arranged them in a formation, and the knight commander was also refined into a ghoul to protect the bones..."

"The knight commander should protect their king, and I'm helping them remember their mission." Sia sneered: "You don't need to thank me, it's just a matter of little effort."

She clenched the shining half of the godhead in her hand: "This is enough as a reward. Please don't blame me for being rude, Your Excellency, after all, I just gave you back the pain that the cross pierced your body."

Lucifera suddenly waved a beam of light, but it quickly dissipated into the air.Xi Ya looked at her with pity and shook her head: "Don't struggle anymore, overuse your mana, that beautiful face will soon become old, no matter how thick the veil is, it can't hide your ugliness."

"The evil that uses the magic circle to absorb power, you are not worthy..."

"Then you, who obtained your life by sacrificing people around you, are you better than me who is dirty? Your honorable saint."

Xi Ya closed her eyes, put the godhead on her mouth, kissed it, and swallowed it. The gray-haired goddess opened her eyes until power surged through her body.

"Lucifia, you didn't disappoint me. You have accumulated half a godhead in 500 years, and you didn't waste the rumors I spent so much time spreading."

The saint lying on the ground stared wide-eyed, watching the gray-haired saint dig out her heart while whispering softly: "The saint who is the queen betrayed the goddess, fabricated lies for the prince, and no god descended." Without favor, it's just an illusion that confuses the world."

The warm heart that originally belonged to the dragon knight was thrown to the ground.

The goddess who was about to leave wrapped in black smoke kindly reminded: "Honorable saint, this is the heart of Dragon Knight."

As soon as the voice fell, the black smoke cleared, and the goddess disappeared. Only the saint who was lying in a pool of blood at the feet of the goddess was left.