All the Handsome Deep Well Ice Like Me [Western Fantasy]

The light of the moonlight night is obscure. The only thing that can be clearly seen is the cold blade of the blade and the crimson blood flowing down the blade.

The huge sound of the fountain covered everything. The red blood dripped silently from the blade on the wooden bench. It's like a trickle. Blood overflowed from the fingers of the hand holding the blade, snaking across the back of the man's hand and wrist, finally dyeing his black cuffs into a deeper color.

"... Ai——?!"

After a brief consternation, the brain finally moved quickly. But it's not waiting for me to call the completely man's name. The man holding the knife moved. He pulled back abruptly, trying to pull out the dagger that Ace was holding.

However, he underestimated the strength of the "monster" in front of him.

As if not feeling the pain. Ace grabbed the dagger harder and pulled it back. The person standing behind the chair obviously couldn't match his strength, and fell directly losing his center of gravity.

But Ace deflected his body very slightly. When the fallen man passed by, he raised his other hand and pushed it against the man's shoulder joint.

Click.

Can't describe accurately. But I can faintly discern that it is the sound of bone dislocation.

"Gadli, don't come here yet."

Ai Siyun said lightly, and I stopped the step forward. The person with a dislocated shoulder has lost control of his opponent. The dagger slipped from the loose palm, and fell to the ground covered with stones, making a crisp clash in the sound of the rushing fountain.

In the blurry light, the brown-haired man's face calmly slashed the back of the man's neck with a knife. Even the flesh sank with great strength.

And that person was limp on the bench as expected. It's like a pool of mud hanging on the back of a chair.

"Sure."

Ace pushed the fainted man to the ground. He immediately adjusted his sitting posture and sat on the bench with his legs spread out at will. He patted the empty spot next to him with the **** hand, and said in a good mood, "It's safe now. Do you want to come over and continue?"

...Is it time to talk about this kind of thing!

I took a sharp breath. Quickly tore off the black gauze from his skirt. Although the yarn is hard and has holes, this is already the best part of my clothes to tear. You must know that the current clothes are made of a blend of "magic core silk" in pursuit of "sturdiness", and the toughness is comparable to the escape rope used for fire escape in the previous life.

The body trembled because of the death facing him. After supporting my legs until I ran to Ace, I lost consciousness and fell to the ground. At this moment, I don't care about whether the floor is dirty or not, just shaking my hands. Try to fold the black yarn.

However, no matter how many times it was repeated, it failed. At this moment, it seemed to deepen my fear. The high-decibel and fearful screams slammed through the rustling fountain, as if they were trying to tear the blurry night.

I suddenly turned my head to look in the direction of the castle, my black eyes tightened in shock. The extremely tense body pressed the vocal cords, and even my voice became hoarse and broken, "We—the castle—"

"The five of the Knights of the Round Table are all there. What are you worried about."

There is no tension in the hearty voice. Ace sighed long. Saying in a tone of complaining that it will rain tomorrow, "But I have to work overtime—"

"...This is not the time to complain about this kind of thing!"

After so long, I finally said this sentence. Sitting on the ground, I didn't stand up, just grabbed Ace's hand with a complicated expression. Ace shuddered slightly, but did not take it back.

"The injury is too deep. Let's go to the concubine to deal with it immediately."

He stamped a thick layer on the **** and terrifying wound in his heart. Although I knew there were some hindsights, I still accused, "I hope I didn't hurt my bones... Ace, you are too risky. If there is a chance, your hands will be useless!"

"If you can't hold the sword with your right hand, use your left hand. On the contrary, if you hesitated just now, you should be dead now."

Ace chuckled lightly. He straightened up on the back of the chair, then bowed his back and looked at me who was bandaging his wound, with a strange voice, "You are more worried about me than you..."

"Sure enough, Gardri is a gentle person. Haha."

I raised my head and looked at Ace with a hearty smile on my face blankly. Then he clenched his fist directly, and punched his hearty handsome face with a quick and precise punch.

Of course this is just thinking about it. I wouldn't do anything out of reason or caring for the wounded-damn it.

The canary ball ended because of this sudden riot. When Ace and I rushed to the banquet hall, it was just as Ace said. There was nothing in the banquet hall with five knights of the round table, except for some tables, chairs and food.

But there were still patches of blood on the ground.

Originally I thought these bloodstains were only left by the assassins. But the fact is far from as simple as I thought. A large emerald green magical formation was unfolding in a corner of the hall, and the concubine in a champagne dress was standing there.

The always kind woman with a smile reduced her expression, her eyes lowered, and she said nothing. The magic guide on the wrist was emitting a strong green light. One by one, the complex magical arrays were superimposed on each other, and the elements fluctuated with each other, like fluorescent green spring water, rippling in circles.

There were more than a dozen nobles seriously injured. Fortunately, the assassin only attacked with a knife. In this case, even if the throat is cut. As long as the concubine can save them in time.

That's right. Although when I was attacked, I mistaken the murder weapon for a dagger because of the blur of the night. But in fact it was just a knife for eating.

Thanks to this too. All the injuries were not serious.

Ace was rushed by me to find the concubine to treat the wound. And when the only thing I could do was done, I stood there blankly.

Without knowing what to do for a while, I subconsciously looked for that person.

Standing in the center of the hall. The king of blond hair.

He took off the white suit jacket, not knowing where it was thrown. Except for the black shirt with a few buttons unbuttoned to reveal his collarbone, he was no different from the party.

Embarrassed, nervous, hesitant.

These can't appear to him.

He just stood there calmly and calmed everyone down. The nobles dressed in costumes were surrounded by the knights, and sat slumped on the ground, cuddling each other. Although he will sob depressively, he will not lose his mind and make a loud noise.

As for Yuri standing in front of the king... why are you covered in blood!

It was completely different from Arthur who hadn't touched it at all. Yuri was stained with blood as if half of his body was splashed, but seeing his serious face and Arthur reporting something, it seemed that he was not injured, the blood was not his.

It wouldn't be unlucky to stand right next to the assassinated person and get sprayed all over.

I looked at Yuri with half of his face covered in blood with a complicated expression. At this moment, a voice came over.

"...Liche?"

It's calling my voice.

Under the light, the beautiful sapphire eyes were stunned when they saw me. Then I looked up and down carefully with some trembling, and finally when I saw the blood on the hem of my skirt, my dark blue eyes suddenly tightened.

"These are not my blood! I am not injured!"

For fear that Arthur was worried, I ran to him while shouting. And those eyes kept shrinking, moving with me. It wasn't until I stood in front of him and stared fixedly for a while that I closed tiredly.

"...It's okay. It looks like you have also been attacked."

Arthur smiled bitterly, and with his eyes closed, he rubbed the sides of his nose with his hands. He said with a smile, "Yes. If Ace can't even protect you, he can indeed die."

This kind of violent remarks really deserves to be the number one black-hearted boss in the mainland.

I murmured silently in my heart. He tore another bit of yarn and handed it to Yuri next to him. The dark blue long-haired man took it afterwards, although he didn't know why, he still thanked him.

"The conditions are not allowed. Let's wipe my face with this, Yuri." I looked at Yuri with a complicated face, with half of his face stained with blood. "Are you not injured?"

"...Ah. No." Yuri said while wiping his face fiercely with the black gauze, "A lady with a cut throat fell on me just now. I subconsciously gave her a hand. And that's it-it hurts to wipe your face."

Because this is yarn. Bad guy.

but. If that person was by Yuri's side, he wouldn't be stabbed.

After all, even without wearing a magic device, the strength of the Knights of the Round Table is first-class. As long as it is near them, even if there is a little killing intent at the moment of picking up the knife, it will be found and subdued.

I looked at Arthur. The blond Wang Xin replied eloquently, "Yes. All the assassins are not near the Knights of the Round Table."

In other words. The assassin's target was not the Knights of the Round Table, nor Arthur.

Their target is the nobility of the canaries.

"...But." The plot began to develop towards my inexplicably familiar reasoning. Facing Arthur and Yuri, who were looking at me at the same time, I asked the most critical question, “The Canary party gathered all the high-ranking nobles in England. The guard work is again in charge of Kathleen. How can it be possible? problem--"

"Of course there is no problem with my security job."

The sound of a female voice frightened me. I lowered my head. I saw Catherine who didn't know when she was standing next to me. The lovely face of Loli was cast with heavy shadows at this time, and it was obvious that Catherine was in a bad mood, "I have asked. These people are all of the Canary's side. That is to say, they were killed by the golden silk. The birds brought them to the party."

I was stunned. In this case. Can't really check it out.

Catherine looked at Arthur, "All the assassins were knocked out. All are alive."

"Okay." Arthur looked at Ace, who was being treated by Catherine not far away, with his usual expression. "Ace. It's overtime."

"Are there bonuses—"

"Yes. If you didn't cause trouble."

Isn’t that gone?

I rubbed my temples with a headache. Will Ace interrogate the most important clue? It feels really unreliable.

"There is no problem with Ace's words. The problem is."

The dark blue eyes droop slightly. Arthur stretched his hand through the golden hair and gently touched the pendant on his ear with his fingertips.

"Why didn't the dragon's eye sense it."

"...?!"

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It seems that everyone has forgotten that we are a serious drama with a serious main line (although the main line has a really low sense of existence)

In the end, there is a boss, he also appeared

Of course, the reason for the trouble cannot be to dominate the world or something. Don't worry about this.

I won't be spoiled! ! ! [Hoarseness]

Longan has not been shut down. As long as Arthur could hear the voices of everyone present, there was nothing unusual for so long. Moreover, longan can see through the essence of human beings, even if you don't want to be unruly, Arthur will find out. So Arthur was very puzzled.

This essay is a rigorous Western fantasy essay for Otome with a non-traditional RPG suspense plot. (No problem)

[Written by Wan Xiang, I am exhausted physically and mentally... This is over, it is estimated that I will write a 10w short Western Fantasy to adjust it]

[Then go to another million-word script with my old sword]