Chapter 216

"Ah, ah --!!!"

The cry of tearing heart and lungs, alto Bellini, who woke up from his dream, gasped violently, the exquisite silk pajamas were soaked in cold sweat, and the constricted pupils proved that he had not recovered from his fear.

Sitting on the soft red silk velvet bed enough to lie down 20 people, the talented alchemist and the future heir of the Bellini family did not feel any safety and comfort. His trembling hands clung to the bed quilt, as if an assassin hiding a dagger was buried in this spacious and empty bedroom.

This was not the first time he had experienced assassination, but it was the first time he was so close to death - in order to protect him, or to protect his mind, alto was accompanied by at least 20 heavily armed guards all the time, each of whom was carefully selected and heavily hired by the Bellini family, and could die for him at any time.

He knew very well how much his holy blood potion would make outsiders jealous, and how many people's interests would be hurt if he succeeded, so he was not ready to be assassinated.

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

These damn mice, bitch! Let them pay the price!

The trembling right hand gently pressed on the chest, and the heart was still beating violently. Fear and anger distort the exquisite face of the gifted alchemist.

Calm down slowly. Yes, don't get excited. I'm Alto Bellini, the only heir of the Bellini family, a gifted alchemist. I made the family stand firm in the nine pointed star wizard tower again. Without me, the only thing left of this ancient surname is copper smell!

I, the gifted and incomparable Alto Bellini, is the future leader of the Bellini family and the destined new star of the nine pointed star wizard Tower!

I was born extraordinary!

With his confidence back, alto Bellini got out of bed, changed into a close fitting dark red gauze gown, and sat in front of the dressing table with his hands folded.

On the tea table beside the dresser, there are things you usually carry with you. It should have been kept by yourself, but it was too hasty that day, so the servant packed it up and put it here.

At a casual glance, his eyes stopped on a note.

The bright red blood spread at the edge of the diffused pupil, and the corners of the eyes began to twitch involuntarily, as if what was left on the note was not ink, but the trace of the devil.

Like falling into an abyss!

No, it's not fear. Alto Bellini, whose shoulders are shaking, clenches his teeth tightly. What he is under is not a spacious and comfortable recliner, but a boundless cliff!

Just looking at those lines, he felt that he had been stripped of his clothes and stood naked in the street in the south of the city, staring at him with obscene eyes by countless Dalits!

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

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

Even now, he seemed to feel a figure laughing at himself in the dark and staring at himself with disdainful eyes.

I'm Alto Bellini, the most gifted alchemist of the nine pointed star wizard tower. The Holy Blood potion is my invention and mine! It's mine!

I am its creator. All these are my research results, my hard work and I created this miracle!

No one can take it from me, no one!

Kneeling on the ground, alto hugged his head, struggling in pain, venting hysterically, shakily picked up the note, and his angry eyes could burn it to ashes.

No, you have to calm down, talented Alto Bellini. It won't help at all.

The voice in his mind recalled again and again, and the self hypnotic words made Alto gradually return to normal. On the quiet scholar like face, the trembling eyes restored the original indifference and reason.

At present, the most important thing is to eliminate all obstacles first, first find out who the owner of the note is, and then confirm their purpose and how much they know about the "truth".

Money or life, as long as you can make him seal, how much money is no problem.

wait. Alto frowned. He suddenly remembered that verlo Bellini had told him a name before. Like Isaac Grantham, the other party was a wizard from the Principality of lottel and came out of vimpal College - and had the same talent and created a spell casting method called "magic array".

In order to reconcile him with weierluo, I specially prepared an invitation for him to attend the Midsummer Festival banquet.

Could it be him?

This is only a very likely guess, but at present, any possibility can not be let go. The cold faced Alto Bellini got up from the ground and looked back at the door:

"Mentor weierluo, please come in."

As the voice fell, the closed door was opened. With a smile, weierluo walked into the bedroom with his hands on his back. His expression was gentle and full of concern: "how's the rest, alto? I heard that you were injured, but I and the rest of the family were very worried..."

Although he had tried his best to hide it, there was still a flattering look in verlow's eyes. Pretending to pose but not forgetting the groveling elders... An imperceptible sneer flashed on alto's face.

"Thank you for your concern, mentor weierluo. I'm almost fine." Alto, who also pretended to be a gesture, said sincerely, "have you caught the assassins?"

"Not yet, alas! These damn patrol guards are really useless!" said weierluo angrily: "the free parliament has to give them so much money every year, so that even a few small assassins can't be caught!"

"It's still two times that you can break into Bellini's residence - such a person is not a small assassin." calmed down, alto had no hope for the results of the patrol guard: "even if you don't catch someone, there should be some progress?"

"This..."

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

"It seems that they have found the target, but they have been killed." Alto nodded, but did not agree: "it's really unfortunate, but it's expected. Just looking at the skill of those people, it's not like they can be defeated by several mercenaries."

"It's not those people." weierluo swallowed spittle. "It's a person."

"Alone?"

"Judging from the dead body, the position of falling to the ground and the wound, they should have been killed by one person successively. The shape of the wound is not like a sword, but more like being blown up by something."

This was somewhat unexpected. Alto nodded in surprise, but he didn't take it to heart: "but I didn't come to you for the whereabouts of the assassins, but something else."

"No matter what, just say it." verlow said warmly, "the tutor will try his best to help you."

"No, it's about you, master verlow." Alto stood up with a smile. "Do you remember that you told me about the contradiction between you and a caster a few days ago, and his identity is very suspicious."

"Yes, that's right!" speaking of a black haired wizard, weierluo immediately showed a gnashing of teeth: "the rustic of lottel is definitely not a good thing. I guess he may be with those assassins!"

"After careful thinking, I don't think the family should have anything to do with such an obviously unknown person, let alone he seems to be involved with the corona family."

Ignoring weierluo's words, alto continued: "in that case, the Bellini family must not have such a potential enemy in eboden. We must find a way to get rid of him, regardless of the cost!"

"You think so too, that's great!" the sudden "surprise" made weierluo a little happy and couldn't find the North: "that's it. This kind of bumpkin with no future and two children should kill them all, and then..."

"I've finished. Now please go out."

Calmly interrupting his words, the smiling Alto Bellini sat in a chair. Obviously, he is raising his head, but his eyes are like looking down at the teacher standing in front of him, raising his hand and pointing to the door:

"Please climb... Out."

Weierluo, whose words were blocked in his mouth, looked at his apprentice, his body trembled slightly, and then bent his knees, bent down and stretched out his hand bit by bit

Like a dog, he obediently left the bedroom.