Chapter 872

Clodia lowered her head and moved in the direction of the Snow Mountain, her face gradually darkened, and her heart began to think one by one.

Alfonso’s Guya should have set off too

This black dragon priest will not let me go...

Volume 27, The Subversive 53 of Adventurer Competition

Half a month later, the southern port of the Austro-Hungarian Empire.

In order to avoid Alfonso's minions, Clodia is about to embark on a ship returning to the Holy Roman Empire.

However, Clodia was a little tired because of the night on the road, so he took a short rest in the tavern.

It was late at night, and there were very few guests in the tavern. There were only four people in Clodia, one of whom was the owner of the tavern.

Clodia put on a robe and lowered her hat, not wanting anyone to see herself. She lowered her head and became tired and lethargic-.

"Guest, your black coffee is ready." The tavern owner is a young woman with a friendly smile and put the black coffee in front of Clodia.

"Thank you." Clodia replied lightly. She needed to escape from Alfonso's minions without sleep, so she needed something refreshing.

"You seem very tired? Do you want to go upstairs to rest-down?" the tavern owner said worriedly.

"No, I'll leave immediately after drinking." Clodia said without looking up.

"So anxious? Where are the guests going? Maybe I can help." The tavern owner smiled kindly, looking worried about the traveler in front of him.

"No, thank you for your kindness." Clodia said coldly.

........ The tavernkeeper’s kindness was rejected, which made her feel embarrassed for a while, so she had to walk away wisely.

Seeing that there was no one around, Clodia felt a little relieved, rubbing his eyes and taking a deep breath.

She felt that [I was already very happy to escape, Alfonso’s minions should have been left behind by me...

Clodia picked up the black coffee, sniffed it habitually, staring at the black coffee and refused to drink it.

As a person who has a close relationship with the old witch Circe, Clodia used to be often exposed to various poisons. She believes it is difficult to find someone who knows pharmacy better than Circe.

As soon as he smelled the black coffee, Clodia immediately noticed that something was wrong with the smell. The coffee was obviously drugged!

-How could a serious tavern add medicine to a guest's drink?! It is very likely that Alfonso's minions have found themselves!

Thinking of this, Clodia was like falling into an ice cellar,-the chill of the femur penetrated into the bone marrow. I didn't expect that he escaped so fast and still could not completely escape the shadow of Alfonso.

Clodia silently put down the black coffee, raised his head and looked at everyone in the tavern, holding his hand on the hilt in secret.

"Guest, what's the matter with you? Why don't you drink a bite? Is it because the coffee I brewed doesn't suit your taste?" The tavern owner's face was anxious, and I didn't know that she thought she was a very responsible boss. In fact He is an assassin who eats people without spitting out bones.

Clodia was silent for a moment, then raised his head and said coldly, "Afonso asked you to wait for me here?'

The tavernkeeper's smile stiffened, and he slowly walked out, "As expected of the palace swordsman back then, the poison we put down is already very secretive, but you still noticed it.

As soon as the words fell, two other male guests in the tavern stood up, and two cold knives were slowly revealed from behind.

The three of them came rushing to Clodia. The real boss of the tavern had long since been killed. They disguised and stared at Clodia and delivered them to the door.

"..." Clodia sighed, and said helplessly, "It's really lingering, I'm also taking great pains to hunt.

"Stop talking nonsense, go to see Master Alfonso with us obediently, otherwise you don't want to leave here!" The tavernkeeper threatened coldly.

The two male assassins behind him silently clenched their short knives, and the atmosphere became depressed, as if they would fight at any time!

"You group of Alfonso minions, actually have the guts to threaten me?" Clodia raised his eyelids, with a hint of irritation in his tone.

"We heard Lord Alfonso talk about you. You were the most trusted knight next to Princess Josephine, the first swordsman in the Kingdom of Spain. On the night of the coup more than 20 years ago, you took the little Princess Diana and escaped overnight. The palace, there were countless murders on the road, even the strongest Griffin Knights in the kingdom were destroyed overnight, and the blood was stained with the moat... the tavern owner said meaningfully.

"Since you know, you dare to use such a despicable method as poison to deal with me?" Clodia's eyes faintly revealed murderous intent.

"People die for money, and birds die for food. You should know this?" The tavern owner paused and added, "Master Alfonso is not as simple as a national teacher now. He has unparalleled power and controls the kingdom. In everything, even the little king is just his puppet. Why don’t you join us-loyal to Master Alfonso, he-will definitely reuse you and give you endless glory and wealth~"

". Laugh..." Clodia sneered twice and said forcefully, "One day, I will place Alfonso's head in front of Princess Josephine's tombstone!

"You are such a stupid person." The tavern owner shook his head regretfully, and then looked grimly, "Say! Where is the little Princess Diana!? I will dedicate her to the great black dragon priest, Lord Alfonso!"

"After you fell under my sword

I can sue you...Claudia sneered, her body chilling.

"Looking for death!" The three assassins attacked at the same time, and the knife approached Clodia's throat!

This remote tavern in the southern port bursts with bright white in the middle of the night...

The sky was dark,-a group of people walked into this remote tavern.

There were three corpses lying on the ground, assassins ambushing here.

Clodia disappeared, apparently under the siege of the three, killed them backhand and left safely.

Alfonso stood in the forefront, covering his mouth and nose with a handkerchief, seeming to have a habit of cleanliness.Out

Behind him stood a group of subordinates dressed as assassins, and everyone revealed an icy atmosphere, which was no surprise to the dead.

Alfonso kept scrutinizing this place, and seeing that there was no chaos at the scene, he suddenly came to a conclusion-

The battle soon ended. The strength of the trio and Clodia was too far apart, and there was no chance to resist.

"My lord! It's all-the sword seals the throat. The opponent's sword is fast and looks very difficult to deal with." After an assassin investigated the body, he reported to Alfonso.

Alfonso frowned frequently as he watched the smell of the corpse on the ground. He knew that these three people couldn't catch Clodia at all, but he still hoped to postpone it, but the result was not satisfactory.

"My lord, do you want to hurry up and continue chasing? Maybe you can still catch it?" the assassin's men suggested.

Alfonso touched the cup of black coffee with the back of his hand, and then closed his eyes disappointedly, "No, the coffee is already cold, and Clodia has run away.

"Then...what should I do next?" the assassin's subordinate asked.

"The port here leads to the Holy Roman Empire, and all power is used to search in Rome." Alfonso was not locked, looked disgusted, and constantly rubbed the back of his hand one by one.

Damn woman, do you really think you can run away?__

If you don't hand over Diana, I'll let you die!

Volume 27, the Subversive 54 of the Adventurer Tournament (plus more)

Budapest, the richest man in the Austro-Hungarian Empire, in the dimly lit interrogation room.

There is only one table and two chairs, and there are only three people in a small space. It is empty and uncomfortable.

Only the small windows on the pale white walls, through the wisps of majesty, do not make people feel that this is a "prison"

This is a place dedicated to interrogating political prisoners, and suspicious persons will be controlled here.

The Countess Bartoli was summoned here, and she sat here upright, even if she did not sleep at night, she still maintained the grace of a lady.

The man on the opposite side was pale, and almost melted into the pale wall around him, looking sickly.

His name is Dess, the chief knight commander of the Austro-Hungarian Empire, and his status is equal to that of Masefield in Britain, and he is an honorary knight with extremely high prestige.

Dess’s extraordinary strength was highly regarded by the Austro-Hungarian emperor, and he was in charge of the guard army of the royal city.

However, Dess was in poor health and was plagued by disease. He was only in his thirties, and his appearance was already close to fifty, and he was fighting against the disease every day.

The Austro-Hungarian emperor was considerate of him, so it was not an important thing and would never send Dess to do it. After all, Dess was one of the few strong men who could shock foreign enemies.

But a series of things that happened recently made the Austro-Hungarian emperor sleepless, and always felt that the evil men of the Dark Guild would come to him.

So he had to send Dess to investigate the matter personally, but Dess summoned the Countess Battori to interrogate all night, but

There is no little fun at heart-little gain.

This made Dess feel a headache. All signs indicated that the countess in front of him was in contact with the Dark Guild. However, the other party was a nobleman and could not be tortured, so he could only keep asking-

"Countess, are you still reluctant to tell the truth? In fact, we have all the information, but your relationship with your majesty is ambiguous, and we just want to see your attitude.

"I am innocent and have nothing to do with Phoenix." Batori said proudly.

"...Nuclear cough!" Dess frowned and coughed violently, his face paler.

"My lord, do you want to rest first-go?" The knight man next to him said worriedly.

Dess waved his hand again and again, indicating that he was okay, staring at Batori and asked, "Since you said you have nothing to do with the Dark Guild, you should tell the truth more so that you can appear to have nothing to do with the Dark Guild."

"What I said is true. Why does Your Excellency Dyce always think I'm lying?" Barto replied indifferently.

"All kinds of clues point to you, and there is hard evidence." Dess suppressed the urge to cough, and said solemnly, "You are the person in charge of the adventurer competition venue. Without your permission, how did the Dark Guild people get under the ring? Built an alchemy laboratory? Don't tell me-you don't even know it.

"I really don't know. Phoenix is ​​the biggest dark organization. They have hands and eyes and they are fully capable of avoiding me and secretly built an alchemy basement." Batori paused and said earnestly, "Besides, I'm just the person in charge. I go to the Arminius Arena every day to stare at it, and I am helpless at this inexplicable stall. Your Excellency Deiss should be able to understand my feelings, right?

"Countess, you are so cunning." Dess sighed and said calmly, "Do you think that if you pretend to be pitiful in front of me, you will get my sympathy?

"That's enough...Batori sighed. "Your Excellency has been suspicious of me all night but can't produce evidence. Is it too much? Are you going to use this threat to make me succumb?

"The countess misunderstood me. You kept deceiving me with lies and made me feel very uncomfortable." Dess took out a black book from his arms and kept turning the pages, "Except for your connection with the Dark Guild, We also investigated that your entourage often enters and exits the slave market late at night and will bring slaves to your house every once in a while. This behavior is very abnormal. I would like to ask, what are you doing in private?

"...Batori subconsciously shed cold sweats, but she didn't expect Dess to find out about it. She was worried that her identity as a vampire would be exposed to everyone.