Chapter 47: Song of The Wind (6)

Chapter 47: Song of The Wind (6)

Tang Cuo felt that the world really had a grudge on him.

Tassel Earring seemed to have only noticed his state now. His gaze fell on Tang Cuos sword and the face hidden under the mask seemed to be stunned for a second: Oh, so you are The White Knights child. What will happen if I kill you now? It must be very interesting.

Tang Cuo leaned on his sword and stared at Tassel Earring without saying a word.

Tassel Earring continued: Killing you is much more interesting than killing the Grand Duke. I think the Grand Duke would rather have himself dead than you.

Tang Cuo understood what he meant.

Flange was only a principality under the ruling of the Kingdom of Hundred Flowers. If Theodore died here, his family would definitely hold the royal family of Flange accountable. Furthermore, this box was given as a thank you gift from the Grand Duke, and the person that was the original target of the assassination was also the Grand Duke.

That surely was an exciting plan.

Tang Cuo became even more curious about this persons relationship with the Rose Sect. He was so powerful, so if he were the one to take down the Grand Duke, they would never have had a chance to save anyone.

Perhaps the intent behind his eyes was so obvious that Tassel Earring suddenly smiled: I love your eyes. Theyre very similar to your brother.

But the way he expressed his affection was killing off Tang Cuo.

Another powerful magic attack struck but Tang Cuo couldnt dodge this time, so he had to shield himself with the [Sword of Judgment]. With that, he spit out another mouthful of blood and his whole body felt like it had been crushed.

Cough, cough He knelt on one knee, both his hands shaking as they tried to lean on the sword.

Jin Cheng wanted to make a move, but his Skills and Inventory Bar had been entirely greyed out. As soon as his hand touched the harps strings, Tassel Earring stared back at him.

If I were you, I wouldnt move.

Jin Cheng: Maybe we can come to an agreement?

Tassel Earring: Do you think you have anything you can offer to me?

Jin Cheng: Lets look at what you want.

Tassel Earring tilted his head and thought about it. For a long moment, no answer came out, yet the tip of the umbrella was raised and pointed at Tang Cuo.

His life was hanging by a really thin thread now.

The air surrounding him seemed to be compressed into a square inch. Not that it made him unable to breathe, but the air completely blocked his trachea and continued to spread, squeezing out his blood flow and making his brain unable to think clearly.

The girl at the service counter tremblingly covered her mouth and didnt dare to make a sound. The other people who were cleared away from the magic circle by Jin Cheng also seemed to be caught in their necks, each of them freezing on the spot like a fish stunned on a cutting board.

As a drop of cold sweat slipped down Tang Cuos forehead, he intuitively felt that Jin Chengs negotiation might not work. Sure enough, Tassel Earring looked over again and said: For now, killing a descendant of The White Knight is more interesting to me.

Tassel Earring smiled, but Tang Cuos heart sank into a bottomless abyss.

However, neither Tang Cuo nor Jin Cheng was the type who gave up easily. Always dancing around death and succumbing to fate were two completely different things.

Tang Cuo still stared at Tassel Earring with Theodores eyes that carried the exact same persistence as his own eyes, even though Theodores didnt have the same deep shade of black.

Under the consistent threat of the umbrella tip, Tang Cuos right hand that was holding the hilt quietly slipped down and the sharp blade cut his palm. His blood streamed down instantly.

This was a gamble.

In all fantasy tales, regardless whether they originated from the East or the West, blood was one of the important channels through which the most formidable power could be summoned.

What effect would Theodores blood have on the [Sword of Judgment]?

Tang Cuo didnt know, but he was willing to gamble.

As the blood slid down the [Sword of Judgment], Tassel Earring raised his eyebrows and his mouth opened to form a single syllable, then a wave of magic energy as colourful as a kaleidoscope gathered at the tip of the umbrella.

In the next instant, a flood of magic swept towards Tang Cuo.

Jin Cheng also moved at this point.

His fingers quickly tugged at the strings and the sound wave attack that originally came from his bowstrings was forcibly called out on this harp. Ting Amid the sound of the harp, the strings made of incredibly sharp Spiders Silk cut his fingertip.

A bead of blood splashed and was shattered by the sound waves.

The powerful sound waves collided with the magic energy like a wind scattering away the last lights of a descending sun. It was a stunning sight to the eyes, but the sudden burst of energy shocked all the people at the scene and caused them to spurt out blood.

Boom! The ground cracked inch by inch, and the golden arrays of the magic circle flickered chaotically and took in most of the impact, but it seemed that it was impossible to hold off the whole attack.

Tang Cuo gritted his teeth.

He forcefully stabbed the [Sword of Judgment] into the ground and held himself to stand firmly on the spot. Simultaneously, he clutched the blade tightly, his blood almost dying the silver sword scarlet.

Ting Another sound wave came as the harp produced another note.

Instead of rushing towards Tang Cuo, Jin Cheng himself charged at Tassel Earring. The moment he got closer, he neatly bent down and pulled out a short dagger from his boots. A cold light suddenly glimmered and the dagger flew through the air.

All of this happened in just three seconds.

Aesop The Rebel.

Jin Cheng rolled his eyes and asked: Is he famous? I just came from the Kingdom Hidden In The Moonlight and I dont think Ive heard of this name.

Celtic wasnt Roger Reeds, so he didnt think much. Instead, when he heard Kingdom Hidden In The Moonlight, his expression was intrigued: Ive been in Flange for many years, yet Ive rarely seen people from the Kingdom Hidden In The Moonlight. The place is so far away, so its expected that you never heard about Aesop. He was originally a prince and had a high status, but somehow he joined the Rose Sect and became the incarnation of evil. Aesop The Rebel is famous and was comparable to His Excellency Roger Reeds in terms of strength. If you cross paths with him again in the future, you have to be careful.

By this time, the potion had already taken effect and Tang Cuo got back his mobility, but his injury was still not healed. He stood up and said to Celtic: The box was sent by the Grand Duke. We should notify the palace of this matter immediately.

Celtic patted his head: Look at me, how could I forget such an important thing?!

After that, Celtic went to do the task right away. Tang Cuo and Jin Cheng exchanged glances, and as soon as no one else came to talk to them, they immediately left the office and headed to the White Leaf District according to the mission instructions.

In the middle of their trip, Tang Cuo changed his clothes again. As he was injured from time to time and the frequency of his clothes being destroyed was too high, he simply prepared two more sets.

Aesop and The Red Priest are the same group of people, but their courses of action are different. I think theyre not working closely together. Tang Cuo said as he walked.

Why do you say so? Jin Cheng said.

Assuming that Aesop is Dr. Albert, then hes been lurking in the inner city for so long. With his strength, it isnt impossible to directly break into the palace. Meanwhile, the assassins spent so much energy yet still failed, and Dr. Albert wasnt at home at that moment.

Aesop and The Red Priest, which one is stronger?

Aesop.

Tang Cuo judged only by intuition, but he was very certain. The Red Priest seemed very powerful with his rose bombs and could escape from Roger Reeds, but Aesop felt exceedingly more terrifying. He could completely crush others using only a magic puppet, with a force so overwhelming that any layman wouldnt know how to resist.

Jin Cheng said: Aesop really looks like he isnt part of the Rose Sect. Whether its his dressing style or his behaviour, there isnt anything similar to the group of assassins earlier. Maybe they had some clashes? Aesop had Aesops plan, but while he was away, The Red Priest carried out his own plan. Aesop might not stand up for The Red Priest, but hes definitely angry about the secret tunnel being exposed. Thats the reason why the incident just now happened.

Tang Cuo: The problem is then: which side is Priest Peter on?

Judging from the current situation, Peter and The Red Priest should belong to the same group, but in this world, nothing could be absolute.

At the White Leaf District.

The guards had been patrolling around this district, but now that the Grand Duke was no longer here, most had followed him back to the palace and there were not many of them left. When they left the office, Tang Cuo saw Celtic urgently issuing a mission on behalf of the Greenvines Alliance All ordinary members of the Greenvines Alliance could join the search around the principality, including but not limited to the White Leaf District. Anyone who found traces of the Rose Sects magic circles would get a reward of one gold coin.

This gave Tang Cuo a new understanding of the Greenvines Alliance: It was not only powerful and packed with bounty hunters, but also exceptionally wealthy.

The two entered the White Leaf District but the main mission wasnt updated, so they decided to first check out where Lancelot and Bazz lived. According to Bazz, they should stay in a place called East Street.

Jin Cheng said: Were always bound to streets with the word East in their names.

East Street was easy to find. It was the most rented area where all the houses chaotically crowded against each other like wooden building blocks, but luckily, the place seemed rather hygienic.

Considering Bazzs enthusiasm, Jin Cheng was sure that most of the people here should know him. After talking to an unimportant-looking NPC, who was an old lady sitting by the roadside, he successfully got Bazzs address.

No. 128 East Street.

No. 128 was a building of rented flats where more than a dozen families lived. The lighting wasnt very good and the aisle was only one meter wide. With the key given by Bazz, Jin Cheng opened the door of the flat at the end of the corridor. It was a small but clean flat, with a string of tiny blue wind chimes hanging on the only window, and there was even a basic kitchen inside.

A stove, a pot and a cutting board were hung on the wall. Charcoal and various miscellaneous items were neatly piled in the corner, which made sure that the whole place wasnt messy or dirty in any way.

There was only a simple single bed in here, and Jin Cheng found a mattress that could be pulled out from under the bed. The quilt was made of many pieces of rags, but they were all cotton and soft to the touch.

Apart from that, there was no other furniture. The clothes were all stacked in a large rattan box. The box was used as a table, above which lay a broken clay pot with a few wildflowers inside. The fragrance of the flowers slightly scattered away the lingering smell of medicine in the flat.

Jin Cheng fiddled with the wildflowers and said: Bazz is indeed a very good friend.

Tang Cuo totally agreed with him, but he thought that a side mission would be triggered here. He made one round around the flat but didnt get any result. Jin Cheng gazed at his slightly pale face from time to time to make sure that he was okay. Thereafter, he stroked his stomach and said: Shall we go out to eat, or shall we cook here?

Tang Cuo turned around.

Arent you hungry?

.

You seem to have just given me a full stop.

You can see it?

Jin Cheng spread his hands, feeling that Tang Cuos expression was way too easy to read. People who couldnt see it might just be idiots.

Tang Cuo continued to be expressionless, unable to understand how Jin Cheng could always see through his mind. If it went on like this, he couldnt curse Jin Cheng secretly inside.

In the end, the two decided to go out to eat in order to not mess up the flat that Bazz had worked so hard to clean up. They even made a rarely seen kind gesture of pushing back the mattress on the floor.

Lets go. Jin Cheng dusted his hands off and stood up.

Tang Cuo was still squatting on the ground, reaching out one hand to touch the dark lines on the floor and frowning slightly.

Jin Cheng was puzzled: Whats the matter?

Tang Cuo didnt answer immediately. He quickly moved to check the floor in other spots and finally scraped off something inside a crack with his nail, then put it under his nose

The smell of blood.