My name is Ren

In Chapter 138, the chapter name of the last chapter is missing an auxiliary word, because it is too long, it can only be subtracted, and this chapter is added, ah...

Under Angelo's coercion and lure, people who had more or less influence in the city of Vernier chose to stand in line again, and Angelo's face became more and more smiling.It is no longer the period of the Holy Empire, and it is precisely because of the collapse of the Holy Empire that the nobles understand that even the lords cannot cover the sky with one hand.Thinking that it would not be long before Xiao En, an increasingly dangerous factor, could be removed from his territory, Angelo's mood was extraordinarily bright, just like the blue sky at this moment.

The number of refugees gradually decreased following the empire's disaster relief measures, and the city returned to calm. Although some refugees remained in Venere and did not leave, they did not affect the appearance of the city.At least when you go out, you can't see the refugees who crowded the streets, exuding stench and corruption, and half-clothed.A small number of refugees can promote the development of the city. Angelo still understands this. These people will fill the bottom of the society to engage in low-paying jobs that no one wants to do, and they can easily gain the recognition of the common people. Good thing for Neil.

In order to minimize Sean's influence, Angelo chose to walk when he went out today.He thought of his father, a wise, mature gentleman, nobleman.He told Angelo that if you want the people to love you, then you must maintain a certain exposure rate, and then do something that can be flattering and please the people.The sympathy and gifts of the nobles can make the common people grateful, and they can get unimaginable hearts without much effort.

He didn't think he was smarter than the deceased old nobleman, so he wouldn't come up with some ideas that seemed stupid.

"master……"

"Master Angelo..."

With a reserved smile on his face, Angelo walked down the street with four guards behind him.From time to time, he waved to the crowd, or nodded slightly, causing passers-by to stop and look sideways, and took off their hats to salute.At the end of the street, two refugees sat in the sewage.One looked five or sixty years old, with wrinkles on his face that would kill a fly.There is also a little girl who is only eleven or twelve years old and has unkempt hair.Looking at the desperate eyes of the old man and the curious eyes of the little girl, Angelo paused and stopped.

"Is it a new refugee? I remember that there is a porridge shed in the city?" Angelo turned sideways and asked a guard beside him in a low voice.

The guard immediately moved to the side of the two, squatted down, and wrinkled his nose slightly, obviously unable to bear the smell from the two of them.He chatted with this pair of grandparents and grandchildren, and then trotted back to report to Angelo, "My lord, they came from Gangji. The family members died in the rain, and they have nothing. I am full of despair for the future." The last sentence was added by the guard himself, and people are like this, they always like to add their own opinions to something subjectively.

Angelo nodded, took out a handful of silver coins from his pocket, walked up to the grandparents and grandchildren, and threw the silver coins over.

The silver coins fluttering in the air reflected the dazzling luster of the sun, leaving dazzling light marks in everyone's sight, and finally landed on the old man.The old man's cloudy eyes were wide open, and he touched the silver coin on his stomach with trembling hands in disbelief. His desperate eyes were filled with tears of excitement. He folded his hands together and held the silver coin in his palm. Nodding, "Thank you, thank you for the reward, master. There are too many, thank you so much, may the God of Light bless you..." The old man suddenly thought of something, put the silver coins into his pocket, and then tore off the silver coins hidden in his clothes. The pendant inside, an exquisite silver cross, seems to have a little background.

The old man held the cross in both hands and raised it high, "This is a precious ornament left by my ancestors. My ancestors were the Templars of the church. This is his personal item. I am here today, and I will dedicate it to you, my lord." .”

Angelo's originally frowned eyebrows suddenly relaxed. He himself was not a believer in the church, and he never believed in that thing, but this did not prevent his wife from being a believer.His wife was not in Vernier, but stayed in the fancy world of the imperial capital. She didn't like this rural place.In fact, Angelo doesn't like it either, but there are always people here. Every year, he chooses to go to the imperial capital to stay for two or three months as a reward for his hard work.

After solving Sean's matter this time, he will also leave immediately to relax.Just in time, this cross will definitely make my wife very happy. After all, it is an antique from a long time ago, or a pendant of the Templar Knights.

He hesitated for a moment whether he should put on the gloves, but in the end reason prevailed.The moment he reached out to grab the cross, the old man's hand shook, and the cross slipped from his palm and fell into the sewage.Angelo was a little annoyed. Seeing the old man groping his hands in the sewage, he felt sick.

However, in a short moment, when a cold light broke through the sewage, the little girl in the old man's arms rushed towards Angelo with a sly smile. Much bigger than she looks.In an instant, both legs were coiled by the "little girl", and the dagger in the old man's hand quickly stabbed at Angelo. When the tragedy was about to happen, a breeze blew by, and *the old man's movements stopped suddenly. It seemed that eternity was left on him.

"Hurry up and stab!", the "little girl" let out a shrill cry, assassinating a nobleman is no joke, and they mustered up a lot of courage to take on the job.

The old man still did the same action, holding the dagger tightly in his hand, only a foot away from Angelo's crotch, it seemed that as long as he stabbed forward, Angelo's blood would be spilled on the spot in a second.However, the distance of this foot seems to be eternity.

A thin red line suddenly appeared on the old man's neck. The red line became thicker and thicker. I don't know if it took a few seconds or a few minutes. It was three or four meters long, and it splashed more than ten meters away against the wind.

The "little girl" froze for a moment, trembled all over, let go of Angelo's legs, used both hands and feet, and ran on the ground as fast as a dog.But no matter how fast she ran, she couldn't run against the wind.

"Listen, the sound of the wind!"

There was a murmur in the ear, and the "little girl" immediately felt that she was surrounded by a strong murderous intent, and goose bumps all over her body.She worked even harder and ran wildly.But at the next moment, she leaned forward, lost her center of gravity and fell to the ground. Under the action of inertia, she rolled a few times before bouncing up, and landed heavily on the ground.

Her hands and feet were cut off, and the blood drew an inexplicable and palpitating pattern on the ground. The "little girl" struggled to get up in horror, and wanted to leave but couldn't.Her face was pale, and her head was cut off with a miserable laugh.When her head flew up and her eyes began to twitch, regret flooded her mind for the first time.

I really shouldn't have taken this job in the first place.

The titled sword master standing next to the girl's body sneered disdainfully. An opponent of this level is like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered, unable to raise his fighting spirit at all.His title is Blade of Light, and what he is best at is speed. Among the sixth-level titled sword masters, his combat power is not at the top, at least between the first and second ranks. The batch that could become iconic.

Angelo's face was livid at this time, so don't guess what he knew, it must be Xiao En's hands. At the moment when his life was in danger, he felt a urge to urinate straight to the top of his head.Although he didn't urinate completely, he missed some, which made him feel extra ashamed, and what made him even more crazy was the uncertainty of his own life and Sean's presumptuousness.

Looking at the headless corpse in front of him, he finally came to his senses and kicked the old man's corpse a few times to vent his hatred.However, at this moment, there were three buzzing sounds, and three crossbow arrows coming from different directions tore through the wind barrier, shooting at Angelo with a slight whistling sound.Angelo was completely stupid. Where had he experienced such an assassination?You must know that the assassination of nobles will provoke the hatred of the entire noble class, and few people will do this.

Blade of Light heard the sound when the spring was pulled, and he started running back at that moment, his feet were as fast as phantoms, and they were already blurred.He first slapped away one arrow with the face of the sword, and then threw the long sword in his hand, a few sparks burst into the air with a bang, blocking the second arrow.But the third one happened to be blocked by Angelo. At this moment, he couldn't think about it anymore. The Blade of Light rolled around Angelo for half a circle, using his body to protect him.

With a muffled sound, an all-steel crossbow arrow, less than half a foot long, almost completely shot into the body of Lightning Blade.He coughed up a few mouthfuls of blood, pushed and pushed Angelo towards the building physics on the side of the road, and said while running, "Your Excellency, please hide first, there must be assassins outside." After speaking, he told the other guards Said: "One of you goes to the security team to call someone, and the other two immediately leave the city to let all the infantry outside the city enter the city. Xiao En is about to rebel []."

He was very clear that the target of these assassins was Angelo, not anyone else, and these assassins might not assassinate other irrelevant people.After he arranged everything, he immediately entered the room, closed the windows and the door, pushed Angelo to the corner, and covered it with a table.

He coughed up a few more mouthfuls of blood, and every time he took a breath, his chest would feel a burning pain. He knew that if he couldn't get rid of the assassin as soon as possible and receive treatment, he might not be able to get out of this residential area.

(End of this chapter)