My name is Ren

Chapter 238 The more powerful the person, the more zero tolerance for provocation, otherwise more people will stand up

The human body is a very amazing thing.

The brain controls people's emotions and actions, which can be said to be the headquarters of the entire body, but sometimes some actions can be naturally mapped out without the consent of the brain.For example, when you are walking at night and suddenly someone taps your shoulder, your brain will not force you to turn your head to see whether the guy behind you is a human or a ghost, and then react differently depending on whether it is a human or a ghost, but just tremble .

When Bolson saw a figure in front of him rushing towards him suddenly, when he saw that figure stretched out an arm, his brain did not have time to process the simple but complex information, his body subconsciously acted made the most appropriate action.He fell back sharply and curled up his body.The steel thorn pierced his shoulder, but it didn't hit his head as the young man expected.

When the young man drew out the steel thorn and was about to stab again, Bolson had already fallen to the ground, scrambling and scrambling to hide aside in embarrassment.The crowd suddenly became chaotic. The young man had just walked a few steps and wanted to chase after him, but some daredevil bumped into him from behind, causing him to lose his balance.He staggered forward a few steps before regaining his balance. He looked at Bolson with a shameful look, who was already farther away from him—Bolson had turned over and got up and ran all the way into the crowd !

The young man stomped his feet and chased a few steps towards the figure in the distance, but the guards in the lord's mansion had already surrounded him, and the leader was a fat man.His mouth was greasy, and his swollen mouth was still chewing constantly, meat crumbs kept falling out of his mouth, his small eyes were shining fiercely, and he actually held a two-handed heavy hammer in one hand.Good guy, those things are equipped for strong and heavy soldiers, and those guys need at least two hands to swing them. This fat man can hold them with one hand. It seems that it is not enough for him. What kind of.

The young man's face froze, and a look of despair finally appeared in his eyes.He grabbed the hem of his clothes and lifted it vigorously, and a set of black robes covered him!

It turned out to be a black priest!

The fat man was stunned for a moment, his legs were separated and bent, and his figure suddenly jumped, and he jumped over directly.The young black priest suddenly felt something bad in his heart, and immediately cast out a curse of slowness, but what he didn't expect was that the fat man's body flashed with white light, and the curse actually failed.

He is a member of the Light God Sect!
The mood of the black priest at this time is the same as that of the fat man just now, both startled and angry. The two have been sworn enemies throughout history, and their hatred can almost be traced back to the time of the ancient gods.It is said that the God of Darkness that the Black Priests believe in once had a conflict with the God of Light of the Light God Sect. In the end, the God of Darkness was sealed and the God of Light disappeared.Both sides believed that the other party had harmed the gods they believed in. Since then, countless years of hostility and fighting have made the deep blood feud between them deeper and deeper, and it has long been impossible to resolve it.

The young black priest knew that the curse was ineffective, and the opponent's strength must be superior to his own, so he immediately turned around and ran away without the slightest hesitation.Compared to the apostles who fought until the last moment and didn't know how to adapt, the black priests were obviously more flexible and cunning.At the moment when he ran less than ten steps, the whole ground suddenly trembled violently, as if being affected by an earthquake, a wave of air hit from behind in an instant, pushing the black priest forward several times in a row step.

He looked back and ran even faster.The fat man was standing where he was standing before, the stone floor was torn apart and sunk deeply, the fat man had a forlorn look on his face, and he turned around holding the hammer.The young black priest showed his strength. He had cursed these guests who were running around before, but now he was grateful that they had become obstacles, preventing the fat man from running at full speed.He wouldn't think that the opponent's body was special, so he couldn't run. All the people who could become the Holy Cult's armed force, even if it was just a small soldier, were selected through thousands of selections.

One chased and the other ran, and the two quickly escaped from the crowd like a group of headless flies, and disappeared outside the lord's mansion.

And Bolson also ran back to the Lord's Mansion, plunged into the study with a pale face, and flipped a somewhat old hard-covered book on the shelf, and the entire bookcase moved slowly and quickly to one side.He dived in, turned on the switch again, and the bookcase quickly closed again.

This is a small secret room, the space is not big, only about ten square meters, there is a bed and a table, and some supplies enough to last for several days.Once the mechanism is closed from the inside, the bookcase cannot be opened from the outside. Here, he is absolutely safe.

Feeling a little more at ease, he took off his blood-stained coat, grinned and touched the wound on his shoulder. Fortunately, the wound was not deep, did not hurt the heart and lungs, it was just a flesh wound, and there was not much bleeding at this time.He sat on the bed, sighed silently in his eyes, and at the same time he felt a lingering fear in his heart, a strong killing intent began to ferment.

He knew very well that such an assassination was obviously aimed at today's marriage proposal ceremony, and the purpose was to get rid of him.Once he died, Vigros would quickly take over the territory, and Ren's plan would fail.

It's really vicious, these nobles, completely ignoring the constraints of the empire's laws for their own interests, wantonly assassinated people in power like him in public.Nobles, indeed, are cancerous!He took a breath, and his hatred for the nobles increased by two points.

A ray of hatred flashed in my eyes, you don't want to see me marrying Mirona, I just want to make it happen!
After being frightened and injured again, he quickly fell asleep in a closed environment, and was awakened by the pain from his deep sleep until the next morning.When he got up, he was covered in sticky sweat, and the sheets became damp.He walked to the edge of the table and sat down, and lifted a round copper plate that was like an ornament on the wall, revealing a copper pipe.The copper pipe connects two places, one is the butler's bedroom, and the other is the room where the butler handles things.

"Is anyone there?" he asked.

A pleasantly surprised voice came from the microphone immediately, "Is it the Lord of the City? God bless you, the chief guard has expelled the assassins, and now the area around the Lord's Mansion is under martial law, you can come out."

Borson didn't dare to risk his own life, he ordered: "Let the chief guard come to the study, knock on the bookcase, and find a priest."

"Are you injured? I'll do it right away."

Soon, there was a slight knock on the door of the secret room. Bolson simply put on his clothes and pulled the switch, and the door quickly moved aside.He squinted his eyes slightly, the sunlight coming in from the study window made him feel extra glaring, he squinted his eyes and saw the butler and the fat head guard in the study, and he breathed a sigh of relief.He walked out of the secret room with some self-mockery, and slumped on the chair, "Where's the pastor?"

"It's just outside the door, my lord." The butler looked at Bolson worriedly, "Your injury..."

What he meant was simple, would the injury worsen after one night?
Bolson waved his hand, "It's okay, let him in." He looked at his chief guard, who was also one of the leaders of the Templar Order, and thanked him sincerely: "If it wasn't for your help , Maybe I’m already dead, please accept my most sincere thanks.” He stood up while leaning on the handrails, bowed deeply, and the head of the fat man held his arm with a smile, and didn’t let him bend down , helped him to sit down again.

He said: "This is what I should do. Lord Renn said that I should guarantee your safety. I have already failed my duty. How can I still accept your apology? It should be me who apologized." Although he said He said nice words, but he didn't seem to want to apologize at all.

These people in the Holy Church are just like nobles who are hostile to them. They are also hostile to nobles and the privileged class. His willingness to obey Ren's orders does not mean that Ren's subordinates can also order him or make him bow his head .

At this moment, Borson didn't care about these things. The pastor who came in hurriedly was slightly taken aback when he saw the fat man, and immediately crossed himself on his chest and said two prayers.The fat man nodded slightly, then stood aside.The pastor walked up to Bolson and took off the clothes that had been glued to the wound on his body. Bleeding sprang from the cracked wound again. The pastor heaved a sigh of relief and raised his hand to heal twice. The wound slowed down at a speed visible to the naked eye. begins to heal.

After thanking the pastor for his help repeatedly, he presented a gold coin, but the pastor did not stay here, and left immediately.

Bolson looked at the butler and asked, "Have you found out who ordered it?"

The butler shook his head with an ugly expression, "The assassin has already escaped, there is no redundant evidence, everyone is suspicious, especially those people."

Borson squinted his eyes and thought for a while, and then said, "Have you communicated to Mr. Ren about what happened yesterday?" The butler nodded, "What instructions does Mr. Ren have?"

The corner of the butler's eyes twitched, and a trace of panic flashed in the depths of his eyes, "Master Ren said... clear out all suspicious objects, and ensure that the situation in Venier is stabilized before the imperial mission arrives."

Bolson was assassinated, and Ren must ask why it happened. If his actions made Venier angry, then Ren would not say anything. Whoever did the evil himself will do it himself. bear.But Bolson was assassinated in order to complete the task he assigned, so he must support Bolson to take revenge.

The more powerful the force, the less it can accept provocations of any nature and form, and it even has to retaliate against all provocateurs in a more tragic way to maintain its majesty and not be offended.

(End of this chapter)