Chapter 1856

The traces of Whisper Elements on the man's body were extremely intense before contact. The level of the Relic controlling him is at least Sage-level. It is just that the characteristics of this control-type Relic seem to be reflected mainly in "concealment" rather than "reliability."

Xia De looked at the Royal Guards who had already walked over, as well as the carriage not far away, and then looked at the man who was still smiling and waving. Although he knew that doing nothing like this wouldn't lead to any major disaster in the end, safety was paramount after all:

"It is truly going to become a part of the historical process."

Inside the sleeve of his lowered right arm, a silver fountain pen that had been prepared long ago slid out. His left hand was held high, greeting the approaching carriage:

"Long live the Cavendish family, and may Duchess Miss Jia Lin Na be healthy forever!"

His voice was drowned out in the crowd and was unremarkable, just as inconspicuous as the man being controlled beside him.

The carriage drew closer and closer, and the man holding the silver fountain pen and the man with the silver fountain pen pinned to him squeezed forward together. People were cheering and celebrating, and Miss Miss Jia Lin Na's golden eyes also saw the shimmering silver fountain pen under the Sunday morning light. But then, Xia De placed his right hand on the shoulder of the man beside him:

"Puppetry."

The Whisper Elements contended with the power of the Sorcery, and eventually, the Sorcery gained the upper hand. Then, Xia De reached his right hand into his pocket, turned the steam bomb he had asked for from Princess Lei Qianya this morning from a toy into a real object, and stuffed it into the man's hand from below.

"For the glory of Xia De-erke! Remember, the person who assassinated him is the Ace—Grey Hawk!"

"Years from now, today's events will likely be called the Margare Incident. I hope the choice you made was not wrong."

Then, the blonde princess picked up the miniature handgun and, according to the plan, aimed at the window to fire, but discovered that inside there was not one person but two. However, she still followed the plan and fired a shot at the fountain pen; after the gunshot, a flower of blood exploded on the chest of the outsider, who clutched his chest and fell to the ground, then rolled violently, using his own physical strength to knock down the police and a large group of people like a bowling ball.

The Royal Guards' footsteps were orderly, and the carriage crushed the road stones that had been specially repaired before the negotiations, making a steady and rhythmic sound. The Duchess and the Southern Princess in the carriage were so charming in the sunlight, and the sunlight reflected by the cap of the silver fountain pen on the side of the road was so dazzling.

The muzzle was aimed at the soft and startled face of Megan Cavendish; at the same time as the 'bang' of the gunshot, Radster hurriedly pulled Miss Wanyan's sleeve, letting her lower her head to dodge the shot.

The news that Duchess Megan and Princess Wanyan-lute had encountered an assassination in Margare City spread throughout the entire Margare region within half an hour. Subsequently, rumors of troops from the two countries exchanging fire in the border areas left the uninformed citizens confused about what had happened today and whether the era of peace was about to end because of it.

"I am always worried when others do it. I understand your concerns; I would not do things I am not sure about. Conflict will break out in the Pantanal region sooner or later; this negotiation really came at a bad time. I can only use this method to delay the time for a direct conflict between the two countries. I hope all this is useful."

"Was this Radster's idea, or Wanyan's idea? After this matter, I must let Princess Lei Qianya talk to you."

It seemed as if an endless stream of troops was rushing from the entrance of Daifulin Village toward the battlefield between the mill and the pig farm by the stream in the south. Lieutenant Green Lake no longer wanted to move; he stumbled and sat behind a haystack at the entrance of the village, touched the wound on his forehead grazed by a stray bullet, and looked toward the army doctor who was preparing to treat the group, against the backdrop of dense gunfire in the distance.

Miss Jia Lin drank the prepared potion, and Kasen removed the hands that were folded over Wanyan's chest; not even a scar was left there:

Turning his head slightly to look out the window, today's rain is really heavy.

The blonde girl said, picked up the labeled conical flask, shook it gently twice, and poured it into the steaming teacup beside her, only then turning to hand it to Miss Jia Lin.

After all, leaving these things behind might eventually become curse materials for others.

"No problem, his 【Heart of Stone】 Sorcery is quite unique. While significantly strengthening cardiopulmonary function, it makes the heart no longer a fatal part of the human body. If I hadn't seen the flesh and blood structure inside him, I would definitely have doubted whether Miss Jia Lin was really human."

Miss Jia Lin, shirtless, stroked the cat curled up on his legs:

On the third floor of the Margare Hotel, the rumbling sound produced by the rain outside the window made Duoluoqian knit her beautiful brows. She asked Miss Jia Lin, who was sitting by the bed, with some dissatisfaction:

Kasen opened the letter, then raised an eyebrow:

Blood, of course, would not make the sorceresses frown, but Duoluoqian was still dissatisfied. Little Mia lay on Miss Jia Lin's legs, looking sickly and worried. It had been curled up there ever since they performed surgery on Miss Jia Lin just now.

"Oh, what are you going to do?"

"It was my own idea; you probably only know now that the person who appeared extra at that time was me."

"【Dragon Feast Sect】 wants to contact the God-Caller for a private meeting through the Orthodox Church?"

"I have steam bombs wrapped around my body; whoever dares to move, I will perish with everyone!"

Water droplets slid down the lieutenant's cheeks. The middle-aged man, whose face looked somewhat aged for some reason, touched it and realized it was raindrops.

Pulling the trigger toward the sky, after the gunshot that seemed to shake the heavens, other scattered gunshots rang out one after another, and soon became increasingly dense with a crackling sound, followed by the first steam bomb being thrown.

"Then we shouldn't have done that. I know your actions made the plan more perfect, but..."

"I understand that the choice you made at the time was the safest, and I also know you weren't afraid of a bullet hitting your chest, but was it really necessary to let me shoot you?"

Even though it was pouring rain outside, this creased letter was not wet at all.

Screams and exclamations were endless. The man holding the steam bomb high widened his eyes and looked at his "companion," then was tackled to the ground by the fearless Royal Guards. The pile of people formed a small mountain, pressing him at the very bottom. He used his last strength to roll the steam bomb in his hand toward the crowd:

Saying this, he handed the letter to Duoluoqian. After Duoluoqian read it, she gave it to Miss Jia Lin. Miss Jia Lin browsed through it quickly and then understood why the witch was so surprised:

The carriage approached, the sunlight was just right, and the cheering startled the birds in the sky. Dark clouds pressed down, a rainstorm was coming, and the temperature on the spring afternoon made many people's palms sweaty at this moment.

"For Xia De-erke! For Xia De-erke!"

Since the Margare negotiations began, Margare City entered a state of city-wide martial law for the first time. Police and an endless stream of troops blocked every important intersection in the city, and searched for the assassin whose whereabouts were unknown after being shot in the chest in all suspicious locations.

Suddenly, a commotion came from the roadside. Two men rushed out of the police cordon. The man without a fountain pen on his chest held a steam bomb high in his left hand and pulled his front lapel with his right hand, shouting loudly:

"There's such a thing?"

He knew that a new era was probably about to come.

Duoluoqian wanted to say something else, but in the end, she just walked over to help Miss Jia Lin put on his clothes. Kasen also had nothing more to say, taking the blood-stained bandages and cotton cloth from the tray to go out and dispose of them.

The violent rain washed the entire city within half an hour. The rain soon evolved into a rainstorm, but police wearing rain capes and riding horses could still be seen on the streets.

Lieutenant Green Lake, with a cold face behind the straw pile, put down the binoculars in his hand, nodded to the soldiers behind him who had nervous and uneasy expressions, and then crossed the border line together, walking toward the mill by the river in the south of the village. Five minutes later, warning shots from the Xia De-erke side appeared from the pig farm on the other side of the river. Lieutenant Green Lake did not retreat, but held his pistol high and shouted:

He waved his hand to decline the doctor's approach, leaned against the haystack, and looked up at the sky. Dark clouds from the north pressed down, and the sky gradually turned dim until the sun could no longer be seen at all.

But she also agreed with Duoluoqian's view:

And Lieutenant Green Lake, who triggered all this, after the reinforcements arrived, led the patrol squad of only five people left, under the cover of the follow-up troops, and retreated to the entrance of Daifulin Village.

And the man with the silver fountain pen pinned to his chest took advantage of the time his companion had bought to raise his pistol toward the carriage window and shouted loudly:

"But this is too risky, Miss Jia Lin. You can't do everything yourself. Is there no one else around Megan? Are the civil servants in Deraerion's Intelligence Agency 8, except for you?"

More and more troops gathered toward the exchange of fire, and the originally quiet weekend morning in the countryside was drowned out by bullets and firelight.

Just before she walked out of the room, there was a knock on the door. The girl guarding the door opened it and handed in a letter from outside.

On the table were blood-stained cotton, bandages, and potion bottles of all sizes. Kasen was bent over, checking the recovery of Miss Jia Lin's chest. Just now, they had cut open Miss Jia Lin's heart and removed the bullet stuck inside.

Margare border, south of Daifulin Village.

As the wheels of history turn...

The man was controlled by Xia De and took off the silver fountain pen from his chest, so Miss Jia Lin hung his own silver fountain pen in his jacket pocket.

"We did not cross the border; this is Deraerion territory!"

The pattering rain soon fell. "Nine-Gun Lieutenant" Napoleon Green Lake just leaned against the haystack like that, slumped at the entrance of the village outside the battlefield, looking at the sky.

Dark clouds pressed in from the north, and shadows covered the land, as well as the chaotic streets and terrified people.

He raised his hand to stroke the 【Ring of Longevity】 on his finger, then restored the blood-stained shirt to its original appearance.

He shouted like this, but almost no one could hear his voice. The rolling steam bomb triggered even greater chaos.