Chapter 1,472 12 Years Later

It was a summer night in the year 748 of the Aramaic calendar.

A subsidiary country of the Haider Empire, the Country of Silk, Mulberry Garden.

For an empire that spans the north and south of the Midi equator, the Kingdom of Silk is located in a hilly area to the north. So even in summer, the climate is still cooler and not as hot as in the plains. And this is also the basis for planting mulberry and raising silkworms in the country of silk.

The Mulberry Garden was the place where mulberry trees were planted when the Kingdom of Silk was first established. All silk-making processes are also concentrated in nearby houses.

However, with the development up to now, when almost all the people in the country of silk grow mulberry, raise silkworms and reel silk, the mulberry garden has become a centralized processing place for weaving raw silk into cloth. A small area is used for other operations, including dyeing the woven cloth and tailoring it into clothes.

Today, there is a large enclosed room in the mulberry garden, where celebrations are taking place in full swing. On the side are several huge machines that are obviously not consistent with the style of the Kingdom of Silk, connected to pipes as thick as arms, used to transport magical power.

But the machine is not running now, and everyone is celebrating around a square handkerchief that has just been woven with patterns of flowers, birds, wind and moon.

Some of the people celebrating were wearing Hanfu and some were wearing kimono. The bloodline of the Kingdom of Silk has actually been integrated into the part that belongs to the Lost Land, but in terms of tradition, there are still many people who insist on things passed down by their ancestors.

Among such a group of people who had a very different style from those in Midland, there were three people dressed as magicians standing by the wall, quietly watching the celebrations of others.

The three of them don't look much alike, but they are indeed three brothers. The most powerful one was the boss, whose roused muscles bulged out the already very large robe. If he hadn't been wearing a magician's shawl and had two silver threads on his chest, no one would have doubted that he was a berserker.

The other brother is not as tall as the eldest brother, but he is also a muscular figure. He also has a magician's shawl and two silver strings, but the iron staff in his hand is not so much a magic staff. It may be used to hit people directly, and the damage will be relatively high.

The youngest is the third child. Compared to the two eldest brothers, this younger brother looks more normal. The only thing that stood out was that the magician's cape on his body was tied with golden tassels. This means that he is officially a magician, not an apprentice of Silver Spike.

The common feature of the three brothers is that their skin seems to be in a state of dryness for a long time, and the degree of dryness and cracking is very serious. There are also one to three horns on the head, which is an obvious abyssal feature.

If one of the parents of a person with such characteristics is not a demon, then they were contaminated by extremely high concentrations of abyssal aura when they were in the womb, or during the most important growth period of their childhood.

The three brothers could not confirm the condition of the former. Because since they were sensible, they have never seen a creature that looks like their 'parents'.

The latter is perfectly normal for children like them who come from street backgrounds. In addition to the abyssal aura brought by magic weapons, such miasma will also naturally occur in some dark, dark and dirty corners, contaminating the children living there.

The three are brothers Bobosha, Boboluo and Bobosha. They were here for a sum of money, an amount of money they had never seen before.

But it’s hard to get such money. At least the way the people from the Kingdom of Silk looked at the three brothers could not be called friendly.

Among the three brothers, Bobosha, the youngest, has always been the leader. After drinking a few glasses of white wine, which had no other sensation than spiciness, he took his two eldest brothers and walked outside to the courtyard.

Compared to the hot atmosphere inside the house, in order to maintain confidentiality, the house is sealed very well, so people outside cannot detect the movement inside the house. Moreover, Midi didn't have the habit of lighting up street lights, so the three brothers just walked in the dark environment.

Suddenly Bobosha, who was taking the lead, stopped and looked up at the corner that was as black as thick ink and completely untouched by moonlight and starlight. Said: "Ezio, it's you. Mr. finally sent you to kill us. No need to hide, come out."

Bobosha said so, but no one came out of the dark corner, and there was no movement at all.

After a while, the eldest brother Bobosha said: "Brother, do you really think that Mr. will send Ezio to kill us? These days, you will say this almost every few days when there are few people. In fact, what do you mean? I haven’t discovered it either.”

Bobosha breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Ezio is someone who has a way to discuss how to hide himself with Sister Kaya and play hide-and-seek with his husband. Maybe you don't know, but even the Demon Prince Azad once Taught him. No matter how much I value him..."

"No, no, no! Azad is not teaching me, he is serious about killing me. It is not easy to escape from him."

The voice that interrupted Bobosha was a young man hiding in the darkness. Unlike what most people think, he wears all black night clothes. Instead, he put on a striking white trousers with red lines, calfskin boots, a single shawl, and a hood that almost covered his face.

But for such a big living person, no one noticed his existence until he took the initiative to show up and speak out.

Ezio put down his hood, revealing his youthful face, but with a somewhat mature look in his eyes, looking at the "old friends" in front of him. "When you called me by name at first, I really thought you had discovered it. If Boss Xia hadn't said it, I wouldn't have thought it was just a little trick to deceive people. Really, I almost fell for it."

Seeing the person coming, the three brothers said with a bit of sourness: "Sir, did you really ask you to come and kill us?"

Ezio shook his head and said: "The old man won't care about this kind of thing. Although he is quite disappointed with what you did, it's not to the extent of assigning us to hunt you down. If you really want to do it, he will definitely do it." You will do it yourself, and you won’t borrow it from others.”

Although Ezio denied the first question, Poposa still did not relax his vigilance. He knew very well how talented this gifted boy was. Asked: "Then why are you here...?"

"Although the old man didn't say anything, you three must give us an explanation for betraying the Brotherhood." Ezio moved his hands slightly away from his body and placed them on both sides of his thighs. He appears to be unarmed, but that doesn't mean he isn't dangerous at all.

Even people like Poposha and Popolo, who looked much stronger than Ezio, alertly added a full set of auxiliary magic to themselves in an instant. He also took out a hand crossbow from under his robe and pointed it at the incoming person.

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The hand crossbow is only about the size of a palm, about the length of a finger, and the handle takes up most of the volume. Although the short crossbow arm does not bring much lethality and long range, the magic effect attached to the crossbow machine still increases the power of this hand crossbow to the normal level.

And in order to enhance the lethality, the crossbow must be quenched with poison. In the Lost Land, in order to deal with those monsters with strong vitality, all the poisons used to quench the weapons are of the blood-seal level. The kind of poison that just happens to paralyze people is worse than pepper.

Facing the hand crossbow, Ezio raised his hands exaggeratedly and took a few steps back. Said: "Hey, brother, relax. You should know that anything without tracking arrow magic will have no effect on me."

"How do you know we don't have it on our crossbow? Even if it doesn't, can't I add an extra one?" Bobosha, the only one who didn't raise the crossbow, said as he raised the magic wand in his hand to his chest.

Ezio glanced at the crossbows in the hands of the two brothers, and said: "If you are using special products, then I dare not say. But the things in the big man's hands are clearly mass products made by the Technology Guild. You Even if it can be modified, there is not much room for modification, and tracking arrows are absolutely impossible to add. Of course you can use the magic of tracking arrows now, and then you have to see who can move faster."

"Oh, is there no room for negotiation?" Bobosha asked with the last bit of luck in his heart.

"Go talk to the people you hurt when you fled. If they are willing to forgive you, that's fine with me. Oh, by the way, it seems that a few brothers and sisters have died. Then you may have to wait until you die. Ask them if they are willing to forgive you. If there really is an afterlife..."

The words of regret were cut off, like a signal to start war. Two big hand crossbows fired at the same time!

The crossbow fired flatly missed without any surprise. Ezio, who instantly disappeared from the eyes of the three brothers, jumped out from the darkness on the side like a ghost. The second oldest, Bobolo, was the first to bear the brunt.

It's just that at this time, Popolo had no time to cast other magic besides activating the existing magic protection effect.

Compared with warriors, most magicians would still be a beat slower, so they had to pick up close-quarters weapons to defend themselves. For Popolo, it is the iron rod in his hand.

In this situation where there is no decisive gap in technical proficiency and physical fitness, the quality of the weapon becomes the key to victory or defeat.

The iron rod was broken! The dagger stretched out from the sleeve of Ezio's left arm, only slightly longer than a palm, ignored the blockage of the magic shield and stabbed into Popolo's neck neatly.

As the hidden sword was drawn out, a cloud of blood sprayed into the sky. Popolo's eyes were filled with helplessness, and he pressed his hand on his neck where blood was spurting out. The magic props used for healing on the body are working, but those props cannot cure such a serious injury.

Of course, the two brothers next to him couldn't stand still, but they didn't try to save their brothers, but instead moved towards Ezio to encircle him.

If the pursuers are not dealt with first, any rescue operation may be interrupted. So the strongest Bobo Xia roared, threw away the hand crossbow that had been unstrung, and held the flail he found from somewhere in his other hand. Without much preparation, he threw the flail at Ezio's face!

Bobosha's reaction was equally quick. Having reached the level of a magician, he was not just an academic magician who had learned the seventy-two apprentice-level magics of the three rings. Coming from a street background, he has been studying instant magic from the beginning.

Although it cannot reach the level of a certain magician, using the subdimensional tower as the foundation and the programming language as the means, he can cast magic with just a thought. But Bobosha's combat routines are also quite good.

In a very short period of time when his second brother was attacked, Bobosha not only gave himself three more layers of shields, but also released two attack magics, one fire and one wind. He even chased the fireball and wind blade to kill Ezio. go. The brutal collision is performed while taking a long stride forward!