Chapter 1827 Life Is in a Hurry

Is there anything more joyful than everything going well?

Naturally, while everything goes well, there are also unexpected gains.

Just like Qin Ran at this moment.

The War God Temple's move had been expected by Qin Ran.

He even knew a thing or two about the rough methods the other party would choose.

after all……

He had a reliable entourage who helped him understand the other party's entire plan, but Viscount Little was an unexpected surprise.

Kieran did not expect that the Temple of War would choose Viscount Little as the disguised target.

This is really good news for him.

If he were to attack Viscount Little, he would be too conspicuous.

But if the Temple of War takes action...

Everything becomes interesting.

Thinking of this, Qin Ran directly issued new orders to the superior evil spirits.

‘Find the real Viscount Little. ’

No more instructions.

Qin Ran knew that the superior evil spirit would understand what he meant.

As for how to find Viscount Little?

The field of vision brought by [Tracking] had already allowed him to pinpoint where the fake Viscount Little came from. The real Viscount Little would definitely be nearby.

Because the impostor did not have more time to settle Viscount Little.

As for killing Viscount Little?

What the other party is planning is not just a killing.

Or to be precise, he was the only one who was killed, and then used as a bargaining chip to trade with Viscount Little.

If he dies.

How angry will King Attendine VI be when he loses his heir?

What will the 'Snake Faction' do after losing its heir?

At that time, Viscount Little had no choice at all.

You mean explanation?

Sometimes, if explanations were useful, there wouldn't be so many killings.

The human heart is complex and cannot be looked at directly.

Therefore, when facing enemies, Qin Ran always likes to deal with them in the most direct way.

The long sword grazed Qin Ran's body.

A bright light lit up on the long sword.

The dazzling light made everyone around them subconsciously close their eyes.

Dozens of rays of sword light burst out from the sword blade, completely cutting the surrounding stone ground within a diameter of five meters into pieces, but it did not hurt Qin Ran at all. In fact, in the sight of the counterfeit holding the sword, there were even Qin Ran could not be found.

Only -

Hiss, hiss!

The snake hissed like a prelude to the appearance of death.

The air flow appeared out of thin air, rotated, and enveloped the impostor's body.

Stab!

Clothes were torn off at first, then flesh and blood, as if invisible snakes in the void were biting each other.

This feeling of being cut into pieces made the impostor cry out in pain.

"ah!"

The screams were high-pitched, but stopped abruptly.

The kick hidden in the air flow directly hit the opponent's head.

boom!

Amidst the muffled sound, the counterfeiter swayed like a drunkard. After staggering a few steps, he fell to the ground.

Scarlet blood mixed with crushed brains flowed out of the nostrils, ear holes, and eyes.

The impostor's eyes were wide open until he died.

He admitted that he underestimated the strength of the Serpent Faction's heir.

But the smile in the eyes of the snake sect heir just now?

When he was dying, the impostor looked at the 'Mingzi' he had arranged, and then he saw the smile in Gino's eyes, which was a cheerful and vengeful smile.

It's him? !

He was the one who revealed my plan!

The impostor tried to push himself up and yelled.

Unfortunately, the next moment, darkness fell forever.

The counterfeit was silent.

"Your Highness? Your Highness?"

"Are you okay?"

Monte, who had just been thrown out by Kieran, ran back at this time.

After seeing that Qin Ran was safe and sound, the close minister was relieved. Then, the close minister looked at Viscount Little's remaining entourage and bodyguards with murderous intent.

"Get 'em!"

"I want to live!"

Although this close minister wanted to chop these bastards into pieces, he had to think more about the interests of His Highness.

Maybe this is an opportunity?

Konomi was thinking.

Roget, who had already gone to check the body, confirmed his suspicion.

The other party is really not Viscount Little.

"Sean?!"

Sivalka called the other party's name accurately.

The former ‘Dark Hall’ deacon of the Temple of War frowned.

He thought about some bad rumors about the Temple of War.

Holy Inquisition!

It must be the Holy Inquisition!

Then, Sivalka looked at Kieran with worry.

With a calm expression, Qin Ran walked to the corpse, picked up the long sword in the other person's hand, turned around and walked towards the temporary residence of the 'Mist' Church.

There was no order or any further indication.

Everyone present looked at each other.

No one knew the thoughts of Etandin, the heir to the Serpent Faction.

If you encounter an assassination, shouldn't you be angry?

How could it be so peaceful?

Everyone is guessing.

But the higher-level evil spirits who know everything are busy.

Although his boss has informed it of the general scope, this is the densely populated Etantino with many buildings. Finding someone in such a place is not an easy task.

Fortunately, it's fast enough.

After traveling through the void and passing through more than twenty houses, the superior evil spirit discovered Viscount Little in the basement of a house.

Viscount Little was not in good condition at this time.

There were many wounds on his body, and although they had been bandaged, they were still bleeding.

The other person's face was pale and his forehead was hot.

The superior evil spirit appeared in front of the opponent. Viscount Little seemed to be aware of it, but he couldn't even move a finger or even open his eyelids.

The superior evil spirit couldn't help but shake his head and sigh.

It could easily tell that the viscount was ambushed by at least four people, but it was an arrow that made the viscount incapacitated.

Poisoned arrows.

It was precisely because of this arrow that the viscount became a prisoner and became so bad.

"My Lord heard 'confusion'."

"My lord heard the 'doubt'."

“I come according to the will of my Lord.”

"Relieving your 'confusion'."

"Answer your 'questions'."

The upper evil spirit spoke slowly in the form of Simon.

The voice is gentle and full of love for life.

It stretched out its finger, and a white light enveloped Viscount Little.

…

Coldness permeated the body.

Little never thought he would die in this situation.

Yes, die.

He smelled death.

The sword and knife wounds were not serious, just superficial wounds, but the poisonous arrow began to destroy his vitality.

Maybe it won't be long before I'm just a corpse.

Little thought so.

Fear and despair naturally arise from the bottom of my heart.

Who can not be afraid of death?

Little didn't know.

However, he is afraid of death.

But what frightened him even more was that his death was so obscure and so aggrieved.

What would that guy do with my appearance?

Fear and despair filled the air, and Little began to think in the last moments of his life.

Naturally, he thought of the person who had disguised himself as him.

Then?

He thought about what would happen to his family because of his death.

I thought again of His Majesty's decisiveness and ruthlessness.

There is also the Temple of War!

That's right, the Temple of War!

A trace of hatred spread from the bottom of Little's heart.

Although the previous ambush had surprised him, and the ambushers were careful enough to hide their true skills, he still discovered where these bastards were coming from.

War Temple!

Based on what happened last night, Little quickly deduced the cause and effect.

The Temple of War does not allow the emergence of a powerful royal family.

This is especially true for the royal family, which has many entanglements with demon hunters.

And him?

It's just a fish in the pond.

anger!

Not willing to give in!

It rises, but quickly disappears.

Little knew that all this was useless. It was because he failed to see the situation clearly that he fell into the situation in front of him. He couldn't blame others.

Death became the only option.

The coldness poured in like a tidal wave.

Little struggled again, but he felt more powerless.

Just when he was about to give up, a vague voice came to his ears.

The voice was vague, but it was filled with warmth.

The coldness has dissipated.

In this warmth, he unconsciously began to recall his life.

He thought about the time he passed by the girl in linen clothes when he was walking in Etantinople when he was sixteen years old.

He thought about how when he was twenty, he had to marry a woman he had never met for the benefit of his family.

He thought that at the age of twenty-two, in order to conform to the trend of the upper class in Etantinople, he started to own two QRs.

He thought of the scorn and ridicule shown by that woman when she discovered that he started to raise QR when he was twenty-three years old.

He thought of the woman who died in depression after she moved back to the family home at the age of twenty-five.

He thought of the hardships he suffered when he took QR's children back to his family when he was thirty years old.

He thought of thirty-three years old...

Life is like a lantern.

Whirling and turning.

Everything.

All become illusory.

He felt the warmth.

He seemed to be sixteen again.

He saw the girl in linen clothes again.

He burst into tears unconsciously.

He stopped unconsciously.

He opened his mouth and asked.

"Hello, I'm Little, may I know you?"

A polite greeting.

no answer.

Just the girl's smile.

In the sun, so brilliant.

Little stared blankly.

He found out what the purpose of his previous pursuit was?

Why did it take until now to find out what I want?

next moment!

Little opened his eyes.

He saw the superior evil spirit standing in front of him.

"Is everything a dream?"

Little murmured softly.

"Was it a good dream?"

The superior evil spirit asked rhetorically.

"Sweet dream?"

"Yeah, it's the best dream I've ever had."

"My heart seems... alive."

Little said, wiping the tears from the corner of his eyes, struggling to get up, kneeling on one knee in front of the superior evil spirit, and said in an unprecedented solemn tone: "Little has met the Bishop."