Chapter 1600 Assassination

"Don't think that I don't know the real reason why you went into the water to rescue Master Dewey and others and were in danger." The Fairy Queen said in a deep voice, "I already know about you, but I just don't tell you." "The one who towed the submarine The chains are made of fine steel, so even if they encounter a monster from the deep sea, they will not break easily, and even if they do break, the cross section will not be so smooth and flat, it is comparable to cutting with precision instruments."

She sneered a few times and continued: "Those who dare to attack Master Dewey, the Elf Queen and the President of the Rose Legion also dare to attack you, so I tell you to be careful and not to be careless."

I chuckled and said, "I know the Queen cares about me."

"I just don't want my granddaughter to be sad. If you are not Remi's fiancé, I don't care whether you live or die."

Before I could say anything, there was a click and the call was cut off.

I couldn't help but feel ashamed.

Achilles folded his arms and leaned against the tree. He kept looking at me from the corner of his eyes. When I put the communication crystal back in my pocket, he said leisurely: "In the current situation where there are no strange movements and strange tides in the dungeon, it is still necessary to travel." Being so cautious is beyond my expectation."

"There is no way. Sometimes, people's hearts are more vicious than monsters' thoughts." I sighed and said, "Monsters only kill people to satisfy their hunger or vent their anger, while humans sometimes just treat the other party as an imaginary enemy and will kill them." Killing people, once compared between the two, the monster may be cuter."

Achilles sighed deeply: "Fortunately, in my time, there were very few backstabbers."

"Stabs in the back are common in every era." I looked at Achilles and said seriously: "Just because you haven't encountered it, it doesn't mean that you don't have it."

Achilles pondered for a moment and said, "Maybe."

The two of us continued to walk forward. Perhaps because the previous topic was too heavy, no one said a word this time.

After walking for dozens of minutes, I felt a little tired, so I randomly found a place with thick grass to rest.

Sitting cross-legged, I divided the dozen or so fruits I picked into two piles, and pushed one pile to Achilles to eat.

Achilles was not polite, picked up one, wiped it twice, threw it into his mouth, and started chewing.

I grinned and said, "The way you eat is really rude."

Achilles didn't mind and said: "The habits formed during the war can no longer be changed."

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly frowned and said bitterly, "What kind of fruit is this? Why is it so sour?"

I shrugged and said, "I don't know the name of this fruit, but I do know that its flesh is very sweet, but its core is sour to the teeth. My subordinate, that boss Ren, often uses the fruit." The juice extracted from the core was used as a method of torture."

After Achilles spit out all the core and pulp in his mouth, he frowned and said, "Are you asking about the method of punishment?"

"Yes," I said, "after all, not everyone is willing to answer questions honestly."

"Aren't you afraid of being held accountable by Her Majesty the Fairy Queen for doing this?" Achilles said seriously: "After all, among your powers, you are not responsible for punishment."

"Oh?" I smiled slightly and asked, "How do you know that I am not in charge of punishment?"

"Because you are a foreigner, foreigners are not allowed to have the right to directly control punishments," Achilles said: "This was true in my time, and it must be the same in this era."

"You are quite knowledgeable about politics," I praised. "You are right. I do not have the right to control and exercise punishment, but this does not mean that I do not have the right to self-defense."

"Justifiable defense?" Achilles asked confused.

"That's right," I said, "Most of the people I tortured were murderers who threatened my life and the safety of my family. The reason why I tortured them was only for the safety of my family. This is completely a form of self-defense. It is completely different from the so-called punishment.”

"But they use the same method," Achilles emphasized.

"Mean, even if the process, the process is the same, does it have to be the same thing?" I shook my head and said: "Taking painting as an example, ink painting and oil painting are both paintings, and the methods of painting are also using brushes. To paint, but they are not the same type of paintings. For example, making statues of gods and steps require taking out stones and knocking them. However, the values ​​of the two things are completely different, and who will make the carefully carved ones? Are the stone statues confused with the square steps?”

Seeing that Achilles looked confused, I continued to emphasize: "So, as long as the starting point and the final goal are different, even if the process is exactly the same, it cannot be classified as the same behavior."

After listening to my words, Achilles rubbed his temples and pinched the bridge of his nose. It seemed to make sense, but he couldn't accept it for a while.

I leaned against the tree stump, eating the fruit and watching him quietly.

I don’t know why, but I really like seeing tangled expressions on other people’s faces, especially those who originally disapprove of my words but can’t find fault with them.

Achilles was thinking quietly while crunching the fruit. As he ate, he habitually threw the whole fruit into his mouth, and then chewed the crushed core and pulp again with a constipated expression on his face. Spit it out.

Looking at his troubled expression, I felt happy.

At this moment, Achilles suddenly raised his eyes, picked up a piece of fruit, and without thinking, threw it at me.

I was so frightened that I was shocked.

Damn it, no way, I’m just watching your joke, there’s no need to throw the fruit at me!

Moreover, given your strength, you would be seriously injured if you hit me, and you might even break your bones and tendons!

However, facing Achilles's fast, accurate and hard throw, I was unprepared and had absolutely no confidence to avoid it. I immediately felt a chill in my heart. It was over. This time it was terrible. A few ribs must have been damaged. break.

Forget it, just take it as my punishment for gloating.

Just as he was sighing, another shadow suddenly flashed in front of his eyes, followed by a rapid sound of breaking wind.

Feeling the approaching sound of breaking wind and the threat of the phantom, I looked sternly, narrowed my eyes, and looked intently. I saw the phantom, half an arm long and as thin as a finger, with a smooth back end and a sharp front end. A crossbow arrow!

Before the crossbow arrow reached my chest, it was hit by the fruit that followed. With a pop, the fruit exploded to pieces. The crossbow arrow also completely deviated from the angle. It spun a few times in the air, fell to the ground with a snap, and was buried in the grass. .

I reached out and grabbed the crossbow arrow. I only felt that the arrow body was slightly heavier than ordinary crossbow arrows, and the material was excellent. It was made of a very strong wood, and the outer layer of the arrow body was also coated with a layer of paint. Used to protect against wind.

Once such a crossbow arrow is fired, it rarely deviates due to the surrounding environment. It can be said to be a powerful assassination weapon.

I sneered, my gaze shifted slightly downward, and I was suddenly surprised.