Amidst the shouts of thousands, some excited members of the public even ran towards the podium, chanting incessantly:
"A miracle! This is a miracle!"
"May the goddess Saint Marlene protect Your Majesty!"
The guards in front of the podium stopped the onrushing crowd. At this moment, Bowerman, who was on the podium, was whispered in the ear of a guard. His expression immediately changed, and he pointed to a signal. The guards who were originally standing on either side of Von Palen quickly rushed forward and formed a human wall again, blocking Von Palen completely.
“Your Majesty, you must leave immediately,” Bowerman said gravely to von Palen.
Von Palen ignored him, continuing to raise his fist and shout, "My compatriots! I need you and me..."
Bowerman frowned, grabbed von Palen's arm, and urged, "Your Majesty, you need to leave immediately!"
"No! Not enough, not enough! I need a little more time!" Von Palen said sternly, his face downcast.
"No, Your Majesty, you must leave immediately!" Bowerman said firmly, and without further ado, he pulled von Palen toward the carriage below the stage. This short distance was already filled with guards on guard.
Von Palen struggled and gritted his teeth, saying, "Wait a little longer!"
Just as he was speaking, the crowd outside the podium, concerned about Von Palen's injuries, rushed over again. Bowerman looked coldly at the approaching people, then turned to the guards and said:
"Tell them to retreat immediately. His Majesty has been injured, though not fatally, but he needs immediate treatment!"
"Disband the assembly!"
Just as the guards were about to obey orders, Von Palen stopped them, saying, "Wait!"
The guards were momentarily at a loss, but they did not forget their duty. They remained outside the podium, preventing the crowd from approaching and repeatedly shouting for them to leave.
At that moment, urgent shouts came from the crowd near the podium:
"How is His Majesty?"
Is his injury serious?
"Why are you stopping us?! We need to see His Majesty!"
Hearing these voices, Bowerman's expression grew even colder. He grabbed von Palen, who still wanted to continue his speech, and warned him again: "Your Majesty, there are assassins hiding among these people!"
"You must go back now! You can't take any more risks!"
Von Palen, who had been struggling, was breathing heavily. He said, "This is the best opportunity, I have to seize this chance!"
“That’s enough, Your Majesty! Your plan has succeeded!” Bowerman said urgently.
"No! Not enough! Not enough!" Von Palen broke free from Bowerman's grasp, forcefully pushing aside the guards blocking his way, and shouted to the crowd:
"Our empire is suffering from enemy invasion! But we will never yield to these..."
The intermittent sound finally carried out, and suddenly...
"Your Majesty! Your Majesty!"
"Are you alright?!"
Several men rushed directly towards the guards, shouting at Von Palen at the top of their lungs. Their faces were filled with worry and concern, because they had already seen Von Palen's face peeking out from behind the human wall.
It was at this moment that...
"sieve!"
"sieve!"
Two barely audible voices rang out amidst the chaotic shouts, and Bowerman, with his keen hearing, caught them.
His expression changed drastically, and the moment he heard the sound, he lunged forward, using his tall body to pin the standing Von Palen to the ground.
When Feng Palen was suddenly knocked down, he felt as if a mountain had been pressing down on him, and the heavy force even made his chest ache from the iron plate.
"Damn it, what...what are you doing?!"
As soon as Feng Palen managed to utter a sound, he saw one of the guards blocking his way fall to the ground, followed immediately by the scream of another guard. At the same time, an urgent warning was issued:
"An assassin!"
"An assassin!"
"Protect His Majesty!"
A series of tense shouts rang out, and only then did Von Palen realize what had happened.
"Your Majesty! Are you alright?" Bowerman, who was tightly shielding Von Palen, asked anxiously.
"I'm fine," Feng Palen replied, panting.
Even after hearing the answer, Bowerman remained uneasy and quickly checked Von Palen's body, fearing he had just been injured. At the same time, he was also issuing stern orders to the guards:
"Don't move! Let the men below deal with the assassin!"
In fact, that's exactly what the guards did. They formed a human wall, tightly protecting Von Palen in the center, without revealing even the slightest gap, while the guards below the podium were killing the assassins.
The guards have only seen three assassins so far. About twenty seconds ago, all three attacked simultaneously when Von Palen showed his face.
They didn't use muskets, but rather hidden arrows, which were portable, lightweight, easy to disguise, and easier to carry. However, they only fired two arrows. One arrow hit a guard between the eyebrows, and the other hit a guard in the left eye, resulting in one death and one injury.
The third assassin's arrow malfunctioned, piercing his own palm. As a result, the third assassin screamed in pain and was knocked to the ground by the rushing guards.
The other two assassins who shot the arrows turned and fled, dashing into the crowd, whereupon the guards rushed to capture them.
Less than a minute later, the two assassins were not caught by the guards, but were knocked to the ground by the angry crowd. At this moment, the two assassins were being beaten on the ground by dozens of furious people.
The guards rushed forward to stop them, knowing they had to extract information from the two men, but less than a minute later they realized it was too late.
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