Chapter 62 Sharp Sword
◎When the guards walked through the corridor, they saw only dilapidated buildings, broken windows, and... the boundless night sky.◎
What the hell is this guy doing? Is Melia's weird virus spreading from person to person?
Elena stood at the corridor, looking at the swaying Titus speechlessly: They were both swaying back and forth, but this guy's swaying had no aesthetic appeal at all, and was nowhere as cute as a dancing cat.
"Are you drunk? Where are the slaves? Call them to take you back." She crossed her arms, not wanting to run into a drunkard at all.
"Mei, Melia~ Hey, hey, drink, drink!"
The world was spinning, and Titus could only see the bright girl. Melia's eyes flashed like emeralds, then the vast ocean, making him chuckle with joy. "Hahaha, you still don't want to drink? If you don't drink... don't even think about leaving!"
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The wine glass slammed down in front of Elena, causing her eyelids to twitch. "Is Titus such a terrible drinker? They have the same father, so how come he didn't inherit any dragon blood?"
"Don't drink? No... Are you afraid that I will poison you?" Titus shook the cup on his left with his tongue, but he still vaguely remembered that this cup was fine.
He gulped down the liquid from the cup, then boasted, "Ha~ See, it's not poisonous, it's really not poisonous! If you don't drink me, I'll hug you! Ouch~"
After all, they were his half-brothers. Elena steeled herself and kicked him in the chest. The kick was barely effective, but Titus fell to the ground, his hands tightly gripping the cup to prevent it from spilling. "You, you kicked me! Wuuwuwu! Drink it! Why aren't you drinking it? I, I'm going to call for help! I'm going to tell them to drink it! Hiccup!"
It was fine just now, but now he really reeks of alcohol and I can’t bear to look at him anymore.
Don't shout, it's embarrassing.
Elena snatched the glass and stepped back in disgust. She lowered her head to look at the glass: Is this what Titus insisted on giving Melia to drink? It smelled perfectly normal, just a strong aroma of grapes.
"Huh, you're leaving after I drink it?" She picked up the cup and shook it, but didn't see any impurities.
"Of course! I will definitely go~" Titus stared with hope, saliva oozing from the corners of his mouth and dripping onto his clothes.
Haha, I'd like to see what you added in it. Anyway, poison has no effect on dragon blood.
If Titus really wanted to poison Melia, she wouldn't care about their half-sibling relationship. Brother? The deceased!
Elena leaned over to the glass and took a sip: the taste was normal, exactly the same as the high-quality wine that was tributed to Caesar every year.
This wine is quite good, no problem at all...
"Ha, haha, you drank it, you really drank it!" Titus suddenly burst into laughter, half of his body twitching violently as if he were having a seizure. "You're dumbfounded, right? This is the love potion brewed by Witch Lin—there's no difference between taking a sip and a glass! Hahahaha! You, you're mine!"
Potions?! Oh no—
Almost the moment he realized it, a burning sensation rose from his stomach. The dragon blood in his veins roared and swallowed the foreign object, but only evaporated the useless alcohol.
The real elixir spreads like mushroom spores, flowing along the soul to the limbs and bones, causing the connected meridians to stretch desperately.
The rising "spores" quickly invaded the brain and actively stirred in the ocean of consciousness, but the sinking spores encountered a tough obstacle: the boiling blood wrapped around the heart, making it impossible to start.
Even the potions had no ability to think; they still flowed downstream along their predetermined paths and were boiled away completely by the high temperature.
Hiss——
The deep pupils lost focus. The potion controlled the brain, allowing Elena to "see" the figure of her beloved, but it could not affect the heart and make the body react accordingly.
Titus stood there waiting, gradually becoming impatient. He watched "Merria" motionless, not at all like the lackeys said she was being clingy and coquettish, and not clinging to him tightly.
"You're lying to me again! This is clearly a sleeping pill!" He spat, and frantically tried to untie his belt. His fingers were trembling, and he couldn't get it untied.
Forget it, just tear off her clothes faster!
As his fingers drew closer to the beauty of his dreams, time seemed to slow down. He seemed to hear the sound of rushing wind in his ears, but he could not react.
It’s too fast, it’s really too fast.
Snap! With a crisp sound, Titus rolled his eyes and flew into the air, spinning two and a half times before falling heavily to the floor. If the corridor hadn't been covered with thick carpet, that would have been enough to break his spine three times.
Dark red is tinged in the blue.
"Ha..." Elena stretched her foot forward aimlessly. What should I do?
I don’t know, a mischievous smile kept flashing through my mind, but no matter how beautiful the girl’s cheeks were, what remained in my heart in the end were only the upturned corners of her lips and the crisp voice.
Who...is she? What is she talking about?
The girl in the consciousness dances in the sunshine, stepping on thorns and roses towards the cliff.
"Danger... Danger..." Her senses were magnified countless times by the potion, and Elena was completely unaware of what was stimulating her blood, causing scales and claws to quietly emerge.
Titus lay sprawled on the carpet, his lips making the bubbling sound of a dying fish. He seemed to have broken his neck and couldn't straighten up at all. The severe pain weakened his hallucinations, and he could finally see something vaguely: Huh—a lizard?! No, not... What was that?
Scales, wings, huge claws... Could it be the legendary—
Snap—the wings spread open the clothes, and the debris dangling from them flew away. The roof was too low, and Elena's body controlled her to keep moving forward.
I want to find the person in my memory no matter what.
Where, where? Here.
"Elena!"
Melia heard a bang in the hallway and couldn't help but open the door. Luckily, she saw the princess flying in.
Elena's condition was somewhat strange. Her arms were covered in scales, transformed into sharp claws. Not to mention her wings, even her forehead had sprouted slender dragon horns, making her human-like features appear even more eerie.
"I'm here, don't fly over my head—Oops!"
She opened her arms towards the dragon girl in mid-air, and the next second she fell into infinite power.
…
"Did you hear that? What was that sound just now?"
The host left early, and Antonio didn't want to put too much pressure on Prince Fourteen, so he simply took his personal guards and left early, preparing to go to the garden to relax.
I didn't expect to hear lingering music in the hallway and people banging their hands in the corridor.
"Yes, I'll take a look... Your Highness, please don't come over yet."
The guard raised his hand to stop him, but Antonio patted his shoulder confidently and walked to the middle of the corridor: Wow, I didn’t expect to witness the assassination scene, what bad luck.
Titus was lying in a pool of blood, his eyes wide open and bubbles coming out of his mouth. It was obvious that he was beyond saving.
He subconsciously stepped back. After all, the best option at this time was to withdraw with the guards and leave things to the Romans.
Unfortunately, a dense sound of footsteps could be heard from the side of the corridor. Several sturdy slaves, shackled and armed, arrived and immediately saw their master lying in a pool of blood, and... fully armed Greeks.
"Xi——" Before the leading slave could even shout, his head had already flown high into the air.
The guard's movements were as swift as a meteor, and only Antonio saw the whole process clearly: he walked up to the slave, drew the slave's own weapon, and cut off the slave's head.
He let out a sigh: Oops, but it is indeed a reasonable choice.
The assassination was too coincidental; it was most likely a trap set by a Roman royal family. If he simply surrendered and allowed the Romans to investigate... even if he managed to escape the blame, Caesar would still vent his wrath.
While he was thinking, his personal guard had already killed several slaves swiftly and, by the way, slashed Titus' neck with a sword on the ground to ensure that he was dead.
"Haha, aren't you moving too fast?" Antonio's expression was still as natural as when he was chatting and laughing at the table.
His guard nodded as if nothing had happened, and he picked up Titus's body with one hand and jumped out of the window.
Antonio looked at the direction he left and nodded secretly: I observed it when I came here, and there is a river nearby. If we throw the body into the river, it will be useless to fish it out.
Even the great shaman of the barbarians could only trace the murderer by relying on fresh corpses. Moreover, the relationship between Rome and the nomads was extremely bad, which was a double guarantee of no evidence.
Although he was thinking about something, his steps were also very fast. He ran to the corridor on the other side, flipped out, and disappeared into the darkness lightly.
Escape? No, no, no, he would enter the room from a different direction, invite a few nobles to play chess with him, and act as a vague alibi. The first person to discover the prince's disappearance must not be the "suspicious Greek."
…
Melia carefully raised her finger and waved it at the Dragon Girl: "Elena, do you still recognize me?"
"Meliya." The vertical pupils moved, and the claws were very quiet.
Great~ No amnesia, maybe it's just blood running wild?
She patted her chest and pressed on, "What's going on down the hallway?" Just now there was a bang, but now there seemed to be a rustling sound? And then there were those screams of "Hi—"—it all sounded suspicious.
"......" Elena said nothing and shook her head with lifeless eyes.
"Okay, then you hold my hand first, and be careful not to slip." Melia held Elena's wrist. The scales were prickly, so she had to pick a relatively smooth fingertip and hold it tightly.
Fortunately, Elena was very well-behaved. She took a step and she followed, just like a firefly dancing around the fire.
Melia hadn't taken a few steps when she smelled a strong smell of blood: No way, could it be that Titus was affected by the potion and killed the unlucky slave who passed by?!
She poked her head out. Luckily, having died several times before, she could still see the scene clearly and didn't vomit on the spot. Judging from their attire, these people were all slaves. Titus was definitely not among them.
Tram, tam, tam, tam. There was a sound of intense footsteps coming from the opposite side. She was shocked and had a bad premonition.
"Elena, let's run, quickly!"
The girl's deep blue eyes drooped slightly as she shook her fingers vigorously, her whole body wrapped in impatience.
Is she scared? Is something dangerous chasing her?
Elena's first reaction was to kill whatever was pursuing her, but the girl in her arms was trembling.
She...will be hurt.
For some reason, memories that didn't exist kept echoing in his mind, and even potions couldn't interfere with this strange intuition.
【Don't fight any longer, take her away. 】
Boom! A huge noise exploded in my ears.
There was only the sound of footsteps around her, but Elena seemed to hear the sound of something heavy being dropped into the water, and saw large flakes of blood foam floating in the hot water...
Whoosh~ The wings suddenly spread and flew into the sky.
When the guards walked through the corridor, they saw only ruins, broken windows, and... the endless night sky.
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Thanks to the funny little mushroom for Lei Lei and irrigation~
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