Chapter 174: Ye Zhi is the Son of Dark Night?

Assassination was an essential part of medieval banquets and was a must-do.

Such a thought flashed through Ye Zhi's mind.

In a flash, the sharp hidden blade flashed coldly and stabbed at the back of Princess Celine's neck.

Ye Zhi's reminder was a little slow. Through the maid's cold eyes, he seemed to have seen the scene of blood blooming like a rose.

In the critical moment, Princess Celine clenched the crescent-shaped mace that Ye Zhi handed back to her, and a calm gleam flashed across her eyes.

She saw the assassin's reflection through Yeats's eyes.

So, Celine pushed Yeats onto the sofa and avoided the fatal stab.

Her breath and fragrance fell on Ye Zhi's face, and he looked at her deeply.

"It's so uncomfortable." Ye Zhi complained hurriedly.

"Stay still."

Celine gave brief instructions and quickly stood up.

Then, she swung the mace in a wide arc, hammering the assassin with the bright burning moonlight.

The mace is powerful, but lacks flexibility.

The assassin dodged quickly with swift steps, and in the blink of an eye, three clones appeared.

Two clones attacked Xilin, and the other attacked Ye Zhi! This was not a place where he could just lie still. Ye Zhi rolled off the sofa. Since he had no weapons, he could only fight with his bare hands.

Ye Zhi's eyes flashed, and the spell of 'Analyzing the Opponent' was released, and he was immediately startled.

The one coming towards him turned out to be the assassin's true identity!

"You have already received your death!"

Ye Zhi cursed loudly, and his harsh words stunned the assassin for a moment, and his fists ignited with the silver fighting spirit bred by the Two-Ring Knight.

With the help of the Bull Breathing Technique, Ye Zhi's silver fighting spirit became darker in color and its endurance was more outstanding. The Moonlight Breathing Technique that he had recently studied made the outer layer of his fighting spirit glow with a dim silver glow.

This punch was delivered with a jab, whistling and exploding like thunder and wind.

Bang! Bang! The assassin forcibly took Ye Zhi's jab, but he didn't expect the punch to be so powerful. He coughed and stabbed Ye Zhi's chest with his hidden sword.

Ye Zhi's back was covered in cold sweat. He thought the assassin was coming for Celine, but he didn't expect that I was her real target? !

All escape routes were blocked.

This sword is unavoidable.

Ye Zhi felt a cold and suffocating feeling enveloping him, and at the critical moment, his eyes lit up with a deep purple light.

The gift bestowed by the God of Mist, the Eyes of a Thousand Illusions.

Meeting the assassin's eyes made her hesitate for a moment.

Ye Zhi immediately gave her a hint, asking her to drop the hidden blade in her hand.

However, due to the huge difference in strength, the control of the illusion did not work completely! Swish~ The dagger did not pierce the vital point, but cut through Ye Zhi's sleeve, leaving a narrow wound on his arm, and blood splattered.

Ye Zhi's face quickly turned blue and he hissed.

The maid's eyes regained clarity, a hint of surprise flashed across her eyes, and she quickly retreated to avoid the mace that Princess Celine was whistling at her.

Xilin had dealt with the other two clones and stood in front of the injured Ye Zhi, with a cold look in her eyes: "Who placed you next to me?"

The maid tried to bypass Celine and stabbed at Ye Zhi with a dagger as fast as a rainstorm, but all the attacks were blocked by Celine who held a mace in one hand and cast a moon shield spell with the other.

"The dagger is poisoned." The assassin said coldly, "If you let go of your defense now, there may still be a chance to save him."

Since the assassin had already taken action, it was impossible for her to stop and negotiate with Celine, so her words were only used to interfere with Celine's judgment.

"Need not."

Ye Zhi's complexion had returned to normal, and he found that the poison was quickly absorbed by himself.

I have the talent of 'poison master' given by the goddess of darkness, which can resist most toxins! "I'm fine now." Ye Zhi said calmly.

Celine and the assassin were both startled.

The assassin was baffled, and Celine was even more surprised.

She knew the origin of the poison and that there was no cure except the antidote in her hand. But why did he act like nothing happened after being poisoned? When the assassin was shaken, the stalemate between him and Princess Celine was broken and he fell into a disadvantageous situation. Celine finally seized the opportunity and shot him in the head with a mace.

Bang! The side hall was in a mess.

Ye Zhi took a breath, supported his arm, sat down on the sofa, and glanced at Princess Celine.

Princess Celine panted, pushed aside a strand of hair from her forehead, looked at Ye Zhi, hesitated for a moment, and said: "This mace... do you still want it?"

Ye Zhi: “…”

After all, it was an enchanted weapon, and it was worth a lot of money, so how could I not want it! The sound of a vase being broken in the side hall attracted the attention of everyone in the hall.

From the time the assassin launched the attack to the time he was killed, it took only a minute.

The Duke of Vick led his guards to the side hall. When he learned that Celine and Yeats had been attacked, he was furious and vowed to find out who was behind the attack and give an explanation to the two.

While using the spell 'Moon Healing' to heal Ye Zhi's wounds, Celine speculated: "I think this must be an assassin from the Dark Night Sect."

As the Saint of the Moonlight Temple, Princess Celine is a thorn in the side of the Dark Night Cult.

During her visits to various countries, she has encountered many assassination attempts, all of which were committed by the Assassin's League under the Dark Night Sect.

However, this assassination involved Yeats and even injured him.

Celine felt guilty, so she became gentler when treating Ye Zhi.

Due to his talent as a poison master, Ye Zhi only suffered some external injuries and recovered quickly under the healing of the Moonlight Saint.

but.

Ye Zhi couldn't tell for a moment whether the assassin was coming for him or he was implicated by Princess Celine because of bad luck.

Lothar's gloomy face appeared before his eyes, and Yeats fell into deep thought.

"Could it be an assassin sent by him?"

"But how could Lothair try to befriend the Moonlight Church, and then try to assassinate Princess Celine?"

"Rumor has it that Lothar is caught up in a dispute with his brother over the crown prince, and that he is trying to curry favor with Princess Shilin just to get help in ascending the throne."

Ye Zhi frowned slightly: "It is also possible that he is betting on both sides. Seeing that there is no hope of gaining the support of the Moonlight Church, he turned to seek the support of the Dark Night Sect..."

Regardless of the truth, Yeats was no longer in the mood and continued to stay at the party.

He said goodbye to the Duke of Vic and prepared to return to the palace.

It would obviously be much safer to have Teacher Megan temporarily staying in the palace.

Before leaving, Princess Celine put the cleaned Crescent Mace into a box and gave it to Yeats.

Ye Zhi had seen the power of this mace, which was a sharp weapon for opening a hole, so he solemnly put it into his space bag.

"Add a 'whirlwind' enchantment to the mace someday."

Ye Zhi thought to himself, "Gray can use a spinning weapon, Higashi-ichi!"

Out of apology, Princess Celine gave Ye Zhi an extra bottle of Moonfire Potion in addition to what she had promised in advance as a thank you and compensation to him.

"Baron Yeats, why don't you take my carriage and I will take you back to the palace." Princess Celine suggested.

The mastermind behind this is still unclear and needs further investigation.

Staying with Princess Celine would make it easier to be involved in an assassination.

Ye Zhi declined her kindness and returned to the palace in a carriage under the escort of Duke Vic's guards, preparing to continue practicing Moonlight Fighting Qi with the help of the Moon Fire Potion.

"On the night of the lunar eclipse, the Magic Goddess calmed down the fight between the Moonlight Goddess and the Dark Night Goddess. Given the bad temper of the Dark Night Goddess, she would definitely not let it go."

On the carriage, Yeats smelled a hint of impending storm, and thought with a heavy heart:

"I'm afraid that the Dark Night forces will intervene in the trial of the Magic Goddess, and the Moonlight Church will inevitably be implicated..."

but.

When water comes, cover it with soil.

Ye Zhi's eyes flickered... No matter how bloody the fight between the two old rivals, the Goddess of Dark Night and the Goddess of Moonlight, was.

As long as the Snow Owl can become the chosen one of magic, it will be a success!

"Come to think of it, this kind of lively scene always feels like it will attract the participation of some goddess of fun..." Ye Zhi fell into deep thought.

Under the night sky, on the second floor of the manor.

Duke Vic looked at the carriage going away, the anger on his face had long been replaced by a calm and calculating look.

"The assassination involves two major sects. No matter who the real murderer is, it will be disadvantageous to me if I continue to investigate."

Duke Vic was like an old fox who knew how to protect himself. His eyes flickered slightly, and he changed his mind and said, "But... Yeats is a worthy junior after all... He is the chosen one of art. Haha, I'll give him a copy of Thunder Swallowtail. I hope he will appreciate it."

Thundering Sea Swallow Tail is one of the necessary ingredients for the [Sea Swallow Potion] needed for a second-ring bard to upgrade to a third-ring sword dance bard.

Please...collect 6...9...books...!

The Sword Dancer promoted through the Sea Swallow Potion will have a balance that is difficult for ordinary people to achieve, and will gain an adaptability bonus in bad weather.

Duke Vic turned and walked into the brightly lit mansion.

The music continued, a full moon hung high in the sky, and the shadow of a crow flew by.

The crow flapped its wings and landed on the windowsill of an ancient castle.

Through the Gothic window lattice, its blood-red eyes reflected the man sitting at the harpsichord and playing.

The music was gloomy and eerie. It was obviously the Moonlight Sonata that Yeats had just played, but the style of the music was completely different from that of Yeats.

As if forgetting the notes, the harpsichord made discordant sounds and the man's fingers were frozen on the keys.

A ray of moonlight shone through the window, illuminating Lothar's gloomy face.

"Did you succeed?" Lothar asked.

The innocent look at the banquet just now seemed to be a deliberate disguise by Lothar.

At this moment, his eyes were as cold as a deep pool, waiting for the information that the crow would bring back.

"Your pawn is dead," the crow said hoarsely.

Lothar frowned slightly, hearing the hidden meaning of the failed assassination, and said, "I asked her to take advantage of the time when Ye Zhi and Shilin were discussing cooperation. Both of them are safe and sound?"

"He is the chosen one of art after all," said Crow.

"Can writing poetry and composing music help one avoid assassination?" Lothar said coldly, "Tell me, what did he do to escape? Or did Celine save that pretty boy?"

"The Death Knell poison that the Assassin's League secretly passed down is ineffective against him." Crow said, "This is the last information the chess piece passed on before he died."

Hearing this, Lothar closed the lid of the harpsichord and frowned, "What did you say?"

"Even Celine can't be immune to this poison." Lothar said in disbelief, "How did he survive!?"

"I don't know." said the crow.

"Mist Demon! You are the grand elder of the Assassin's League. You know the Death Knell better than anyone else. How could you not know it?" Lothar said angrily.

"Watch your words!" Crow said coldly, "Since you have agreed to cooperate with the Assassin's League, you have cut off your retreat. Only Dark Night can help you ascend the throne. Now, repeat your promise!"

Lothar clenched his fists slightly, and after a while, he lowered his head and said hoarsely: "I will fight the moonlight to the death. After ascending the throne, I will establish the dark night as the state religion in Saxeburg..."

The crow raised his head proudly and said, "Why was he able to survive? I do know a possibility, but it remains to be verified."

"What?" Lothar asked.

The crow seemed to be lost in thought and remained silent.

Lothar couldn't help but feel annoyed... This great elder named [Mist Demon] suddenly came to him a few days ago and said that he would provide him with a clear way out.

Lothair was involved with the Assassin's League in his early years, and with the help of a dying elder, he became a fourth-ring assassin.

Since the Dark Night Cult was considered a heresy in the Midgard continent, Lothair had always kept this past hidden. In order to ascend to the throne, he also took great pains to seek the support of the Moonlight Church and placed his confidants in the Moonlight Church early on.

Until the arrival of the fog demon, it revealed the relationship between Lothar and the Assassin's League and asked him to swear allegiance to the Dark Night.

In exchange, the fog demon would help Lothar ascend the throne, which made Lothar, who dreamed of becoming a king, agree immediately.

At this banquet, regardless of whether Princess Celine is willing to cooperate with Lothar, Lothar will plan the assassination, it is just a matter of time.

Seeing that the cooperation had come to nothing and the spotlight being taken away by the Chosen Ones of Art, Lothair used his pawns, but he never expected to gain nothing.

"If you don't answer, I will take action myself and eliminate the baron." Lothar said coldly.

"Aren't you afraid that your plan will be exposed?" asked the Mist Demon.

"If the fourth ring assassinates the second ring, what kind of king would I be if I can't succeed?" Lothar licked the corner of his lips. "What's more, being chosen by the God of Art can also be used as a blood sacrifice to the Goddess of Darkness. Why not do it?"

"You can't kill him," said the Mist Demon.

"Why?" Lothar asked coldly.

The mist demon said: "Because, Ye Zhi, may be the holy son chosen by the goddess of the dark night."

Lothar's pupils contracted and a look of intense shock appeared on his face.

"What did you say?"

"Ye Zhi, the Holy Son of Dark Night?!"

Lothar was puzzled, and felt that his entire worldview had suffered a great shock. His lips trembled as he said:

"Is this the reason why he is not affected by the Death Knell?"

The mist demon said calmly: "So, not only can you not attack him, you must also try to please him, so as not to ruin the whole thing."

The thought of having to kowtow and curry favor with a hated fellow, whose position in the sect might be far higher than his own...

Lothar's face was full of bitterness, his body was trembling, and he finally lowered his head and said, "Can I know what the so-called big thing is?"

"It won't be long before the Magic Goddess's trial begins."

The crow's scarlet eyes reflected the full moon shrouded by dark clouds.

"The shadow army will come again to plunder!"

*Under the moonlight, a silver carriage pulled by four horses stopped in front of a royal mansion in Jianhe County.

Celine returned to her luxurious Victorian room, sat at her dressing table, took off her jeweled tiara, and stared into the mirror in deep thought.

The maid who assassinated her had been following her for two years.

Who would have thought that she would be an assassin who believed in the goddess of darkness...

Celine recalled the look in the maid's eyes before she died. It was a calm, fearless look, with just a hint of attachment.

What was she nostalgic for? She had followed him for two years, just for this moment of determination to die? Celine's beautiful face was slightly wrinkled, and she sighed softly.

Celine had experienced assassinations at banquets many times before, so she was inevitably tired.

However, today's banquet is very different from usual ones.

Because a young man added brightness to the dull dinner with his music.

The silver-haired boy's warm and passionate expression as if he was bravely facing the storm when he played the Moonlight Sonata seemed to reappear before my eyes.

Celine's eyes were gentle and her slender fingers tapped lightly on the dressing table.

Immediately, Xilin shook her head slightly and murmured to herself:

"The Goddess of Magic is an ally of the Moonlight Goddess. I came to the Golden Lion to protect Minerva's Trial..."

"No matter who the Magic God of Choice is, the Moonlight Church should give him corresponding support!"

(End of this chapter)