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Therefore, even if he knew that he could use his own death to keep this group of people behind, he was unwilling to do so.

"You can leave the city safely," said Paulinus.

"You think I'll believe your promise?" Neos sneered.

Boudica and the other leaders felt stabbed in the heart.

Paulinus looked indifferent: "If you are worried, you can kidnap me all the way outside the city, and I will order their guards to leave at the same time."

"I don't need to trouble you now, the guards who were kidnapped have already been rescued." Neos smiled.

This is his second-hand arrangement.

Paulinus suddenly said: "Ah, that assassin..."

"Right."

"...and that eagle."

The knife in Neos' hand paused, and a strange color flashed in his eyes: "What did you say?"

"Please, I'm not as stupid as you think."

Paulinus rolled his eyes coldly: "That eagle has been appearing around me since the first time it captured the Druid. Once or twice may be a coincidence, but three or four times must be suspicious."

And I've long heard that you can communicate with animals, and I probably wouldn't have cared before,

But since fighting you, I have to doubt everything around me. "

Paulinus paused: "So this is a temporary order issued not long ago to surround the place where the eagle landed."

Neos didn't deny it, and glanced sideways at Fario.

The eagle was released by Fario, so he should also have a way to control it.

Fario was stunned for two seconds, then shook his head with a wry smile: "I'm sorry, my lord, although it's my handwriting, I can't control it."

"Ah, so it's yours." Paulinus looked unsurprised.

Boudica could only watch the high-end match with a dazed expression.

Neos calmed down and said, "What do you want?"

"It's just an insurance policy. I'm afraid you won't let me go after you're safe."

Paulinus said: "After all, if you don't believe in my promise, then I can't believe in your promise."

"So I let you go, so you told me her whereabouts?"

Paulinus imitated Neos' tone: "Yes."

Neos pondered for a moment, then moved the knife closer: "Aren't you afraid that I will give up that assassin and keep you?"

"So I'm betting, just like you're not betting that I don't want to die."

Paulinus remained still: "I learned this from you."

Nios stared at him for a long time, took out his knife and wiped his robe a few times: "It's a deal."

Paulinus twitched the corners of his mouth and wiped away the blood from the corners of his mouth with a low face.

"A word is settled!"

(...)

Chapter 34 Chapter 34 Assassin Warriors

London, the big house near the temple.

The maidservants wandered around the house, serving exquisite food and drinks, and there were dancers in the middle, stepping on drums, with winking eyes flying all over the place, with a figure that could not be covered by a white robe, twisted waist, and trembling chest.

The Celtic warriors were led here, and they had some complaints, but when they saw this scene, they were really fragrant.

Except for someone in the corner who didn't understand the style, all of them were undressed and their blood was spurting.

But at this moment, Turner, as the incomprehensible person, was holding a cold face, holding his sword, and pushing away the woman who was rubbing forward again.

Then, after glancing at his companion with cold eyes, he summoned the Roman soldiers at the door and said, "Where am I now, can you take me to my leader?"

"Who is your leader?"

"Queen Boudica," said Turner.

"I don't know." The soldier shook his head.

"Would that take me to the negotiation place?"

"Sorry, the leaders are discussing with the governor, you have to wait here until they give permission," said the soldier.

"I am Queen Boudica's personal guard, and I need to stay by her side all the time!" Turner said righteously.

"Now your queen is protected by us, so you don't have to worry."

"You the fuck..."

Turner was about to attack.

The soldier drew his sword in an instant, held him against him with his strong chest muscles, his jaw tensed, he gritted his teeth, and said, "You'd better be calm, warrior!"

Although Turner did not show any weakness, but when he glanced at the soldiers who were about to move at the door from the corner of his eye, he took a half step back and cursed a few Celtic curses in a low voice.

cowardly.

The commotion in the corner did not affect the nature of other people, on the contrary, with a scream in the center of the big room, the atmosphere became chaotic instead.

There is quite a sense of sight of live broadcasting the love history of Rome's island country.

The Roman soldiers ignored Turner, but looked at the center of the big room, smiled sarcastically, and then looked at the door. After seeing the companion guarding the door nodding at him, he smiled and nodded back.

A bright cold light suddenly appeared and struck at Turner's hand holding the wine.

A standard Roman short sword was held in the hand of the Roman soldier who had just talked to him.

The brain exploded in an instant!

Experience and reaction made him stop subconsciously, narrowly dodging the sword.

But the other samurai in the room didn't react so strongly.

At the same moment, a dagger pierced into the heart of another tribe's guard, blood spurted wantonly,

The group of dancers and slaves, who were still twisting their waists just now, took out daggers from under their skirts and wine jars.

Several samurai had their chests pierced or their throats slit.

If it was just a woman, she still had the strength to resist, but what was worse, there were already Roman soldiers rushing in from outside.

A killing is in full swing!

The Roman soldiers who had just attacked suddenly swung their swords at Turner again!

Turner didn't have time to draw his sword, so he could only watch the blade fall.

At the moment of death, the black shadow suddenly fell in the sky!

A muffled grunt, a suffocated moan.

The dagger in Hei Ying's hand pierced the soldier's throat, and he pulled it out again, bleeding profusely.

Turner had never seen such a killing method, it was too swift and swift, like a falcon pouncing on its prey, falling from the sky.

What shocked him even more was when the black shadow stood up and saw his face clearly.

This is actually a girl in her teens, short in stature, with slender limbs, wrapped in a close-fitting leather jacket, and the hood behind her covers most of her face.

The ups and downs of life come too fast, making this veteran Celtic warrior a little overwhelmed.

"Don't be in a daze, you will die." The girl has already spoken.

Her voice was cold and haughty, but still carried the immature feeling that is especially unique to underage women.

How ruthless is it to send such a young girl to the battlefield?

Turner didn't have time to think about it, because dancer killers and Roman soldiers had already noticed this place.

"Well, when you came in..."

Turner drew out his long sword and took a deep breath: "...Have you thought about how to go?"

"Yes, stealth." The girl's answer was concise.

"sneak?"

Turner smiled stiffly, looking at the killers and soldiers who surrounded him: "Everyone here is watching us, okay?"

"Master Neos said..." The girl turned the dagger in her hand, hid her face in the hood, then bent down slightly, like a hunting cat, waiting for the moment of eruption .

"...As long as no one sees, it's perfect stealth."

As soon as the words fell, the muscles on the calf suddenly tensed, and the forefoot kicked the ground violently!

The girl threw herself out, and then saw a black shadow rushing and jumping in the crowd, like a zigzag black lightning!

"Hmm..." Turner sighed halfway, and also started to encounter the enemy. After parrying a soldier's dagger, he moved lightly, and stabbed lightly, depriving a person's life lightly.

When it was over, he looked up at the center of the big room and grinned: "What a fucking little lunatic!"

Youth brings extreme speed!

Relying on her amazing explosive power, the girl shuttled through the crowd. Every time she collided, she would stab out the dagger and then retrieve it!

The dagger was flickering with an arc of bloody light!

But the strange thing is that the number of people in the house has not decreased at all.

On one side, the Celtic warrior who was rescued by the girl reacted, picked up the dagger from the ground, and joined the battlefield.

On the other side, there are Roman soldiers frantically pouring in from the door.

The girl killed around the house and came back to Turner, who was sitting on top of a Roman soldier, taking a swig of wine from a tray of tables and gasping for breath.

"Something's wrong." The girl's tone was slightly puzzled. .