Realm of Power

"Why did this happen! Didn't I tell you specifically? The alert level must be extended to five miles away." The fat man hurriedly walked through the long corridor with torches. This is Julius Fort, who is recovering from illness. The resort is an abandoned manor on the coast of Normandy. From here, you can overlook the glorious sunrise on the sea. The scenery is very beautiful. Outside the manor, there is only one road accessible.

There is a suspension bridge outside. Inside the manor, there is a post every ten steps and a sentry every five steps.

An entire squadron of guards ensured that even a mosquito flying across the manor would be monitored by at least three pairs of eyes. However, under such strict vigilance, the reclusive Julius Fort was unexpectedly attacked in the study. It’s time for the assassin’s attack!

"It was the negligence of my subordinates. We didn't expect that the other party could climb up from the 100-meter-high sea cliff behind the manor!" Hasentil, the Guards Squadron Leader in charge of guarding the manor, followed closely behind the fat man and described it with a pale face. At the time of the assassination, Hasentil was an experienced Guards officer who was reliable and cautious in his work. He was known as the Watcher among the Guards Squadron Leaders and was a first-rate expert in trace tracking.

"Climbed up from the sea cliff? Are you sure?" The fat man stopped, and the light of the torch shone on his face, which looked uncertain.

He knew that the place Hasentier was talking about was just under the window of the manor's study. It was a steep cliff with a height of 100 meters. It was covered with green moss and was impossible to climb. Even a fat man thought he couldn't climb it. To something so impossible.

"Yes, Lord Julius Ford said it himself. He said that the assassin jumped in through the window. His subordinates went to check and found that there was a hundred-meter-high cliff below the study window where he jumped in!" The man sweating profusely responded, "The assassin also escaped from the window after the assassination attempt. Since there are no traces, his subordinates have no way to track them."

"Have any of us seen the assassin?" The fat man began to move forward, his eyebrows slightly furrowed into a "Sichuan" character,

"No, our people heard the sound of fighting. When they arrived, they only saw Lord Julius Ford leaning on the corner holding his stabbed abdomen!" Hassentier responded with a cold sweat on his head. "Julius Ford Master Bao said that the assassin was also injured. I immediately ordered the area within five miles of the manor to be cordoned off, but still found nothing."

"That is to say, our people did not see the assassin!"

"Yes, Your Majesty!" Hasentiel lowered his head and responded.

"How is Miss Julius Teresa now?" The fat man thought for a while and shifted his gaze. It’s so weird, isn’t this nonsense! This is obviously wrong. The whole incident is just one side of the story by Julius Forbaugh. Who knows whether it is true or false? Could it be that Julius Forbaugh felt that pretending to be sick could not completely dispel the other party's concerns, so he simply resorted to self-mutilation? kindness. It's possible!

"Miss Julius Teresa is very anxious. In order to prevent the assassin from coming again, Miss Julius Teresa has been guarding Lord Julius Fortuna all day and night with weapons in hand!" Hassentier looked excited. responded

"Naughty sword energy soaring into the sky!"

The corner of the fat man's mouth curled up slightly. He had already concluded that this was Julius Fort's trick. Julius Teresa must have been completely unaware of this, so she acted so close to the real situation. It is estimated that the unruly daughter was also frightened, and the father and daughter were connected. Although Julius Fort was known as the Butcher of the Northwest, he was indeed very tolerant of this unruly daughter, holding it like the apple of his eye.

At the end of the corridor, twenty fully armed black-armored guards were divided into four teams and stood in the middle and at the end of the corridor. There were also patrols coming and going.

"Your Majesty" saw the fat man. Everyone knelt down neatly on one knee and put their right hands on their chests to salute.

"Get up!" The fat man nodded and walked towards the room where Julius Ford was recuperating. The room was filled with the strong smell of herbs. Julius Forburg, who had not seen him for many days, had a white bandage tied around his abdomen. He was half leaning on the bed and seemed to be in a very bad state of mind. Blood was still oozing from the wound on his abdomen, which made the fat man even have to admire Old Forburg himself. The courage to do something to yourself,

"You're here!" Hearing the sound of the door opening, Julius Forbaugh, who was in low spirits, looked at the fat man with a pair of dark black panda eyes and a helpless smile at the corner of his mouth.

That look is even uglier than crying

"Can you do me a favor? Get this girl back to bed quickly! If this continues, I will definitely become the first imperial general to die due to lack of sleep." Julius Fort's voice sounded like it was being torn apart. broken bellows

Beside the bed of Old Fu Castle, Julius Teresa, who was dressed in a hunter's outfit inlaid with iron pieces, was lying on the bed rail and fell into a deep sleep. Her hair was braided in hundreds of braids, from a pretty and delicate look to a beautiful one. The painted charming face hangs down, the delicate eyes are closed tightly. With a trace of worry that was hard to brush away from the corner of his eyes, the fat man took a deep breath. Unexpectedly, the sleeping unruly girl had a rare aura that I felt pity for, but there was still a trace of crystal hanging on the corner of her slightly grinning mouth. The transparent hazelnuts somewhat ruin this beautiful atmosphere.

"This girl!" The fat man shook his head speechlessly.

"Isn't someone taking good care of me?" The fat man looked at Old Fuburg, glanced at the bleeding wound, and asked knowingly. Julius Fuburg blinked at him, seeming to say, You send the girl away first and then talk about it

"Go down and have a rest, I'm here!" The fat man shook the sleeping savage girl awake with his hand, let her go down to rest, and then sat alone opposite Julius Fort.

"Can you tell me what's going on?" The fat man said angrily, "It must be very uncomfortable to cut yourself!"

"From the beginning, I didn't think this method could hide it from you!" Sure enough, Julius Forbourg, who was lying on the bed, smiled bitterly, made a cut on his abdomen with his hand, and said to himself, "This cut really hurts. I did it myself, and I was very careful. I didn't hurt the important internal organs. I just need to recuperate for a few months at most. But what hurts me the most is not this, but this!" Julius Forbourg struggled to take out a letter from under the pillow. He picked it up with one hand, and it seemed to pull the wound, and he gritted his teeth in pain.

"This is..."? The fat man took the letter, read it carefully, his face changed slightly, and he immediately understood why Old Forbourg He was so angry that he stabbed himself.

This was an order from the Gaul Empire.

The Fifth Legion of the Empire, which was originally responsible for the northwest region, was suddenly transferred to the south to fight the Confiscated Empire!

This is a trap. If the Fifth Legion of the Empire stationed in the Slavic region is withdrawn, all the efforts of Old Fuburg in the northwest will be wasted immediately. After losing half of the northwest, the Julius family will also lose the Slavic region for which they have fought for decades.

A typical annihilation!

Faced with such an order, there is probably only one way, which is assassination, to delay it temporarily, but no one can determine how long it can be delayed! (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendations and monthly tickets on Qidian. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users please go to read.)