To Four Thousand Years Later

So what is the relationship between the two adults, Hei Jin and Pai Bai? Tiberius sensed a strange sense of crisis.

He instinctively realized. If you don't bring this problem to yourself, you may pay everything in the future.

But before he could figure out what words he should have used to fool him, he suddenly heard a small noise coming from outside the window. He hastily tiptoed over and tried his best to distinguish by the dim light in his room.

I saw a very slender knife protruding in from the gap in the wooden window of the house next door. The knife was sliding gently from bottom to top. Little by little, the wooden strips that lock the wooden window from the inside are opened. Is this the assassin that Your Excellency Pale mentioned before? Tiberius felt a chill in his heart.

If he hadn't known in advance that someone was going to assassinate himself tonight, the small movement of this person would definitely not have woken him up from his sleep. If the assassin's movements are agile enough. Maybe he didn't even realize what happened. I fell asleep forever. Tiberius didn't make a sound, but retreated into his room without hesitation, turned off the lights, retreated to the wall, and stood quietly. Behind him, the shadow slowly rose up like a spider web, and stretched out its tentacles to bind him tightly to the wall. Thick shadows enveloped him like an eggshell, and the slightest bit of temperature and sound was transmitted even though this was a spell used to strangle people. But it can also be used to hide whereabouts. If the lights are turned on at this moment, of course he will see an unnatural shadow here; but in a moonlit night, this is tantamount to invisibility.

There was only a soft clatter of the wooden bars that locked the window, and the window was pulled open from the outside without a sound. A man in a black robe, with gloves on his hands, and a mask on his face leaned in from the window. Who knows, loose. Heavy clothing is not conducive to stealth. Operate in the dark. It is easy to touch some utensils and disturb the assassinated. Tiberius was a little confused—but he realized it immediately. Or a part of his back can identify him!

Tiberius watched the assassin take out a piece of fluorite from his arms, and crouched on the ground, walking silently by the shimmering light of the fluorite.

Just watching how this assassin assassinated "himself", Tiberius couldn't help becoming tense, his palms were sweating, and his heart was beating fast.

"Can we do it?" Tiberius asked in a low voice in the shadows.

Although he knew that Asmodeus could block all the voices for him, he subconsciously bowed slightly and asked in a low voice.

"Wait a little longer. Look at his reaction. Asmodeus's voice was not concealed in the slightest. The usual conversation sounded in his ear startled Tiberius, who was on tenterhooks. In order not to arouse the assassin's suspicion through details I suspect that his bed has been carefully made by him long ago. The sheets and pillows are a bit messy, and a half-full grain bag is stuffed in the quilt. And his pillow has a wig—that is what he used to do in the St. I bought it in Egypt when I participated in a party. Originally, Ms. Heijin planned to let Tiberius use a stunned death row prisoner to replace her. But Tiberius thought about it and rejected the proposal. In Tiberius’ opinion, even if it is Death row criminals should also be divided into who kills them. The mere assassin, he has no right to execute prisoners in the name of Roman law. Who should do what, and who must do what? This is what Tiberius said One of the few persistences, the assassin stood up slowly under Tiberius' watchful eyes, pulled out an awl-like dagger from his left robe, and then hung his free left hand above "Tiberius"'s head, like It's stroking the mold.

Why didn't he do it yet?

Tiberius felt strange. But at this moment. But Husmode said in an interested voice: "Here we come.

Ok? ! "The assassin was startled suddenly, and then ran out without hesitation.

Tiberius' heart sank, and his eyes widened nervously.

"Don't worry about Aszend's whispers. A wonderful sea scent floats in the room.

Before the assassin ran out of the room, the lights behind him suddenly lit up, casting a huge shadow in front of the assassin.

His shadow floated up from the ground with a strange smile, as if doing a sit-up, stretching out his hands to hug the assassin tightly, making it impossible for him to fight away.

"I told you, Tibi wants to use living people.

A hoarse and frog-like voice sounded from behind the assassin: "Look. He has just been detected." The shadow surrounding Tiberio instantly dissipated. Reverted to dark and heavy tentacles, scurrying into the wall or ceiling like a snake. Then those shadow snakes ejected out again, wrapped around the assassin's limbs, and directly hung him up.

"Don't say it's wheat. Even if you put a dead man on the bed, the priests can still see his fire of life."

Asmodeus sneered and said, "Who do you think the assassins are? Homeless bloodthirsty men with killing skills? That's long gone. If you think about it carefully, you will know. There is no more North Priest Fit to be an assassin.

"They have the magic to kill the most elite soldiers. They can detect the vital signs and make sure they kill the target before they leave. They will not reveal any secrets - who would believe that the high priest ordered them to kill? The other priests also decided Would say what he said was a lie."

It was malicious, like the sweet whisper of a venom-soaked ship.

Her skin is light brown, with slightly pointed hair, a pair of fine bat wings on her back, and a snake head and long tail that sways like a living thing. Just by looking at her, one can feel an intoxicated dizziness—it’s not because of being overwhelmed by the beauty, it’s more like ingesting some colorless, odorless, slow poison through vision, "From before until now, you have never had the slightest bit of dizziness." change.

"A fool loves ignorance, and a scorner loves scorn. Desiring vain power, but not seeking the foundation of that power, is a tree without roots and water without a source." The tip of the index finger lifted the assassin's chin, and squinted his eyes to stare at Ruo Ruo: "Kill yourself from the people, murder what the people love, if you kill everyone who opposes you, what will you have left? An old voice with gritted teeth came from under the cloak: "You don't know what Rome needs! Tiberius is just a despicable and cunning bastard, and Postumus is the designated heir of Augustus!" Tiberius The voice was recognized immediately.

He couldn't help but widen his eyes.