War Lord

"Son!"

"Son!"

"Son!"

A group of loudly shouting slogans walked across the street in front of the window. They were men and women, as well as a few children. Without exception, they are all residents of New Rome and supporters of Pope Paul. The sinking of Natov Island proved the accuracy of Paul's metaphor with iron facts. But yesterday, Paul issued another metaphor, and now the residents and residents of Frosa Island are in chaos.

Even with Sauron's iron-fisted policy, there is a danger of order collapse on the island.

So now, Paul's supporters have exploded in multiples, and more than 60% of the inhabitants of Rome have become his followers. Most of these are the civilian class, but there are also many nobles and officials who have joined them. They call Paul the Son of God. Sitting on these believers, Paul has become a force that cannot be underestimated in a short time, and it has had an unprecedented impact on Sauron's prestige.

There is no cold in this winter, but because of the craze of the son, there is a tendency to heat up.

Yafidi, dressed in plain clothes, stood calmly in front of the window, watching groups of people shuttle like ants from the nearby streets, and then gathered into a crowd to the main square of the Pope's Hall.

"ate breakfast."

The door of the room was pushed open by a delicate woman, a woman with long linen hair, and the thin figure of Yafidi was reflected in the emerald green eyes on her face, so there was an imperceptible trace in the depth of her eyes. Worry.

Yafidi smiled and said, "Mina, it's cold. I'll take you and the children to buy some winter clothes later."

This is his wife, a gentle woman who can always wrap his soul soaked in death and cold with her own tenderness after he returns from the battle. For Yafidi, his wife Mina is more like his faith, so that he will not get lost in the disputes of this troubled world, and can always keep a pure land in the depths of his soul.

Mina said softly: "There are enough clothes at home, and the food is well prepared. If you don't mind, I want to give the extra part to the poor children in the suburbs. They are still so young and need more clothes. Keep warm and food for the winter."

"Yes, if needed, I will go to the city to buy some more supplies and send them together."

Yafeidi held her hands, these soft and delicate palms had calluses because of the need to take care of the family's daily life and diet, which made Yafeidi feel a little pain. Mina was born in a low-class noble family, but she was more thrifty and frugal than other noble ladies. Originally, Yafidi planned to hire a few servants at home, but Mina stopped them all.

So the dignified wife of the Eleventh Army commander took care of all the housework by herself, and the saved expenses were exchanged for some supplies each winter and presented to the poor families on the outskirts of the city to help them survive the cold winter. After so many years, she has never changed. The only thing that changed was these hands.

When they came to the restaurant, two boys were playing around the dining table, and a girl sat on a chair obediently, smiled sweetly when she saw Yafiddy, then jumped down and jumped in like a butterfly. Yafeidi's arms.

"Annie, don't pester Dad, let's all have breakfast."

Sitting on the side of the dining table, Mina said with a smile, while cutting a large piece of hot bread from the oven into slices with a dining knife, and then dividing them among several plates. Served with salad dressing and a bosom of water, it is a family of five breakfast. Judging from Yafidi’s identity, this kind of breakfast can only be described as shabby, but Yafidi didn’t care at all. It is already a great happiness to be able to sit and share breakfast with his family.

Yafidi sat down on the chair with her little daughter Annie, and the two playing boys sat back to their seats. One of the younger children slapped his brother when he was about to reach for the bread: " Idiot, pray before eating."

Like many Catholic families, before each meal, they would thank God for the food and end their prayers with "Amen", and then there was a pleasant meal time. Watching the eldest son secretly put a piece of bread on his sister's plate, and then the second son whispered objection, Yafidi's face was full of smiles.

Children are the future and the hope of the world.

Yafidi hopes that these three children will be able to support each other as they do now when they grow up in the future. Mina cut off a small piece of bread and put it in her mouth. She looked at Yafiddy and said, "Is that okay? I heard that because of His Royal Highness Paul, Lord Sauron gathered all the commanders today. Of people attending the response meeting, are you really not going to go?"

"Master Sauron doesn't want to see me." Yafidi smiled lightly: "This is better, I have more time to accompany you."

Although he was smiling, as his wife, Mina couldn't see the faint look of loss in Yafidi's eyes. She said: "It's not like you. The commander of the Eleventh Army, Yafidi, is a person full of fighting spirit at all times."

"Fighting spirit?" Yafeidi shook his head and said: "If the world no longer needs you, what's the use of fighting spirit anymore."

Mina hesitated for a moment and said, "Since Lord Sauron doesn't plan to care about you anymore, why don't you try it with His Royal Highness Paul. The day before yesterday, didn't you say that His Highness Paul contacted you privately, so he meant to solicit?"

Yafidi said with a solemn expression: "Mina, you must not mention this outside, you know?"

"I understand that I can clearly distinguish the importance of the matter."

"Well, that's good." Yafidi smiled bitterly again: "His Royal Highness really wants to recruit me, but you can also see that the Pope and Lord Sauron have torn apart now, and there is no room for buffering and maneuvering. .Now I’m still in Master Sauron’s system, and at most I’m at home. But if I stand on the line of His Royal Highness Paul, it’s okay if His Highness can replace Master Sauron, if not, then I’ll be okay if something goes wrong, and it’s going to be a burden. To you."

"What's more..." Yafidi said solemnly, "Even if His Royal Highness Paul finally wins this power struggle, my life will not be too easy. After all, I still bear the mark of Lord Sauron, even if I change it. Supporting His Royal Highness Paul will hardly be reused in the future."

"It looks complicated." Mina smiled.

"Politics is inherently so complicated." Yafidi shook her hand and said, "Rather than getting caught in the vortex of the battle between two factions, it is better to get out of here and stay with you. The turbulent situation like the present one is better. , Even in Rome, there will always be dangers, your safety is more important than anything else!"

Mina looked at her husband and knew that he had made a decision, so she stopped discussing the issue with him. The topic turned to the three children, Yafidi talked and laughed, but there was still some silence in his eyes. At this moment, there was a knock on the door, Mina remembered to open the door, but pressed it to Yafidi.

"I'm coming," he said, and walked to the door. Opening the door, there was a man in a cloak standing outside. He didn't want to give Yafidi a letter and then went into a nearby alley.

Yafidi opened the envelope and drew a note from it, which read.

See literally, my dear friend, please forgive me for not being able to meet you directly. But I still have to remind you that Lord Sauron already knows about your private meeting with His Royal Highness Paul. Fortunately, you have been at home these days, so he hasn't aroused much disgust. However, he has always been suspicious, and now he has a quarrel with His Royal Highness Paul.

My friend, I have a hunch that Lord Sauron will be against you. So in today's response meeting, I will urge you to remove your legion commander from the post, and at the same time let the adults deprive you of your merits, so that you will be no different from civilians. At that time, I will arrange for you, Mina and the children to leave the city.

The city of Rome has become a place of right and wrong, it is useless to stay more. Although I don’t know when we will meet again in the future, no matter where you are, don’t forget that there is still my friend!

Signe.

There is Signe's family seal at the place of inscription, which is not a disguise from the seal pattern, so the letter naturally comes from Signe's handwriting.

Yafidi sighed, knowing that the storm he was worried about was finally coming.

"What's the matter?" Mina walked over and asked when he heard his sigh.

Yafidi handed her the letter, Mina's face changed drastically, and her body trembled slightly. Yafidi squeezed her hand firmly, and apologized: "It seems that there is no way to help the poor people in the suburbs this year. Mina, after breakfast, we pack up and we are ready to leave the city at any time."

"Do you have to do this?"

"I don't want to, but Signe is right. Once Sauron is told about my meeting with His Royal Highness Paul, sooner or later he will not let us go."

Mina nodded: "All right, I'll go and clean up now."

Seeing his wife's back, a picture of zero flashed in Yafidi's mind. He shook his head and smiled bitterly: "Is this also the so-called destiny?"

It was the night, and there was a joyous laughter in the Pope’s mansion. The entire Pope’s mansion was radiant and dazzling under the dark night evolved by the hologram, and even the papal hall not far away covered the past.

On a cloister covered with scarlet carpets, Paul walked ahead with a smile. He was wearing a black and gold papal robe, and his back was like a blood cloak. The white feathers around his neck made him more handsome, and the golden crown on his head made Paul more holy and solemn. The pope, who is holding the power in his hand, is full of spirits, and the eloquent knight guards behind him witnesses that he is on the path to the peak of power.

Today, with the support of his followers, he gave several speeches, from theocracy to human rights, from people's livelihood to politics, all insinuating Sauron's dictatorship and provoking the people's long-standing resentment. In all his speeches, Paul did not obviously mention the words attacking Sauron. The subtle use of his words made it difficult for him to make a fuss about his speech. Even if Sauron got the speech, he could only get himself up and down, but he couldn't help it.

But being proud of himself, Paul did not forget to warn himself not to be too proud of himself. After all, Sauron Jiwei for many years, his team and background are by no means comparable to what he is now. Paul knew that he could be as beautiful as he is today, and that the perfect blow that made Natov Island disappear, gave him the name of the Son today. In general, he currently has no real power in this position, and to truly defeat Sauron, the name of the Son is far from enough!

It's just that his knight guards don't think so. They have followed Paul for many years, almost watching him grow up. And Sauron has never cared about Paul, the Pope, and, in addition, their guards are no different from the guard of honor in the eyes of others. They are just decorations, not fighters. But Paul's popularity has soared in the past few days, and even the soldiers of the Knights who looked down on them in the past have to bow their heads and take a detour when seeing them.

The knight led Cassapa two steps forward and walked beside Paul excitedly and threw his fist: "His Royal Highness, look at it this way. It won't be long before we can make the rebel of Sauron bow his head."

Paul smiled and said, "Do you really think so?"

"Isn't this an obvious thing?"

Paul suddenly got cold on his face, raised his hand and shouted, "Shut up all of you!"

The young pope now has a bit of majesty, and the once immature voice has now become a little harsh, so the knights who are still discussing are quiet. Paul turned around and said in a deep voice: "You all seem to be happy too early. If Sauron is only the name of a son, he can threaten his people. Then my father who was called the savior back then, You won’t be killed easily by him! Remember, we’re just taking such a small step on this power struggle, and we can’t even be called a milestone. Sauron doesn’t come. It must be thunder. If you are as excited and careless as you were just now, you won't even know what's going on when you die!"

Cassapa took a breath, and Paul's words made him sober. He nodded solemnly and said, "We know, Your Highness, we were so proud of ourselves just now."

After the harshness, Paul said softly: "Remember the Lord's words, my knights, keep a humble heart anytime and anywhere, so that you will be invincible!"

The knight guard replied yes, and then they stopped talking as loudly as they did before, but calmed down, straightened their backs and followed Paul and left. Shortly after they left, a man walked out of the corridor on the left. Feng touched his chin and said softly, "Hey, this kid really has a hand."

Then he said with a distressed look: "Hey, I knew that this job was so boring and I didn't agree to it. A job like this should be natural for Ye Liu, a handsome man like me, staying here. This papal palace is going to be moldy as a shameless protector. Paul, a boy in such a big palace, doesn’t even have a pretty girl, shouldn’t he be incompetent in that respect? It’s so pitiful, so young..."

A certain guard who had seriously digressed had begun to viciously speculate on some of the personal abilities of the young Pope, and at this time, on the opposite side of the street in front of the Pope’s Palace, several faint figures appeared.

They all wore hooded heads, their faces were hidden in the shadow of their hats, and only their chins were exposed. These people are like drunks. Everyone leaned against the corner or squatted on the ground with a bottle in their hands and joked. The guards of the government in the distance only frowned when they saw it. But they didn't get close to the government, and the guards didn't bother to chase them away.

At this time, another drunk man from the back of the alley came over and squatted down beside a thin man. The man lifted the brim of his hat, revealing a hideous face. His face was crossed by a knife scar across the middle of his nose. You can imagine what a thrilling knife. The man's eyes shone, and he asked in a deep voice, "How's the situation?"

"There are three places in the Minggang, five people in the secret post..." As he said, the drunk drew a simple map on the ground. Under the cover of other people, the other five people came over and stared at the map. All these people have a refined breath, with a gloomy feeling. They are all powerhouses in the underground world, everyone has the strength of the seventh order, and that Scarface is a master of the eighth order.

They are all desperadoes caught by Sauron, and some killings that Sauron is inconvenient to come forward are left to them.

"Paul's bedroom is here, and his Cavaliers guards are scattered around. There are ten people in this group, but they are not much better than the guards. They are all powerful guys." Scarface sneered: "Ming. The positions of the posts are two at the front door and one at the back door. The secret guards are distributed around the mansion. We can choose one to break through. Remember to move fast, and then..."

He spread out his palm, with five pills in his palm: "After completing the task, one for each person. The toxicity is fierce and there will be absolutely no pain. After the event is over, Lord Sauron will give your family a generous pension. I will personally supervise the issuance of this fund, so don't worry."

One of them immediately took the poison and hid it in the denture in his mouth~www.wuxiaspot.com~ When he broke the medicine coat when needed, he would immediately die of poison. As a killer, these people have already expected such a day, but no one hesitated. Soon the pills on Scarface's hand were finished, he made a gesture, and several people immediately left from the back of the alley. Under the cover of his companions, the guards of the government did not know how many people were missing from those drunks across the street.

In the blink of an eye, it was late at night, when the guards on duty had come to change their defenses. Several guards dressed as knights came to the place where they changed their defenses. As soon as the handover was completed, they heard something falling to the ground on the wall behind them. One of the guards walked over, while the other stayed in place. But at this moment, a figure quietly touched behind the guard behind him.

The guard in front took a closer look, but it was a stone. He kicked the stone away angrily, and just turned around, he saw a man in a cloak stand up from behind his companion. He was just about to warn, his waist was cold, and a cold dagger had been inserted through the gap in the waist armor. At the same time, he saw that his companion was also concocted by the crowd. After the killer's dagger went in and out of the companion's waist many times, the companion's eyes disappeared, and his own consciousness also slipped into the darkness.

After putting down the two guards, Scarface made a gesture, and two assassins dragged them into the bushes and hid them, and then a group of six people sneaked towards the government in the shadows by repelling them from trees and statues. At the same time, Feng yawned, stood up lazily and smiled: "It seems that the mice can't help coming out of the gutter."