Unlike Arthur, Char and others who spent quiet time here chatting and discussing retirement life, Britannia was much more chaotic.
As Arthur was taken away by Char, there was no doubt that Arthur was dead in the eyes of all classes in the country.
His passing was like lighting a powder keg, detonating the whole of Britannia.
The conflicts accumulated in this country over the past few decades have also been triggered by the loss of Arthur as a ballast.
People across the country broke out in uprisings one after another. Some ambitious officers also chose to support their troops and wanted to become warlords. There were also some nobles outside who wanted to be independent with their own territories.
For a time, chaos spread everywhere, but Arthur had prepared enough confidence for Mordred to enable him to calm down the chaos in the country in the shortest possible time.
However, his passing also affected many people.
Such as Hart's Valentine family.
With the passing of Hart, the successor of this family is not very good, but at least it can stabilize the family.
And because Arthur attended Hart's funeral at that time, his presence provided solid support for the Valentine family.
But now, this backing collapsed.
The Valentine family is not considered a noble. They can only be regarded as a relatively large violent organization. Even if they will be purged by the new regime in the future, they will still be the last one in line.
But with the death of Arthur, the other families who originally submitted to the Valentine family because they were afraid of Arthur also chose to take advantage of the chaos to attack the Valentine family.
The nights in Casaris, which had been peaceful for many years, became no longer peaceful. The sound of gunfire came one after another, accompanied by the cry of killing.
Under the cover of night, flames shot into the sky, many houses were burned, and some people fled in panic.
A group of people wearing black suits were walking through the alleyway. They all had firearms in their hands and shouted loudly while fighting with another group of people wearing black suits.
"Surround that villa!"
"Don't let that kid get away!"
The villa they were talking about was the most luxurious house in Casaris, and it was also a property owned by the Valentin family. The Valentin family would choose to spend the summer in this house when they were on vacation.
Although they will bring some people with them at this time, it is definitely not as safe as when they were in Sashili. These Mafia forces from other families have obviously grasped this point.
In the villa, Connor's mother Sarah was nervously packing her things, while thirteen-year-old Connor stood helplessly behind her.
He is Hart's great-grandson.
Sarah quickly collected some money, and then looked at Connor.
"Do you have that thing with you?"
"What?"
"Things your father gave you!" she said anxiously.
Connor reacted, quickly pulled the rope hanging around his neck, and pulled out a gold coin made into a necklace from his collar, which was very similar to the gold mark used for trade circulation in the wizarding world.
Seeing that thing, Sarah was slightly relieved, and then she pulled Connor through the villa.
"Mother, what on earth is this? Is it really that important?" Connor couldn't help but ask.
"I'm not sure." Sarah said calmly, "That was something left by your great-grandfather. He left it to your grandfather. Your grandfather left it to your father. Then, your father left it to you.
It's about a secret.
A. The real reason why your great-grandpa was able to go from being an ordinary chef to creating the legend of Malfia’s Sasili. "
"Isn't it because of his ability that Grandpa Zeng was able to create the Valentine family?" Connor said doubtfully.
"It's not just because of his ability." Sarah's voice was low, "It's because of a mysterious existence.
Part of the reason why the Mallard family took action against us this time was because of this thing. "
She took Connor out of the house and took him to the wall behind the house. She handed Connor the money she collected from the house and pointed to the dog tunnel in the corner of the wall.
"Take these things, get out of here, go to Sashili, and find the other elders in the family. They will find justice for you."
Connor reacted and said eagerly, "Mother!"
"I can't get out of this hole, only you can." Sarah said calmly, "They won't kill me, they want me to threaten you and the Valentine family, so as long as you live and are not caught by them Just stay and I’ll be fine.”
Connor seemed to want to say something else, when her mother shouted with an angry look on her face.
"Stop giving me nonsense! There is so much time for you to waste. If you waste another second, we will lose one minute of the possibility of survival!"
Connor seemed to be shocked by Sarah's roar. He bit his lip, and tears gradually accumulated in his eyes.
However, as the heir of the Valentine family, he also had a decisiveness that ordinary people did not have, and he did not hesitate again.
Instead, he turned around and got out of the dog hole.
Sarah watched Connor leave, murmuring with deep eyes.
"Live well, kid."
Not long after he left, Sarah heard the sound of approaching gunfire and the sound of the villa door being blown open.
A slight chill flashed in her eyes, she lifted up her skirt, took off the two firecrackers tied to her legs and feet, took them in her hands, turned around and walked into the villa.
At the same time, Connor also got out of the dog hole, walked through the narrow alleys of the town, and ran towards the port at the risk of his life.
But the group of men in black had obviously anticipated Connor's escape from the villa, and there were also their people nearby.
When Connor was walking through an alleyway, he met a man in black cruising nearby.
After a brief silence, Connor turned around and ran away without any hesitation.
The men in black also reacted and shouted loudly.
"Chase! Chase quickly!"
"The kid is here, the kid is here!"
"Don't let him get away!"
"Stop him, stop him!"
In the surrounding alleys, shouts came one after another. Connor felt that there were people from all directions in the alley. He was leaning against the wall, not knowing where to escape.
Night enveloped the sky, and no stars or moon could be seen, but the firelight soaring into the sky illuminated the alleyway that should have been invisible.
Whether it was because of the flames around him or because of his nervousness, under the firelight, Connor's head was covered with sweat. He could clearly hear the beating of his heart, as if it was about to burst out of his chest.
The stench from the sewers spread wantonly in the narrow alley.
Like the stench of corpses.
Suddenly, he felt someone approaching from one side. He hurriedly went into the alley on one side, but it was a dead end and a high wall blocked him.
He moved several boxes and stacked them against the wall, and turned over them with some difficulty.
But due to lack of strength, he fell heavily to the ground, and his left leg immediately felt a pain.
Connor touched his thigh and found that his fingertips were covered with blood. The light of the fire illuminated the high wall they had just climbed over, and it was clearly visible that the glass inlaid on the high wall was stained with blood.
A wave of nausea made him dizzy, but he struggled to breathe. He leaned against the wall, seemingly injuring an artery, and his shoes were now full of blood.
But even so, he still managed to stand up, dragging his injured foot and trying to walk forward, leaving deep red and bright blood stains on the stone tiles on the ground.
As he moved forward, his breath became weaker and weaker. Finally, he fell to the ground due to exhaustion, and the gold coins hanging around his neck fell out of his arms and fell into a pool of blood.
But although his eyelids were very heavy, he was still conscious.
As he watched, after the gold coin was stained with blood, it didn't know if something had touched it, and it began to melt itself, forming a pool of golden liquid.
But then, the liquid gradually formed into a thin, golden thing, like an invitation.
Connor tried hard to open his eyes, crawled a few steps forward, and looked at what was written on the invitation.
To be precise, it should be an acceptance letter.
The above content is:
Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry: Merlin.
Dear Mr. Connor Valentine: We are pleased to inform you that you have been admitted to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
Attached is a list of required books and equipment. The semester is scheduled to begin on October 31st. Since you belong to a Muggle family, our school will send a specialist to your door at 9 a.m. the next day after you receive the letter. Please wait patiently.
Vice Chancellor: Yours sincerely, Tony Stark.
October 31st. Isn’t it today?
Thoughts were swirling in Connor's mind, but then, at the end of the alleyway, a group of men in black apparently also discovered Connor lying on the ground.
There was some surprise on their faces, and they quickly shouted to the people around them.
"He's here! We got him!"
Gritting his teeth, Connor struggled to get up from the ground and pulled out a firecracker from his waist.
But the next moment, a bullet was fired from not far away, hitting his shoulder, causing blood to surge.
This shot completely knocked Connor to the ground.
The leading man in black was obviously a little angry and roared directly at the people behind him.
"Who asked you to shoot!"
Connor fell to the ground, his body dyed red with blood, and his consciousness gradually became blurred. Many pictures flashed through his mind, which were when he spent time with his father and mother. .
He felt that his life was passing quickly, entering the final countdown, and he also felt that the men in black not far away were approaching.
In this era, the rifling of muskets has not been completely popularized, at least there are no fire blunderbuss, so the hit rate is still impressive.
That shot just now, Connor was absolutely certain that it was aimed at his life.
He didn't think these men in black didn't understand that the living self was more useful to them.
So it seems that this group of men in black may not be simply sent by other families.
Within them, there may be other forces in the Valentine family.
He is the first heir of the Valentine family. If he dies, Hart's direct line will cease to exist.
A family council will be opened within the Valentine family to select the next generation's successor through voting.
They want to die
Connor, who wanted to understand this, clenched his fist tightly, and the man in black who was waiting in the dark once again raised the gun in his hand and aimed it at Connor who was lying on the ground.
"Peng!"
With a gunshot, the bullet pierced the night and was about to shoot through Connor's head.
But the next moment.
"Dang~"
The bullet seemed to hit an invisible glass wall. With a crisp sound, the bullet deformed instantly and then fell to the ground.
At the same time, the night was shrouded in mist, and the hazy mist gradually spread.
Connor heard the sound of a wooden cane hitting the ground.
Like the church bells ringing in the morning, it rings in everyone's heart.
Some of the men in black at the back obviously heard this sound and turned their heads subconsciously, but then a strong wave of sleepiness swept over them.
He didn't even see the person coming, so he fell to the ground and fell into a deep sleep.
The same goes for the rest of the people. Everyone who turned their heads and tried to see the existence behind them fell into a deep sleep almost instantly.
Connor tried his best to open his cloudy eyes and look forward. A figure in white robes holding a long staff was walking slowly towards this side through the crowd.
Following his steps, the men in black fell to the ground one after another, not knowing whether they were alive or dead.
But that being didn't move at all, it just walked forward.
In the silent alley, there was nothing but the footsteps of the being and the dull sound of the long staff touching the ground.
When the person in white robe came to him.
He also completely lost consciousness.
Char actually knows a lot of hypnotic magic, and as he is half nightmare blood, he is undoubtedly able to get twice the result with half the effort for this kind of magic.
However, what Chara used was not hypnosis magic, but a certain magic weapon.
He silently raised his hand, and a small cloth bag appeared in his hand, and he tossed it around casually. Listening to the sound the bag made when it was thrown up and fell, there should be some sand in it.
That was one of the three treasures taken away from the God of Sleep.
The nobleman who imprisoned the God of Sleep lived a relatively prosperous life after that. He even married a wife who was more than forty years his junior and gave birth to a young son.
But obviously, the age gap means that even if there is a little bit of so-called love between the two, it will completely disappear in the subsequent relationship.
During a quarrel, his little wife took the three magical instruments and left in anger. Not long after, the old man also fell seriously ill and died.
The God of Sleep was passed down as an inheritance to his son.
The three magical artifacts were sold by the woman in the market, the helmet fell into the hands of a wizard, the sandbag passed through several hands and fell into Char's hands, while the other gem was in the hands of an ordinary person.
Each of the three magical instruments has different abilities. The fine sand in the sleeping sand bag can hypnotize people, change time and space, and teleport to anywhere they want.
The leader of the Nightmare Order used this sand to make the members of the Brotherhood unconscious.
The Dream Helmet can take people through the dream world, while the Moonlight Ruby possesses powerful magic and has the power to turn dreams into reality.
Among the three treasures, ruby is the most powerful and dangerous thing, and the God of Sleep has stuffed the greatest power into it.
If it is abused by others, the disaster caused is actually comparable to the millions of casualties caused by the original divine war.
However, it is impossible for Xia Ya to collect everything in his hands. There is no need for him to be contaminated by these causes and effects.
In fact, before the god of sleep is released, he will also send this sandbag out.
He shifted his gaze to Connor on the ground.
There was already a large pool of blood on his body, and the gunshot wound on his shoulder was fine. The key was the heavy bleeding caused by the wound on his thigh cut by the glass.
If no one treats his wounds, he will definitely die at this moment.
He could even feel the God of Death slowly approaching nearby.
Chara stretched out her hand and raised it slightly, and Connor's body floated up and stood on the ground.
His appearance is somewhat similar to Hart's, but obviously after he became rich, the wives he found for subsequent generations all had good looks, or at least better genes.
Even though the boy is only a teenager, he is still handsome and handsome.
He is the descendant of Char's late friend, and he is a single generation. Moreover, Char has a promise to Hart.
Chara obviously couldn't watch him die.
The young man is destined to die here today.
Therefore, saving him is not just as simple as treating his injuries. It requires weaving a new destiny for him.
So Xia is now hesitating about what kind of fate she should give.
A life without special powers, but a legendary life like Hart's?
Still, there is some mysterious power.
Xia Ya looked at the admission notice on the ground.
If there is this, he will inevitably enter the mysterious world after waking up.
Mafia plus supernatural powers?
With microwaves flowing in Xia Ya's eyes, she slowly raised her hand and extended her index finger towards Connor.
He already has an answer.
(End of chapter)
