Guards...
A sudden roar from far away in the corridor immediately wiped out the previous conversation, but it still made Ed feel more and more creepy the more he thought about it:
As expected of a descendant of the Black-Hearted King, even this aspect also has family inheritance factors. Ed carefully controlled his facial expression while savoring the meaning behind this sentence.
Although the conditions given by Prince Edward are very sincere, expecting La Catalina to be a political ally is basically a waste of effort——
Miss Knight herself is not interested in politics. Perhaps she is better at playing house-style role-playing than board games with complex rules and intrigue.
"I'm sorry... Your Highness, this matter is of great importance. Even if you raise it now, I won't be able to reply for a while..."
Considering the identity of the other party, in order not to embarrass Catalina, Ed had no choice but to choose a euphemistic way of saying it.
"That's okay. I know this won't be an easy and happy decision. You really need time to think about it. How about you wait until the next time we meet and give me an answer?"
Prince Edward showed a generous smile. He took out an old-looking copper pocket watch from the pocket of his waiter's uniform and gently pressed the button. Inside was the seal ring of the Holian family.
The gold ring is imprinted with the sunflower seal symbolizing the Holian family. It flows faintly with the light, hot and alluring, just like power itself. In the center of the flower, there are some tiny black diamond particles inlaid, acting as sunflower seeds.
Oh my god, the Royal Signet Ring. If used in the right place, it will definitely save a lot of trouble...
"Thank you, Your Highness. I will consider this matter carefully."
In the spirit of "don't give it for nothing", Ed accepted the seal ring generously and asked Catalina to return it to Edward when the time came.
"Oh, there's one more thing besides..."
Prince Edward, who was about to turn around, suddenly stopped, turned around and asked:
"Excuse my presumption - is that black-armored knight related to you?"
If I don't tell this lie now, Catalina may not be able to continue the show:
"Yes, this person is a close friend of mine. But for some reasons, I can't tell you his identity for the time being... Please be patient and don't reveal the identity of this knight."
The prince was silent for a moment, and finally nodded slightly:
"Well, out of willingness to cooperate, I promise you, Miss Catalina. I hope this proves my sincerity."
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Through the gap in her helmet, Catalina could only see the vague phantoms of the corridor's murals and tapestries flying around her sides.
Although full-body plate armor is the most reliable armor, it also sacrifices vital vision.
Where is the assassin? Only one person? Or a group? In what direction will he attack?
Warm breathing echoed in the narrow metal cage, and every nerve in the body felt like a tight bowstring. She believes that she does not lack the courage to face her opponents directly, but the enemies lurking in the shadows are another matter...
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The roar of flames came from behind, sounding like a poisonous snake spitting a message. Catalina didn't have time to turn her head to watch, and immediately projected the barrier behind her. At the same time, she grabbed the wooden shield decorated on the wall to protect her torso and face.
This move saved her life:
Almost at the same time as the flames hit the barrier behind, an ominous black light flashed on the ceiling of the corridor.
Before Catalina could see the edge clearly, the huge impact almost knocked off the shield she had not grasped firmly.
The moment the shield was penetrated, Catalina saw clearly what was coming - a small crossbow arrow. The dark purple arrow shaped like a willow leaf penetrated the shield and drew an arc of fire on the breastplate. Get into the gap between the shoulder armor and breastplate.
Before she could react, the shadow on the ceiling quietly pounced down and attacked her.
So fast……
Katarina raised her shield to block, and a pale, burning palm hole penetrated the shield, and ignited wood chips scattered in all directions. The huge impact knocked her to the ground, and there was a lingering buzz in the back of her head.
"Sure enough...lightless iron. I knew it, little prince, you couldn't lie to me."
What on earth is he talking about?
Katarina wondered if she heard it wrong. Although her voice was obscure and hoarse, it was indeed a common language.
Through the holes in the helmet, she could barely see the assassin's face:
The tattered waiter's uniform was covered with burn marks. Under the pale skin, the dark blood vessels were as hot and shiny as the ashes of the late night. There were only two bloody holes where the ears should have been.
While trying to block the opponent's attack, she protected her helmet with her hand armor, trying to prevent him from tearing off the visor, but it was in vain.
"The time of judgment has arrived..."
The assassin murmured to himself, and the squirming black blood vessels finally burst, and flames flowed from the bloodless cheeks. A hot hand grasped Catalina's wrist, and the other hand lifted the armor's visor.
"What?! You're not..."
Seeing Catalina's face, the Burning Heart Messenger suddenly felt as if he had fallen into the ice river. The originally solemn and solemn expression of a martyr was now distorted into a painful shape.
"Me?" Seeing the surprise on the other person's face, Catalina was also confused at the moment.
The assassin became angry and shouted angrily, his palm burning with flames was about to press on the girl's gentle face.
Suddenly, a shining golden barrier crossed between the two of them, pushing the Burning Heart Messenger away.
Another barrier appeared behind the assassin, and the two barriers became tighter and tighter, sandwiching him like the food called "hamburger" that Catalina had eaten in the small restaurant.
Katarina took the opportunity to press back the visor on her helmet, turned over and stood up on her knees.
And what appeared in front of her field of vision was Prince Edward, wearing a black and gold brocade robe and holding a sword.
His Royal Highness Prince?
