Chapter 221 [Sacred Relics]

The Countess seemed to be really scared.

The girl almost hugged Chen Xiaolian and couldn't let go, crying so hard that she was heartbroken. At this moment, it was as if a man who fell into the water had grabbed a life-saving straw.

Chen Xiaolian did not struggle or push the girl away, but frowned and sighed, allowing the countess to wipe her tears and snot on her sleeve.

After crying for a while, the countess gradually lost the strength and gradually calmed down.

"We'd better leave here as soon as possible." Chen Xiaolian glanced at her.

The countess didn't speak. Even though she was very smart, she was just a young girl who had just passed her 20s. This bloody and shocking scene was enough to break the rationality and scheming in her heart.

“Get on the bus.”

Chen Xiaolian pulled her up and helped her walk to the side of the road.

Tires took the initiative to act as the driver. Chen Xiaolian helped both the spare tire and the Countess into the back row of the car. He was about to close the door when he sat in the front passenger seat, but suddenly felt his sleeves tightening.

Looking down, I saw a slender hand tightly clasped on my wrist.

The countess looked at Chen Xiaolian with a terrified look.

Chen Xiaolian sighed, got into the back seat of the car, and sat next to her.

"We have to find a safe place." Tires breathed: "Where to go?"

Chen Xiaolian hesitated for a moment, but he remembered the suburb warehouse where he had been with Fenghuang and the others before. Although that place collapsed, the place was hidden enough.

but……

"I know there is a place." The Countess sobbed and said tremblingly: "I...I have a private studio, not too far from here, and that place is very remote. And... it is not an industry under my name, and there are not many people who know it."

Chen Xiaolian immediately made a decision: "Okay, go there!"

...

The studio mentioned in the story is actually a large house, and it even looks like a building similar to a small ancient castle.

This place is located behind a hillside and is built along the mountain. There is also a river not far away. It turns a bend here and it happens to be a depression, forming a not-so-large lake.

Judging from the scenery, it has a somewhat picturesque artistic conception.

However, at this moment, several people are not in the mood to appreciate this kind of scenery.

This is an ancient building built with pure stone. Chen Xiaolian saw that this small castle has a somewhat Normandy style, which is the standard thick stone wall and small windows.

It is obviously a bit deserted here.

The open spaces around the periphery are overgrown with weeds. The castle does not exist alone. There is a row of stables near the lake on the back... but it is already very dilapidated.

The gate of the castle was locked, but under the guidance of the Countess, Chen Xiaolian quickly found an iron chain zipper under a pile of hays, pulled it out with force and opened the gate of the castle.

"There is a back door here, which can be entered and exited with a key. Usually no one comes here, but someone comes to clean up and clean it every once in a while." The Countess explained.

"Aren't you afraid of thieves?" Chen Xiaolian looked at the desolate and secluded environment around him.

"This is England." The Countess shook his head: "I attach great importance to the private rights of private territories. And... there is nothing to steal here, it is always empty."

The first floor of the castle is very empty. There is an arched stone pillar door after entering the door, and there seems to be some traces of black rust on the walls.

The ground is quite clean. There is not a lot of dust, and it can be seen that it has not been cleaned for a long time.

There is no glass on the small window, but the oldest wooden board... If you want to open the window, you have to use a bracket to push the wooden board open.

It can be seen that these wooden windows are new, and the paint on them is obviously no more than half a year.

“There is a lounge at the back. There is a simple kitchen that can boil water. There are some simple utensils. There is also a well at the back.”

Chen Xiaolian was not interested in drinking well water. Fortunately, there was a lot of mineral water in the storage watch, so he took out a few bottles to share with everyone.

Tire glanced at him and stood up: "I'll go back and see if there is anything to use."

The spare tire sat in a clean place. Chen Xiaolian laid a blanket on the ground, and he leaned against the wall to rest.

"We... need to talk, can we?"

The Countess approached Chen Xiaolian and whispered.

In fact, she has been consciously staying by Chen Xiaolian's side and not walking far along the way. She seems to be very scared and believes that Chen Xiaolian can protect herself.

"Well, let's talk." Chen Xiaolian pointed to the steps on the ground: "Sit down and say."

After the countess sat down, he unscrewed the mineral water and took a sip.

Her body was shaking slightly.

"Those people... were coming for me, right? I mean the attack."

The countess' face was as pale as paper.

"...it should be." Chen Xiaolian nodded.

He had some judgment in his mind.

This time the London dungeon is not a competitive dungeon.

Then... there seems to be no reason for other teams to ambush here specifically to deal with their own team.

It doesn't make sense from the motivation.

As for personal grudges... the man in black who fought with him seemed to have no idea who he was at first.

It can also eliminate personal grudges.

Then... the other party's target is naturally this countess!

"Why are they coming for me?" asked the countess biting his lips.

"I'm afraid I can't answer you this question." Chen Xiaolian shook his head and said calmly: "I don't know the answer, and I don't know the other party either."

"What do they... want from me? Will it... be the same as your purpose? For that sword?"

Chen Xiaolian's heart moved.

It seems possible...

No, it's very likely!

This practice seems to make sense to attack the Countess in order to obtain mission props.

Could it be... other teams were also looking for the sword in the stone when they received a random task?

No, to be precise, is it looking for the blade of the sword in the stone?

Thinking of this, Chen Xiaolian's heart sank. He turned around and faced the countess head-on.

"I think. After what happened just now, our attitudes should have changed. I must say that the current situation no longer allows us to continue to test or go around in circles. Do you understand?" Chen Xiaolian said slowly in a deep voice: "I must now clearly know whether the sword blade of the sword in the stone is in your hands? Or where have you hidden this thing!"

"You want me to hand over this thing to you?" The Countess bravely faced Chen Xiaolian's gaze: "Then what? Will you leave after you get something? What should I do? These people want to kill me!! They have killed Stewart!!"

"you can……"

Chen Xiaolian seemed to want to say: You can call the police.

But this kind of words is too shameless, and Chen Xiaolian himself can't say it.

Call the police?

Call the police against those powerful awakened people or players?

Isn't this a joke?

Obviously, this smart girl understands this too!

So along the way, she didn't even mention calling the police.

She seemed to know very well that this terrifying attack could not be solved by calling the police.

Working alone in London...even in the suburbs, using attacks, and having that kind of terrifying and magical ability.

Such an enemy is definitely not something that ordinary police can deal with.

Call the police?

What a joke!

Only the young man in front of him seems to be able to deal with those people!!

"My family does have the thing you asked for."

The countess seemed to have made a decision in his heart!

She expressed Chen Xiaolian's answer to hope in gentle words.

"From my ancestor, the Conqueror, William, the sword was in my family.

Of course, I don’t know where this sword came from. I don’t know whether my ancestors got the sword in stone... or whether he himself was the prototype of King Arthur. In short, this thing is indeed in the hands of our family.

But what is preserved in our hands is not a complete sword in stone, but... a broken sword."

The countess told her softly. Chen Xiaolian listened quietly without interrupting her. The spare tire not far away also sat upright and listened with his ears.

"It is indeed the legendary sword in stone and the sword of the king.
To be continued...