Chapter 31 Intercept in front of Kyoto

Ten miles away from Kyoto, a long row of knights wearing brown armor came. Among the pair of knights, a group of few black-armored knights were sanitating a black carriage and slowly heading towards Kyoto.

"Young Master, you're about to get home!" Old Quino got into the car and locked the car door to death, looking at Griffili, whose body had basically recovered.

"Yeah"! Griffili just responded casually, and there was no joy on his pale face, nor any worries about being close to home. His face was cut like a knife, his blue eyes, golden curly hair, and his purple aristocratic costume made him look even more handsome. He looked a little foolish.

When Heip passed by Pujing Fortress, he followed the arrangement of Old Quino, left two thousand people and returned to the station. When he was leaving, he hugged his nephew who was already a fool in his eyes and sighed heavily.

Even the palace mage could not see the reason, but Griffili was tortured every three days. Although he was still so shocking that his skin was cracked, Griffili, who had mastered some tricks, could always pass it easily, and it was easier every time. The riot power in his body was stronger and stronger every time. Of course, this power only appeared when he was sick, and he could always comfort this inexplicable power in time. Only he knew that in fact, he just sootheed the eye and stroked his right eye with his hands again and again.

Griffili roughly guessed that the eye was probably a little behind his right socket. "So, if one day I dug out my right eyeball, will she appear in my socket and show the world her peerless face?" When he was too naive about his thoughts, he could feel the eye in his mind cheering, which scared Griffili!

The existence of every life has a different meaning, and every unusual time travel can always bring incredible adventures. Griffili's adventure is the eye in his mind. Perhaps because of the existence of that eye, he has traveled to become the soul of this carrier. But this eye controls the powerful power when he was sick, or the origin of that power is that eye. Looking at the soft couch that had been pinched off by him, Griffili showed a strange smile.

"Since you are in my body, then give me strength!" Griffili raised his arms and clenched his fists. A crisp sound of his bones came, and the bloated muscles stretched out the originally loose sleeves tightly.

The smiling old Quino looked at the young master repeating this movement several times a day, with a peaceful look on his face.

A stingy sound came, and Griffili quickly turned into a dementia. Although he was not drooling, his blank eyes looked straight at the roof of the car, and his hands grabbed the corners of his clothes and repeatedly pinched it, making Vile who came in without feeling anything abnormal.

"There is the moonlight ridge ahead. Do you want the black cavalry to touch it first and then go over!" Weir gently flattened Griffili's sleeves. He was just over thirty years old and looked at the young master beside him with pity, but this was what he said to Old Quino.

Old Quino did not answer immediately, but led Steman out of the carriage and looked at the gorge with a faint mist in the middle of the hill ahead.

Wangyue Ridge is a natural barrier at the northern gate of Kyoto, blocking the magnificent city walls behind it. There are vague villas built by many nobles among the lush trees on the ridge. The canyon that was artificially opened up to a total of 2,000 meters in the middle is the only passage for the empire to enter Beijing in the north. It is less than five miles from the northern gate of Kyoto, and the nearest station of the Lion Heart Knights is only twenty minutes away.

"Since I can bring the young master here from the dark place, I can also bring the young master home from here!" Old Quino's words seemed to be answering Vill's previous question, and it seemed to be deliberately telling them to the several palace mages around him.

But Vir knew that Old Quino had rejected his previous proposal, although it was safer to do so. Moreover, if someone wanted to give up and kill Griffili, Wangyue Ridge would undoubtedly be their last chance outside Kyoto.

"Young Master, are you afraid?" Old Quino asked the fool around him in the surprised eyes of others.

"Well! Old Quino, why are you afraid? Are there jackals inside?" Griffili's words made everyone shake their heads. It turned out to be a fool!

"There are no jackals inside, but there are things that are more sinister than jackals!" Only Old Quino replied softly, which looked like he was teasing a fool. Several palace mages had even exposed their ridicule on their faces.

"Give me a gun, I will protect Old Quino." Although Griffili was stupid, his simple mind immediately made several palace mages stalemates in their faces of ridicule that had not yet had time to bloom.

They can laugh at a person's stupid image, but they cannot laugh at the person's excellent character!

"Okay!" Old Quino seemed to believe the words of this foolish young master. He took a gun from the hand of the Hei Qi next to him and handed it to Griffili.

As soon as the cold and heavy seven-foot spear was bought, a boiling emotion spread across Griffili's chest. Under the infection of this emotion, the lurking power in the body began to move.

"A good man should be a rampant with a gun!" Griffili, who almost shouted this passionate slogan, immediately handed the steel gun to his left hand, and quickly stroked his right hand to his eyebrows to comfort the unwilling eyes.

"Young Master, I will take you over!" Old Quino took Griffili's right hand that had just dropped. Under the sanitation of a group of black armored knights, Griffili, who had originally walked relaxed and natural, felt a tragic smell from the black riders beside him.

In front of them, a caravan consisting of more than a dozen carriages was resting at the entrance of the valley. From a distance, a large group of knights were about to enter the entrance of the valley. The caravans who were resting stood up immediately under the command of the boss. Instead of dispersing the vehicles to make way, they entered the canyon first. The guards behind the caravan were tall and big, and they looked behind from time to time, and then muttered something in a low voice.

The leader of the leading Gladiolus Knights was about to step forward and scold him, but was stopped by Old Quino with a look, "Some clowns jumping, how about he should do it!" Although this tone was arrogant, it also showed the extremely confident side of the old housekeeper.

Once a caravan without background meets a noble on a narrow section of road, even if he lifts the carriage into the ditch, he has to make way for the nobles. This has become an unwritten rule within the Holy Alliance.

Obviously, the caravan in front of them either ignorant of raising their heads or had other plans. As for the picture, everyone around Griffili could think of it with their toes.

Is this the so-called conspiracy here? Cape Griffili gently evokes a sarcastic ridicule. If this is a conspiracy, are these supporting actors who carry out the conspiracy too unprofessional?

Griffili naturally would not think that those big men who wanted to kill him were all pigs. The only thing that is understandable is that if there is really an ambush in the canyon, then the convoy in front is bait, tempting them to focus all their attention on the caravan, and the real killing comes from...

Griffili, who had entered the canyon for hundreds of meters, suddenly looked up at the cliff beside him. After careful digging, the exposed bluestone on both sides were smooth and straight, and green mosses meandered along the gaps of the bluestone, adding a pleasant tone to the boring cliff wall! The dense trees on the cliffs covered the sunlight on their heads tightly, bringing a dark chill to the people walking at the bottom of the valley, so that they all ignored the faint fragrance of laurel.

"Isn't it time for the laurels to bloom?" Griffili wanted to ask the old Quino around him about this question, but when he opened his mouth, he remembered that he was a fool now. So he immediately asked a question that only fools would ask, "Old Quino, you accompany me here to catch the golden-winged bird at this time every year. Why don't I see any of them now?"

This question asked...

I don’t know whether it’s intentional or unintentional. In short, this sentence is almost shouted in a tone of exclamation, but it makes others have nothing to say after hearing it. Perhaps only fools will deliberately care about these trivial matters!

Then, almost the next moment they finished sighing, all the people who had entered the canyon stopped, and the mages had even supported the magic shield, and a drop of cold sweat slid down their foreheads.

Yes, although the fool's words are ridiculous, they reveal the mystery in one sentence. This forest is so big, why can't even smell a bird's cry except for the sound of horse hooves and the friction of weapons? The only possibility is that this section is less than fifty meters high, and there are enough people lying in the forest on the cliff, so many birds dare not stop here.

The caravan in front naturally heard Griffili's silly exclaim. The four guards behind the pads shook almost at the same time. Just as the knights behind stopped the mage to open the shield, they turned around and drew out their weapons. Together with more than thirty warriors disguised as buddies behind them, they showed their hideous faces to Griffili and the others.

Almost at the same time, a loud whistle sounded over their heads, like a prelude to the soul-catching song.

A sound of "swish..." The crossbow arrow breaking through the air came from the top of his head...
Chapter completed!