Suddenly, although Cleo clearly witnessed the whole process, he had no time to make a reminder and could only watch the flying knife coming. Barcelona Dorni was just wearing a very thin outer shirt, which meant that if the flying knife hit, it could cause serious damage or even fatality.

Barcelona did not turn his head back, and danced the stick in his hand behind him, and incredibly hit the flying knife and knocked the weapon out directly. Then he turned around and walked towards the guy who threw the flying knife out. This time he no longer showed mercy and hit the guy's head with a sharp stick.

His stick did not rely entirely on the brute force of his arm, but used the power of his entire upper body to make his right arm fall from stillness to motion, and suddenly hit the head of the stick above the man's ear. The skull of this flying knife hand collapsed in front of Cleo's eyes. The sudden increase in the intracranial pressure made his eyes explode, and the eyeball was directly squeezed out of the eye socket, hanging on the nerves and blood vessels like thin lines, hanging on his face and swaying.

But Barcelona was not satisfied with this, so he swung the stick and walked towards another guy who was knocked unconscious. However, after thinking about it, he seemed to feel that it was not appropriate, so he threw the stick and picked up the flying knife on the ground. The flying knife was slender and could be used.

He cut off several fingers of a disgusting unlucky guy next to him. However, this guy was not the most unlucky, because Barcelona changed a partner immediately. Although the latter was beaten so hard that he could not afford to lose his mind, he did not faint.

"Stretch your hand out." Because I could only look at Barcelona Dorni's back, Cleo could not see the other person's expression, but he could imagine that the poor man stretched out his hand tremblingly. Then there was a heart-wrenching scream, and the voice clearly declared what had happened.

"Hey, Barthodoni, your behavior..." Although Essin still seemed to remain calm, the corners of his mouth began to twitch uncontrollably.

"You guys are responsible for handling it." Barcelona Donnie said coldly. "It's not difficult, right?"

Essin shut his mouth, and even the initiator could not restrain himself from showing a disgust.

"What is he doing?" Although Cleo didn't understand, he couldn't help feeling a chill on his back.

"This guy's hobby." Essin replied in a gloomy voice. "He has the hobby of collecting the finger bones of his defeated generals..."

"These... will smell bad?" Cleo suddenly mentioned this question for some reason.

"Ah, no. He will remove the meat and burn it over fire, so that even if it is made into a chain and hung on the body, it will have no smell."

Just as they were talking, Barcelona had already done what he wanted to do. He put the flesh-and-blooded things in a leather pocket. During the whole process, no one dared to interfere, and no one dared to speak out to stop him.

"Okay, you have to witness my ability, and now you have witnessed it." Barcelona Donni returned to Essin and wiped his clothes with his blood-stained hands. "What do you think of it?"

Essin was still talking, but Cleo could no longer hear anything. In front of him was not a person, but a beast in human skin! He tried hard to keep himself calm and repeatedly told himself that such a person was the right object to use. Only after this psychological preparation could he muster up the courage to face this man again.

But it took him a little too long to muster up his courage, and Essin had completed the negotiations.

"Okay, then see you tomorrow morning." Barcelona Dorni said. He didn't want to say much, so he turned around and left.

The sheriff's team, those patrols responsible for safety, never appeared. But this is normal, because it was originally done by Cleo. But to be honest, he really didn't expect to see such a scene.

"That man is a mad dog!" Essin patted his shoulder. "But as long as he bites our target, we can only temporarily tolerate his existence."

"When will we see you tomorrow?" Cleo asked. He hadn't heard the conversation at all.

"Tomorrow morning, on the street," Essin replied. "I have chosen the location."

...

Essin really made careful preparations. At least he did nothing wrong in finding a location.

It was early morning, and there were few pedestrians on the street, and Ashu Rufat appeared at the end of the street as predicted.

"That person?" asked Barthodni. He was asking Essin, because now Cleo is as far away from the monster as possible - fortunately this did not anger the other party.

"Yes, it's him." Essin replied.

The three of them are now in a small house on the street, looking out through the window.

Barcelona squinted his eyes and looked at the distance with a hunter looking at the prey slowly as he walked towards Asu Ruffatt.

"Tsk... this is useless!" he said softly, then opened the door and greeted Eshu Rufate. Cleo originally wanted to stop him, but Essin grabbed him in time and made a gesture of "let him go".

Barcelona Dorni walked up to Ashu Rufate, looking like two ordinary pedestrians who were about to pass by. But at the last step, Barcelona Dorni leaned against the side and hit the other side with force. Unpredictable, this should have made Ashu Rufate stagger. But Ashu Rufate dodged at the last moment. The two men finally rubbed slightly on the edge of their shoulders. This was just a small matter, so both did not stop, and did not even care at all, but continued to move forward.

Ashu Rufate quickly disappeared around the corner, and Barcelona stopped after walking for a short distance, standing still.

Essin and Cleo came to Barcelona.

"How is it, I'm right. That guy is also very powerful, too," said Essin.

"It's interesting... it's really interesting!" A trace of fierce light flashed in Barcelona's eyes. "It's been a long time since I met such a strong opponent. OK, I promise you! But I want to add some money... a thousand gold orli!"

"No problem." Essin agreed. He turned to look at Cleo beside him, and the latter nodded as well.

"Let me find a way to ask him out, in the noble district!" said Barcelona. "I will do the rest."

...

The old woman gently combed the black hair in her hands with the comb in her hands.

This hair is long and neat, soft and not curly, and can be seen by others. If it is replaced by an adult woman, it will be enough to increase the charm of a woman by 50%. However, even if it is placed on a teenage girl, it can fully highlight the sweetness and tenderness of a girl.

"Mother-in-law, why are you combing so slowly?" asked the little girl. She looked at the book in her hand while combing her hair.

"Because your hair is really beautiful, I want to combed it slowly." The old woman said gently. "What are you looking at?"

"History book." The little girl replied. "Mother-in-law, when did you think I will be able to grow up?"

"Why are you asking this question suddenly?"

"Because I told Jiana yesterday that I don't want to continue learning the theoretical things, I want to learn more practical things. Jiana said that when I am old enough, I can try to connect theory with practice."

"What kind of theory?"

"The book says that if you want to be a qualified king, you must not be deceived by your subordinates. So I think...If I can see what is outside, maybe I can know more. But... the outside world is different from what I think..."

"It's really a bit dangerous if you leave the palace..." The old woman smiled softly, but she didn't stop in her hand. "Even if she wants to go out, she should bring her guards."

"No, if I brought someone... then they will definitely tell the old man Scaldra! He will definitely nag for a long time and make me angry." The little girl sighed. "Mother-in-law, why do you think I am the queen, but I have to listen to Scaldra? Can't I make a decision by myself?"

"Oh, don't blame Scardra, he is for your own good. Because you are still young and don't understand many things."

"Sure enough, the problem is that I am too young? How old do I have to grow up to be old enough to make myself decide everything?" The little girl sighed again. The problem is that she is still a child, so although she is a queen, no one takes her seriously. "But the book records that... the young king is responsible for everything himself... One hundred and twenty years ago now... one of my ancestors once governed the national affairs at the age of fourteen..."

"But you are only eleven years old."

"It's only three years away! Since the ancestors of the Markremiz family can do it, I should be able to do it too... Could it be that what I lack is actually not age, but something else?"

"It may not be a problem that you are too young, maybe... you have not won the allegiance of others." The old lady said. "It is not verbal respect, but true allegiance."

"Is that so? I remember Jana taught these...but...it's just some theories, and I don't know how to do it."

"If you don't understand, then try it."

"Ah, try it?" the little girl repeated. If the old lady could see her face, she would find a ray of light suddenly burst out from her eyes. "By the way, I should try it! Although it may not affect many people, it should be able to affect... a person. By the way, what the book says."

She threw down the history book in her hand, picked up another one, and quickly found the page she was looking for.

"There are only two things that can unite human beings, common ideals and common crimes..." the little girl read softly.
Chapter completed!