Chapter 141: Assassination

  The tinkling and lingering sound of the piano is like a clear spring, each note is like a delicate jade bead, just listening to this piano sound can make people drunk with joy.

  A large chair was covered with a thick, soft white bear skin. A tall and slender young man leaned against the back of the chair, his feet resting on the head of the bear, one hand supporting his cheek on the armrest, half-closing his eyes, quietly gazing at the person playing the piano in the room.

  Not far from him, behind a curtain of gauze, the curtain was like a thin silk, with a faint gold edge rolled up, and the thread between the beads was actually pure gold!

  Behind the curtain, a slender figure sat there, with a harp in front of her, ten slender fingers slowly plucking, the strings trembling, and the beautiful sound that was almost dizzying jumped out like magic.

  The woman turned sideways to the curtain, with a long hair scattered down, soft and smooth on her side and back. The hair was actually a rare pale purple! Coupled with that black veil dress, just this sideways shadow has already made people feel a few points of strange beauty.

  The face on the side, with a slightly pointed chin, but the contours of the cheeks are round and full. The bridge of the nose is straight, and the skin is as white as jade, such a face should be charming and moving. But what's surprising is that between the eyebrows, there seems to be a hint of coldness, and if you look closely, the corners of the eyes are slightly raised, which adds a few points of wildness to this face.

  What's even more astonishing is that this originally beautiful face, when viewed from the side, has eyes with irises of a faint purple color, with only the pupils jumping out in black.

  Under the black veil was a slender figure, thin shoulders, a full chest from the side, and a waist that could be grasped in one hand. Even more enticing were the outlines of the plump and straight legs under the black veil, as well as the snow-white bare feet stepping on a soft fox fur.

  That tall young man listened with some infatuation, and suddenly stood up unconsciously. His tall figure was straight, but not fat at all. He walked towards the curtain in big strides, slowly stretching out his hand to lift it open.

  The woman playing the piano inside showed no reaction, but continued to play the melody that sounded more and more like a magical sound. The tall young man's eyes flashed with a hint of infatuation. On his originally somewhat delicate face, a hint of fervor gradually emerged...

  Finally, his footsteps approached one step at a time, he stretched out one hand, as if wanting to touch the zither-playing woman... Just when his fingertips were about to touch the woman's cheek...

  "Ding"

  The last note of the piano sound screeched to a halt!

  It was as if the magic had been broken, and the young man suddenly shook his body, his face also restored to clarity. He looked at his hand, which had already stretched out and was about to touch the other person's cheek, and couldn't help but open his mouth and smile awkwardly.

  "For the last time."

  The woman didn't raise her head, but gazed calmly at the strings. Her voice was cold as jade: "Your Highness, this is the last time. If there's a next time, I guarantee your hand won't be on your wrist anymore."

  She said this with a tone that was cold and detached, as if she were saying something completely trivial rather than issuing such a harsh warning.

  The smile on the man's face became more and more awkward, he withdrew his hand and put it behind his back: "Guqin... Ah, the sound of your guqin, I've thought about it for a long time. The way you play... really resembles him."

  The woman finally turned her head around, facing the man directly. But to everyone's surprise, that face which should have been stunningly beautiful was only half there!

  Half of his cheek was covered with an iron mask, which followed the curve of his eyebrows and nose down to cover half of his face, revealing only his eyes.

  Such a beautiful face, under this iron mask, looks incredibly sinister.

  This woman was, of course, Via.

  "Your Highness Kokoran, what you said doesn't concern me. But what I say...I hope Your Highness will remember it well."

  Weiya's eyes didn't waver at all, and she gently loosened her grip on the strings, tucking both hands into her sleeves.

  Kokoran smiled, the awkward color on his face faded away, and he seemed to be very relaxed: "Miss Via... ...it seems that this is not the attitude towards an ally."

  "I don't care about these things." Via said coldly: "You are just my protective target, as long as you don't die within a hundred days, that's all. As for other things, even if your hands and feet were broken, I wouldn't care."

  Koko Lan burst out laughing and turned around to walk back to her own chair, leaning against it afterwards as she gazed at Via with a somewhat dissatisfied expression: "I've always found it strange, your teacher, are all of his disciples weirdos like you? I heard that in your empire, the crown prince who likes men is also one of your teacher's disciples?"

  Via walked slowly over, quietly kneeling down on a piece of fur not far in front of Kekolann. Her eyelids drooped low as she said coldly, "Correcting you... I am not a person of the Byzantine Empire, so please do not use words like 'your empire'."

  Koko raised an eyebrow: "Oh? Which country are you from? Lantisian or Free Territory?"

  Wei Ya's expression remained cold: "Does a person necessarily have to belong to a country?"

  Keke Lang was stunned for a moment, then shook her head: "Okay, I won't ask anymore."

  He frowned and said, "Your teacher... Alas, why did he send someone like you. This woman looks good, but her personality is too boring. At first, it was quite pleasant to look at you, but after a long time, the aura around you can freeze people to death."

  "Being numb is better than being stabbed to death."

  Wei Ya closed her eyes.

  Khokhol language jam.

  Because he couldn't refute this woman.

  In fact, in the last three days, if it weren't for this woman's protection, he would have almost died at least three times!

  The first time, when he rode a horse, he was dissuaded by the woman when mounting, and later discovered that there was a one-inch-long sharp needle hidden under the saddle! It was concealed under the saddle, and if you didn't look carefully, you couldn't see it. But once you got on, you would be stabbed in the thigh. After checking, the sharp needle had been smeared with a kind of strange poison, according to the witch doctor's words, that poison could even knock down a dragon!

  The second time, this woman inspected his bedroom and pointed at a vase in the bedroom asking: Who arranged this?

  It was a rather rare flower, but it's said that its fragrance is refreshing and liked by many noblewomen of Odin. However, this flower is rarely seen, so it's also quite expensive. Originally, Koko Lan didn't pay attention to such trivial matters. But the attitude of Viya, who seemed to be facing a great enemy, made Koko Lan realize that something was wrong.

  Later, Wei Ya explained: It turned out that Keke Lan had a habit. He would drink a kind of wine every day, and this wine contained a flavoring agent used for preservation. Many people knew about this habit.

  Originally, this flower was harmless and non-toxic when viewed separately. However, the spice in the wine that Keke Lan drank, once combined with the fragrance of this flower, would produce a strange toxin. This toxin would not show any symptoms in the short term, but would slowly erode the person's body, first making them lazy, then weak and powerless. Once it accumulated to a certain degree, it would suddenly cause the person to fall ill, eventually leading to vomiting blood and death!

  Wei Ya also stated: Such a poisoning method must be done by an expert who is well-versed in medicine.

  Kokoran was initially skeptical, but after investigating, she finally discovered that the maid in charge of arranging her room was actually a spy sent by another Odin prince who opposed her!

  It was just last night that Koko Lan discovered a new dancer, and during the performance, halfway through the dance, Vya suddenly sprang up from her seat, drew a dagger from her waist, and stabbed the beautiful dancer in the throat! At the time, Koko Lan was shocked, while Vya silently returned to her seat, calmly wiping the bloodstains off the short sword with a silk handkerchief. When Koko Lan asked for an explanation, Vya only replied with one sentence: "The woman's fingernails." Later, after careful examination, it was discovered that the dancer's left index finger had been deliberately thinned to be sharp as a knife edge, and a special poison had been applied to the gap between her nails. If this thin nail scratched human skin, even if only slightly, the poison would penetrate and spread throughout the body within ten days, rendering the victim completely incurable! The skin would begin to itch, and fifteen days later, the entire body would rot and die!! After learning of this, Koko Lan's expression changed, his heart already deeply entrenched in darkness.

  That dancing girl, that night was originally prepared to serve herself! If it wasn't for Viya, at night, undressing and facing each other naked, in the midst of passion, she would lightly stroke her own body, and she wouldn't even notice! At that time, she would probably be dead for sure!

  After these three times, Coco Lan finally conceded defeat to this icy beauty.

  He was originally skeptical of the mysterious Byzantine ally who sent someone to protect him, and with his own abilities as a top-notch strongman, he wasn't afraid of assassination.

  And so for the third time, he was convinced!

  Afterwards, Keke Lan couldn't help but ask Via: "How many ways of assassinating people do you actually know?"

  Viale thought for a moment: "In the past 300 years on the mainland, I have seen all known assassination cases. Summing up, there are 114 kinds of completely different techniques."

  "How many kinds do you know?"

  "One hundred and fourteen kinds."

  Kokolan sighed: "To be able to teach a disciple like you, the first wise man of Byzantium, Kavihir. His own words, I don't even know how to describe the task."

  Kavi sits there now, with a calm expression, those wise and gentle clear eyes quietly gazing into the distance.

  There was a long street, and on the street there was an eating house, and Kavihril sat at the window of the second floor.

  And his gaze fell upon a place on the street, where Xia Ya was walking by with an expression of leisure.

  Kavihill seemed to let out a soft sigh. He muttered to himself: "Meeting him so soon, is it really suitable?"