Steampunk Era: Mad Abield
Chapter 1081: Section 679: Who Knows (4)_2

Chapter 1081: Section 679: Who Knows (4)_2

If there were really assassins, then no one could be sure if there were also hidden assistants near the carriage. With her child, Faye couldn’t take any risks, so she flashed back with her child, noticing the inorganic look in the assassin’s eyes when the assassin missed the first strike.

She also felt the chaotic flow approaching from the side.

She turned her head and saw the arrow already closing in, and as a mage, Mowish’s second daughter calculated its trajectory first - it would hit the child in her arms as it turned.

This discovery prompted Faye to immediately activate the Petrification Spell on herself; there was no time to use a spell formation to deal with this magic arrow. The young mother turned sideways, intending to block the arrow’s trajectory with her body - Faye understood that doing so might result in her death, but not doing so would surely lead to the child’s death.

Then a gunshot sounded.

Faye turned and saw the old man with the gun pointed at her... no, not at her, but at the arrow behind her.

The Church’s guards had already mobilized; their target wasn’t her – it could only be the assassins.

With this realization, Faye patted a Stone Skin Spell on her child, then grabbed the incoming longsword with her spellcasting right hand. The longsword, which was meant to break magic, cut through her right arm in an instant, but it still delayed the sword’s speed, ultimately lodging in Faye’s severed arm.

The next second, Faye lifted her foot and kicked the assassin in front of her directly towards her carriage.

One of the family knights pierced the assassin’s heart from behind with his longsword, and his companions started intercepting the assassins rushing from all directions.

Looking at her severed arm, Faye used spiritual energy to reconnect the detached stone arm with her body - as long as the repair was completed, there would be no damage from severed limbs, although the substantial bruising might make her right arm suffer greatly in the near future, but it was far simpler than reattaching an arm after it’s severed.

"Madam, your choice was correct. Thank the goddess, the assassination was unsuccessful." The old bishop approached, his face somewhat tense - not because of the assassination itself, but because he understood the assassin’s target.

"They must be Chaos worshipers, the assassins seem to be poor souls that have been modified." Faye had a very clear understanding of the assassin’s eyes - indeed, they were pitiful people, but when they became enemies to kill Faye’s child, pitiful people turned into hateful ones.

"So, kill them all anyway." Faye said while looking at the blood on the street.

The family knights and Church guards quickly dealt with these assassins, their opponents were troublesome, but under Faye’s spiritual energy interference, the assassins didn’t cause any disruption.

The last assassin fell on the street seven steps away from Faye, the responsible family knight pulled the longsword from the assassin’s heart, flicked away the bloodstains on the weapon, and bowed to Faye after sheathing it: "Madam, the issue has been resolved. Shall I have the messenger inform His Majesty of the situation here?"

"Yes." Faye recalled the young knight’s name, hmm... he should be the second son of a minor noble family, who joined the guards as a family knight three years ago: "Knight Boer, go to the carriage and bring a blanket for my child."

"Yes, madam, I will go right away."

The young knight stepped back three paces, then deliberately bypassed Faye and her child to run towards the carriage.

This action made Faye very satisfied - this young man understood the awkwardness of the current situation and did not presumptuously take a shortcut.

"A good young man who knows when to advance and retreat." The old bishop of the Goddess of Harvest watched the young knight open the carriage door and pull out a blanket, finally nodding.

"He’s my father’s subordinate family knight." Faye said while lifting the Stone Skin Spell from her child - a young child cannot endure spells for too long, now that the danger was gone, Faye didn’t want her child to be further affected.

The young knight with the blanket stopped three steps away from Faye, reaching out his hand and handing over the blanket.

Faye habitually used spiritual energy to lift her eldest son, while beckoning the blanket to fly over on its own.

When the blanket approached the child, Faye initially paid no mind, but when the blanket unfolded she noticed a problem - this wasn’t the blanket for the child.

Although the exterior looked identical, the internal pattern when the blanket unfolded was different.

The blanket had been swapped!

Faye tried to use spiritual energy to control the blanket, but it was completely ineffective; the blanket began to wrap around the child by itself.

No! The killer magic carpet!

Faye reached out to grab the blanket, but it was too late; she could only watch as the blanket tightly enveloped the child.

In the next second, as Faye hadn’t screamed yet, the blanket began to unwind, and at the same time, holy flames emerged from it, igniting the blanket.

Finally, in an instant, the blanket itself turned to ashes.

Faye reached out to hold her child in her arms, and the little one who passed through the ashes didn’t cry or scream, but rather smiled and leaned into his mother’s embrace.

The young knight was pinned to the ground by his startled companions.

The Church’s old bishop was truly shocked this time: "Damn it, the killer magic carpet, how did this damn artifact end up in the assassin’s hands."

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