In the tall building opposite the Psionic Order, three demonic followers in black robes on hot days, with a gloomy and dangerous temperament that feared that others would not recognize their identities, were sitting idly by the window.

The windows were manipulated, and the inside and outside could be seen clearly, but the outside could not see what the people inside were doing.

In front of them was a small table with glass bottles of liquids, which one of them was mixing into a strange-tasting potion.

The pungent smell of the potion filled the room, irritating people to sneeze.

"Enough Eddard, don't mix these potions anymore! it smells bad, you know!" the demonic attendant, who was holding an ancient book and constantly gesturing something, finally roared uncontrollably, and his hands were as white as a thick wall ash slammed on the table, and he felt like he was about to be assassinated by this strange stench—if he was smoked to death, it would be an assassination.

The demonic retinue named Ed rolled his eyes in disdain, but unfortunately no one could see the expression under his hood. "Hey, I don't know who the grandson who begged me to mix the potion before every battle, I have the ability to think it doesn't smell good when it is concocted, and if you have the ability, don't drink it when you fight." "As the only apothecary in the Demon's Narto Branch, Eddard's potion is amazingly effective, although it smells bad and unpleasant.

For his demonic followers, he is a very good demonic apothecary after ignoring the strange materials he uses to concoct potions and never allowing despair to be created within his perceptual range.

"Alright, stop arguing. When there is a quarrel, it is better to see if the target has a signal. A cold voice came from the mouth of the demonic retinue who had not spoken, who was the same high-ranking person who had been preaching to Enaxiline with the leader that day.

They have been here for several days, and the subjects of surveillance have not given any signal, but have maintained the good habit of walking into the association at half past nine in the morning with a cold face, and walking out of the association with a gloomy face at half past three in the afternoon.

"I don't understand, this guy gets off work every day with a gloomy face, and he hasn't figured out whether to join us yet?" the slear, white-skinned demon attendant slammed the table again.

The quality of the table is not bad, but there are a few cracks on the surface. But Ed's potion bottle was different, the fragile thin-walled glass bottle was swept by the air waves, shattering into pitiful pieces with a clatter, and the unpleasant smell of the potion inside was dripping down the edge of the table.

"......" Ed looked down at the fragments and potions on the table, coldly glanced at the demon entourage who kept the posture of slapping the table and did not dare to move, and suddenly evoked a strange and sweet smile, "Ken Rui, since you don't want to see my potion so much, then from now on, I will never! I will not give you even another bottle of potion!"

"No, no, I was wrong, Eddard I was wrong, I ......" The demonic attendant named Ken Rui began to panic, and the consequences of offending the only pharmacist in the branch were very serious, which meant that he would have to spend a lot of money to seek medical treatment if he had any illness in the future, and he would also have to bear the risk of being discovered by the association.

"Shut up. An indifferent voice reached Kenry's ears, and he immediately fell silent. Just kidding, I watched this gentleman step on the corpses of the defeated and sit in the position of deputy, in this kind of organization that manages subordinates by fear, if you want to sit in a high position, you have to step on the corpses of the defeated and unconvinced. As for the disobedient subordinates, they have only one end, and that is death.

The small room was quiet again.

"Mr. Lane, the target is out!" With the flask shattered, Ed could only look outside at the crowd to pass the time. It was at this time that he suddenly noticed that the target person walked out of the association quickly, looking more anxious and irritable than usual.

Li En took out his pocket watch and glanced at it, it was 12:52 noon in Narto time, according to the habit of the weekday goal, it is extremely abnormal to go out of the association at this time!

"Sir, there's a man behind him......! It's an A-class psionic red wolf!That damn madman!" Ken Rui heard Ed say that, and quickly leaned to the window, recognizing at a glance that the psychic envoy who always used strange constructs to deal with demons! As Ken Rui, who also used constructs to carry out long-range attacks, it seemed that Leloa, who was only seventeen or eighteen years old, was not only his fierce rival, but also the object of his jealousy and disgust.

At this moment, Leloya downstairs was angrily running down the stairs of the association, grabbed Enacillin, and blocked him in front of him: "Enough is Xilin! Look at what you have done! Go back with me! You have also made great achievements, Your Excellency will punish him lightly!" He is creating a powerful and mysterious but somewhat sick spellcasting image for Enacillin. A person who has made great contributions in the association must be powerful, and this powerful person demon entourage has not been discovered, and he has not been in contact with it until recently, isn't this a mystery? Looking at the pale complexion and wide robes, what is this not a sick and weak spellcasting system? Can it still be a melee system?

"Are you going to accuse me too? Ernacillin shook off Leloya's hand and coughed violently, his tone cold and suppressed his anger, "Ahem...... It's them, damn it!"

"Then you can't kill them without evidence! You don't have the power

Leloya yelled at him, and their argument drew a crowd to stop and watch.

Enacyrin seemed to have nothing to say, just looked at him with sharp and gloomy eyes, Leloya naturally would not show weakness, he was the reasonable party.

So the two of them were so deadlocked, Enacyrin couldn't leave, and Leloya couldn't scold.

"What's next?" Leloya's voice suddenly sounded in Enacylin's ears, this was a psionic link that Momo had specially connected for them to facilitate their communication, and the communication through this link would not be discovered by others.

"I don't know. In short, you can't be so stiff all the time, you will goof. ”

After Enaxirin said this sentence through the link, he quickly took out a drawing card from his pocket and put it against his neck, the extremely thin edge of the card did not lose any sword after hardening.

"One last word, get out of the way. He spoke extremely indifferently, lowered his head and coughed twice, as if he didn't care at all about his friendship for more than ten years.

"You ......" Leloa's eyes widened, as if she couldn't imagine her friend treating her like this.

"Hey, hey, are you trying to get serious?" Leloya tilted her head slightly, and the words that came through the psionic connection sounded shocked. Speaking of which, although Ennacyrin is two years younger than him, he has been four or five centimeters taller than him in the past few months.

"Why don't you stand here and stare at each other?" Enacillicillin replied calmly on the link, still looking cold and ruthless on the surface.

“...... Enough, you go. Sirin Holmos, from now on, we are no longer friends. When you meet, you are mortal enemies. As if compromised, Leloa exhaled heavily, said the words flatly, and then pushed Ernacillin away as if he were an enemy when he said goodbye.

Pushing Anacyrin to stagger two steps, he stared at Leloa for two seconds, his eyes closed slightly, and then as if he had finally given up something, he walked away from him without hesitation. Before leaving, he dropped a sentence:

"Hopefully I won't get a chance to meet you in the future. ”

Even if you do, it is impossible to invite you to dinner.

Enacylin, who was a little disgusted by Mingnuo, added the second half of the sentence on the psionic link.

Leloa, who almost couldn't hold back: "......"

Neurotic!

He cursed at the link before Enacillin stepped out of the link.

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Enaxirin put on a hood, his top today is very special, the collar and hood are combined to look like a fish's mouth. Even if he takes off his hood, the wide high collar can cover the lower half of his face, which looks particularly mysterious and dangerous.

Cillin's clothes were specially purchased by Enaxirin, the color is uniform black and white, and the style is gloomy and mysterious and can wrap the body very tightly.

The clothes on Enacylin's body are very long, somewhat like robes, and they are not suitable for melee combat, but it doesn't matter, he is a sick spellcaster now, as long as he attacks from a distance, as for melee combat?

With his hands in his pockets, he walked into an alley without hesitation. To be honest, this kind of dress is really hot, and if it weren't for the fact that Enacillicillin had half opened the "Ice" drawing card, he would probably be sweating profusely by this time.

Annecillin walked slowly down a remote alley, channeling the psionic energy around him and sensing three demonic retinues walking silently not far behind him.

"Do they have to go out in groups of three?" Ernacillin complained in his mind, but he didn't react much, just turned his back to them, and said in an extremely cold voice:

"How many people are in trouble?"

The three demon followers stopped, faced his back, pressed their left hand on their right shoulder, and slightly bent down to salute a demon follower. The person in front of him is a mysterious spellcaster, although he is a little weaker, but his strength is beyond doubt.

"Sir, we just feel that you need our presence now. Lien's voice was cold and respectful, "Of course, if you don't need it, we can disappear now." ”

"Huh. Anacyrin sneered, then turned to them and said:

"Of course I need your presence. Don't you want me to join you? ”

His face was obscured by clothing, and they couldn't read his expression clearly, and could only judge his mood from his words.

"No problem, sir. Before we can show you the way, though, we need to know what to call you. Ed smiled and spoke. As the only pharmacist in the branch, his status is not much lower than that of Lien, and he is better at negotiating this kind of thing than the cold and quiet Lien.

"I thought you just heard that. Enacillin let out a disdainful sneer, "Syrin Holmos." Of course, you can ignore my last name, after all, only those nobles care about such things. ”

Ed nodded, with a polite smile on his face, "I see." If you don't like your last name, we'll call you Mr. Cillin. In fact, we do prefer to call our companions by their first names. Eneracillin noticed that Ed would unconsciously use some aristocratic tones when he spoke, but would correct them as soon as he noticed them.

"Could it be that what kind of noble young master is he? The noble young master will also enter the demon retinue organization? It seems that his status is not low, this is strange...... Well, it seems that the water in which the demons follow this organization is not shallow. Enacillin was thoughtful, and the surface was still gloomy and mysterious, with a sneer hooked at the corners of his mouth.

"Whatever you want to call it, can you lead the way?"

"Of course, Mr. Cillin. ”

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