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Vivian left, and Samuel immediately took off his shoes, leaving only a pair of stockings, and hid and waited in secret.

After a while, the commotion faded away, and Samuel slowly walked out.

(That guy should be fine, right?)

Forget it, now is not the time to care about her, Samuel said to himself.

Samuel glanced at his spatial bracelet and counted the number of Vivian and his magic bullets, which were about thirty, that is, dozens of places to place them.

Samuel knew that he was safe for the time being, so he immediately moved and walked in the direction Vivian had left.

He prayed in his heart that there would be no more traps.

Next, Samuel spent half an hour placing eight magic bullets, and this time he was surprisingly lucky, not encountering any shadow mages, let alone magic traps.

He thought that maybe this was the protection of the gods of the four directions.

Coming to the ninth place, it was not quite the same as the previous room, it was very bright, and there were at least ten chandeliers on the ceiling.

However, it was a large warehouse full of all kinds of things that I couldn't tell what it was, and it was very large.

Looking at those things, Samuel guessed that they were the materials used to make magic items. It's really spacious here, go inside, walk more than 20 rows of shelves, and actually see those flying swords in the innermost, it is estimated that it is the original shape, it is very dense, there are a lot of them, and they are packed in one after another one-meter-high wooden frames, there are fifty or sixty in a basket, and there are five large wooden frames, at least more than two hundred.

"It would be terrible to use them all. ”

Samuel thinks he should put a few more magic bullets here and blow them all up.

He put four magic bullets in this warehouse, placed them in the four directions of southeast, north, west, and north, hoping to destroy all the warehouses that seemed to be important, leaving no corner.

The mission in this place was completed, and Samuel rushed to the next location.

I was about to open the door and leave, when suddenly, there was a sound of footsteps coming this way.

Samuel immediately stepped back, held his breath, and pressed against the wall, focusing his full attention on the outside.

However, Samuel's good fortune came to an end like Hima, and footsteps stopped at the door of this warehouse.

Hanmuir reached out and gouged out his ears, vaguely hearing the footsteps outside from the owner's words.

After listening to it for a while, I heard that the other party seemed to be saying something troublesome, and I hated to guard the door or something.

Samuel probably estimated that this should be the person guarding the warehouse, judging by the footsteps just now, there should be two.

Now, Samuel is in such a predicament, the people of the Shadow Alliance have returned, right at the door, and they are still special janitors, and if they don't do something, Samuel will be trapped here.

Samuel can only force a breakthrough, and he has to find a way.

Samuel took out the invisibility potion, after all, after so long, the effect of invisibility has disappeared, and from the magic scroll he brought, he took out one of the few wind-based auxiliary magic scrolls to make his actions more agile.

He went to the deepest part of the storehouse, and tried to pick up the sword in the wooden frame, but with a little effort, he only held ten of them in his hands at most.

Samuel came to the middle of the warehouse, not too far and not too close to the door.

Standing here, let go of your hands, all the swords fell to the ground with a loud noise.

Turning around, ignoring the slight discomfort of the swords falling to the ground, Samuel immediately began to run, and since he was not wearing shoes, he did not make a sound when he ran.

Samuel ran near the entrance, behind one of the cabinets, and hid quietly.

Just as he had finished hiding, Samuel saw the door open and someone entered, one in front of the other.

The two of them said that it was so troublesome, what was going on, how could these swords be scattered on the ground, and there should be such words as if outsiders would break in, which made Samuel nervous.

The two of them began to inspect the warehouse, discussing that one would go inside, and the other would start checking near the door, to see if there was anything unusual, and to see if it was really a third person hiding here.

Samuel walked as lightly as he could to the door, if he didn't leave, there would be no chance, although he was not wearing shoes, and the soles of his feet felt rough in contact with the ground, but at this time he had to be more careful, and he must not make the slightest sound.

The other person walked towards the door, the footsteps were getting closer and closer, fortunately the door was only five meters away from Samuel, Samuel felt that there was no problem, after all, with the blessing of wind magic, after leaving this warehouse, he would speed up and run forward, and he could completely get out of this thrill.

Five meters, three meters, one meter, the door was not closed when the two came in, so that there was a gap.

Samuel, who was looking forward to leaving, didn't realize that leaving like this was a bit too smooth.

Samuel thought about passing by the door, and walked out sideways, when suddenly, all the chandeliers in the warehouse suddenly went out, and I don't know what happened, and the surroundings returned to their original darkness.

Samuel was startled and almost screamed, but fortunately remembered his situation and covered his mouth in time to calm his emotions.

Don't panic, you must not panic, this is a necessary condition for a successful assassin, no matter what situation you encounter, you must calmly judge what is most beneficial to you at the moment.

The trip was so relaxed that Samuel almost forgot that he had been an assassin, but fortunately, it reminded him of what it was like to be an assassin.

A curse came from the depths of the warehouse, scolding another person for suddenly turning off the lights.

The other person hurriedly apologized, telling the other party that if someone other than them was hiding here to make such a move, they would definitely panic in the face of the sudden darkness.

However, after Samuel left, the two of them couldn't figure out how the swords placed in the innermost part suddenly ran somewhere else. In the end, it can only be attributed to the indirect result of an adult getting angry.

Leaving the warehouse, Samuel was trying to breathe a sigh of relief, remembering what had just happened, but he couldn't let his guard down.

"Even if that guy takes most of the people away, a few will still come back. ”

Samuel continued walking, down the hallway into the next room, and stood at the door of the next room, not immediately entering because of what had just happened.

Samuel reached out and knocked on the door in front of him, the light in the corridor was dim, and he could only roughly judge that the door of the warehouse was white, and this door was a little blue, it was like a maze here, and it was easy to re-enter the room he had already walked through if he didn't pay attention.

After a few knocks, he stuck to the wall and waited for a while, but there was no movement.

Samuel was a little relieved, opened the door gently, and walked in.

Once inside, Samuel was shocked by what he saw, and opened his mouth to scream.

"This ...... Dragon's bones?"