Musha at 5:40 p.m.

At this moment, the sky is getting dark, but thanks to the auction, the top of the mountains is still prosperous, and the traveling merchants and nobles from all over the Gable do not plan to miss this rare spectacle.

However, the little mage didn't care about it.

She walked through the crowd like a ghost, and her black princess dress was so dazzling in the twilight of the night, but none of the passers-by noticed the little girl passing by them, as if she didn't exist at all.

- Invisibility.

Although it was only a small trick, in Monia's hands, it was unexpectedly useful - the time spent begging for a living in the underground world of the Eagle City, although it was only a small moment in her long life, but the impact on her was extremely far-reaching, it was thanks to that precarious time, she learned to be cautious, learned how to kill, learned how to walk without making a sound, learned how to accidentally snatch their money bags when passing by people - the last point is especially important, If she hadn't snatched the chubby old man's money bag, I'm afraid she would have missed out on the Mughal Mage Academy, and would always be just a "little rat in the sewers".

Her thoughts wandered away inadvertently, but the mage didn't care too much - the surging crowd was her best cover, and the worry about following someone here was not whether it would be discovered, but ...... How to ensure that the other party is not lost - for the stalker, the vast sea of people is both a cover and a constraint.

Although she didn't leave a mark on the other party out of caution, with her five senses that were far beyond the scope of a normal human, she still hung tightly behind her target.

Her target, a young man, was of aristocratic origin in terms of dress and mannerisms, and she was quite vigilant in her actions, and did not immediately get up and leave the auction venue after being cared for by the Holy Heart, but waited until the last lot of the auction was over, and then followed the large group out of the venue, and then did not return directly to her residence, but after a good "play" in various places on the top of the mountains before embarking on the way home.

The heart is good, but it's a pity that it's still too tender.

If it's just ordinary tracking and anti-tracking, it's a good means to get rid of the tracker that may exist behind you by relying on the flow of people, but among professionals, it's undoubtedly too naïve to get rid of tracking in such a lame way - mages and clergy with many means, even ordinary mercenaries, after locking on the target, will find an opportunity to sprinkle powder with a special smell on the target, so that as long as the other party doesn't run too far, Mercenaries can find the location of their stalkers with the help of specially trained hounds.

The mage shook his head, not seeing the other as an equal adversary.

just hung behind him in no hurry, and from time to time he also held a few "fat sheep".

This is not a professional habit, in fact, the mage has not been in the old business for a long time, firstly, his current status is very different from before, and he no longer needs to beg for a living at the bottom and run for his daily livelihood; The second is that she herself doesn't like this kind of behavior of destroying the rules and order of society for nothing, and she used to have to do it as a last resort, but now although she is not rich, the accumulated wealth is enough to make her worry about food and clothing for a long time, if she still can't control her own hands, even she will hate herself.

But...... Sometimes it's good to rely on this hand to punish some disgusting guys.

Probably thought it would be a fairy prank, right?

Monia shook the bulging money bag in her hand, and a wicked smile appeared on her face - for those guys who do things to women at every turn, her approach at this time is already quite gentle, if it is in Lorentan, the city of eagles, the mage who is backed by the school, will definitely give those guys a lesson that will never be forgotten.

Pity...... This is the top of the mountains...... It is not the sphere of influence of the Mughal school.

No matter how reckless she is, the mage should think carefully about the terrible consequences that may result - she is not a person now, but a member of the mission on behalf of the Elven Forest, and if an incident arises because of a moment of anger, it is likely to put the nascent Elven Nation in a rather dangerous situation.

Gable, after all, is a nail in the Church's insertion into the central and southern parts of the continent, if this mission fails and cannot change the position of those big people on the top of the mountains, the Church's coalition army can not only make up for the shortcomings in the supply line, but also mobilize the powerful military hidden in the peaks of the mountains, and put great pressure on the Elven Forest at a critical moment - and even, it is not impossible to directly send troops to form a situation of two sides.

The promise of the new god side naturally can't be taken too seriously, and the key is to rely on its own strength.

Unfortunately, it takes time to become stronger, and what the elves lack now is precisely time - the enemy will not give them time to grow, starting with the Elven Forest to seek independence, no- even earlier, the church was already planning a westward expedition, otherwise how could it have prepared for the coalition in less than a few years, coordinated the interests of all parties, and completed the preparations for war?

So—

Gotta win! Only victory can win time, only victory can fight for survival!

The mage clenched her fists unconsciously—no matter what her original purpose of coming to the Elven Forest was, this had become her home, a home that she could not part with or abandon.

So—

Can't lose!

Monia looked up, her crimson eyes were brighter than ever, and her pupils glowed with an indescribable glow, as if a blazing flame was burning.

And then—

"I almost lost it......"

The little mage who was seriously distracted touched his nose a little embarrassed, and the momentum and majesty just now disappeared like this, leaving not even a trace behind, as if it had never existed. (—That's right, when did you get the illusion that Monia would have such a superfluous thing as imposing and majestic?) ）

Fortunately, it didn't really follow.

The young man's perception was disturbed to a considerable extent after turning into an alley, and it was thought that it was some kind of enchantment used to shield tracking spells, which had a very good confusing effect on mid- and low-level professionals, and was probably the work of an archmage within the school. Unfortunately, this is of limited use to her, who has the blood of the primordial elves—however, it also serves as a reminder to her—arranging a spell enchantment in the downtown area is a real deal, and although it is unlikely to be discovered, this kind of behavior is equivalent to a slap in the face to the local church, which is tantamount to provocation.

Monia's Mughal school is a fairly prominent school in the northern part of the continent, and its influence in Lorendam can almost influence the change of throne - but even so, it is still quite cautious in its contact with the Church of the New God, still following the old rules of seclusion.

"Seems to be quite a strong school—"

Sighing, the mage didn't stay long, and after the invisibility was lifted, he went straight into the alley.

The reason why the stealth technique was lifted was not because she was worried that she would be perceived by the target, but because in this alley, the possibility of encountering a school mage was greatly increased - the school mage might not care about the mistaken entry of strangers, nor would she remember the physiognomy of everyone within the school, but with the blessing of the stealth technique, she must be as conspicuous as a glowing insect in the dark in the eyes of those high-level mages, and someone would definitely be interested in her.

It's not that she's afraid of high-level mages, it's just that if she can, she doesn't want to make trouble.

So, Monia was like a real little girl jumping up and down the road, with an innocent smile on her face, her long black hair fluttering in the wind, and the princess dress that matched the night rose and fell with her steps, even if she looked at it from a distance, there was a touching beauty.

But alas, this beauty is not appreciated.

Maybe she was too careful, there were no school mages patrolling along the way, no-let alone school mages patrolling, there weren't even a few people in this alley, and that kind of lax atmosphere made the mage almost can't help but go into stealth again, and followed behind the target.

But luckily, she held back.

- It was also luck, after walking about a dozen or so Musa, she was keenly aware that a cold gaze stopped slightly on her, and several detection spells were applied to her body, and after getting the feedback of the spells, she seemed to feel that she would not make a big deal for an ordinary person, and after simply burying a spiritual suggestion into her spiritual world, the sense of peeping faded as abruptly as when she arrived.

After waiting for a while, not sensing the other party's arrival again, Monia breathed a sigh of relief quietly - what a sinister guy, he actually set the checkpoint in the middle - if he had relaxed his vigilance before because of the appearance of laxity, then it would be easy to be exposed in this round of detection.

But...... It should be a smooth road after that, right?

Easily dismissing the hints buried in her spiritual world, the mage smiled heartily as she watched her target enter a nondescript house.

- That's the smile of the hunter who finds his prey.

Next...... It's almost time for the harvest......

PS: Happy Dragon Boat Festival, well, the provincial exam is unsatisfactory, I hope ...... No, you have to pass the interview.