The moment I entered my room, I sensed someone under my bed, and although I didn't go out of my way to probe with my soul sense, I wasn't too dull to notice that there were living people in my room, and the undead were born with a sensitivity to human breath. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

I pretended not to know that I was lying on the bed as usual, adjusting my body's breath to the level that humans usually sleep, and quietly waiting for the next move of the person under the bed.

The sharp blade came out of its sheath, silently piercing the bed board under me, and then accelerated violently, piercing my throat through the ribs of my back.

It's a pity that I'm not human, although the man under the bed didn't notice this, but he also saw that something was wrong, there was no blood in my body, so there was no blood left along his weapon, there was no smell of blood, and there was no rustle of blood gushing out of his body.

He left under my bed at breakneck speed and rushed to the only exit from my house, the rudimentary wooden door. I could only see his shadow, not his exact form, but that was enough.

I pulled out his weapon from under the bed, and as a direct consequence, my bed was broken in half, forgetting that weapons generally have handles.

With the precise calculations of my soul sea, I threw this long, sharp dagger and stabbed him directly into his calf, which was supposed to be stabbed into his thigh, but he dodged it at the last moment, and it was enough to lose some of his mobility.

I silently cast a rapid magic on my body, and then mobilized soul energy to increase the speed of my body, and when he just broke the door, I caught up with him and pulled him back, as if I didn't control my strength, my hand grabbed directly into his body, looking at his panting appearance I guess I won't live long, it's really a nerve-wracking mistake.

"Who sent you to assassinate me?" I cut straight to the point and asked him.

"You're not human!" That's what he said to me.

It's not nonsense, if I hadn't died a long time ago.

It seems that he will not answer this way, so it is better to save time.

So I mobilized my soul power to directly oppress his soul, scattering a wisp of soul poking out in his highly nervous soul, and it didn't take long for me to find the information I wanted, although this method was easy to use, but after using it, this person must become an idiot, with his soul strength.

Forget it, they're all human beings who want to die anyway, and there's nothing wrong with being an idiot.

I dragged this person out contentedly, and then took out the magic energy injected into the darkness by the Stygian Flame, and the black translucent flame came from the body of the Stygian Flame's knife, and I used the Stygian Flame to shake it back and forth a few times, and a smell of burnt meat came out, well, this nameless corpse has now turned into a pile of black ashes in the form of a human.

Turn around and unleash another wind spell to blow the ashes away, and you're done, just waiting to receive the life force.

Back in the room, I was surprised to find that in addition to a pool of blood, there was a black sign, picked it up and looked at it, it was wooden, it said 1524, I explored the memory of the unknown assassin I watched before, this seems to be the identity card of this assassination organization called the black wine glass, put it away first, anyway, this brand is not bound to the identity of the human being.

After cleaning the blood stains on the ground with water magic, I went to bed, and with the spatial ring in my mouth, I forced myself into a deep sleep, and judging by the memory of this assassin, there would be no assassin in the past two days.

The next day, before I could wake up, something was yelling in my ear, and when I woke up from my deep slumber and took over my body, I found it Mist, sitting on my bed, barefoot looking at the book I had borrowed, The Relationship between Contract and the World.

If the sun shines in at this time, then it will be similar to the scene when An Ling was there.

I touched her small, white feet, and she shrank so violently that the thick book slammed into my face.

"Rascal," she looked at me with a frown. "You don't close the door when you sleep?"

"Do you think there is a way to close this door?" I asked rhetorically, this question had been completely broken last night, and my bed was barely put together, but fortunately it was a kind of bed used by the poor who were not too high from the ground, otherwise I would have to sleep on the ground.

"What's the matter, wasn't it okay a few days ago?" She asked me.

"Someone assassinated me, I wonder if you've ever encountered such a thing?" I asked her.

"Someone assassinated? Are you okay then, is it Bilton? "It occurred to Mister in an instant, what a clever woman.

"I don't know who the gold owner is, the black wine glass, the assassination organization, has always been directly ordered to act, and the executor of the assassination has no contact with the gold owner." I gave her the information I had.

"There's no one else but him, really, is it worth it for me as an old woman in her thirties," Mister said, putting his hands together in his hair, his full breasts instantly revealed, but I wasn't interested.

"So you're here to pick me up today?" I asked her.

"Well, didn't I tell you a long time ago, I'll take you to choose a dress first, last time I saw your clothes don't seem to have formal dresses, and take you to feel the atmosphere of my house first, don't be too nervous." Mister preached.

It seems like I don't really have any dresses, and I didn't expect to use something like this so soon.

So we went out to dinner, and ordered me a black tuxedo, which of course must have been paid for, and at Mister's compulsion, I accompanied her to the shop all afternoon, and bought a whole bunch of things that seemed useless to me, and of course I paid for it, what did I do?

Finally, after going to retrieve the dress I had ordered at noon, it was almost time to go to the Mister family for dinner.

I've decided I'm going to eat big tonight and make up for some of my losses today. Mistre went back to change her clothes first, and she, as the master's party, naturally could not have entered her house with me.

Mister's home is in the rich gathering area in the center of Walit City, and the houses here are all tall and slender buildings made of huge stones, each of which occupies a large area, almost a small fortress, and it is enough to have a place in this place, which is enough to show that Mister's family is basically in the upper class in this city.

I can almost understand what Miste told me to get used to the atmosphere first, but unfortunately I'm immune to everything about humanity, including this invisible "potential".

"Who are you?" When I reached the door of Mister's house, the waiter at the door took the initiative to ask me.

"Antru Bright," I replied.

"Hello, Mr. Antru, please come to the living room with me first, our head of the house is now meeting with more important guests, please wait for a while, for which I apologize to you on behalf of the head of the house." After the waiter finished speaking, he led the way in front.

In that case, let's wait. I followed the waiter around to the guest room.