This was the first time Lobita had seen the power of magic, and of course it would have been the second time if she had done the little trick of exchanging water for wine that Jamila had done at the inn. After they went straight from the administrative district to www.biquge.info the business district, Jamila led him to a small alley, and "inserted" the staff straight into the ground, instantly surrounded by a circle of light blue light, he felt confused, top-heavy, in order to resist this force, he blinked his eyes slightly, and then, he found that what he saw was completely different from the previous second, this was no longer the dirty alley where sewage flowed and mosquitoes bred just now, Instead, the interior walls and floors are decorated in a dark orange tone, mainly in teak wood. The rose-colored glass chandelier on the dome embellishes this very aristocratic style home with a touch of romance, and the glassware that can be seen everywhere is crystal clear and colorful under the background of the chandelier light, and they are now in the main room.

Lobita now only has the adjectives "elegant" and "noble" in her mind. In his impression, the only decent house he has ever visited may be Kerick's house, and Kerick's "mansion" that many civilians envy is just a three-story small attic, which is a world of difference. It seems that the owner of this real mansion is either rich or noble, and the occupiers of the Kaiser royal court did not build a new mansion in a big way, so it is very likely that this mansion belongs to a wealthy merchant or a certain family in Dumar. After the Kaiser court occupied Dumar, out of the need to appease the upper class of Dumar and stabilize its rule, it did not destroy the houses of the former rich families or seize their property, but established more complete laws to protect their private property rights, so as to win reconciliation with the upper class.

Why, then, did Jamila, who had been talking to Margauk before, come to the house of a large family in Dumar again, and teleported directly to his house in such an impolite way. Lobita soon had a bad guess: Could it be that he wanted to assassinate? Thinking of this, Lobita suddenly became alert, on the one hand, for Jamila, and on the other hand, for the guards who might be present in the house.

"Okay, Lobita, you don't have to be so careful, we are here to visit the owner of this house, you can't forget the etiquette." Jamila seemed to see through Lobita's intentions, and put away her staff as she spoke.

"Giggles, the arrival of distinguished guests, the disappointment of welcome. Come on, please take a seat, the old man will entertain the distinguished guests. Suddenly, an old but somewhat witty voice came from the shadows. Soon, the lights in the dim places around them came on, and behind them, an old man on crutches walked towards them. The cane seemed to be very chic, and he made no sound with each tap on the floor, and the old man walked past them and sat down at the rectangular table beside him. "Come, sit down, the old man can't be missed

Hospitality. ”

Lobita hesitated for a moment, and saw that Jamila did not hesitate to take a seat nearby and motioned for him to sit down as well, which took a seat next to Jamila. Although he sat down, he still peeked at Jamila's expression while secretly observing the old man's movements. Learning to read words and emotions was an important skill he learned from Kerick. At this time, the servant brought black tea and snacks, and Jamila took the teacup directly from the plate brought by the servant, and sat there quietly drinking tea, the old man also had a slight smile on his face, and several wrinkles were squeezed together. After observing for a while, seeing that the two of them did not make any unnecessary movements or speak, their hearts were filled with more doubts, and their vigilance was further deepened.

In the end, it was Jamila who spoke first: "This black tea is really delicious." It seems to be tea from Grinterel. You've tasted so good that you've gotten these teas from the elves. ”

"Haha, Dumar is known as the distribution place of Pistor, I'm not afraid that we don't have money, I'm afraid that they don't have goods, living in a commercial capital, what kind of strange things and treasures can't be obtained." The old man laughed heartily, and his words were full of pride in his hometown.

"Of course. With you leading the way, the merchants of Dumar have made a lot of money, thanks to your efforts. Jamila continued to compliment the old man opposite.

"That's a shame, what I've done is a little bit of a triviality compared to you." The old man also praised Jamila. But this made Lobita feel a little embarrassed.

"Hehe, you're laughing. But speaking of which, what did you think about the thing I talked about? Jamila became a little more serious, and it seemed that she was getting to the point.

"This kind of thing, you let me think about it, in fact, I don't have a choice, your tendencies are too strong. Truth be told, I've rarely seen you express such strong emotions and overflowing magical energy in your letters. The old man smiled and continued to "shake his burden."

What is it that makes Jamila, who has not almost revealed her true feelings in front of Lobita, show such intense emotions in the letter? Lobita looked at her face as she wondered to herself.

"This kind of thing is destiny for you, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it is an edict from God. I hope you think about it for the sake of Dumar and don't shirk it. ”

"Hahaha." The old man continued to laugh, and suddenly pointed at Lobita and said, "Have you also invited a note-taker to attend such an important matter?" ”

"I'm sorry, he has to stay here. Rest assured, he'll keep it a secret. Jamila spoke to the old man in an irrefutable tone, which made Lobita break out in a cold sweat. You know, he is an undercover agent hand-picked by Marigauk, Yamila actually said that he would keep it a secret, is Yamila going to use the words of the other side as a handle, no matter how you look at her, she doesn't look like a person who wants to talk to the other side sincerely. Lobita felt like her head was about to explode, and it was difficult to process the various information contained in the conversation, after all, he was still sixteen years old and too immature, even more naïve than the "seemingly Lori" in front of him.

"I'm sorry, I can't give you an answer in person." The old man stared into Jamila's eyes and rejected her very directly.

Jamila was about to continue talking, when suddenly gunshots were heard from all around, and then a man was heard shouting: "Someone wants a master, someone is coming!" Come and protect the master!! Then a projectile slammed across Lobita's face, and it went straight into the teak table. He reacted quickly, lifting the chair next to him, clinging to the edge of the table, and looking around to see if the enemy had entered the main chamber. Jamila on the side did not draw her staff, her eyes were closed, her lips moved slightly as if she was chanting a spell, and soon the whole room was filled with a strange illusion similar to the six-sided light edge, no doubt this was due to Jamila's spell.

Outside soon erupted in a dense burst of gunfire, apparently as the guards and the Assassins engaged in a fierce exchange of fire. Lobita soon knew that something was wrong, knowing that the Assassins had always been dormant in the shadows, killing them with a single blow, and now that they were easily spotted and openly engaged in an exchange of fire with the guards, the gunfire was so dense that there were definitely a lot of people on the other side. With so many people being able to bring in, it is only possible that they are already lurking in the city, after all, the main gate of Dumar is heavily guarded and the security checks are strict, and it is impossible to say that bandits from a certain barren mountain and wilderness have entered Dumar in groups. And the organized Assassins in the city seem to have absolutely nothing to do with the Kaiser court. Thinking of this, he was even more scared and even more confused, who is this old man? It was able to attract the assassination of the Kaiser royal court.

"Knock" - one side of the door was pushed open, and Lobita turned sharply and saw several wounded guards: "Master, get out of here quickly, this house is about to be surrounded by enemies!" We, we're almost unstoppable! ”

God, it's not at all, it's just a blatant offense. Lobita could already feel the scorching flames outside the window, and it could even be said that the building was "brightly lit", and a large number of so-called assassins had surrounded them inside the building.

"Okay, Lord Jamila, then you will be asked to protect the old man, if you can get out of here safely, I will promise you, nothing else." The old man stood up slowly, pulled out a short knife from a mechanism in the table, pressed it on the table and slid it towards Lobita, "Boy, after all, you are one of Lord Jamila's people, you can't just die here. Lobita caught the short knife and held it in one hand, he clearly felt the weight of the knife.

"Master, come with us, let's cover." The guards surrounded the old man, alternately shielding and protecting the old man from the main room, and Jamila and Lobita followed closely. They walked up the stairs layer by floor, and many of the wounded guards immediately went downstairs to join the battle after receiving some simple bandages, but judging from the continuous movement of the wounded from the upper floors, the enemy also advanced up the stairs, layer after floor, and the lower floors gradually lost, and the stairs were sprinkled with the blood of the wounded soldiers, and the walls that had been painted with various bright murals were also bloodstained, and a smell of blood rushed straight into Lobita's head, making him a little dizzy. The stimulus made his hand tremble a little, and he steadied himself, holding the knife tightly with both hands, pressed against his chest, careful to guard against possible attacks in all directions.

After walking for a while, Jamila discussed with the old man in front of her that she and Lobita would break the way, and let the wounded soldiers go up first, because there were gradually no wounded soldiers downstairs to send them, and it was conceivable that the soldiers who remained on the ground floor were either all killed, or they were determined to resist to the end, and buy them time, and the enemy would soon catch up. The old man hoped that at least Jamila would stay with him, for most of the guards around him were wounded. In the end, while going upstairs to discuss, the result was the queen of Lobita. In fact, this resolution can be regarded as Lobita's own half-push and half-approval. Because he knew that the enemy was coming from all directions, and he would never be so stupid as to really advance layer by layer, they could attack the old man and his party from the windowsill, from the rooftop, anytime and anywhere. Secondly, Jamila also said that she was able to sense Lobita's every move and the enemy's every move in the spell barrier she had opened before, and was able to cast a spell to save him at the moment when his life was really in danger.

Came to the corner of a staircase, he looked out of the window slightly, and saw some people with torches hiding in some of the makeshift bunkers downstairs, some people opened their bows to shoot arrows or guns into the house, Lobita hurriedly leaned down to dodge, but with the corner of his eye saw a black thing sticking in through the window, and looked up to see that it was a hook claw firmly encased in the window, he hurriedly swung his knife to cut off the rope of the hook claw, as soon as he approached the window, a hand suddenly stretched out from under the window and gave Lobita a hard blow, In the middle of the left shoulder, he fell backwards, the back of his neck slammed on the steps, almost fainted, his slightly squinted eyes felt that there was a black shadow in front of him, so he tried his best to put the short knife in front of him, the tiger's mouth was numb, and the confused Lobita knew that he had actually blocked an attack, and it was this shock that made him a little sober, rolling to the side and standing up with the help of the wall's reluctant support, the other party did not hesitate to wave the long knife and cut down, he dodged again, turned sideways, and also used his strength to slash horizontally, The opponent quickly retracted his knife and returned to the defense, easily defusing the offensive.

The opponent is much stronger than Lobita, but due to the narrow space in the staircase, the long knife is not easy to play, Lobita can still fight with the opponent with ease, only to see that he flexibly uses the advantage of the short knife up and down the stairs to attack the opponent's vital points, and the opponent has to defend passively. After a few battles, he suddenly hit the opponent's right hand with the handle of the knife, making the opponent feel painful, and a long knife that was unstable fell to the ground, and then he stabbed the short knife straight over, wanting to stab the opponent directly into the heart, but he didn't expect the other party to quickly turn over, grabbed his two wrists with his left hand, and took out a short gun from his arms with his right hand to fire, and Lobita broke away with his left hand and slammed a hand knife, and the other party shot at the wall. Taking advantage of this opportunity, he lowered his head and suddenly hit the other party, the powerful impact made the other party dizzy and painful, Lobita hurriedly seized the opportunity, raised the short knife in both hands, stabbed downward, pierced the opponent's chest, and blood burst out, splashing his face, and then flowing down his face to his neck, staining his clothes.

Lobita killed. But at this moment, he didn't have the slightest fear or fear, and when he thought that this person might be the lackey of the Kaiser royal court, he had a kind of happiness in his heart. He was excited.

Since he didn't hear the sound of climbing outside the window, and the firefight downstairs didn't seem to be close, he began to search the body, hoping to find something. Unfortunately, the other party was wearing a black trench coat with no other decorations and no pockets, and he was dressed as a standard assassin. Then he saw another hook come up, and he hurriedly picked up the short gun, and went upstairs to follow Jamila and them. He knew he didn't have enough stamina to sustain another fight. And the previous battle also proved that the other party did not have any mercy, so it was better to rely on it

Jamila them.

Jamila didn't seem surprised by the blood on Lobita's face, but the old man turned around and smiled and said to him, "The young man is a little useful, the old man is at your age, and it is difficult to kill a pig." ”

Lobita also took a long breath, carefully reflecting on the less than thirty seconds of battle just now, he knew that if the old man hadn't given him this short knife, he would have no power to fight back, so he also smiled at the old man: "Thank you, thanks to the blessing of the weapon you gave me, I was able to slaughter that Kaiser beast." But why should we run to the rooftops? Isn't this a Jedi? ”

"It seems that your brain circuits are not fast either. When we get to the rooftop, we have our own way to retreat, but if we break through the door, we will have to pay several times more casualties. Jamila didn't look back, and said in an understated tone.

Lobita didn't answer, in his opinion, this mage didn't say that it was easy to repel the attacking enemy, but it would definitely be easy to let them "retreat", and there was no need to go to the roof at all, as for why this was so, Lobita didn't bother to guess, the actions of people like them were not something that could be guessed by ordinary people's thinking.

Soon they were ascending to the roof by a skylight, and thankfully the house was not a Gothic building, otherwise they would have been unstable on the roof. Lobita, who came up at last, suddenly noticed a hook on the eaves, and this time he was clever enough to approach the dagger in front of him, and as soon as he saw the man hanging from the rope beside the eaves, he stabbed straight at it, confident that the blow would kill him.

With a bang, Lobita found that her thorn had stabbed into the shield, and then bounced off and stood unsteadily, and the other party actually climbed up with a shield! I saw that the enemy who quickly climbed up took out the firearm and pointed it at Lobita to prepare to shoot, Lobita knew that he was finished, he couldn't dodge at all, and he couldn't get close to the other party's firearm like before, he brandished a short knife, hoping to bounce the projectile by chance, but the hope was definitely slim.

Suddenly, a blue light flashed behind him, and the enemy suddenly turned into a phantom, and the real enemy was half-hunched on the eaves like he had done a few seconds ago, but this time, he didn't grasp the rope, and with a cry of despair, the enemy fell.

Lobita hurriedly turned around and saw Jamila who was still in a spell-casting state, her hair that had become a little messy floated slightly in a bundle of light dust, the ends of the staff on her back emitted a dazzling cold light, and the light blue light of the palm of her right hand stretched out forward was soft, clear and a little hazy. There was no doubt that Jamila's spell saved his life.

"Thank you." Lobita thought for a long time and didn't know how to respond to Jamila's actions, because he had been overly enthusiastic about his "confession" to the "hero" before, and now he seemed a little pale and naïve in everything he said.

"You must stay alive until I complete my mission, so I will do whatever it takes to save you."

"Oh?" Of course, Lobita himself is a person of special value to Jamila, but when it comes to "save him at any cost", he still doesn't expect it.

"Many of the spells I cast create new burdens for myself, burdens that I have to deal with, so I don't want to cast too many spells. I can only be stingy with my mana, and pour my overflowing magic on my target only when it is most necessary. So I want you to be stronger, stronger than you can kill an Assassin today. Jamila looked at him, and her slightly tired face radiated a different kind of rhyme, which was very beautiful to Lobita.

There were a few hiss in the sky, and several flying beasts landed on the rooftops with a strong wind, this was a giant griffin from the south! And by this time there were several more hooks on the eaves, and the enemy might soon be on board, and Jamila commanded loudly; "Hurry up and sit down, the wounded go first!"

The wounded were given priority to the griffons, while the rest of the guards quickly cleared the grapples and the few enemies that had come aboard. Thus the rest of the people fled from the besieged house, leaving behind only the rubble of the catapult, the ruined buildings, and the torch-illuminated sky almost as if it were day.

"Look, they look like they're trying to burn down your house!" Lobita pointed to the ground and said to the old man.

"Ah, let them go, it just so happens that the old man is tired of being bored in this house all day, so let's go to the south and buy another house!" The old man didn't care in the slightest.

"Actually, I wanted to ask you in the main room, who are you?" Lobita, who felt relieved that he had escaped safely, asked the old man directly about his identity.

"Hehe, young man, the old man is Mirosławku."

Mirosławku, the business leader of Dumar, was deeply respected by the people. Now he has been forced to stay away from home and become a fugitive.

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