The League of Assassins was founded by an incredible young girl who looked petite, and one can't help but wonder what kind of hatred and hatred prompted her to create such a human festival...... Oh no, the organization that takes people's lives. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

And it can be quietly developed so hugely.

If anything, Igna does have some deep hatred, which is indeed the main reason for her to establish the organization. But now that everyone has died, and the Assassin League is so big, is it too late to say this?

Judging from the scale of a continent-wide alliance, the work efficiency of the Assassin Alliance is very, very high, much more reliable than that of mercenaries and wizards' guilds.

In terms of organizational structure, it probably inherited the characteristics of some mechanical principles that Igna himself was good at, the entire huge organization was transmitted to each other, orders and executions were well organized, and the group of people at the bottom also had a certain amount of room for free play, which indeed improved the combat effectiveness of the entire Assassin Alliance.

Even the plan taken out by the Assassin League is like this, some of them are clearly divided into different parts, or different modules, and they are directly executed according to the corresponding plan under different circumstances, which looks orderly and quite complete.

At this time, Honglian was like a salesman selling products, and while describing the different assassination plans in various situations in concise language, she did not forget to sell for herself twice to win a greater degree of favor...... Although it didn't really work, maybe it was just out of Red Lotus's own personal habit of talking.

However, the final result was perfect, whether it was from the specific plan or from the whole exchange process, as representatives of the Red Lotus and Moulton, they were very happy to represent their own organization and reached a consensus with each other, in a very common phrase, the two sides had a cordial exchange on various issues, and reached an agreement on all aspects.

And the rest is up to Moulton when they need to do it.

The knife doesn't kill on its own, it needs someone to wield it, and the League of Assassins is just an organization that provides the blade and will wait for the employer to wield it.

Now it seems that it is a little early to do it, and considering all aspects, although Angus has felt that it is imminent to do it out of personal emotions, he has to slow down for a few days and leave a group of waste wood for a few more days.

According to the plan, it will probably be at least after the gathering of the nobles, when the situation will be much easier to stabilize, and most of the key people will gather in the royal city for a period of time, and it will be more convenient to unify the situation.

In short, it was Angus's burning eyebrows in a hurry, hoping that the aristocratic party would soon come and end and leave a good opportunity for them, while on the other hand, Carlil was unhappyly hoping that something would happen soon, so that this damn party would never come again.

It was destined that one party's hopes would be dashed, and a few days later, in the early morning, the scheduled salute heralded the disappearance of Carlil's petty wish.

Well, that's a matter of course.

Awakened by the salute, Kahlil knew that this was part of the process of the ceremony, and it was good that she could still be lazy and lie in bed at home, and her father and Angus must have gotten up early, and they were already in the square to meet the king with the others.

She glanced out the window faintly, the weather was getting cooler during this time, and a little rain yesterday had turned into a gentle light snow today, although it was far less than Ice Plain City, but it was also rare to add a layer of white decoration to the castle.

It feels a bit like Hogwarts in the Harry Potter movies......

Just as Karil was about to stay in bed for a while in the most suitable weather, her maids had knocked on the door and entered, and at the behest of her mother, Gahia, she got up from her bed, washed and changed, and began to prepare for the evening's activities.

There is no way, his mother's orders are more preferred, and the maids are a little unscrupulous this time, or even a little menacing in Karil's opinion. She could clearly see the gloating expressions of the two maids as they lifted their bed.

Kahlil instantly curled herself up on the sheets and slid her way onto the pillow.

Then he was picked up from the bed by several maids......

Then he pressed her down in front of the dresser, helped her wash up quickly, and began to prepare.

It was as had been decided, and the whole process was so familiar that all the work had been done before the other group of maids had made breakfast, and it was so fast that Kahlil felt that she was not enough to wake up from her sleep completely.

"Would you rather have your breakfast in the dining room or in your bedroom?"

The other maids were packing their things, and one of them took a moment to ask.

"Breakfast...... I'd better go down. ”

Kahlil looked at herself in a full white dress, and thoughtfully touched the small earrings hanging from her ears, and then took out the fanged Hidden Blade that she was temporarily returning from Red Lotus's hand from the drawer and put it on her arm, and hid it along her arm into her sleeve.

"Then please go down to the restaurant, breakfast is ready."

The maid ignored the sequence of movements, bowed slightly, and stepped back to make way for Kaliel.

"Hmm."

When you're ready, let's eat.

It's less than eight o'clock now, and there are still more than ten hours before the evening dance, and after breakfast, Kahlil began to sit in the hall with Qing Xi and chat, Honglian didn't know where she was busy with the big problem of human life at this time, and she didn't have the spare time to accompany her.

"Probably the two of us are the two most idle in the group."

Karil held the delicate white porcelain teacup, pinched the cup to her fingertips and slowly rotated.

"Pretty good, isn't it."

Qing Xi is just to protect anyway, and it's almost the same everywhere.

"But I can't feel relaxed, I always feel that there are a lot of troubles." Kahlil tried to rub her hair, but now she had a small crescent-shaped ornament on top of her head, and she couldn't do it easily.

"If it's useless to be in a hurry, then don't keep thinking about it."

Qing Xi is really idle now, and the place to eat and drink, in the castle safety itself is guaranteed and do not have to bother, now there is a rare well-dressed soft girl next to you to enjoy, by the way to drink tea, it is simply a peaceful old age of the general days.

"That's what you say...... But "

But it's just a bit of a displeasure to keep some things in mind.

"Okay...... Na"

Kahlil struggled with it for a moment and decided to talk about something else.

"How?"

"What are you going to do with me in the evening?"

Karil just remembered that she was used to running around with the Qing Ritual Red Lotus, and she almost forgot that this time the situation was different.

"No, for all reasons, it's better not to come forward."

Qing Xi replied, the words were plain, but there was no doubt.

Although the name is a magician guard, everyone knows that this is just a name, and it is a bit inappropriate to go with him on a formal occasion, not to mention that although Kahlil herself usually forgets about it, there will be Angus next to her when the time comes. Bethel, a real fiancé, does not belong to a noble family, and does not belong to the aristocratic tenure system, it is more indecent to go to such a ball.

"Yes, what then?"

Kahlil was stunned for a moment, she could figure this thing out, there was nothing to argue, she had to nod her head to indicate that she knew.

"I'll be waiting for you outside if nothing happens."

Qing replied.

As before, it sounds simple and reliable.

"Okay then."

Karil said, glancing at the clock again.

Soon, with three hours to go......

Just as Kahlil felt like she was about to fall asleep, Gahia finally came looking for her with a few maids, and it was almost time to leave. Although Gahia did not participate in the daytime festivals and meetings, she still had some family affairs to do, which was a little more fulfilling than Karil.

So, as planned, in the evening when the sky was about to get dark, Carlil and her mother boarded the carriage bound for Barnum Castle, and set out with a group of guards and maids, and two other carriages.

Gahia wore a light blue dress, which looked much more graceful than Karil, with a strong mature beauty, and Karil, if she was alone, didn't look like she was sitting with her mother like this, and the whole person looked quite a little girl. Although it is true that the biological age is not very old.

"How long has it been since we've been together like this and gone out in a carriage?" Gahia stroked Karil's hair with one hand, and the warm touch of her palm came to her heart, making Karil feel quite useful.

"It's been a long time, Mom"

Her memories weren't detailed enough for Karil to remember now, but they were a long time ago.

Kahlil leaned back to her mother, tilting her head slightly to look at Gahia's face.

"Our family hasn't had a good reunion for a long time, so next time we must find a time to get together." Gahia said slowly: "I don't know when it started, looking at you is actually a little distant, really, this is not good......"

"How so......"

Karil replied with a smile, but as she spoke, she turned her head away, avoiding Gahia's gaze, and leaned her head sideways against her own Gahia.

"Maybe it's just a delusion."

Gahia replied, not seeming to think too much about it, ignoring many details about her daughter.

Kaliel could clearly understand Gahia's feelings, but the deeper she felt, the greater the guilt in her heart.

After all, now...... It's not me!

The mother and daughter chatted easily in the carriage, and the carriage drove slowly down the snow-covered street to the castle of the ball.

No matter how reluctant some may be, this annual gathering of nobles is about to begin. (To be continued.) )