I just got off the night shift, and suddenly I found that I seemed to be blocked, and I ran naked for a few weeks, and finally got the opportunity to take the lead. In addition, I don't know if it was the VIP ticket that my friend voted for me, more than 200, I almost thought I was wrong, hehe, thank you.

The Beauty and the Gold Coin Bar, a tavern with a vulgar name, is a favorite of drunkards in the slums of eastern Nolen, and the two things in its name represent the things they have sought but never obtained, and in order to fulfill their dreams in their dreams, these people who have finally gotten rid of their daytime work gather here every night to pour themselves with low-quality but cheap spirits.

"I'm going to buy everything here!" shouted an already muffled voice, "I'm going to flood this place with gold!" The owner of the voice then fell to the ground with the sound of tables and chairs falling to the ground, which immediately provoked the crazy laughter of the equally drunk people around him.

"Is there anyone here?" a man walked up to Rhaeggar's table, who was obviously under makeup, and asked him, "I can buy this seat for five silver coins." ”

"Two silver coins," replied Rhaeggar, "and not one more." ”

Confirming the identity of the other party, the visitor unceremoniously sat down opposite Rhaeggar. "Someone told me you're looking for us," he said, staring into Rhaegar in the eye, as if trying to see through the latter's heart, "now tell me your goal." ”

Rhaegar observed that Noenk's boss, like his own men, was one of those people who were extremely ordinary in appearance, and even if he had met many times, most of them would not have any impression of him if they met him again in the crowd.

"Someone has entrusted me to come to you," Rhaegar said straight to the point, "we don't have to know who he is, just as I don't have to know who you are, and he wants you to get rid of an enemy for him." ”

He handed him a scroll in his hand, "This is the portrait of the target, it needs to be noted that he is a powerful mage, and if you accept the hire, I hope to be able to send the most elite people to accomplish this." ”

"That's our business. The other party said expressionlessly: "According to the rules, for the client who conceals his identity, we must carefully verify it, and we will not decide whether to take it over until it is confirmed that it is trustworthy." The process takes three days, and once we've made a decision, we'll let you know as soon as possible – Noenk will come and you. He stood up and walked out the door, "Don't follow me, leave here twenty minutes after I'm gone, our people will be spying on you." ”

Rhaegar sat in his seat as if nothing had happened, sipping down the inferior liquor from his glass, acting like no one else, and twenty minutes later, he paid the bill and walked out of the tavern.

In the noisy bar, no one noticed what was happening in this corner, and no one would have imagined that in just a few minutes, the fate of an organization powerful enough to threaten the emperor of the most powerful empire had already been decided.

Thorne walked through the houses, skillfully using shadows and darkness to hide himself, while carefully keeping an eye on his surroundings to make sure he wasn't followed by anyone, and years of experience as a killer had made him know deep that even a moment of relaxation was enough to defeat an assassin who had succeeded countless times.

This is the junction of the slum and the commercial district. In order to escape the possibility of being followed, he first walked east from the Tavern of Beauty and Gold Coins, to the city walls, and from there he made a great circle to his present position, where the endless crowds of people who took advantage of the evening shopping provided him with excellent cover, and even the most skilled trackers could not hope to catch up with him in this place.

However, for an archmage, his actions were undoubtedly futile, even if he was more than ten kilometers away, the magic mark on his body was enough for Rhaegar to easily find him, seemingly leisurely walking on the street, with the help of the original energy distributed in almost every corner of the world, the spirit of the spirit of the sensing ability firmly locked Thorne's tracks.

"How's it going?" Thorne finally confirmed that he was not being followed, and after an hour of wandering the streets, he finally returned to his residence in the wealthy area, and as he stepped into the room, a thin middle-aged man asked.

"That's a veteran," Thorne replied respectfully, and it was clear that the middle-aged man was the real head of the place, "and he didn't reveal the slightest information about his employer, but he wasn't sent by our enemies—Noenke was the most reliable man I had." ”

"We must not have such a word in our dictionary," the calm words of the middle-aged man sent shudders down Thorne's side, "the polygraph gem will tell us if he can be trusted." ”

Thorne carefully took a mottled gem from his bosom, placed it on the table, and then slit his finger with a knife, dripping a drop of blood onto it.

This inexpensive gemstone is one of the inventions of Norrais Heisen Tver, and by attaching some kind of magic to it, it can detect any hostility towards the bearer, no matter how deeply it is hidden.

"Everything is normal," Thorne finally breathed a sigh of relief as the gem glowed pure blue, "the lie detector gem hasn't changed. ”

The middle-aged man did not speak, he clapped his hands lightly, and a servant walked in from outside, respectfully handed him another piece of the same gem, and then exited the room.

"I hate Norrais Hezen Tver," the middle-aged man said without hesitation, commenting on the man in the organization who was considered the most likely successor to take charge—the mage's death was not yet known to them—"but I have to say that the gems he made saved us a lot of effort. ”

A drop of blood fell from his fingertip onto the gem as he spoke, and a burst of light of the same color shot out of the gem into the air.

Thorne watched all this silently, without any reaction, knowing full well that at the hands of the Grim Reaper, no one but the ruler himself was unreservedly trusted, and it was clear that while he was meeting with Rhaegar alone, another person from the Order was secretly watching his every move.

"He's credible," the middle-aged man finally concluded, "but we still have to watch carefully and let your people spy on him." He commanded Thorne: "According to the old custom, if he does not behave in any suspicious manner, tell him our offer in three days." ”

Rhaegar walked slowly through the mountains and forests, stopping from time to time to look for something in the dense vegetation, sometimes digging out an unknown plant and carefully putting it in his pocket, and sometimes throwing aside the hard-won plant after careful identification.

If anyone saw him at this time, they would never associate him with the former Rhaegar or the intermediary who had been in contact with the killer, and his appearance had changed significantly under the influence of magic, and he was just a tall, gray-haired, common-looking old mage.

This is the northern end of the Hornfest Mountains, and unlike the southern part of the Statue and the Two-Headed Lizard King, which is occupied by the gods and the Two-Headed Lizard King, this area has never been the place of attention due to the terrain and lack of necessary resources, but it is a rare source of raw materials for mages, and many mages come here every year through the mountains to find materials for refining magic potions, just like Rhaegar is doing now.

Winliel lay silently on the tree, looking at Rhaegar who was carefully searching among the weeds under the tree, his eyes narrowing cautiously into a slit—to keep his gaze as undetectable as possible—waiting for the perfect moment like a cheetah about to hunt. His flat, green and motionless body seemed to be part of a tree under the thick foliage, and with his near-no breath and the breath of life hidden by the magical ornaments on his body, no one could detect his presence.

As an Assassin who had flown countless missions, Vinriel's resume had never had a single failure on his record. This shapeshifter-human hybrid has the ability to transform his form from his father's line, while inheriting a human face from his mother's line, which makes him easy to blend in anywhere, unsurpassed in assassination campaigns to date.

Slowly and imperceptibly adjusting his breathing and body, Winriel was at his best as the other party approached, but he didn't strike right away— He was well aware of the power of the seemingly aging mage below, and if he was given enough time, his spell could easily kill more than a dozen killers like himself, and besides, these mysterious spellcasters always had some unknown methods of survival, and when people thought they were defenseless or weak, they were often stepping into the traps set by these people. Vinriel clearly remembered the first mage he had assassinated, just when he thought that the other party had lost the ability to fight back, the mage who was only of the fifth order suddenly unleashed a lightning bolt without warning, if it weren't for his alertness and the strong resistance to magic from his paternal line, he would probably have died under the magic of his opponent, and it was in that operation that he left the first and only scar since he entered the profession.

"Oh my God!" Rhaegar exclaimed, causing Winriel to tense his muscles as he watched as the mage ran directly below him, digging near the roots of the tree like a treasure, and half a minute later, a plant appeared in front of him that looked like ordinary grass.

"It's a miracle," Rhaegar exclaimed, looking at the plant in his hand almost greedily, "I've been looking for it for fifty years, and it's a perfect one..."

A thread as thin as spider silk descended from the sky, entangled the geist's harvest like a predatory viper, and flew into the air.

"No!" the unsuspecting Rhaegar shouted, making a quick gesture, and an invisible hand grabbed the flying plant and moved it towards the geist's location. At the moment when all his mind was attracted by the flying plant, a dazzling cold light suddenly flew towards his throat, and at the same time, another much smaller, much dimmer light silently came over his head.