It's rare to close today's push, vomit blood and add another chapter, and make up for sleep. Another: It's so handsome that I can't be more handsome, I'll bet you a dollar that I'm a doctor.

A mocking smile appeared on Regara's old face, and in the midst of that smile, two magic shields appeared out of thin air, and Winriel's two sneak attacks were declared unsuccessful.

"Pathetic fellow!" Rhaegar stepped back sharply, waving his hands and gesturing one gesture after another, "You think you can make it?" a large serpent of flames formed in the air with his gesture, and then flew towards the tree where Winriel was hiding.

The fiery snake struck the crown of the tree half a second later, and the next moment, the entire tree turned into a huge torch, and in just a few seconds, the ancient tree, which had survived for at least a hundred years, was reduced to a pile of ashes by the power of magic.

"What a bunch of nasty guys," Rhaegar muttered softly, bending down to pick up the plant he had just discarded, "and I'll talk to you about settling accounts when I get out of here..."

His body jerked, and the short sword of Winliel that appeared behind him stabbed the air in front of him against his clothes, and by this time, his large pincer-like hands had firmly grasped the Assassin's wrist.

"It seems that your organization values me. Rhaegar said with a smile, the magic in his hand paralyzing Winriel's body in an instant, "A shapeshifter and a human, such a rare species," his eyes flashed with a kind of chilling light that made Winriel feel cold, "Don't worry, I won't cut you into slices, or dig up your entrails, or soak every inch of your skin in potions to study - if you're willing to cooperate with me." ”

He let go of his grip on the other's wrist and instead grabbed the latter's hair and walked to the grass to the side, "Hopefully we have a pleasant conversation." He said lightly.

Within a radius of thousands of square kilometres, Konone is undoubtedly the most envied: the taxes here are only half of those of other places, the lords of the place never force the inhabitants to do their labor, the nobles here are always courteous to the commoners, and the brides here are never asked to give their first night... In short, to those who have almost drained the last drop of oil from the lords, Conone is almost synonymous with Promised Land. Whenever people from different territories talk about this place, the inhabitants of the place always reveal themselves with a seemingly casual but somewhat proud expression, and then accept the envious or jealous gaze of others at ease. All those who live in Konone are proud to have the privilege of living here, and they love the land, and even more so the people who brought them to their present life, their lord, the Marquis of Konone.

As the head of a family with a long history, the Marquis and his ancestors obviously did not have the pretentiousness and nobility inherent in other nobles, and they would not like some pedantic people who would rather be poor for the sake of face than to be in the company of merchants whom they regarded as inferior. This act, which was ridiculed by almost all the nobles at the time, was a great success, and after several generations, the Marquis's family became the largest jewelry and medicine merchants in the kingdom, and their wealth increased dozens of times compared to before they entered business.

The marquis's wealth brought him power and great benefits for the entire realm. He no longer had to oppress his subjects like other lords, and he could even use a portion of his wealth to improve the lives of his inhabitants and set up charities, which increased his prestige in the kingdom and his own domain, and even the most hated nobles could not help but use honorifics when talking about this benevolent and wise lord.

Winriel rode his horse and strolled through the streets of Konone, greeting people who walked by from time to time. Now he had taken on a different face, a face familiar to almost everyone in town, whose owner had a venerable status as one of the Marquis's commercial agents.

"Welcome back, Lord Winlir," said a servant who had been waiting there at the door of the Marquis's Mansion respectfully, "Lord Marquis and the rest of the adults are waiting for you. ”

At this time of year, the agents of the Marquis, who were busy with all kinds of commercial activities, gathered here to report on their achievements, discuss the gains and losses of the year, and make plans for the following year, and both the inhabitants of Conone and the servants of the Marquis's Court had become accustomed to this, and had never doubted it.

The assassin, who had taken the form of a pale-faced middle-aged man, did not speak, he just nodded reservedly, handed the reins of the horse in his hand, and then strode through the door of the marquis's mansion - as a side branch of the marquis's family, he could be kind to the commoners, but he did not need to be polite to these slaves.

The Marquis de Cornoun's mansion was far from luxurious in terms of wealth and status, but it was vast enough that even an army of a thousand men would never seem crowded here, and after about twenty minutes of walking through the crowded and noisy courtyard and the heavy guards, Winriel finally came to the door of a small courtyard in the middle of nowhere, located at the back of the Marquis's palace.

"Let me in. He said to the closed courtyard gate, and the next moment, a red light fell from above the courtyard gate and shone on his body.

"Authenticated," said a mechanical male voice, "welcome back, Mr. Winlil." The courtyard door opened silently as the words were spoken, and a path paved with bluestone slabs appeared in the doorway, "Please follow this path and don't step out of the edge," the male voice continued, "Otherwise I can't guarantee your safety." ”

Winliel knew that the magically crafted puppet guarding the courtyard was not alarmist, in fact, this seemingly unsuspecting little courtyard was the heart of the Marquis's Palace, and the traps and traps were enough to wipe out an entire army without trespassing through the magical light at the door.

"You're late," a few minutes later, when Wenliel finally followed the path pointed out by the puppet into the hall at the end of the courtyard, a middle-aged man standing in the middle of the hall stronger than a black bear said to him with a frown, "Everyone is waiting for you." ”

The strong man didn't mean to listen to Winlier's explanation, and after he finished speaking, he immediately turned around and walked towards the wall at the back of the hall, "Hurry up, the one in charge never likes someone to be late." There was an indescribable disgust in his tone, as if every word he said to Winliel would humiliate him, and the haste made it clear that the strong man felt more relief than relief in waiting for the other man.

The other party's reaction did not hide from Winriel's eyes, this human-shapeshifter hybrid was already accustomed to this, if it weren't for his mother's blood flowing through the Coronne family, if it weren't for the talent he inherited from his father, if it weren't for the extraordinary talent he showed for assassination since he was a child, he might have been thrown into the wilderness by his own family before he could speak, and became food for wild dogs, just like his brother who died in training.

Silently following the strong man through the back wall made of thick granite without any portals, there was another hall in front of Wenlier's eyes, and the whole hall was now crowded with people who were talking and laughing in twos and threes, and if it weren't for the weapons they wore at their waists and the fierce looks on their faces, everyone who saw this scene would have thought that a gathering of nobles was taking place here. Hidden by magic and connected to the outside world by a single portal, this place was where the Marquis and his business agents discussed important matters, including Winriel, and everyone present was the head of the Conone family's business activities in various places, and was the most important member of the Konone family.

A crisp bell rang at the same time as Winliel arrived, and the noisy hall suddenly fell silent, and everyone quickly divided into two rows, bowing their heads, and then, without warning, a tall and thin figure appeared in the only seat in the hall, and with a majestic gaze surveyed the people who were competing to show their respect and loyalty.

"First of all, I have bad news," said the Marquis of Konone, who was also the holder of the Hand of Death, as he gazed at the leaders below, and said in a low voice, "Our brother, the most powerful mage in the Order and the pride of the family, Norlans Hazen Tver, has been killed. ”

No one dared to make a sound, but everyone was trying to look shocked and sad.

"This is a great loss for us," the Marquis continued, "an archmage, a help that no king can dream of, but cannot receive, and which will undoubtedly greatly affect our business. He rose from his seat and walked slowly to the middle of his men, his voice suddenly high-pitched and impassioned, "but we will not let this slump, we will not be defeated before we have Norrans Heisen Tver, and after losing him, we will still be invincible, and our noble bloodline is destined to win against those lowly." ”

A faint and almost imperceptible fluctuation spread out in all directions, and the people immediately became extremely fanatical, these usually calm and wise killer leaders completely forgot the interests of the past, and in this moment, their hearts were filled with pride in their own bloodline and confidence in future victories—and love for those who inspired them in front of them.

Confusion, ten times more clever than Hano, with the help of their blood ties and long-term majesty, the Marquis of Konone easily controlled everyone's minds, they may be intrigued with each other, but for the common leader, they only have loyalty and love, under the long-term repeated spells, no one can get rid of this kind of manipulation from the depths of the subconscious, even an archmage like Norrais Heisen Tver.

- Except for Winlier.

A smug roar rang out from the green mist that surrounded the Elemental of Destruction, and just before this roar could be heard, a green ball of light had already shot out like a meteor, hitting the Mist of Annihilation with a fierce blow. This time, the latter did not play its due role, it only destroyed and disintegrated the outer part of the light cluster, but it no longer had the ability to affect the core of the opponent, and the light cluster mixed with the power that could destroy the soul passed through the obstruction of the fog of annihilation in the blink of an eye and reached the central part of the fog.