"Twenty-two night watchmen, ninety-six secret agents, countless intelligence networks, and half of the eyeliner of the night watchmen in the imperial capital......"

Under the dim firelight, there was the heavy back of a middle-aged man, and a tone that was cold enough to kill:

"You tell me about the night watchman of the imperial capital, the elite of the elite... Didn't you find anything?"

The night watchman who was half-kneeling in front of him was covered in sweat, but he did not dare to breathe.

"I'm about to return to the Heavenly Dome Palace to report to Your Majesty - Alfas, give me a good reason not to let the night watchman in the imperial capital change to a new leader!"

"Bell ——!"

The silver dagger smashed a hole in the uneven ground, and the Night's Watch gritted his teeth:

"We're so sorry, Lord Ruth Infinit, we didn't expect him to break through the ...... of twenty-two Night's Watchmen."

"I didn't think of it, you should have thought of it!" Rutter's eyes flashed with a hint of violence, "I warned you... Some people apparently didn't take my words seriously - 'I'm just a spellcaster, what else'... Right?"

"Don't dare!"

The frightened Alafis's pupils shrank - that sentence was something he had whispered in private a few days ago, and there was no one at the time......

"The Imperial Capital has been completely blocked, and Loren Turin's black hair and black eyes are very easy to identify, so he will definitely escape from the sewers - his subordinates have already ambushed people in all the exits of the sewers, and if he sounds the alarm once he finds it, he will definitely not be able to escape!"

"Really... What if he escapes?" said Root, glaring at the night watchman in front of him.

"The subordinates will decide on their own!"

"Very good......" With a soft snort, Root Infinit got up and half-crouched in front of the trembling night watchman, his eyes as bright as flares staring into each other's eyes:

"If you fail, don't kill yourself, I'll hand you over to Edward—yes, the Night's Watch from Ebolden that you've been ostracizing, and if you're dead, he'll be the next Night's Watch leader of the Imperial Capital. ”

"How, Alfas?"

"Obey, obey!" the night watchman, who was under duress, suddenly lowered his head, and his mood was like falling into an ice cave.

"Go ahead. In an instant, Rute Infinit changed his face and patted Alfas's shoulder gently: "Go early and return early, I will wait for your good news in the Heavenly Dome Palace." ”

The frightened night watchman was already in a state of mind, and he retreated tremblingly.

Rout raised his foot and turned around and walked to the wine glass on the table behind him - as a close minister of His Majesty, his goal was too obvious to be noticed if he had been away for too long.

With his empty sleeves hanging from his left arm and his right hand holding the glass, he stopped at the moment when he raised his glass to drink.

In the bleak hall, there was a dead silence.

Rutte Infinit remained motionless, his sun-flare eyes moving towards the closed door behind him.

The eagle looked at the wolf with murderous intent.

"Hehe... Hehehe......"

Cold laughter echoed through the quiet hall.

"Loren Turin... You're not your average hubris!"

At the moment when he said that name, Ruth Infinit subconsciously paused for a moment.

That was a major mistake on his part.

His original intention was only to use the Wimpal Academy to blackmail Dalton Kander into serving the Night's Watch again, but in the end he became Loren Turin.

The knife in his hand has now become the biggest obstacle in front of Crown Prince Conod.

“...... Hubris? no... I'm a very careful man......" The dark-haired wizard's voice echoed through the hall.

The door was pushed open, and there was not a single figure in sight outside the door, but the "thing" on the door was eye-catching;

Alatus, the leader of the Night's Watch in the Imperial Capital, who had walked out just a few minutes earlier, had his head tilted at a strange angle, his right short sword piercing his own neck, and his feet off the ground "nailing" himself to the door.

His expression that gradually stiffened was still trembling when he went out, and there was no fear of death at all.

Rute Infinit's face did not change, and the corners of his mouth curled deeper and deeper.

He's threatening me... Dalton Kander's apprentice, threatening me?

"Time flies... The apprentice who trembled in front of me two years ago, and even pleaded for his little elven lover......" Rutte's expression was gentle, and his wrinkled eyes were a little emotional:

Now he dares to use this method to threaten his elders. ”

"Elders?"

Rut Infinit raised an eyebrow, the sarcasm in the dark-haired wizard's words no longer bothered to hide.

"Will the elders use coercion to persecute their savior, Lord Ruth Infinit?"

"I see... Are you here for revenge?" Root sighed softly and said unhurriedly, "It's a shame that you're Dalton Kander's apprentice... You can do more than that. ”

"I'm sorry, I'm such a narrow-minded person. The black-haired wizard's tone was very calm: "The thing I can think of at this moment is to break you into ten thousand pieces!"

"Really?" Rout smiled as he stared at the darkness outside the door, his expression becoming more subtle, "Loren Turin, I've always thought you were a smart man... I didn't expect that smart people would be stupid!"

"If I die here, Night's Watch, Your Majesty... Even those who know all these secrets will not let you go - don't think I'm joking, you know the Night's Watch's intelligence network and spies, we can't figure out the secrets in everyone's hearts, but we can keep everyone secret!"

"Oh... Are you retorting me?" Loren's tone was very proud: "I thought you were not afraid of death at all." ”

"Are you proud of blocking an old man in a dead place with no exit?" Root sighed softly, his expression helpless as if facing a naughty nephew:

"You didn't take into account the purpose of my entanglement with you... Just to stall for time?"

"Oh?"

"Loren Turin... You don't think Edward is the only one who has the map of the Imperial Capital's sewers?" Root shook his head: "There are nearly 100 night watchmen in ambush in the tunnels! But in half an hour, you will surely die, and time will not wait for you!"

"That's right, time waits for anyone. ”

Loren smiled indifferently, with a hint of disdain in his voice:

"A few days ago, I destroyed the Imperial Capital Sewer Drain before you even started, and I sealed the remaining drain with the 'Rock Will' before I came - within five minutes from now, your doglegs will be washed into the Gem River by the surging sewage if they don't leave the sewer!"

Frowning slightly, Rute Infinit's expression finally changed slightly.

He actually counted it......

A figure finally walked out of the darkness behind the door, and under Root's increasingly unkind gaze, the black-haired wizard with the corners of his mouth hooked approached step by step.

"Speaking of which... We've known each other for so long, and we've never played each other. Staring at the other party's figure, Loren casually pulled out the bright silver from the sheath and walked towards Rute Infinit step by step:

"Mentor Dalton Candle has a very high opinion of you, I'm curious... After losing a hand, are you still as majestic as you were back then?"

With a smile still on his face, Rutter shook his head gently: "Curiosity and impulsiveness - these are the deadliest poisons for young people. ”

"Loren Turin, I give you a word of advice... Never underestimate your opponents. ”

"I return these words to you as they are. ”

The corners of his mouth were hooked, but Loren's eyes became more and more solemn.

This is not the most dangerous battle for me, but it may be the most troublesome and the most death-threatening.

In the case of a loss of energy, he is not absolutely sure of the leader of the Night's Watch, Ruth Infinit;

If you miss it in a moment, it will be blood splattered on the spot!

Frowning slightly, Rout used his only right hand to pull out the short sword at his waist, holding the handle with his backhand, and pointing at the black-haired wizard who was walking towards him with the blade level of his arm.

Loren's pupils shrank suddenly, and the opponent's left hand was gone long after Ebolden, and now he wore the "spellcaster" on his right hand.

Other words... As long as he doesn't have a chance to let go of the blade, he wins half of the way.

"So ......"

The black-haired wizard clenched the hilt of his sword and raised the blade in his hand:

"May the void be with you!"