"Ahhh——!!!!hhh

Aarto Bellini gasped violently as he woke up from his dream, his delicate silk pajamas soaked in cold sweat, his constricted pupils proving that he had not yet recovered from his fear.

Sitting on a soft red silk velvet bed large enough to seat twenty people, the genius alchemist, the future heir of the Bellini family, did not feel the slightest sense of safety and comfort, and his trembling hands clutched the quilt, as if some assassin with a hidden dagger was lurking in this spacious and empty dormitory.

It wasn't the first time he had ever been assassinated, but it was the first time he was so close to death - to protect him, or rather to protect his mind, Aalto was always accompanied by at least twenty heavily armed guards, each hand-picked and heavily hired by the Bellini family, ready to die for him at any time.

He knew very well how much his Holy Blood Elixir made outsiders jealous, and how many people's interests would be harmed once it succeeded, so it was not that he was not prepared to be assassinated.

But the image in his mind was never the same as the actual situation - the moment the dagger cut through his dress, he really thought he was dead.

Damn rats, untouchables!

The trembling right hand lightly pressed against his chest, and the heart was still beating violently. Fear and anger distorted the delicate face of the genius alchemist.

Calm down slowly, yes, not excited. I am Alto Bellini, the only heir to the Bellini family, a genius alchemist, who helped the family regain its foothold in the Nine-Pointed Star Wizard Tower. Without me, all that remains of this ancient surname is the smell of copper!

I, the genius, the incomparable Aalto Bellini, am the future leader of the Bellini family, and the new star destined to bloom in the Nine-Pointed Star Wizard Tower!

I was born extraordinary!

Confident again, Aalto Bellini stepped out of bed, changed into a close-fitting dark red tulle robe, and sat down at the dresser with his hands folded.

On the coffee table next to the dresser, there are things that I usually carry with me. Originally, it was supposed to be kept by himself, but the situation was too hurried that day, so the servants packed it up and put it here.

With an inadvertent glance, his gaze stopped at a note.

Bright red blood spread across the edge of the spreading pupils, and the corners of the eyes began to twitch involuntarily, as if the note was not ink, but traces of the devil.

Falling into the abyss!

No, it's not fear, Aalto Bellini, whose shoulders are trembling, gritted his teeth tightly, and under him was not a spacious and comfortable chaise longue, but a cliff!

Just looking at those few lines, he felt that he had been stripped of his clothes, standing naked on the street in the south of the city, staring at countless sluts with obscene eyes!

Who wrote this note, and how did he know the core research on the recipe for the Holy Blood Elixir? How much more did he know?!

"No, it can't be...... It can't be!"

Alto's pupils were bloodshot and he cried hysterically, and even now, he seemed to feel a figure mocking him in the dark, staring at him with disdain.

I am Alto Bellini, the most gifted alchemist of the Nine-Pointed Star Wizard Tower, and the Holy Blood Elixir is my invention, mine!

I am the creator of it, all this is my research results, my hard work, and I created this miracle!

No one will be able to snatch it out of my hands, no one!

Kneeling on the ground, Aalto clutched his head, struggling in pain, venting hysterically, picking up the note with a trembling gaze that burned it to ashes.

No, you have to calm down, genius Aalto Bellini, it won't help at all.

The voice in his head recalls it over and over again, and the self-hypnotic words gradually bring Aalto back to normal. On the quiet scholar-like face, the trembling eyes regained their original indifference and reason.

The most important thing at the moment is to put an end to the troubles first, first to find out who the owner of the note is, and then to confirm their purpose and how much they know about the "truth".

Whether it's money or life, as long as you can make him shut up, it won't be a problem.

Wait a minute. Alto frowned, and he suddenly remembered that Verlow Bellini had told him a certain name before, and the other party, like Isaac Grantham, was a wizard of the Duchy of Lothair, and both came out of the Wimpal Academy - and was equally gifted, creating a spell casting method called the "Magic Circle".

In order to reconcile him with Verlow, he also specially prepared an invitation for him to invite him to the Midsummer Festival banquet.

Could it be him?

It's just a very possibility, but nothing can be ignored at the moment. Aalto Bellini, with a cold face, got up from the ground and looked back at the door:

"Mentor Verlot, please come in. ”

As the words fell, the closed door opened. Smiling, Verlow walked into the dormitory with his hands behind his back, his expression gentle and full of concern: "How's the rest, Aalto, I heard that you are injured, and the rest of the family and I are very worried......

Although he was already trying his best to hide it, there was still a hint of flattery in Verlot's eyes. pretended to be a gesture but did not forget the groveling elders...... An imperceptible sneer flashed across Aalto's face.

"Thank you for your concern, Mentor Verlow, I'm almost getting better. Aalto, who was also pretending, sincerely "thanked" him: "Have the assassins caught them?"

"Not yet, alas! these damn patrols are useless!" said Verlow, who also complained angrily, "Every year the Free Council gives them so much money, and it turns out that they can't catch even a few little assassins!"

"It's been twice that I've been able to swagger into Bellini's mansion - this is no small assassin. Aalto, who had calmed down, was already hopeless about the results of the patrol guards: "Even if no one is caught, there should be some progress, right?"

"This ......"

Verlot's expression was even more ugly: "That night, someone found several corpses in an alley in the south of the city, mercenaries we sent out to collect the nets. ”

"It looks like they found their target, but they were killed. Aalto nodded, but didn't care: "It's really unfortunate, but it's also expected, just looking at those people's skills don't look like they can be defeated by a few mercenaries." ”

"Not those people. Verlot swallowed hard: "It's a person." ”

"Alone?"

"Judging from the dead state of the corpses, the location of the falls, and the wounds, they should have been killed by one person one after another. The shape of the wound was less like a sword, more like something had blown it apart. ”

This was somewhat unexpected, and Aalto nodded in surprise, but he didn't take it to heart: "But I'm not looking for you for the whereabouts of those assassins, but for another matter. ”

"Whatever it is, just say it. Verlow was very "enthusiastic" and said, "The mentor will definitely try his best to help you." ”

"No, it's about you, Mentor Verlow. Aalto smiled and stood up, "Do you remember, you told me a few days ago about the conflict between you and a certain spellcaster, and his identity is very suspicious. ”

"Yes, that's right!" Speaking of a certain black-haired wizard, Verlow immediately showed a gritted teeth: "That hillbilly of Lothair is definitely not a good thing, I guess he is very likely to be in the same league as those assassins!"

"After careful consideration, I don't think the family should be involved with such an apparently unknown person, let alone the fact that he seems to be involved with the Corona family. ”

Actively ignoring Verlot's words, Aalto continued: "In this case, the Bellini family must not have such a potential enemy in the city of Eberden, we must find a way to get rid of him, and at all costs!"

"That's what you think, that's great!" The sudden "surprise" made Verlow a little happy and couldn't find the north: "That's it, this kind of hillbilly who has no way out and has two hits, you should kill them all, and then ...... them again"

"Now that we're done, please go out. ”

Calmly interrupting him, a smiling Alto Bellini sat down in his chair. Obviously he was raising his head, but his eyes seemed to look down at the mentor standing in front of him, and he raised his hand and pointed to the door:

"Please climb... Make move... Get out. ”

Wei Erluo, whose words were blocked in his mouth, looked at his apprentice in a daze, his body trembled slightly, and then little by little he bent his knees, bent over, and stretched out his hand......

Like a dog, he obediently left the dormitory.