In this brief fight, Wren's stealth technique was disrupted and ineffective, revealing his figure.

He pulled out the Song of the Blue Sky and slowly retreated to the bottom of the bell tower, leaning his back against the stone wall, and stood guard for several minutes, but the Shadow Assassin still did not appear.

But in the perception, the sense of crisis that is being targeted lingers.

"He hasn't left yet. ”

Wren was clearly aware of it, but could not find the existence of the Shadow Assassin, and it was obvious that the other party should be hiding in the corresponding shadow plane in the nearby area.

The world of Erenus has many planes.

The Yoreser Continent, where the Orion Empire is located, the New World opposite the Endless Sea, and other continents and oceans all belong to the main material realm, with the largest space and the largest number of biological races.

The main material realm is most closely connected to the three planes, namely the astral plane, the aetheric plane, and the shadow plane.

The shadow plane is a projection of the main material realm, which overlaps and parallels, and is related to each other, which is the result of the same spatial position in different dimensions.

Everything in the main material realm has a corresponding existence in the shadow plane.

It is a world of black, white and gray, where all other colors are extracted, where the projection of the main material realm is distorted, and the sky is forever pitch black, with neither sun nor starlight, and it is easy for outsiders to get lost in it until they die.

Ordinary people can't enter the Shadow Plane, but for the Shadow Assassins, the Shadow Plane is their greatest reliance.

If you break the boundaries of the plane, you will never be able to attack the assassins hiding in the shadow plane.

Even Wren couldn't see the Shadow Assassin.

The will of truth can see through all stealth camouflage, but it cannot see through the barriers of the plane, and can only have a certain sense of danger.

Wren felt tricky and a little passive.

Shadow warriors below the legendary level did not pose the slightest threat to themselves, but after advancing to the legendary level, they became so difficult that they were almost invincible.

Although the sword just now failed to inflict injuries, it pierced the skin and shed a trace of blood.

The assassin didn't seem to use all his strength, and didn't unleash the "tear" and "sword flurry" to widen the wound. Of course, even if these two elements are activated, with the defense power of the third-level steel body, the injuries will not be very serious, at most they will be light.

After a stalemate of more than ten minutes, Wren still didn't dare to let his guard down, knowing that the legendary assassin was still there.

There was silence.

Wren remembered the scene when he saw the Shadow Assassin, who was crouching on top of the bell tower and observing Pirino's manor.

In the middle of the night, he came here to explore the manor, most likely an enemy of Pirino, just like himself.

The enemy of my enemy is my friend.

Perhaps this Shadow Assassin will uncover the conspiracy of the Mordu nobles on his own.

Wren's heart moved, and he lowered his voice and said: "I don't know you, and I have no intention of being your enemy, if you have a grudge against Pirino, maybe we can talk." ”

It wasn't until half a minute later that a faint humanoid silhouette appeared on the balcony of a residential building on the left-hand side.

"Put your name on it. ”

The Shadow Assassin's voice came from under the hood, sounding crisp and clean, with a touch of magnetism.

It was only at this point that Wren had a chance to see the full picture of the other party.

The upper body is a white robe with a thorn attached to the hood, a swallowtail-like hem that hangs down to the knees, a broad belt tied around the waist, a row of short blades, daggers, and fragmented tools stuck in the belt, a thin sword only two fingers wide on the outside of the left leg, black trousers underneath, and long leather boots, with a steady and dexterous gait without making a sound.

The most conspicuous are his arms, tied with a pair of delicate arm guards, from which a concealed Hidden Blade can be ejected.

The small cloak behind his back was tied to his left shoulder, only half of it, white on the outside, but crimson on the inside.

The overall dress is stylish and stylish, such a white stinging customer service, it should not be conducive to action at night, very eye-catching, but its stealth effect is extremely good, even if you stand in front of you, you will subconsciously ignore the past, as if you can't see it.

Wren immediately understood that this set of thorns should be extremely high-grade enchanted equipment.

There is also that small cloak, which must be extremely extraordinary, with high magic resistance, and the counterattack lightning of the thorn electric armor just now is what the cloak resists.

However, what really surprised Wren was that there was an extremely faint fluctuation in the Phantom Assassin's chest, as if something powerful had penetrated into his body and covered the other party's soul.

If it were not for the will to truth, Wren would not have discovered its existence.

This item should have other functions!

Assassins, small capes, Hidden Blades, Rapiers, and a complete set of luxurious equipment have strengthened the already extremely powerful Assassin with unfathomable strength.

Because he couldn't observe the other party's soul emotions, Wren didn't have such a high grasp of the conversation and couldn't make the most accurate judgment.

It's only about six to seven percent sure.

After thinking about it for a few seconds, he decided to take a risk.

"I'm Wren Augustus, you've probably heard of my name. Wren said truthfully.

"Earl Glamorgan?"

The Shadow Assassin's voice fluctuated, apparently surprised by Wren's identity.

"Looks like you do know me, so you don't have to introduce yourself. Wren nodded lightly, slightly relieved in his heart, judging from the other party's reaction, he was not hostile to himself, so he said, "We can have a good talk, right?"

The Shadow Assassin didn't answer, his gaze under his hood looked Wren up and down, as if to see something.

"Now is not the time. He finally replied, "Tomorrow night, you come to the pink colt to find me, my name is Ysso." ”

With that, he escaped into the shadow plane and vanished.

"...... Izu"

Wren pondered the name, and was sure that he had never heard of it, and it was probably just a code name.

At the same time, the feeling of being watched quickly faded, indicating that the Shadow Assassin was far away.

He looked up at the clock tower, and at the manor in the distance.

Blessed himself with an invisibility scroll again, climbed to the top of the bell tower, crouched at the end of the wooden eaves, the eye of the soul opened to the limit, the darkness in the field of vision faded, and the entire manor was in full view.

However, after observing for almost half an hour, nothing was found.

"Go back first. ”

Wren climbed down the bell tower and ran all the way back to the castle, creeping into his bedroom, where the invisibility effect was over.

The two extreme warriors guarding the gate were relieved to notice the return of the original body.

After dawn, Wren meditated and exercised as usual, ate breakfast, interviewed and recruited, governed the territory, and conscientiously fulfilled the duties of a lord.

As evening approached, Wren withdrew the others, leaving Fabian behind.

"Do you know where the Pink Pony is?"

The wind elf's face suddenly became very strange, and he replied in a low voice: "My lord, the pink horse is a brothel, and it is the top brothel in Modu. ”

Wren suddenly suddenly, no wonder Fabian would have this expression.

When he heard the name last night, he didn't think it was a serious place, and it made people think about it, and sure enough, the brothel ...... I've never been there......

It seems like a good opportunity, hehe!

"Uh-huh......" Wren coughed dryly, hiding his thoughts, and asked again, "I have something to go to in the evening, where is it?"

Fabian showed an expression that all men understood, "The pink pony is in the adult's territory, located in the business district of Liushenjiao. ”

"I see. Wren glanced at Fabian, who was full of anticipation, shook his head and said, "I will take you there again when I have the opportunity in the future, by the way, don't tell anyone that I asked you about this, you must keep it secret for me." ”

"Okay, sir, I wish you a great night. Fabian got up and walked away in disappointment.

After dark, Wren drove out of the castle without any retinue.

Halfway through, after making sure that no one was following, he drove the car into a deserted alley, changed into another set of license plates that he had prepared, and changed his face with the transfiguration technique before continuing on the road.

Along the way, the buildings on both sides are getting taller and higher, and the street lights are bright, like a city that never sleeps.

This is the most prosperous commercial street in Glamorgan, called Six Deep Corner. The six deep corners are alluvial beaches of the Ero River, surrounded by water on three sides, roughly shaped like a protruding bird's beak, across the river is the old town of Modu.

The most striking feature of this shopping street are the three towering towers that resemble wizards' towers, each with its own distinctive exterior design and which have become Modo's landmarks in recent decades.

Wren drove while admiring the three tall buildings.

These high-rise buildings are the property of the seven nobles of Mordu, and now half of them belong to themselves, and when enough people are recruited, they will be stationed in them and take over the management.

According to the address given by Fabian, the car arrived at its destination.

A five-storey building with an extremely large footprint, standing on the banks of the Hierro River, is dotted with rows of crystal lamps outside the building, like daylight, which can be seen from afar.

There is a flashing sign on the top of the building that reads "Pink Pony", which is very eye-catching.

Just parked the car downstairs.

Wren heard the warblers in the building, speaking in a variety of different accents, with incomprehensible calls, which made people blush and heartbeat.

A personable male elf attendant opened the door for Wren and welcomed him through the door.

Step into the resplendent halls.

"Greetings to the Pink Pony. ”

Beauty with different styles stood in two rows, bowed in unison to welcome, and when they leaned over, they could see the unfathomable career line at a glance.

Wren felt that the whole world was a large piece of white flowers, and he was almost dazzled.

These beauties come from a variety of races, with humans in the majority, elves to the second, fox people with big furry tails, muscular savages, petite and cute gnomes, dark-skinned drows, silver-haired high elves with shawls, and even a female naga with a fishtail soaked in the water.

Damn, this is so exciting!

Who is the owner of this pink foal?

Looking at this posture, consumption is definitely not low, and the wealth is rolling.

No, you have to add taxes!

This kind of profiteering industry must be heavily taxed in order to indirectly save these beauties who accidentally stumble!

Wren was inexplicably excited, but fortunately he didn't forget his business, and asked a charming and scantily clad female elf bustard, "I'm a friend of Isu, where is he?"

"That old pervert's friend?"

The female elf shook the silk handkerchief and looked at the ordinary-looking Wren with shining eyes, and then said, "He's upstairs, come with me." ”