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The nobles and wizards, who had been in a panic in the midst of the explosions, flames, and smoke, had not yet recovered their senses from the shock, and a new "panic" soon befell them!

The roar of the flames seemed to be some kind of signal, and in an instant, several guards with bloody hands clutched their necks and fell to the ground, screams continued to be heard from the smoke and flames, and figures kept rushing out of the crowd of exclamations!

Standing in the corner of the banquet hall, Loren's eyes narrowed - there were at least two of them just now, no... It should be four people!

Four masked men in black rushed out of the smoke and dust, brandishing daggers and broadswords snatched from the guards, and pounced extremely quickly at the crowd that had turned into a mess in front of them.

Their movements were so fast, even to the point that the guards who stepped forward to block them did not even have room to parry, and they were killed silently.

"There are assassins!

At this moment, someone finally reacted, and shouts and cries for help came and went. The guards on both sides of the banquet hall gathered in the direction of the round platform, and in the sound of the vigilance, more guards poured into the banquet hall from the corridors and doors, and through the windows, the garden was already full of heavily armed figures!

The Bellini family, having experienced an invasion and was almost defeated by the other side, were clearly well prepared - in the face of such a large-scale blockade, even Loren himself could not say that he could escape with complete certainty.

But if you can't stop it, no amount of guards is meaningless!

Incredibly agile, with a faint blue stripe on his cheek, and the almost iconic black glove on his left hand—the black-haired wizard certainly knew who these assassins were.

The night watchman of Root Infinit!

The guards who arrived in a hurry could not possibly be the opponent of these night watchmen, and could not even do anything to stop them. Screams continued, and corpses fell in pools of blood in wails.

The panic and confusion of the crowd was completely chaotic, and even a few knights or nobles who were willing to help were surrounded in the center by the guests who only knew screaming around them, let alone making a move, and they couldn't even draw their swords.

The Assassins emerging from the smoke and dust also ignored the guests, slaughtering the guards in their way and rushing straight ahead.

By this moment, everyone understood what was going on.

"They're going to assassinate Aalto!" Verlaud Bellini screamed heartbreakingly, hiding around the guests, like a little girl in fear, "Go and protect Aalto, don't let these madmen touch him at all-!!!"

As soon as he finished shouting, Verlot went directly under the dining table next to him, covering his mouth desperately, and curled up in a trembling ball without moving.

There was no need for him to "order", and the guards who had caught up with him had already gathered around Aalto Bellini. It's just that the genius alchemist doesn't seem to have recovered from the panic just now, and no matter how the people around him pat him on the shoulder, he always stands in a daze.

"Poof!"

The guards in front of him fell to the ground wailing, blood gushing out. Feeling a sticky patch on his cheeks, Aalto Bellini raised his right hand tremblingly, and as far as the eye could see, there was a bright red patch in his palm, and the dagger-wielding assassin had already arrived in front of him!

"Ahh!!!h

Aalto finally regained consciousness after screaming, and in the face of the hideous assassin, the alchemist fell backwards in horror, desperately trying to dodge.

The cold dagger tore through the bright red gown, and the embarrassed Aalto fell to the ground, and the assassin tried to continue to chase after him, but the guards around him had gathered and blocked Aalto behind him.

The genius alchemist lying on the ground, miserable like a dog in water, his frightened face completely lost his demeanor and calmness at the beginning, and he only knew how to crawl back desperately, using his hands and feet at the same time, and even pounced and rolled.

In a matter of moments, the guards outside had already poured in, completely sealing off the entire banquet hall and beginning to surround the Assassins present - at this moment, even if they did succeed, they would definitely not be able to escape!

The hall was in disarray, and order gradually returned, and the guards who poured in opened a "cordon" between the banquet hall and the round platform, blocking the four Assassins in the middle.

At this moment, this sudden riot seems to have come to an end, and no matter how good they are, they can't deal with so many people at the same time - these guards are not the City Guard's goods, but real mercenaries, who lick their blood and sell their blood!

The situation had returned to calm, but Loren had the illusion that it was not over yet—that he could not have expected such a situation if he had the courage to break into this banquet.

And also...... How the hell did these people get in?!

The four Assassins, who were surrounded by the group, seemed to have given up their resistance and threw away their weapons. The guards around were still vigilantly surrounding, and after seeing the skills of these assassins, no one dared to take a step forward.

Or ...... These Assassins are just a trick, and Aalto Bellini is not their real target?!

"Boom-!!!"

Just as everyone relaxed, the second explosion "came as promised" - the four assassins who got the signal pulled their short knives from their sleeves and threw themselves in all directions, screaming with blades through their throats again.

Now is the time!

One of the "waiters" hiding in the crowd carefully took out a dagger from his sleeve, the sharp dagger glowing a faint blue in the glow of the fluorite lamp, and the poison on it could prevent the wound from healing, causing the person who stood in his way to bleed to death.

"What are you doing, go back and hide!"

A guard who found him hurriedly stepped forward to warn him, and roughly pushed the "waiter", but he directly put him on the shoulder - before he could react, the blue dagger had pierced his throat!

The indifferent "waiter" pushed away the dying guard, but he was covered in blood, but he had a too immature face and a pair of round eyes.

Peter Fasha!

He no longer cared about the panicked crowd around him, and he no longer even had any cover-up, only the holy blood potion in the enamel bottle was left in his sight, and he strode away.

This is the last chance, the Night's Watch has already failed here once, and must not fail a second time!

Peter Fasa's will was incomparably stronger—all the guards around him had been completely restrained by the four night watchmen, and he only had to deal with a few trash fish and take the potion away from the banquet hall.

All for the Night's Watch, for the Sakran Empire!

"That waiter is a fake, stop him!"

Hiding under the dining table, the sharp-eyed Verlo Bellini immediately noticed the figure of Peter Fasa and shouted: "He wants to snatch the Holy Blood Elixir-!"

Damn bastard, he should have been stabbed to death first!

Gritting his teeth, Peter's eyes were fierce, but he didn't look back - not only for fear of being recognized, but more importantly for his own lack of time!

The guards around him had already gathered towards him, and in a hurry, Peter opened his left hand, and the light blue runes floating in his palm were instantly crushed.

"Beyond perception"!

The sudden change in his body made Peter dizzy, but he didn't have time to get used to it. The dagger in his right hand was horizontal in front of him, and the guard who had pounced on him was brought down by the lightning and flint, and he snatched his broadsword and threw it behind him, disemboweling another guy who wanted to sneak up on him from the middle, and the gushing blood stained the indifferent child's face red.

Just a few steps away, the potion is already close at hand!

No longer caring about the guards chasing behind him, he tried his best to grasp the holy blood potion in front of him, as long as he stretched out his hand, he could catch it!

But he could never go any further.

"The Will of the Rock"--!

In an instant, the wall of rocks rose suddenly, and Peter Fasa slammed into the wall, his right hand and shoulder in severe pain and he couldn't move.

But what really made him unable to "move" was another figure at the end of his sight - holding up the wand in his hand with a malicious smile on his face.

Ain Rand - ?!