After saying goodbye to the "enthusiastic" Judge Victor and Master Lussac, Loren immediately left the black prison without stopping for a minute.

His "uninvited" has completely annoyed the former justice, and it is only humiliating to continue to stay and entangle with the other party, if he really tears his face, he is unlucky.

What's more, the things you want most have already been obtained, and there is no need to stay.

As for now......

The unhurried black-haired wizard walked into a deep alley where no one was around, his eyes glancing behind him, his hands hanging down his sides very naturally and swaying slightly.

Something is wrong, it should be said that something is very wrong... There were no footsteps and no breathing, but his back was always cold, as if he had been stabbed by a sword.

There is no one behind you, nor is it on top of your head, so it can only be on the soles of your feet... Sewer?

"Bang ——!"

At the moment of his step, a manhole cover behind him was jerked over, and a figure appeared like a ghost within three steps of him, the cold, piercing blade of the sword against the back of Loren's neck.

"Hats off to you, His Honourable Viscount Lorren Turin. ”

The voice sounded very strange, as if the voice had been deliberately distorted, and the bone-chilling coldness behind it made Loren's pupils shrink slightly, and the corners of his mouth curled slightly.

Oh, I almost forgot that I had the title of "Honorary Viscount" when I was appointed.

"For the sake of safety, you'd better not act rashly......"

"I'm curious. ”

The tip of the sword on the back of his neck had torn through the fragile skin, but the black-haired wizard was still unnervous, interrupting the other party as if chattering.

The other party had just laid a good ambush, but he did not pounce directly, proving that his first purpose was to threaten and intimidate, or to give himself a warning on behalf of a certain force.

I was lucky to meet this kind of assassin who likes nonsense and is quite "polite".

The hands hanging at the sides of the body did not move at all, and they were naturally relaxed.

"I came to the imperial capital not long ago, and I shouldn't have provoked any adults, of course, if there is any misunderstanding, I believe it should be able to explain ......"

"If you don't want to die, stop talking!"

The assassin interrupted him fiercely, and the blade of the sword did not move: "You should know very well!"

"Did I mean I came to the black cell? I just came to see a friend's father. Loren explained unhurriedly: "It's not a big deal at all, I can explain it ...... I said."

"Don't talk nonsense! You don't know what a terrible secret you're touching, don't snoop on something you shouldn't know... One final piece of advice this time, understand?!"

"Sorry, understood. The corners of the black-haired wizard's mouth became more and more profound: "Thank you so much. ”

"Hmm... Thank me?"

"That's right, thank you very much for your noble spirit of self-sacrifice!"

The left hand wearing the "spellcaster" snapped its fingers, and the moment the sound fell, two stone walls instantly sealed the two ends of the deep alley.

High-level spell, "Will of the Rock"

Not good!

At the moment when Loren turned around, the cold blade of the sword had already stabbed out against his neck... It was only at that moment that Loren saw the true face of the opponent's weapon.

It was a slender bayone!

For a moment of Loren's astonishment, the assassin who missed the blow did not hesitate, and the sharp blade of the sword struck like a storm, and the black-haired wizard's right hand flipped over, and the glittering bright silver fell into the palm of his hand.

The sound of metal clashing was like a beating note, dazzling sparks were fleeting, and the black-haired wizard's eyes flashed with fierceness, and a moment's negligence was the death of the spot!

"Bell ——!"

The bright silver blade slashed with the stabbing sword, and the assassin's afterimage with a sudden change in his eyes dodged the oncoming dagger like an afterimage, and the two figures almost passed by each other, turning around and bursting into Loren's back, the slender stabbing sword flipped in his hand.

Without hesitation, just stab it directly.

Opportunity!

"Smack!" snapped his fingers, and the "Hover Charm" slammed the blade off the rails, and the "Bright Silver" fell from his right hand to his left, and the corners of the black-haired wizard's mouth were slightly hooked at the moment when the assassin didn't retract his sword:

"May the void be with you——!"

The gray-blue flame bloomed, flashing a dazzling arc of light in the deep alley where no one was around!

"Poof——!

Loren's pupils shrank suddenly—the moment the sword touched, the assassin in front of him "melted" like a black shadow and disappeared without a trace, only something that didn't know what was torn apart by the bright silver.

In any case, the assassin who bumps into the side of the road can cast an instant spell without saying a word... Should it be said that it is worthy of being the imperial capital?

"Bell ——!"

The black-haired wizard who had swung his sword turned around, and the assassin with the sword in his hand was already standing five steps away from him, and the rune mask on his face made it impossible to see his or her face.

"Rumor has it that the wizard next to His Highness Brandon is a skilled spellcaster and a void sword that can cut through steel. An eerie and distorted voice came from under the mask:

"I didn't expect it to be true. ”

"Unexpected?" a good-natured smile appeared on the black-haired wizard's face:

"There's a lot of things you didn't expect, hillbilly. ”

The assassin didn't mean to be provoked at all, and pointed his sword at Loren's face: "Final warning, we don't want to be an enemy of His Highness Brandon, you'd better ......"

didn't listen to his nonsense, kicked his feet, and the "bright silver" that swallowed the sword flashed a dazzling shadow.

The gray-blue beam streaked across and missed again.

It's exactly the same situation again...... Loren's eyes widened instantly, and the moment the shadow melted, he clearly saw that the tip of the sword had shattered something very small.

It seems to be... Copperplate?

"Surprised?" said an eerie voice from behind him again, a mockery mixed with a stormy attack:

"Who's that hillbilly now?!"

In just a few tens of seconds, the black-haired wizard brushed shoulders with the slender stabbing sword countless times, the fierce sword wind tore through the wizard's robes on his body, and the black shadows that attacked from time to time aimed at the joints and the face door every time, leaving him no time to fight back.

"Come on, Wizard Advisor, don't you still have a lot of tricks?" the attacking Assassin continued to provoke the struggling black-haired wizard with his eerie voice.

"Where's your trick of blasting air in an instant?"

"Where's your courage to go one-on-one with a vampire?"

"I heard that you once learned spearfighting skills with the elven war dancer, why don't you come out?"

"It is said that you also have a high-level spell of your own creation, which can create a large area of explosion, and you don't have to come out to worry about blowing yourself up too close?"

Loren, who kept fighting back, was expressionless: "You seem to know me very well?"

"Far more than you think, maybe even know you better than you do. ”

"Yes, but I don't think you know much about it. Suddenly raising the corners of his mouth, the black-haired wizard showed a cold smile that was a little distorted:

"Want to have some surprises?!"

At the same time as the words sounded, the left hand wearing the "spellcaster" was already ablaze, and the golden-red fire became more and more dazzling.

Oh no, is this guy a madman?!

As soon as the assassin's mind flashed a thought of dodging, the black-haired wizard's left hand gripped his chest, and the burning flames vanished without a trace.

No, it's not gone!

"Boom ————!!!!"

The boiling heat burst apart instantly, and the blown assassin fell heavily to the stone wall, and before he could scream, the whole person was trapped in the stone wall.

By the time he opened his eyes again, a gray-blue sword was already aimed at his forehead.

This thing can tear through steel... The Assassin didn't think his head could be harder than steel.

Staring at the flame of light that could kill him instantly, the assassin instinctively twitched his throat, and things seemed to be completely different from what he had imagined:

"This is not ......"

"There's nothing impossible, or impossible. Loren, with a sword in one hand, shrugged his shoulders:

"Why, I didn't run away like I did just now, so this kind of trick is not unlimited, right?"

"By the way... I've probably guessed it, but could you please tell me who is so eager to get my head?"

"Don't think!"

The trembling assassin retorted without hesitation, and his originally strange voice sounded a little more frightened: "I'm not rotten enough to betray my employer. ”

"yes, then I'm sorry. It didn't matter that Loren glanced up at the sun in the sky:

"Well, noon has arrived!"