The sound of messy footsteps broke the silence of the deep alley, and soon several mercenaries with torches stepped on the sewage under their feet, and broke in one by one. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

It was a standard small mercenary group - led by a middle-aged wandering knight, followed by four lightly armed mercenaries with small round shields and broadswords, and finally a crossbowman with a shield on his back.

Six figures with torches broke into the deep alley, the first to walk in was the wandering knight at the head, who almost immediately spotted the footprints next to the dry well, four mercenaries with shields around him, and crossbowmen squatted at the entrance of the alley to monitor. Obviously, this is not the first time that the degree of tacit cooperation has been cooperated.

"There are footprints here, and they are a mess, indicating that the Assassins have been here for some time. The experienced wandering knight immediately made a judgment:

"And judging from the span of pace, they are already very tired, maybe they have been slowed down by casualties, and it is not a problem to catch up with them!"

Several mercenaries who heard this immediately showed a little excitement on their faces - they were all attracted by the huge bounty offered by the Bellini family, how could they not be excited now that the prey was in front of them?!

Each person has a full 400 gold coins of full color, whether they live or die! If they can catch the living one, the bounty will be doubled!

For the Bellini family, four hundred gold coins may not be enough to cover the cost of a banquet, and a precious tome costs five gold coins, but for these mercenaries who lick the blood from the knife edge, it is a lot of money.

That's worth dying!

"Wait!"

At the moment when the mercenaries turned to leave, the wandering knight suddenly stopped, as if he had found something: "Although these footprints are very messy, none of them have left. ”

That is to say...... Those assassins are still here, and the footprints are just a deliberate cover-up!"

Just when they were still surprised, a scream suddenly came from behind them. When they suddenly turned around, they saw not the crossbowman who was supposed to be standing there, but a guy in a red and black dress with black hair.

"Kill him!"

Without hesitation, the mercenaries flew through the air with four javelins towards Loren. The black-haired wizard, who also did not hesitate, immediately grabbed the corpse on the ground and threw it forward, blocking the two deadliest ones, and then dodged with a sliding step, and his right hand had already pulled out the "bright silver" on his waist.

"May the void be with you. ”

Before the surprised mercenaries could see what was going on, the silver-plated dagger in the black-haired wizard's hand turned into a "long sword" that shone with gray-blue light, and it was so standard that it couldn't be more standard to raise the long sword above his head, and then slash head-on!

The subconscious mercenary immediately raised his shield, but the "Bright Silver" strengthened by the "Spellcaster" could even cut through steel...... With the sound of shields shattering, the mercenary, whose sight was invaded by the light, silently turned into a corpse on the ground.

"The second. ”

Perhaps because of the death of the brethren, or perhaps because of the frivolous attitude of the black-haired wizard, the remaining three mercenaries roared and lunged at him before the wandering knight behind them could give the order.

One in front of you, one on the left and one on the left, the standard bag and trap tactics - if you dare to retreat, you will be greeted with a javelin with no dead ends!

So the right thing to do is to strike forward. After confirming their location, Loren pounced directly on the mercenary in front of him, and a "hover spell" flicked off the opponent's shield!

The gray-blue blade pierced through the first "unlucky ghost", and at the moment before the second mercenary pounced, Loren, who suddenly crouched, dodged the thrust of the two broadswords, one in front and one behind, and by the way, let them die together.

And then the fifth. ”

The mercenary holding the shield seemed to be frightened, standing in place and watching the black-haired wizard who looked like a hungry wolf pounce on him, as if he didn't realize that he was sending him to death at all, but instinctively raised the broadsword in his hand and swung it down.

Luo Lun also subconsciously raised the "Bright Silver", but at this moment, the gray-blue sword gradually dimmed, and finally disappeared.

Golden opportunity!

"Die... Uh?!" It was only at this moment that he saw that there was an extra javelin in his chest—the one he had just thrown out and taken it, and it was not dodged, but caught by the black-haired wizard.

"The sixth. These were the last words he heard before he died.

And now, the entire mercenary team, only the elderly wandering knight remains. Loren, who slowly raised his head, played with the "bright silver" in his hand, and his dark pupils looked at him without any emotion, as if he was looking at his prey.

"Y-Who are you?!"

The wandering knight who was in a cold sweat behind his back clutched the knight's sword in his hand tightly, his legs trembled, and his violently contracted pupils didn't even dare to look at those dark eyes.

Not even a minute from beginning to end, his five brothers were slaughtered like animals!

"Why do so many people like to ask me this question tonight?" the black-haired wizard showed a very puzzled expression, and walked to the side regardless of it, and even took the initiative to crouch down with his back to the wandering knight to pick up the light crossbow dropped by the crossbowman:

"Does this question really make sense?"

The wandering knight didn't answer his question, and right now he was in the middle of a battle in his mind - now this guy was crouching on the ground with his back to him, and if he attacked now, he would definitely not have time to fight back.

That's right, now! I can kill this damn guy who came out of nowhere!

But could this be a trap...... The hesitant wandering knight swallowed his saliva fiercely, and mustered up the courage to speak: "You, if you kill me, the patrol guards outside will find out that we have not returned, and you will definitely not be able to escape at that time!"

You must be a knight too, right?, so why don't we make a deal, let me go, I promise in the honor of a knight that I will never give you up, and I won't say a word, what do you think?!"

After speaking, the wandering knight, who was covered in cold sweat, tightly grasped the long sword in his hand, and carefully approached the black-haired wizard with his back to him from behind step by step.

Patience, patience, wait a little longer, wait a little longer...... Wait a little longer and you'll be able to stab this bastard in the heart!

"Well, you're right, it's impossible that such a big movement won't go undetected. As if he was seriously thinking about his proposal, Loren nodded silently, completely oblivious to the fact that the guy behind him was getting closer and closer to him.

It's good, it's good, keep thinking about it, keep thinking about it...... The smile on the wandering knight's face grew stronger.

"But on the other hand, if there's a big enough movement to get their attention for me, then I don't need you?"

What do you mean?

Before the wandering knight could figure it out, a golden-red flame suddenly rose from the opposite alley!

"Boom-!!!"

The sound of the explosion made the wandering knight subconsciously take half a step back, and when he came back to his senses, the black-haired wizard who had been crouching with his back to him was looking at him playfully, and the light crossbow in his hand was pressed against his head.

"You see, I don't need you anymore. ”

The wandering knight opened his mouth in surprise, but was speechless for a moment.

"Since you really want to know, I can tell you too: in Lower Loren Turin, the wizarding advisor of the Count of Deeplimburg, the heir of the Duchy of Lothair, and the spellcaster of the Wimpal Academy...... Finally, you're still a Night's Watchman, yes, you're the same group of Assassins from Bellini's Mansion, so you're satisfied, aren't you?"

Loren did not say this to the wandering knight, but to Peter and the remaining night watchmen who were hiding near the alley - since they were going to get along well in the future, the first thing to do was to make the other party believe in themselves, even if this trust was only superficial.

"I—I don't ...... at all"

"Now that you're satisfied, please go to hell as soon as possible. The corners of Loren's mouth showed an arc that seemed to be a smile but not a smile, and he pulled the trigger of the light crossbow: "I wish you a pleasant journey and a smooth journey!"

"Poof!"

The bolt pierced the wandering knight's head, and his body collapsed to the ground like a puppet with a string removed.

"Good, it's safe for now. Loren shrugged his shoulders and threw away the light crossbow: "What are you doing there stupidly, we have to run away - or they will find us sooner or later!"

The four night watchmen who were stunned by his "performance" just now nodded numbly, only Peter noticed that just as Loren had just turned around, his black-feathered eagle also flew over and landed firmly on Loren's shoulder.

And the location of the explosion just now is the direction in which it flew over.

Is this a coincidence?!