As a result, the third thief, Ricky watched as the other party's corpse was wrapped in ice, and then the ice turned into flames, and there was not even a slag left. If Uno had been there, he would have seen that it was exactly the same as the one that had ended up with the ale.

The last trace of flame condensed into a line of text in the air before it was extinguished.

"The rats in the hallway have been cleaned up."

Ricky stood at the top of the stairs, turning to face the entire hallway, knowing he was under watch.

He began to move slowly towards the end of the hallway.

The second dead thief, struggling to pounce on the last room, provided him with some information.

is also a killer, and he can understand that person's psychological journey very well: since strong enemies are around, then only holding the wizard hiding in the shadows to indicate the direction is the only way to survive.

So it's clear who is secretly helping them.

"You're Mu Yan, right?"

He asked, lip synching.

Mu Yan, who was hiding in the house, was stunned for a moment, and condensed the water element into a big question mark.

"I've been there since you met Uno during the day, and even when you and the waiter walked into that room right now, right now."

Ricky replied.

"Why, don't you come out to catch up with Uno, we won't say goodbye, you must have a question to ask."

Mu Yan's heart tightened, things didn't seem to be as simple as he imagined, at least this one showed a little hostility.

Where does this inexplicable hostility come from? Obviously, the two of them cooperated very amicably just now.

"Mr. Mu Yan, haven't you come out yet?" He asked again, as he approached.

Mu Yan quietly moved the static trap to the door, took two steps back, and arranged two more traps in turn, and the delayed molten balls were also ready one left and one right.

"Talking in the hallway will disturb the other guests, why don't you come in and talk?"

Such a sentence appeared in the air, and then there was a "click", and the door was pulled open from the inside.

Almost at the moment when the door was opened, the other party kicked under his feet and pounced like a bolt of lightning.

"Hum—"

There was a soft sound, but Ricky was not frozen in place, he held the Yaksha in his left hand, and the powerful blow of his empty right hand directly dispersed the elements in the air, and the static trap in the doorway actually failed.

Just like when Sweet interrupted Mu Yan's flash technique, this was the first time he had seen someone break a spell empty-handed.

But there's more than one trap at the door.

Then came the sound of two more plucking strings, and the blue-skinned dwarf was completely anchored in the doorway.

Mu Yan saw the other party's appearance clearly at this time.

This is not a goblin, though he is just as short and thin and has long ears, but he looks quite capable, he is not old, he has a goatee, and a pair of tangled horns on his head.

The weapon he held behind him had the appearance of a Miao knife in the Ming Dynasty, but it was shorter and lighter, but it seemed that the light on the knife was as bright as day.

The strange thing is that the other party is facing his back to himself with a knife.

Mu Yan cautiously stepped forward and pulled the emerald green short knife that exuded warmth from the other party's hand.

But in the process, he found that the blue-skinned dwarf who could only roll his eyes showed a strong killing intent, and if his eyes could kill, then he would probably have died countless times.

It was as if he had taken not a knife, but his life.

It's just a weapon, as for it?

After getting off the opponent's weapon, Mu Yan skillfully tied him up.

He brought people to the house while not forgetting to clean up the blood stains in the corridor, which he didn't think was safe, so he laid several enchantments and added two static traps.

After removing the spell from the other party, he received feedback from the database.

"A thief at least level 80 is a unit, and it is suspected that his perception is impaired."

Mu Yan couldn't help pouting, if this person spread his fists and kicks, a hundred of them would not be enough.

He looked at the knife, the handle of which was like a crystal clear jade inlaid with gold, not in the style of the Hostites.

Before touching the warm hilt, Mu Yan couldn't help but summon a stream of water to wash it, and at the same time opened the window and blew the smell out, and the hilt seemed to emit a smell of blood.

"Mr. Mu Yan." The other party spoke, his tone was calm, and he didn't feel like a prisoner at all. "You're from the East, too, aren't you?"

Mu Yan smiled noncommittally.

Seeing this, Ricky said, "Then you should know about the Tallinn people, right?" ”

Tallinn people? He seemed to have heard Uno mention it once, so he hurriedly asked about the database.

"Shamu, what is Tallinn?"

"The secret dynasty north of the River Styx, in the northwest corner of Heru, has a history of unity and loyalty, and its people are secretive and do not communicate much with the outside world, so the information is incomplete."

Oh...... Sounds a bit like a dwarf.

"So...... And then what? He asked.

"Then you should know that the Tallinns are good at hiding and assassinating, right?" Ricky said lightly: "And we are also proficient in drug production." ”

"Poisoning?"

Mu Yan frowned and put down the short knife.

"That's right," Ricky nodded. "Do you feel like your perception is less flexible now? It's like blurry eyes, can't see clearly, and there's a buzzing sound in my ears......"

It hadn't been long since the battle with the bounty hunter ended, and he only had time to roughly wipe off the blood stains on the weapon, not to mention that he had been poisoned, so he was naturally fearless, but the other party was a wizard, once poisoned, the consequences would be many times more serious than his own.

He had already thought of the next scenario, the other party would be exactly like himself, pretending to be calm after a brief panic, and then as long as he said that he had the interpretation potion in his hand, he could make the two sides stand at the same level.

However, things have not always changed as expected.

Mu Yan looked at the Tallinn man with a strange expression.

In fact, since Ash's incident, he'd always summoned an air shield around him before he came into contact with strangers, and as he was now, he was wary of things that smelled strange, so he wasn't poisoned at all.

On the contrary, it is the other party's self-pretentious cleverness that exposes something.

"What do you call this gentleman?" He asked.

"Ricky Martin."

Ricky was surprised by the other's composure, but replied that he hoped the Oriental had heard of his name.

"Well, good name." Mu Yan replied, "Then Mr. Ricky, can you tell me about your relationship with Uno?" I'm still somewhat confident in my ability to detect lies, so I hope you don't try to deceive me. ”

"Your Excellency, it's better not to be reckless, perception is important for a wizard, ...... before causing permanent damage"

"What is Mr. Ricky talking about? Where did I get strong? Mu Yan smiled, "Maybe it's because of my excellent immunity, I don't feel a great deterioration like you." ”

Ricky was shocked, but he remained calm.

"Oh, is it? That's a blessing in misfortune. ”

Mu Yan stood up and poured a glass of water, moved a stool and sat opposite him, looking at each other with Erlang's legs crossed.

"Mr. Ricky, do you Tallinn people have anything to do with goblins?"

“…… No. ”

"Then why are your forms so close? Theoretically, it should be traced back to the same evolutionary process. He asked, "Can you tell us the story of your Tallinn people?" I'm curious. ”

Is this kid trying to distract me and talk about it? Ricky snorted coldly in his heart, closed his eyes, and stopped looking at him.

"Mr. Ricky, are there really Orientals east of the River Styx? What kind of text do they use, can you show us? ”

“……”

"Mr. Ricky, is this knife an ancestral heirloom from the Tallinn dynasty? It's very exquisite, is it still quenched with poison? But why did you get poisoned yourself? ”

“……”

"Mr. Ricky......"

"Are you finished!?" Ricky couldn't take it anymore and scolded angrily, then turned off his hearing for a while.

Mu Yan pursed his lips, on the one hand, he was testing the other party, and on the other hand, he was really curious.

What if the people of Tallinn knew about Nioudra? To be able to make such a delicate weapon, their civilization must pay attention to connotation and heritage, and such a race must have a long and well-documented history.

"Mr. Ricky?"

Seeing that the verbal harassment had lost its effect, Mu Yan's perception reached into the other party's body like a tentacle.

It's so disgusting to say, and Ricky, as a party, feels even stranger.

Perception of too concentrated probing will bring a strange feeling, which Mu Yan knew when he was lying in the hospital bed before, he often woke up from light sleep, because he felt that someone was staring at him, and then opened his eyes to see his father's red but guilty eyes.

Therefore, after his perception has been strengthened countless times, he rarely, if not ever, to probe someone so presumptuously, because it is very impolite.

The most recent one was to Ash......

Now it's the turn of the mighty Tallinn.