Well, there is something today, take a day off

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Seeing the Assassin wake up, Roland and Oron smiled at each other. Roland said, "Uncle Oron, I'll come."

Oron nodded, turned away, and began to play with the dagger in his hand

Buck slowly woke up, his vision blurring, and he could see the scene around him clearly.

The young mage looked at him coldly, and not far away, a middle-aged assassin was sitting at the table, bowing his head and playing with a dagger, and the powerful aura emanating from his body was terrifying.

Silver Tier Assassin!

Buck's heart sank, and his face turned white and purple, purple and black.

He hated it in his heart, damn Lot, for giving him such outrageous false information. What is just a little mage who has just entered the black iron rank, this is clearly a silver-level assassin, a black-iron intermediate mage, even if your son Viscount Turnright comes, it will not help.

Roland didn't care about his mood, he said coldly, "What do you want to say?"

Buck snorted coldly, tilted his head to the side, and ignored it.

Roland didn't care, and said to himself: "I have no intention of making a feud with Lot, if you agree to my conditions." It's not like I can't put you back. ”

"Will you let me go?" Buck sneered.

"Why not?" Roland said lightly, his tone was low, full of temptation like a devil, "If you go back and tell Lott to kill me, I can let you go." That way, I won't be pestered by Lott anymore, and you won't be punished for not completing the mission. ”

Buck's face changed when he heard this. If that's the case, it's a great outcome.

It's just that......

Buck's face shifted. Roland was not in a hurry, he paced back and forth in the room, waiting patiently.

"Okay." After a moment, Buck gritted his teeth. The word came out, and he seemed to relax all over, "Say, what do you want to know?" ”

Roland smiled with satisfaction.

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Coming out of the hotel, the East began to show a hint of whiteness. Buck followed the shadows and quietly returned to the three-story villa where the aristocratic district of Lot lived. When the children of the nobility came of age, they usually moved out of their families, and Lott spent most of his savings in the middle of the night to buy the villa in the aristocratic district.

In the room, Buck tells Lot what happened.

"How?" Lott stayed awake all night and his eyes were a little red. He asked the Assassin Buck eagerly.

"Young Lot, I've already killed that young mage." Buck was half-kneeling on the thick carpet, his head bowed.

"Did you get the Lan Xinyue necklace?"

"I had just killed the mage when his companion arrived. The subordinates were afraid that things would make a big fuss, so they had to come back. ”

"Rubbish!" Lott slapped the table next to him hard, making a crisp sound and hateful voice.

Buck was quietly half-kneeling, head bowed, not saying a word.

After a while, Lott waved his hand helplessly.

"Let's go down."

"Yes." Buck got up and slowly exited the room. Where Lot couldn't see, a hint of resentment flashed in the assassin's eyes.

The next day, during the day, Oren went to the inner city detective to find out about Lot's situation. Roland stayed in the inn and took the time to practice magic.

Night fell on the city of Kraze, and as the night deepened, the magic lights of the bustling neighborhoods were extinguished one by one, and the whole city slowly fell silent.

In the middle of the night in early spring, the chill had not subsided, and the wind was blowing slightly, which made Roland, who had studied magic for a day and his brain a little drowsy, suddenly wake up.

The noble district is located in the inner city of Kraze, and at this time, the city gate is closed, and it is possible to call the city gate open unless it is the nobles who live inside.

Roland and Oron were of course unable to convince the guards to open the gates, but from yesterday's Assassin Barker's mouth, they had found a secret passage into the noble quarter.

In one corner of the inner city, there is a shrub and tall trees growing luxuriantly. With the slight shaking of a bush in the darkness, two men in dark clothes cautiously showed their heads.

The Assassin who was walking in front was blurred and melted into the darkness, and he looked around, but found no movement, before beckoning the mage behind him to follow.

These two men are none other than Oron and Roland.

This ancient city has been around for thousands of years, and it has never been at war since Earl Clinton took over the city from Clinton Sr. The nobles seem to have forgotten how their ancestors rode the battlefield and reaped the feats of their families with blood and fire.

The inner city is in disrepair, and a large hole has been dug out in the corner by people with ulterior motives, and it was from there that the Assassin Buck left the aristocratic quarter last night.

Roland and Oron slowly walked in the shadows of the house.

Mages have learned some magic tricks that can probe the aura around them, but those exploration spells will emit a distinct magical aura that can be sensed by other mages. In the aristocratic quarters, the nobles who were greedy for life and afraid of death provided for many night watchmen to ensure the safety of their drunken nights. Among the night watchmen were mages from humble backgrounds who had sold their lives for magic.

Roland and Oron groped their way to Lot's villa.

Reagan stood outside Lotter's villa, sleepy from the night's watch, yawning incessantly, and complaining in his heart: "It's only been a long time since I abandoned Miss Warfield and replaced Miss Filina." Hum! Even if Viscount Turnright gives you more gold, it won't be enough for you to squander. No wonder the old viscount only ranked you fourth in the line of succession. ”

In the distance, the night owls couldn't stop chirping, and the noise upset Reagan. He couldn't help but turn his head and curse in a low voice into the distance, "Damn night owls! ”

In the thick darkness of the night, it was difficult for the bloodline knights who had just entered the black iron steps to see the situation around them. But when he turned around, he found a figure flashing in front of him.

"You!" Reagan looked at the dark shadow in horror, and before he could speak, he felt a sharp pain in the back of his head, and he immediately lost consciousness.

Dragged Reagan to a hidden place and put it away, Roland and Oron cautiously passed through the gate and walked towards the villa.

The wooden doors of the villa were tightly locked, and thick curtains blocked the light inside.

The room is filled with a strong smell of obscene (anti-harmony), men's wheezing, women's moaning, perfume, body odor and the smell of mixed body fluids ~ rotten, all over every corner of the room.

Roland and Oron looked coldly through the window at a pair of young boys and girls in the room who were excited~affectionate~. It was Lott and Ferina, whom I met on the street the day before yesterday.

"I'll show you the situation around you, come on." Orlendo.

Roland nodded slowly, and the killing intent was little by little in his chest.

The distant sky, the moonlight, sparse and sparsely falling, obscure and dim. In the silence and darkness of the night, the sound of the breeze was faintly heard.

The night is dark and the wind is high, when you kill people and set fires!