"Oran? You're not Linnart, are you. Why do you deceive me, that I have always believed in you? Are you in league with that one-eyed villain? The baron's face was as dead as he stared at Oran, almost desperately, squeezing the words out between his teeth. It seems that this fact hit him even harder than a bunch of bandits who wanted to kill him in his house.

"You've only guessed half of the half, I'm not Linut, and at least you're not going to die now."

"Then tell me, is the real Linut dead? If it weren't for the silver dagger at your waist, I wouldn't have been stupid enough to mistake someone just because you're also black-haired. ”

"Dagger, you're talking about this dagger?" Oran was a little surprised, it turned out that the baron's kindness to him was entirely due to the silver dagger he had inadvertently carried on his shoulder. This is when Yulia helped him dress up, she felt that this dagger matched the dress, so she let him wear it.

Of course, it was also because no one at the banquet forbade him to carry such a short and delicate "ornament", probably because of the "honored guests", just like the Baron Ravenhaus who fell to the ground, and he was also allowed to carry the beautiful and slender bayonet sword.

If memory serves, this dagger was given to him by the same Jesson who would rather die with his friend than survive. Thinking about it this way, if it were not for the fact that this dagger happened, I am afraid that they would have been "recognized" the moment they entered the castle, and then they would have become the baron's enemies and surrounded by heavy troops.

"Yes, I don't believe anyone other than him knows that this dagger is a token of our agreement, since twenty years ago. Tell me, what is your purpose, and what evil and vicious means did you use to make him spit out this secret? It must be cruel! The baron pointed his sword at Orlan and questioned him in a loud voice, ignoring the Assassins who had rushed before them.

"Would you believe me if I said he gave it to me?" Before he could finish speaking, Orlan had disappeared in place. That's right, in the baron's eyes, Orlan disappeared like a phantom, and only the screams of those people were heard behind him. In fact, Orlan with his bare hands is the existence that makes humans fearful, especially when he is not in a good mood when his plans are disrupted.

The hideous Assassin in a man's uniform looked like a water ghost who had been beaten by Orlan by the river that night, and flew upside down with the crack of bones and broke several long tables, even though it was already a mess.

Sideways dodges, simple punches and horizontal kicks, the assassins who poured in from all sides seemed to have touched an impenetrable barrier that would kill them to the touch, and one by one they flew upside down like humanoid sandbags and could never get up again.

These Assassins were not fearless dead men, and it was hard not to be afraid to see their teammates wailing for a tragic death, until no one dared to rush forward recklessly.

Boast! At this moment, the chain of the huge glass chandelier above the hall snapped, and a figure slammed straight into the ground. At the last moment, Oran grabbed the baron and dodged out of the range of the chandelier. There was a shrill sound of splinters, and the shards flew in all directions.

I saw that the round table erected in front of the two of them in Oran's hand was full of broken flakes of glass ballast. Looking at the figure above the remains of the chandelier, Orlan knew that the main owner of the assassination had officially appeared.

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"Good, that's good! Who should I be, it turned out to be the white-haired puppy next to the old dog who fell into the water, what? Now the ability to bite people is becoming more and more proficient. I heard that there is a big banquet tonight, but as your former captain of the guard, why don't you invite me, Lord Baron? The man in the black robe lifted his hood to reveal his head, which was as dry as the bark of an old tree, but this did not prevent others from seeing his hideous appearance with one eye blind.

When the surrounding Assassins saw his true face, they lowered their heads in fear, and even bowed down, as if they were praying for something.

"I didn't expect you to be alive, I really don't know what evil spell made you crawl out of the coffin buried in the ground, and I can even smell the stench on you from so far away." The baron made no secret of his disgust for the bald corpse.

"Hehehe, sir, you think you can kill me by piercing my heart? I didn't expect it, hahaha! I am the real chosen one, and the moment I woke up, I understood that the world didn't want me to die, and the gods didn't want me to die! The gods have made me discover the true secret of this world, the satisfaction that comes from the black soul is better than all the delicacies in this world! It makes me stronger! ”

"And you, white-haired puppy, why do you have such a fragrance? But I don't smell the same kind from you. Hehehe, but I really want to kill you and make you a Chosen One before I can enjoy you...... Hahaha! ”

The undead, apparently the one-eyed owl, spoke those words nervously as if they were mad and crazy.

"Why are you and those fools of the Faceless Church obsessed with becoming a living corpse? You've died many times, and at first you were no different than a normal person, your wounds healed, and your skills became extremely strong. ”

"But did you notice that you're pretty much a madman, you must know what your fate will be, right? And the delicious stuff you said, is this it? Oran was also in no hurry to deal with this opponent, as if the "teasing" of the cat catching the mouse had been integrated into his bones. Although this instinct has been restrained a lot under the guidance of the old hunter, after encountering this mortal enemy who made him "worried", Orlan couldn't help but "reveal his true feelings".

"Shhh...... You really know, hehehe, you know everything! Yes, I've eaten a lot of my kind, haha, they're delicious! Give me what is in your hand, it is better to ...... Give me yourself! The one-eyed owl stared at the little black crystal in Orlan's hand, the greedy desire that made his eyes red, and even his dry and rotten body was trembling spasmally.

"If you want it, then come and get it!" Oran tucked Sombra into his breast pocket and replied playfully.

Then the one-eyed owl was like a mad ape, and his big grinning mouth splashed saliva and jumped towards Oran, and the steel chandelier skeleton under his feet was even flattened by him, and his strength was far beyond ordinary people.

Orlan disappeared again in place, boom ...... In the blink of an eye, I saw that the second floor of the castle hall had been knocked out of a deep pit by brute force, and a large number of rubble and smoke filled the entire space.