"There is only one truth, the murderer, and the murderer is you....... Roland, the god of death! It's you, the living ominous, the death bird who walks doom and death, the legendary high-end Grim Reaper schoolboy, and the doom spreader who dies wherever you go. Admit it, you murdered her. ”

"....... Heloise, if I really have this ability, you will be the first to die. I don't care about your joke, but let's be more restrained, others really believe it. If a new strange rumor starts spreading tomorrow, I'll let you eat cat food for a month. ”

We were in the foreign guest area of the Bair Palace, and in a room on the third floor, the palace guards were nervously going in and out, and on the red oak floor, the old man's body was already cold.

Akama, the Master of Prophecy, lay there, his eyes closed, but his expression was steady.

There were no signs of battle around, and the only fatal wound was in the chest.

"I tore out my heart in one fell swoop, and I'm a veteran."

Pulling back the white cloth covering the corpse, seeing the big hole in the chest, but there was not much blood around it, and the hand was extremely clean, he knew that he had encountered a professional assassin.

No matter how powerful a spellcaster is, being attacked by an assassin at close range and killed by an unprepared blow seems to be completely in the past.

But that's not normal at all.

Although it is common sense that a prophet cannot predict his own body, the ability of prophecy and reconnaissance is originally the natural enemy of the assassin, and a senior transcendent mage like Akama does not have a dozen or twenty prophetic spells on his body, but it is incredible.

Detecting invisibility, perceiving hostility, thermal scanning, triggering shields, and true luck, with a slight touch, the alarm will squash the sky, and it is extremely difficult to sneak up close. It's me. It is also impossible to plot against the Master of Prophecy.

If it's me. If it is really like killing a prophet, it is easier to choose to directly carry a knife to the door.

In this case, what a stealth master it is to be able to lurk behind the most famous great prophet in this world, Akama, and kill him with one blow without warning.

Fingertips touched the corpse's gradually cold skin, and dark magic gathered on it.

I don't have the reasoning skills of a Grim Reaper elementary schoolboy, but I have some of Grim Reaper's little tricks. In the magical world, it is not difficult to get the dead to speak.

The conjuring had just begun, but it was directly resisted.

"Holy water requiem? I've really met a veteran. ”

The wet water on the corpse's cheeks must have been holy water, and if it weren't for the foolish priest who came to purify the corpse so quickly, it would have been the assassin who poured it on the corpse.

I asked the guards around, and the priest hadn't come yet.

This shows two problems, one is that the assassin is indeed experienced, and knows the little secret that holy water can hinder the conjugation, which is a little common sense that most necromancers themselves don't know. The second point is intriguing.......

"Assassin, know that corpses will soon summon spirits. Know that there are necromancers who will come to see the corpses. ”

There are actually many restrictions on the spiritualism of extracting corpses and the souls of the living, and corpses that have been dead for too long have lost their vitality, and it is okay to summon them into skeletons and zombies, but it is impossible to summon soul memories.

Under normal circumstances, the soul will soon return to reincarnation, and after an hour or two, even the undead master's conjuring is very likely to fail, and as long as the conjuring technique fails once, it cannot be used again after that.

Spiritualism is to extract the memories in the opponent's soul fragment, and after a failure, the soul fragment is completely shattered, and it is naturally impossible to summon the soul repeatedly.

Therefore, most of the objects of soul conjuring are actually the living, and the necromancer uses this spell, more than ninety percent of them are interrogating the living, and the effect is fast and the consumption is small, and everyone likes to use it, and the side effect is that after the soul is summoned, the living also become the dead.

Baier is the center of the Southern Sect, although there is no explicit opposition to and prohibition of necromancers, but due to the existence of a large number of dragons and holy light professionals, it is not friendly to necromancers, and there are not many necromancers in this country.

And the assassin has already been determined, and soon a necromancer will come to the scene to make such an arrangement.

He knew I was coming.

In a sense, this clue may be more valuable than the opening of the dead man's mouth, and the information that comes from the conjuring spirits is scattered and trivial, and it may or may not be rewarded.

"Mole?"

"It's possible, and it's going to be further determined."

With a wave of my hand, I got up.

Being able to easily approach and gain the trust of the Master of Prophecy, to be able to learn of my arrival and to know the secret method of the undead, I am more suspicious of the other spellcasters who come with the Master than the seasoned top assassins who came out of nowhere.

Some of them may not expect me to come close to the truth.

Helent didn't seem to be in the country, and the foreign envoys didn't have time to come back after being assassinated, so I recorded some speculations and on-site investigations, wrote a list directly, and threw it to the guards, asking him to give one to Helent and one to the archmage who led the team of the Council of Truth this time.

As for the investigation of the traitor or something, I don't plan to intervene, because unlike the easy reasoning of the traitor in the detective novel, it is very, very difficult and troublesome in this era.

Betrayers don't put betrayal on their faces, and there are no clear clues to make wild suspicions, just to create mistrust and more confusion.

Even if there is a clue, you can accuse him, he can also accuse you of framing, the qualifications and experience of the mages are so good that they can't even discern it, and the result is that no one can prove it, that is, in the end, it is strength and prestige that speak, and the winner may not be real.

The Council of Truth has never been monolithic, many of these archmages have touched the taboo and the abyss, and it is too natural to have a relationship with the chaotic side, and it is enough to use the forbidden knowledge, the power of the abyss, and the "truth".

Esso could be mixed in back then, and the archmages of other races and camps were the same, I had long guessed that there must be one of them who was not with us, and now that the other party has made a probe in order to cut off me, it may not be a good thing, and the strong man who can kill Akama is definitely not cannon fodder and periphery, maybe he can dig out a nest.

It's a nuisance, and it's easy to get yourself into the quagmire, and I'm not going to get too involved.

Although this seems to cut off the clue, the prophecy class is a large spell system, and the country of mages is not far away, so find other spellcasters.

And this also confirms a guess from one side.

"I've been being watched, and I've touched my opponent's sensitive area, and my opponent has been forced to shoot."

I was expected to be spied on, but the latter made me breathe a sigh of relief, I don't pat the opponent and don't worry about it, I'm afraid that the opponent doesn't care about you at all, which means that you don't threaten him at all.

It's almost certain that the Daughter of the Abyss has something to do with "Open the Door", so I'm probably going to start collecting information about the Daughter of the Abyss right now.

The easiest thing is to find a daughter who has awakened the abyss,

"It's a real headache, Eliza has always been in touch."

The dead cat, which used to vomit quickly, remained silent at this time.

I'm hesitating to go to Eliza these days, but on the one hand, there are a lot of things on my hands, and on the other hand, no one knows where Eliza is now.

"....... go there to find her, I'm afraid it won't be able to be done in a few months."

In fact, no one knows the location, but it has already explained a lot.

She is probably no longer in this plane, and it is impossible for her to go to the abyss, then, considering her situation, the flame elemental plane is the most likely area, but the flame elemental plane is vast and dangerous, if she wants to avoid me, it is really not a simple task that can be done.

"Forget it, let's keep an eye on Leona first."

Leona is the daughter of the abyss, and it has been determined by the system this morning, maybe as long as I take her with me, sooner or later I will be able to access deeper news.

There are a lot of trivial things in front of me, and I don't have time to cultivate, so the matter of shaping the sword is naturally postponed, and if you want to practice, it is more suitable to find a deep mountain and old forest.

But this mentality is not good now, I'm afraid that the battle with the undead emperors is just around the corner, and Helent should be busy for this top priority.

I have too few chips in my hand, and now I can only be a thug when I enter the game, and I have to take the blame if I lose, and there is no benefit in winning, and maybe I am not pleasing inside and out, which is not what I want, but there is no reason to refuse.

"Roland."

Suddenly, a voice sounded in my ears, but it was not the system and the noisy dead cat, and this thick and deep voice made me settle down at once.

"Boss Ayer? Are you awake? (To be continued.) )