"As you said before, D'Artagnan will be able to enjoy the thrill of killing to my heart's content when I get here. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info" said a tall burly wizard with a long scar on the corner of his eye to the leader of the operation in front of him.

"Whatever you want, Hansel... But don't move, patriarch of this small family. We'll have to get him back to Mikoniers. "The wizard known as d'Artagnan was dressed in a strange red wizard's robe, and his voice was unusually hoarse, and he couldn't tell the gender.

"Hehe, but I can love him well with my heart, right? Anyway, Mikonils only asked for his life. There aren't many people in a small family like this, it's not enough for me to have a good time, and I heard that the patriarch of this garbage family also hires those dirty mudblood species as guards, which is really disgusting enough. Why don't I just rip his limbs off, I like the screams of children or something. Hansel said with a cruel smile.

D'Artagnan had long been accustomed to Hansel's bad taste, but the few remaining wizards shuddered at Hansel's words.

Although they are both elite-level wizards, in fact, the combat power of the two is not the same level at all. They are just wizards who have grown up on the resources of the Traverse family, and their role is more of a learning and supporting existence, and they are not good at combat.

And d'Artagnan and Hansel are elite wizards who specialize in dealing with some of the Travers family's shady affairs. They have a lot of lives on their hands.

One is academic, the other is warlike. Although the strength of the two is almost the same in terms of reasoning, the difference in experience and psychology makes them fight once they start. D'Artagnan and Hansel were enough to beat the remaining three.

Michelnells had the three of them follow d'Artagnan and Hansel just in case.

"I didn't expect this little family to really choose a place, the environment here is much better than the location chosen by the old guy Miconiels." Hansel said as he surveyed the surroundings of von Heinfeldt's estate.

"Hmph, don't look at von Heinfelt as a small family that has only recently emerged, but their family has a longer history than ours. And this little family is hardly short of money, so naturally it will be enjoyed compared to the miserly guy of Mikoniers. D'Artagnan's words were a response to Hansel.

"History? Does that stuff work? Even how many of the original Divine Twenty-Eight Families are left now? Hansel said disdainfully, and then his eyes glowed with greed. As for the money, isn't it all ours from tonight onwards? ”

"Okay, it's better to get down to business first. Hurry up and find the little patriarch. This manor is a bit too big, and it seems that it will be necessary to divide the head. D'Artagnan held out his hands like dead wood and pointed to the few wizards who had come with them.

It is naturally impossible to participate in this operation with only five elite wizards, and a few adult wizards with some strength to accompany them.

The location where they were at this time was already the lawn inside von Heinfeldt's manor, of course, they did not enter through the main entrance, but Chiguoguo's undisguised invasion. It's a kind of confidence in your own strength.

As for things like vigilance magic outside the manor's gates, it wasn't much of a problem for d'Artagnan and Hansel. This is also deliberately done by Jelf, after all, it is much easier to catch turtles in urns.

"Yes." A few wizards in the d'Artagnan point trembled in response, but they knew that these two elite wizards in the family were brutal and bloodthirsty, they were out-and-out dark wizards, and if they resisted them, they might be tortured to death on the spot if they even said more than one word in the middle of the mission.

"It's weird, no matter how small this family is. We are so invading in the light, they should be aware of it, right? After sending all his wizards out, d'Artagnan said with some strange words. Why hasn't there been a rebellion yet? ”

This time the mission went a little smoothly and went too far. Such an easy invasion, the other party has not even found out until now? It wasn't like the hand of a wizard who could force that old guy like Miconiels to that extent. Although he is unhappy with the head of his family, he has to admit that he does have a set, and d'Artagnan still recognizes Miconiels' ability, otherwise he would have replaced him a long time ago.

"You're just too cowardly...", unlike d'Artagnan's cautiousness, Hansel was much more aggressive. At this time, he was clapping one hand on a strange statue erected in the middle of the lawn, a strange creature that resembled a demon or a gargoyle. Anyway, with Hansel's meagre knowledge, he didn't recognize what it was. "Maybe that little ghost has already spotted us, but he is just hiding under the bed and shivering in fear."

"Hansel, I repeat, this is not cowardice. It's just cautious, sooner or later you'll be killed by your own attitude. D'Artagnan glared at the other man dissatisfied.

"Hmph... There are many people who want to kill Uncle Ben, but unfortunately no one has succeeded so far. Because they were all twisted limbs by Uncle Ben, hehehehe. Hansel let out a barbell-like laugh as he spoke. Isn't it a little too quiet, though? And how did those family wizards go for so long? It's a useless waste to find a little ghost and use so many things. ”

It was indeed a bit too quiet, because there was not even a sound in the entire manor except for the conversation between the two of them, including the sound of insects chirping at night.

Thirty minutes had passed since the wizards had scattered in search of Jelf's location.

Be quiet... Time...

Oops, I knew this little family wasn't that simple.

D'Artagnan's face changed dramatically when he heard Hansel's words. "Oh no, it's a trap!"

At this moment, a strange wave of magic power slowly rose.

D'Artagnan's cry was a step too late, and a scaly claw had pierced Hansel's chest.

The owner of the claws was the strange statue that Hansel had photographed earlier.

Hansel could see the claws clutching at a red, throbbing object.

It turns out that my heart is not black.

The claws clenched tightly, and Hansel's heart splattered outwards and turned into countless pieces.