In the corner of the courtyard, a wurm was talking enthusiastically with someone, and when he saw the little girl leaning over, he ended the conversation with the person in front of him.

"Ready? I had hidden my bow and arrows in a crack in the wall. ”

"You can't go up the walls, there are too many patrols up there." The girl was chewing on the bread with a blank face, just like the shy one she had just looked.

There were more than twice as many guards on the walls as usual, and the original patrol route had been redesigned, and the girl was not sure that she would be able to sneak into the predetermined position without alerting anyone, even if she was proficient in illusion.

"Then it won't work to create an accident with stone carving?"

"If you've noticed, you'll see that the stone sculpture is long gone......

The Argonian fell silent for a moment, his task was mainly to take care of the response, but the current situation did not seem to be as smooth as planned.

"Take this and find a way to put it on the bride." The Argonian pulled out a finger-sized bottle of alchemy potion, "Don't open it until then." ”

It was a bottle of chronic poison that, when opened, could silently kill the bearer, and poisoning was an option for Assassins, but in such cases, the success rate of poisoning was not high, and the priests of the temple could deal with it immediately if it was detected in time.

The girl took the potion, shoved it on, and slipped back into the crowd, looking for an opportunity.

Her petite size concealed her real age, and many people would not be wary of such a little girl, because, unbeknownst to them, it was a listener from the Dark Brotherhood.

Don't look at the bride and groom wandering among the guests from time to time, but the seemingly reckless approach just now, the girl has already noticed that there are many hidden guards around the bride.

Suppressing the black dagger hidden in her sleeve, the girl did not want to be assassinated directly in front of the public, although the riot would be a good cover, but it was much more difficult to get out.

As the guests continued to come to the courtyard, the voices of talk and blessings gradually overpowered the poetess's singing.

Taking advantage of this gap, the poetess put down the lute, took a piece of food on the table, and filled her somewhat shriveled stomach in preparation for the next performance.

The banquet was clearly designed to cater to the habits of the Nords, and was not as formal and solemn as a royal banquet, and almost every localist was very satisfied.

The girl wandered through the crowd, not much different from the other children scurrying all over the ground, and her eyes lit up as she looked at the variety of food on the table, and even ran to the poetess and asked her to bring her a roasted shiny deer rib.

If someone had mapped out the girl's path, she would have found herself again close to the bench where the bride was.

Wiping the grease stains on her mouth, the bride's happy smiling face appeared in front of the girl's eyes.

There seemed to be someone in the crowd whose feet had been stepped on, and there was a little commotion, and the girl standing on the side seemed to have been hit by someone, and the whole person fell towards the bride.

The bride also noticed the reckless girl just now, and hurriedly stretched out her hand to catch the girl so that she would not fall and hurt herself.

Watching the bride's movements, the girl's fingers pressed on the mouth of the special bottle of the alchemy potion, and soon, the bottle of the potion would appear on the bride's body.

But a hand suddenly appeared in front of her, and before she could crash into the bride's arms, the girl was stopped.

"Be careful, the bride's clothes won't look good if they get grease." A voice sounded in her ears, and the girl noticed that the person who was holding her was a young man.

"Actually, it's nothing, but thank you, Mr. Zhang Lin." The bride smiled at the man, preferring between letting a lovely girl fall in front of her eyes and getting her clothes dirty.

"Well, I'll take this reckless little imp to her parents, always running around like this will cause trouble for others."

"Then I'm bothering you." The bride did not doubt Zhang Lin's words, as the wedding was about to officially begin, most of the guests returned to their places, and most of the children who were scurrying around were restrained by their parents, blocking their active behavior with fragrant food.

It's not like the girl doesn't want to struggle and shout loudly, which will get her out of control, but it will also make her visible, and it will be more difficult to act again later.

So she was like a child who had done something wrong, lowered her head and let Zhang Lin lead her away.

However, as the two of them moved towards the corner where there was almost no one, the girl's eyes when she looked at Zhang Lin changed, originally she was just going to use illusion to make the man who was holding her wrist fall asleep, but now a trace of murderous intent began to appear in her eyes.

The combination of a young man suspected of being an aristocrat, a petite girl, and a corner that no one cared about, suddenly reminded the girl of some of the bad deeds of the rumored aristocracy, and the face that originally looked a little pleasing to the eye had turned into a disgusting demon in her eyes.

In the corner behind the wall is a half-human-tall box that looks perfect for placing items, and a bottle of wine that the guests have drunk half of their wine on it.

"You're scratching me!" The girl looked at Zhang Lin with teary eyes, believing that her performance would make the other party relax their vigilance.

And just as she wished, her wrist was released, and then a white light spread out from her hand, and she flexibly used the box to go around behind Zhang Lin, covering her mouth with one hand, and the dagger that slipped out of the other hand pierced his heart.

Compared to cutting her throat and leaving a large amount of blood stains that are easy to expose, the heart is an excellent position, in the loss of consciousness caused by illusion, the disgusting aristocratic man in front of her will die without making any sound, and when she completes her task and leaves, someone may find a corpse here.

The invincible dagger did not pierce the heart as easily as the girl imagined, and the touch of gold and iron made her think for the first time that this noble man was afraid of death, and he wore armor on his chest under the cover of his clothes.

The girl hurriedly moved the dagger upward, not caring about the possibility of exposure, and was about to cut her throat.

But the next moment, the girl's hands were restrained at the same time, and the whole person was lifted, and the man who seemed to her to be still in a state of distraction stared at her with clear eyes, and did not seem to be affected at all.

"Let go!"

The girl let out a low cry, like a mad female beast, and kicked Zhang Lin's abdomen with her legs with bared teeth.

Zhang Lin, who was almost kicked to the point, slammed the girl towards the wall with palpitations, and the impact from behind made the girl snort, and then a string of ropes that seemed to have been prepared fell, and as Zhang Lin pulled and tightened, the girl was tied up.

"Why are you so skilled?" Kashia's voice came from behind him, "How long have you been practicing this move??" ”

When the words fell, the girl glared at Zhang Lin angrily, more like she was looking at some kind of non-recyclable garbage.

"What is this?" Zhang Lin picked up the bottle of alchemy potion that slipped from the girl's sleeve.

"Don't change the subject."

Gently pressing the mouth-like button on the cap of the potion bottle, the green liquid spread directly on his hand.

"Death, death! Detoxify me! ”

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