Soon, in the crowd of soldiers, the real Count of Bordeaux appeared. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 Info was beside him, along with Stephen, the mage who had lost to Roy in the GWENT duel.

Seeing that one of the two thieves surrounded looked exactly like himself, the Count of Bordeaux was stunned.

"No wonder you dare to sneak into my annex, it turns out that you assassins have been prepared." The Count of Bordeaux's eyes flashed brightly, and the image of the nouveau riche drunkard before him was like the two of them, "Fortunately, I was lucky enough to learn about the conspiracy of you assassins by chance, and then with the help of Master Stephen, I finally succeeded in catching you all." ”

At a glance, Illario saw the octagonal cross necklace around the neck of the Count of Bordeaux, and said coldly: "As I expected, you are a Templar. ”

"Don't think that this kind of random lies can disturb the morale of the army!" Master Stephen scolded, "The Templar Order was destroyed by the French King more than a hundred years ago! Stop struggling indifferently and lay down your arms and surrender. In the name of the King and the Holy See, I guarantee you a fair trial! ”

Tonight at the banquet was restrained, and Roy was not the only one who didn't drink much, and Stephen only tasted a little alcoholic drink. Later, after inexplicably losing to Roy in a Gwent card duel, he left the banquet in a huff, and on his way back to his residence, he stumbled upon someone drugged the guards with alcohol.

Stephen originally wanted to make friends with the Count of Bordeaux through his superb Gwent card skills and get a good job. The mage needs a lot of money to study magic, and he has to find a sponsor of the funder.

Because of the loss to Roy, the Gwent card route is no longer working, but if you can help the Earl foil a plot against him, it will also be appreciated.

Stephen immediately informed the Count of his discovery. After discussing with the two, they decided to go on with business as usual, luring the enemy to appear, and finally catching the net.

Seeing that the situation was under control, the Count of Bordeaux said proudly: "Surrender, Assassin, Mr. Stephen is an intermediate mage. Your little tricks are useless in the face of great magical powers! ”

"Intermediate mage......" Roy looked at Stephen thoughtfully.

After so many days of travel, Roy already has an understanding of the personal combat power of this magical medieval.

In terms of warrior professions that use weapons such as swords, bows, and crossbows to fight, they can be divided into four levels: trainee samurai, full samurai, grand samurai, and champion samurai.

Trainee Samurai's physical attributes such as strength, constitution, and agility must be at least D graded. If you don't take into account the use of weapons, Roy is now at the level of a trainee samurai.

In order to be promoted to full-fledged samurai, a trainee samurai must master at least one type of power.

The so-called power is a special skill that the samurai awakens by tempering the body to stimulate the potential in the body, and directly control the magic power for their own use.

This is also a spell-like ability.

So some people say that mages cast spells by their minds, warlocks cast spells by blood, and samurai cast spells by muscles.

The Great Samurai, which is a step further than the official samurai, has the combat power to rival a hundred soldiers. The champion samurai is a great samurai who has won a national martial arts competition, and it is the pinnacle of the warrior profession.

Compared to the warrior department, the caster is also divided into four levels: apprentice, beginner, intermediate, and advanced.

The ability of the apprentice caster is similar to that of the mage apprentice in the world of Torrell, who can only perform the Zero Ring Trick. The spells that a beginner mage can use are as powerful as a ring. The spells used by intermediate mages are equivalent to the three rings with the most powerful. And the high-level mage is probably able to cast a spell with a power equivalent to the six rings.

The spellcasters of this world, not to mention the goddesses of Aya Bahamut, are not even compared to the nine-ring mages who are not rare in the world of Toriel, who raise their hands to shoot meteors and open their mouths to split, they are also much inferior.

Although it is only a low-magic world, Roy, whose spellcasting ability is roughly equivalent to that of an intermediate mage, still has a lot of room for improvement in this magical medieval.

Stephen had just made a group of dozens of soldiers invisible and set up an ambush for Roy and Illario to be hit together. This hand is extremely beautiful, and Roy estimates that the spell should be similar to the three-ring illusion "Invisible Orb" in the world of Torrell, which can create a circular invisible field centered on the caster. All creatures within range will become invisible to the outside world.

From this point of view, Stephen and Roy's spell casting level should be on par.

But for Roy, with a gun in his hand, he didn't panic. In front of his carefully crafted exclusive weapons, the large group of enemies in front of him are nothing more than local chickens and dogs.

Of course, it is easy to destroy the enemy, but it is not easy to protect yourself.

Surrounded by a heavy siege, it is impossible for Roy to kill all the enemies in an instant, leaving the opponent without a chance to fight back, let alone detect the attacks launched by the enemies in front and behind, left and right.

In case of bad luck, the enemy can take his own life with a single shot of a crossbow arrow.

He looked at Ilario, "You assassins should have the means to obscure your vision and interfere with the enemy's means of escape, such as smoke grenades or something." ”

Illario nodded, "Yes, yes." But we are so surrounded by the enemy that we cannot escape even if we throw the enemy into chaos for the time being. ”

Seeing that Roy and Illario were whispering and did not surrender, the Count also lost patience and waved the order to attack.

The halberd-wielding Earlguard's guards pressed in, and the RNY mercenaries aimed their heavy crossbows at the Roys.

"Don't hesitate, quick!"

Hearing Roy's words, Ilario suddenly remembered the delicate magic weapon in Roy's hand when they first met. He decided to take a gamble and quickly threw two black orbs at the ground.

Boom! Boom!

With two muffled sounds, orange smoke suddenly spread quickly from the place where the two people were standing!

"Shoot the arrows! Shoot the arrows! The Count immediately shouted in a hurry.

Stephen, who was next to him, was prepared, and immediately began to chant magic, ready to summon a strong wind and blow away the smoke.

"Child'......s play," Stephen said with contempt, "even if you can delay it for a few seconds with these smokes, what can you do?" It is impossible for the other side to escape the heavy encirclement of the soldiers. And how many people can be killed if you try to fight back desperately? ”

Stephen thought to himself that if this happened, he would only be able to cast a fireball spell at most, killing four or five soldiers, and then he would still be killed by random arrows or halberds.

Unfortunately, the power of the weapon in Roy's hand was far beyond the imagination of a medieval mage.

Under the cover of yellow smoke, the white light flashed in Roy's palm, and the silver pistol was in his hand. He quickly replaced the pistol with a magazine incendiary grenade, and then, without thinking about it, instinctively pulled the trigger into the crowd.

The incendiary bomb made by Roy has a light and thin warhead, and the cavity is filled with a gelatinous high-energy mixed incendiary agent, and the combustion effect is far better than that of the coagulation ******.

The incendiary bombs exploded one after another in the enemy group, and as soon as they came into contact with the air, the incendiary agent turned into flames.

Moreover, this flame possesses the viciousness and fear that the people of this world have never seen.

Stone, skin, steel, leather...... No matter what the material, once it is contaminated with this terrible flame like the Black Death, it can never get rid of it.

The Earlguard, dressed in refined full-body armor that protects them from swords and bows, has become a haunting nightmare. The armor was glued to the flames, and as it burned, the temperature rose rapidly, and the poor soldiers felt as if they were trapped in a tin can, and then roasted on the fire.

What's even more tragic is that the full-body armor equipped by the Earlguard's guards needs someone to help them put on and take off smoothly. So they had no choice but to throw down the halberd in their hands and run around or roll on the ground to relieve the pain before they died.

As for those RNY crossbowmen, they are even less resistant in the face of incendiary bombs.

The flames burned directly through their leather armor and then adhered to their skin.

The screams suddenly broke the tranquility of the Red Maple Manor.

Mage Stephen was so stunned by the sight that he completely forgot to cast the spell, allowing the magic that had been condensed in his hand to dissipate.

"What are you doing in a daze, do it quickly, get rid of that mage!" The Count of Bordeaux pointed to Roy, who was dressed as himself, and said angrily to Stephen.

Stephen woke up from a dream and quickly began to chant the incantation, and a beam of lightning suddenly formed on his fingertips, aiming at Roy.

However, when you cast a spell, how can you pull the trigger quickly.

An ordinary bullet rotates from the gun under the action of rifling.

The streamlined warhead pierced the air, accurately hit Stephen's forehead, and then released a huge kinetic energy, directly lifting half of the back of his head into the air!

The Count of Bordeaux, who was standing next to Stephen, was suddenly sprayed in the face by the yellow, white and red mixed brains. The foul smell made his legs limp, and he fell to the ground, feeling of fear and nausea rushing over him.

It was only then that Illario came to his senses.

He was secretly ashamed. As a professional assassin, he was shocked by Roy's terrifying and efficient killing ability, which really shouldn't have been.

"There is still a big gap between me and a great assassin like Altaïr......"

He fixed his gaze on the Count of Bordeaux, who was so frightened that he couldn't walk, and with a movement of his wrist, his Hidden Blade unsheathed.

However, Roy reached out and stopped him: "Spare his life tonight." ”

For Lowy, he was not interested in the feud between the Assassins and the Templars. The Count of Bordeaux was not bad, entertained him with good food and drink, and gave him a lot of money. Since he has stolen other people's things, and the other party is no threat now, why kill people again.

Of course, as for whether someone else will assassinate the Count in the future, he doesn't bother to care.

In addition, Loy also had the idea of making a two-headed bet in his heart, hoping to get in touch with the Knights Templar in the future in order to learn more about the secrets of this world.