The sky is cloudless and the sky is clear and blue. The breeze blows, and one can smell blood and dust, spices and shisha in the air.

As usual, there were several more homicides on the streets of Ram. Many of the petty nobles who had lost power because they were on the side of Prince Benedict had died unexpectedly, from their opponents to ordinary slaves, and even to suicide in despair. The number of nobles and merchants implicated in the bankruptcy of the vault was not ordinary.

The patrolling Templars quickly removed the bodies and covered them with blood. When one walks down the wide streets of Ramna, no one thinks of the unfortunate dead.

The road is lined with tall and old, exotic statues whose faces have been obscured by weathered marks and bird droppings. An ornate palanquin carried by four people weaves its way through the road, into the shadow cast by the statue, and then back to daylight, and so on.

Muhadi sat cross-legged in the sedan chair, his body swaying gently as the sedan chair moved. He lifted the curtain on the side of the car and looked up at the forgotten faces. These statues belong to the ancient false gods before the Purification War, and they have long since fallen and been forgotten by their own followers. The Witch King snatched these statues from a thousand ancient temples and erected them here to show his power and prove the hypocrisy of the ancient gods.

The western part of Lamu is a sprawling, rectangular area surrounded by mud-brick huts, livestock pens and lime-coated shisha houses. The ground protrudes from the hillock, like a myriad of huge and friendless monsters lurking underground, and the spine breaks through to the ground with a large black mouth that leads to the cool and wide storage room underground. In the center of the square is a labyrinth of vendors and rugged aisles, covered by a canopy of long yellow grass.

When Muhadi arrived in a sedan chair, hundreds of merchants were busy unloading their goods and setting up stalls, but it was still quiet and deserted compared to the Grand Bazaar in Tyre. According to Prince Corwin, the caravan came here mainly to sell weapons, various armor and news, and the target was the mercenaries here. This place is a lawless place in the city of Ram, and it is also the seat of Prince Gerald's adventurer's guild, where all kinds of mercenaries and adventurers are waiting for their patrons to come to their door. Because there are so many adventurers, there is a lot of security, theft and murder are endless, and merchants and decent people are reluctant to come.

Although decent people don't like to come here, it is a place where adventurers of many races and mercenaries of all religions gather. The psychic sorcerer looked out from the palanquin, where things, sounds, and smells were exotic, and people sat on the ground, munching on tree eggs, ladybug pies, and slimy mashed potatoes. The high-pitched howls of the bard and the chatter of the fortune teller rang out from time to time, and some adventurers carried strange animals such as strange black and white horses, lion-headed monsters in silver cages, and huge chameleon lizards.

Adventurers of all races and tribes. There are human warriors with camouflage and colorful feathers on their heads, southerners with dark complexions and solemn expressions, tall, fair-skinned, muscular Moors, elves with felt hats and piercing eyes, female warriors from the halfling tribe with iron hoops and red jade headdresses on their faces, and even blasphemer mages with gloomy and feared faces. They had tattoos on their hands, feet, and chests, and their faces were covered with masks. The people of Atas generally hated the demon law and hated the mage, but no one dared to come out in front of the mage.

The pace of the sedan bearer slowed down, because there was no road left. People come and go at will, and thieves mingle in the crowd, looking for targets. When some adventurers with a keen sense of smell saw the sedan chair, they gathered around and loudly proclaimed their skills, trying to attract potential customers. Several languages rang out at the same time, each trying to overpower the other, and the scene could be noisy for an inexperienced person who was dizzy.

"This is where you want me to be?" The psychic man stopped looking outside and asked the other person sitting in the palanquin.

"This is it. Prince Corwin lit an incense burner in the palanquin, and he was fanning the incense into his nose with his hand. The Psychic Warlock felt very unpleasant at the smell of garlic and cinnamon. Because of his synaesthesia, the smell turned into an out-of-tune flute sound that made him dizzy.

If it weren't for Corwin's statement that the incense burner was a magical item, and that the fragrance it produced would keep out the prying eyes of prophetic and detective magic, the Psychic Warlock would definitely refuse to ride the palanquin.

"Do you see that building over there?" Corwin didn't even look at him, and Muhadi lifted the curtain and peeked in that direction.

"That cheesy and ugly hall, with a dozen half-giants guarding the door, the one with the twin sword coats of arms carved on the doorway?"

The Psychic Warlock saw a black-and-white building with an onion-headed dome in the middle and slender towers on all sides. It was surrounded by a metal fence, and a row of tall half-giants guarded its gates. The Half-Giant Guards wore heavy three-layered lizardskin armor with a white cloth around their waists, knee-length cloaks, and brass knee pads tied to their shins. Their weapon was a stone sledgehammer that hung from their waists, and the head of the hammer looked much larger than a human head, weighing at least a few dozen pounds, enough to smash a heavily armed man into flesh with a single blow.

A number of men in uniform came and went from the building, their robes purple, sandals of ripe lizard skin, and elaborate rings, brooches, bracelets, and medals. Sweat had soaked their shoulders and chests because of the heat, and the robe was ridiculously clinging to their chests and backs.

"Those men are Gerrard's men. "That building is the lobby of his so-called Adventurers' Guild." ”

Next, the prince briefly introduced the origin of this adventurer's guild.

Due to Ram's witch king, Abellachili, who was very disgusted with the inhuman race, many alien adventurers (and some employers) could not enter the inner city lightly. And adventurers are just a nice way to put it, but in fact, this group of people is often the source of crime, and they do everything to deceive and deceive, and it is not suitable for them to wander around the city and cause trouble. Ram's Templars simply carved out this area for the use of these outsiders.

Prince Gerald saw the business opportunity and founded his own Adventurer's Guild. It's said to be a guild, but it's actually a broker organization. The prince had a wide range of friends, and knew that the nobles had a lot of shady work to do, and his main business was to help these noble friends to do many things without getting their hands dirty, and to find suitable patrons for the adventurers who had no spare strength.

The adventurers who gather here come from a variety of backgrounds, ranging from the children of the aristocracy who like to pursue excitement, to the poor urban poor who have no money, or the young people who have come out of the tribe to experience. Although it is not impossible for adventurers to be alone, most of them still form various small teams, so that the chances of survival are higher, and it is easier to get big business.

Guilds offer a wide variety of missions, from assassinating enemies and stealing items to exploring unknown tombs and slaying vicious monsters. However, it has no coercive force, and sometimes there are situations where the adventurer receives a deposit and does not do anything. This calls for fugitive hunters and bounty hunters, and Gerald has the best bounty hunters in the desert at his disposal.

The prince sometimes uses adventurers to do things for himself, some of which are more upright, such as capturing fierce desert bandit leaders, exploring uncharted deep desert areas, and so on. Some of them can't see the light, such as assassinating aristocratic opponents, looting caravans, and so on. But most of the time he is secretive, even if he hires adventurers to do shady work, ordinary people will never be able to find clues.

Gerard Tong Guò is a middleman business that makes a lot of money. However, adventurers often get him into trouble. Moreover, these adventurers are forgetful of profit and profit, and they completely care about money. Coupled with their lack of organization and discipline, Prince Gerald's power could not compete with brothers like Corwin or Benedict, and he had to choose to cling to other powerful princes.

The sedan chair bearer carried the sedan chair through the various strange adventurer teams, and the people in the sedan chair were not idle, and were using psionic energy to probe the surroundings in an unobtrusive way. There were many aristocrats or big businessmen who came here in this way to find suitable adventurers, so their palanquins were not very eye-catching.

It didn't take long for them to find their goal for the trip.

In a corner of the western part of the city, five or six praying mantis people gathered together and sat in a circle. They were roasting meat and onions on a piping hot flint. The mantis men covered their bodies with cloaks, spears and bows behind their backs or stuck in the ground, oblivious to the fact that they were being spiking. The praying mantis people sang loudly in their own language, and this was the first time Muhadi had heard this insect-like intelligent creature sing.

A praying mantis man seated on the top spoke first, "Who are the four good men of the Toksa tribe?" he asked, and then sang in a long, heroic tone.

"The forehead is like a cast of brass,

The mouth is like a chisel,

The tongue is like an awl;

has an iron heart,

Take a ring knife as a whip;

Drink morning dew to quench your thirst,

Ride the wind.

In the days of fighting,

It is human flesh that is eaten;

In the days of war,

Feed on human flesh. ”

"If you ask who are those four heroes? These two are Don't and Kubilai, and those two are Le Despise and Don't Forehead. It's the four of them. ”

The praying mantis' voice was very different from most of the songs Muhadi had heard, and although the tone was simple and crude, the melody was melodious and sad, and when sung it flowed like a great river. The song is about the scene when the two armies meet on the battlefield, and Muhathir himself can be regarded as a battle-hardened person, and his heart resonates when he hears it. It was as if he was walking side by side with his companions, rushing into battle. At this time, several heroic generals were killed on the opposite side, and he was asking his comrades in arms.

Psionic training immediately worked at this point, suppressing his emotions and alienating his imagination. Muhadi's heart sank and he continued to listen to the mantis man's song. The tune is like ice, and the sound can stop the clouds. Although it was always unbearably hot on Atas, he felt as if there was an autumn breeze in front of him, and there was a bleak and cold place around him.

"Who is the one who led the many men and horses rushing over from behind?"

"That's the son of Mother Kha Erlun who fed her with human flesh.

He was cast of raw bronze from top to bottom,

Pierce it with an awl,

No gaps can be found;

His whole body was forged of fine iron

Prick with a needle,

I couldn't find a seam.

He was three degrees tall,

Able to eat three-year-old calves.

Wearing three layers of armor, three bullocks dragged him.

swallow the man with the bow and arrow whole, without hindering the throat;

Swallow a manly man completely,

Not enough to act as a snack.

He bent his bow in anger,

Shoot a forked arrow,

Flying over the mountains,

Penetrate one or twenty people.

He drew his bow and shot arrows,

Flying through the wilderness,

Shoot through the enemy. ”

"He drew his bow so hard that he could shoot 900 degrees away, and he could shoot 500 degrees away with a little force. He was born different, with a tall and strong body like a giant python. His name is Humble Chi Hazar!"

The song obviously has a very long history, as it seems that Atas now has no cows and has never seen a python. But it's this antiquity that adds an extra charm to it. Although the lyrics themselves are rudimentary, and even seem a little vulgar. But the praying mantis people sang domineeringly, completely ignoring it. Although it is still desolate, there is pride in it, and there is a trace of stubbornness in the vulgarity and barbarism.

From a human perspective, it's almost impossible to tell the difference between two different mantises. Because their faces are chitinous exoskeletons, they have no muscles and no expressions. But the psychic mancer was sure, "These are the people." ”

Muhadi recognized one of the mantis people's thoughts that had been mixed in the middle of hundreds of attackers during the attack on the small town of Smyra. In addition, the names of the Toksa tribe are mentioned in their lyrics.

Corwin nodded under his hood, "Sure enough, so Gerrard has always been on Benedict's side." He's the one who hires the mantis and loots caravans and trade points. ”

When the praying mantis people plundered around, they were ruthless, and most of them did not leave a living mouth. And that's what they do, and no one can doubt that these attacks are being instigated. Prince Gerald sent these barbaric fellows to rob, and he really did what he did. Corwin had to shell out a large sum of money in order to compensate the merchants for their losses.

Benedict went bankrupt due to a run, and was temporarily unable to confront Corwin's forces. The Templars were captivated by the Great Psychic Sorcerer Puppeteer. Although Gerald's Adventurer's Guild also has some power, it is difficult to speak alone, and it is not a very powerful opponent.

Corwin thought to himself that it seemed that Gerald didn't finish the finishing work this time, maybe he trusted the mantis people too much and didn't stay alive, or maybe he was in a hurry because of Benedict's defeat and made mistakes in his busyness, or maybe these mantis people didn't see anyone and didn't listen to Gerald's orders and insisted on staying here.

"You're going to do something to this Prince Gerald?" asked Muhati as he looked at the half-giants guarding the entrance to the Adventurers' Guild Hall. "The defense here is not very strong. ”

"Nope. Corwin shook his head, his hood shaking with his movements. "I'm not going to do it directly. ”

"You care about brotherhood?" teased the Psychic Warlock.

Corwin laughed silently. "I'm not luxurious enough to have this kind of affection. The reason why I didn't plan to do it directly to Gerald was because he wasn't a threat to me right now. If I kill him, then other people who have been associated with Benedict will stand against me out of fear. ”

"So that's it?" Muhadi thought of the few mercenaries who had died in Smaila, though he didn't even know what their names were. The entire town was slaughtered and burned, but it was a by-product of the struggle for power among several princes.

"Nope. "I'm going to teach Gerald a lesson that he won't dare to disobey me like that again." ”

"Since you don't want to do it, how do you teach him. ”

"Naturally, it's borrowing someone else's hand. Corwin turned his head and said unexpectedly. "Muhadi, are you ready to meet the Witch King?"

The Psychic Warlock was stunned, not knowing how to answer.

The witch-kings of Athas are tyrants who never grow old, but they are also formidable warriors and the greatest reliance on humanity over other humanoid races. Today, though, the surviving witch kings of Atas are no longer so keen on carrying out the extermination decrees announced by the primordial warlocks, and even turn a blind eye to the inhuman race living in their cities. But they will not sit idly by and watch humanity being massacred by alien races.

Abellachiri was one of the more fanatical fighters, and her passion for genocide impressed the other fighters. Under her magic, tens of thousands of orcs were as weak as babies. And the real orc babies are killed like animals and thrown into the wilderness. After the Battle of Purification, the primordial warlock disappeared, and the warriors established themselves as kings and never interacted again. Abellachili fought several skirmishes on her own, killing a large number of inhuman races.

Gerald let the Mantis men attack human settlements, and it would be fine if his hands and feet were clean and there were no handles. But now that Corwin has the evidence and plans to sue him in front of the Witch King, then maybe Abellachiri will be angry and will punish Gerald severely.

Corwin did not intend to sue himself, but wanted Muhati to meet the Witch King. Although the latter was a little interested in meeting the witch king, he didn't want to take the risk at all. Coming to Ram City is a thing, and meeting the Witch King is a completely different thing. Any witch king on Atas is the ultimate predator at the top of the food chain. In the unlikely event that Abellachiri had made a move on herself, the Psychic Warlock would have no chance of winning at all.

"It can't be. Muhadi shook his head, "As far as I know, the witch kings don't like people like me, are you killing yourself? If I die here, then Tyr will never give up." ”

"Relax. "The Witch King isn't as violent as most people think, and she's, well, very reasonable. ”

My last meeting with the Witch King was not friendly at all. Muhati thought of Hamanu, the Witch King of Ulric in the Battle of Tyre, and said in his heart. "I'm not your subordinate, Corwin. I'm here to help Tyre expand its influence, not to help you fight for power. You can find someone else for this kind of thing. ”

"That's a shame. The prince replied, "Because our Grand Verital is different, she likes to give gifts to those who meet her, and sometimes even patiently answers questions from others." In her opinion, a casual on-demand broadcast can make a person who practices magic or psionic energy suddenly open his mouth and enlighten him. It is not uncommon for young mages to offer gifts in the hope of being received by her. ”

"It's not worth the risk. After a moment's thought, Muhati flatly refused. "Psionic energy is not like magic, it is more about personal comprehension than the accumulation of knowledge and experience. ”

"It is clear that the relationship of trust between us needs to be strengthened. Corwin shrugged, "But since you've decided, so be it, I'm not going to force it." ”

The prince knocked on the palanquin, and the sedan chair bearer immediately understood, and carried the two out of this chaotic and vibrant lawless place.

Returning to the prince's palace from the western part of the city, Muhadi rushed to the suite that Corwin had prepared for him as soon as he got out of the sedan chair, thinking about how to get in touch with Tyre as soon as possible. At the auction, Prince Corwin inadvertently reveals that the ancient halfling relic that can travel through time is in a ruin that Ram does not want. And according to the story he had heard from the great merchant Fovard, in order to find the Pure Fortress, he had to pass through this ruin. Unexpectedly, he showed up the way to the Pure Fortress, and this must be reported to Tyr.

On the way, he calculated that the Pure Fortress, as the most important relic of the ancient halfling civilization, must contain countless secret treasures. If you can go there, not only will you be able to find many secret treasures, but you may also have the opportunity to further improve your psionic attainments.

Muhadi was not keen on political struggles, and Tyr was said to be in the middle of a fierce struggle for power, so he didn't want to go back now, and the idea of going to the Pure Fortress sounded much more appealing.

Make your way to the Pure Fortress, where the final leg will take you through the vast salt sea. It is an absolutely dead place where there is no life, and the salt layer on the surface is up to 70 meters thick, and there is zero rainfall. The dry seas of Atas leave behind a seabed with trenches up to 10,000 meters deep and rolling mountains that are difficult to cross. In that kind of place, you can't even cast magic, because there is no life force for the mages to extract. Even the Witch King did not dare to go too far into the Salt Sea.

Psychic abilities don't require life force support, so psionics are one of the best candidates to cross the Salt Sea. However, the Starch Spencer Druid named Camilla was also able to cast spells in places like the Salt Sea, and the Psychic Warlock was a little worried that if she had to go to the Pure Fortress, she would be in trouble on the way.

Muhati walked into his suite while thinking about his thoughts, and a nimble figure in the room heard footsteps and turned his head gracefully, "I knew you would come back, don't blame me for sneaking into your room." ”

Raina smiled, threw down a book in her hand, and walked over to ask Muhadi. "As soon as you arrive in Ram City, you will spend your days with that Prince Corwin. Smothered me. ”

"What about the others," Muhadi asked casually, unloading his cutlass and mask, placing them on the ground. "What about the mercenaries under Muscle Daddy?"

"Naturally, they were all training with the Prince's soldiers," the girl said, sitting back on the edge of the bed. "Can Corwin still let those vulgar mercenaries come and go in and out of his palace at will?"

The psychic sorcerer thought that this was not wrong, and he had patronized the destruction of Benedict, but ignored the girl. As the daughter of the Witch King, and knowing the experience of the previous owner of this body, she deserves more attention from herself.

"It's me who is wrong. Muhati apologized, "I've been busy dealing with others, and I don't have time to spend more time with you." ”

"The speech was cold, and I didn't feel any emotion at all. Raina grumbled sullenly, "You've changed too much from before. When you were in the city of Nibenai, you would all go shopping with me. ”

"It's just a side effect of learning psionic powers, and it would be strange if I hadn't changed at all as before. The Psychic explained.

"I don't know what you think, you actually want to learn psionics. I don't know how many people are jealous of your arcane talents, and don't you drag yourself down by being distracted from learning something else?, or do you think the power of magic is not strong enough?" she pouted, "Forget it, for today's special sake, I won't bother with you." ”

What is special today? Muhati was confused and didn't know what the girl was talking about.

The original owner of this body, the mage of Nibenai named Moyadi, had known Raina in the first place. However, his memory of Muhathir has not been inherited at all, so he has no memory of his past interactions with girls. What day was it? Was it the day he first met Raina? But the relationship between the two was not a couple.

The psychic warlock concentrated, preparing to read Raina's mind directly, but the girl unveiled the answer to the question herself. "No, this is a gift for you. ”

She pulled out a short, delicate razor with a silver handle carved into the shape of a monster. "I bought it while I was wandering the streets, silver razor, I think it's just right for you to buy it, happy name day!"

"This is the first time I've bought a gift with the money I've earned, so don't like it. She added.

In Attas, it is very popular not to give newborn babies a name, waiting until they are three years old. This practice is done to avoid too much suffering caused by the early death of the baby. So in Atas Name Day is equal to a birthday, a day worth celebrating.

The Psychic Warlock has been in Atas for a long time, and he has long been confused. He remembered that he had traveled to Earth in 1432 in the month of Rabir Atheni, and that he had spent about a few months on Attas, but it was still far before his actual birthday. (Attas has two large moons, which actually form an unstable three-star system, with the center of mass of the three-star system revolving around the sun, and no fixed period.) Therefore, it is unlikely to observe the changes in the phases of the moon to establish a lunar calendar. In addition, astronomy in this world is not widespread, so there is no particularly precise solar calendar. The calendar is very inaccurate and inconsistent, it may be February in one city, March in another city-state. ）

Did he really only spend a few months in this harsh desert world, Muhati sighed in his heart, sometimes he felt as if he had been here for the rest of his life. The past on Earth is like a long dream, vague and distant. At that time, he felt that he had never been on Earth, and that the so-called memories of the other world were nothing more than hallucinations caused by long-term use of psionic energy.

It seems that today is the name day of the former owner of this body, and Muhadi withdrew from his reverie and turned his attention back to the real problem. He looked very happy. "I can't believe you remember my name day. He reached for the razor.

The psychic mancer withdrew his hand at the last moment before he could touch it, concentrating on his psionic energy, and the invisible force knocked the razor away and stuck it on the wooden furniture beside it.

After Muhadi struck the razor, he stepped back sharply, but was still a step slower. The Assassin unleashed the dimensional gate ability and teleported behind him. The Psychic Warlock reacted extremely quickly and turned around to deliver a blow with his elbow, but was perfectly blocked by his opponent. The Assassin did not hesitate to attack.

This is trouble, the psychic warlock said in his heart. He immediately demonstrated his voice-manipulating ability to sound an alarm, but the Assassin displayed a strange ability that distorted his will, causing the voice-manipulating psyker to fail after only a brief sound.

Muhadi gathered his will, and the light in his eyes illuminated the surrounding Qiē. However, the invisible psychic blade failed to pierce the opponent's will as usual, and instead failed to penetrate as if it had struck steel.

The Assassin was as unarmed as the Psychman, but her fighting skills were much better than the latter. That sturdy body was as explosive as if it contained the power of a beast. Muhadi learned Gracie Jiu-Jitsu did not work at all, because of the human flexibility of the Assassin's joints.

The Psychic Warlock tried to use the time plus power attached to his boots, but at that moment he was struck in the chest by the Assassin, and a mental force was transmitted with the blow, interrupting his movements.

A smug grin hung over the Assassin's face, and Raina's face flowed down like a melted mask, revealing the true face beneath it.

"I almost felt a little sorry, Psychic Warlock. Taking advantage of the Psychman's abilities not working, the Assassin grabbed Muhadi's right arm with one hand and dislocated it. Then she kicked her opponent over and quickly crouched down to suppress it. She pressed her knee against the psychiocer's throat. "If I wanted to kill you, you were dead by this point. ”

"If you want to kill me, then we'll all die together. Muhadi fell to the ground, his throat pounding, and he had difficulty speaking, and he did not listen to a single hand. "Did you notice the razor?"

When the battle was raging, the psychic warlock used his psychic ability to quietly pull out the razor inserted in the furniture. It was now hanging in the air, directly behind the Assassin's head.

"I can interfere with your psionic energy, and this knife can't hurt me. The Assassin didn't look back, but she somehow sensed that Muhadi was right.

"Then you'll have to figure out what kind of psionic power I'm using. Muhadi said, "I can fly down with a razor." Or I can change gravity and let it fall naturally. Can you guess which method I would use?"

"The little skill of carving insects is useless to me. The Assassin dismissively said, "The only reason you're still alive is because I don't want to kill my employer." ”

"When did I become your employer?Heticher?" At this point, the mask on the Assassin's face had been completely peeled away, and Muhati recognized the Assassin as the mysterious Face Dancer Assassin he had met in Tyre, Hediche.

When he met the Face Dancer Assassins before, Muhadi could only be regarded as a first glimpse of the path on the path of psionic energy, and he did not realize their horror. Now his strength has improved by leaps and bounds, and after getting the experience of the history of the mind, he has his own unique experience in peeking into people's hearts. Even so, he still didn't notice that the Assassin was posing as Raina. It seems that the name of the face dancer does not only mean that they have the ability to change their appearance and makeup, but even the fluctuations of their thoughts are imitated so vividly that even the psychic cannot detect the abnormality.

Muhathir asked calmly, the weight of his throat making him uncomfortable. "Also, you're not going to kill Raina already, are you?"

"Face dancers collect money to kill, it doesn't mean that we are thirsty for killing. Heidi told Mohamadi but did not change her posture of confrontation. "After reading her mental features and necessary memories, I knocked her unconscious and threw her in another room. The girl's life is not in danger. ”

"So is she really coming to celebrate my name day? Is this gift real?"

"You still care about this," Hedicher sneered, "yes, yes. She is also indeed in the room waiting for you to come back. But answer me first, I've imitated her perfectly, how did you see through my disguise?"

"You quenched poison on the razor. ”

"It's just a non-lethal narcotic poison, I just want to subdue you, not kill you. The female Assassin Hedicher expressed her disbelief. "And it's absolutely colorless and odorless poison, which we face dancers have used for countless centuries, how can you see it?"

"Some of the smells can't be smelled, but you can see them. And I happen to be a person with synaesthesia. Muhathir tried to act as if he were right, but he knew he was almost hit. If it weren't for the constant vigilance of his Spirit Crystal Servant and the awareness of hostility from an unknown source, he would never have seen the almost imperceptible pale green scent emanating from the razor.

"'Hear the color, see the smell, and pretend to be in front of him'. It seems that the rumors about you are not entirely made up by your followers. This explanation seemed to impress the Assassin a bit, and she seemed to have decided not to dwell on the issue anymore and did not pursue it further.

"You haven't answered my question yet. Muhadi squeezed the words out of his throat.

"Why are you my employer?" said the Assassin, "do you have such a bad memory?"

Muhadi was a little puzzled, he racked his brains, and suddenly a flash of inspiration struck. "You've been hired by Tyr. He blurted out.

When confronted by Prince Corwin and the men of Tyre outside the city, the Tyre official said, "The people of the council tell me that someone will come to their aid." He also mistook Muhadi for someone sent to support, confusing the psychic mancer.

Now it seems that the Consul Council of Tyre hired the Face Dancer Assassins, no wonder the official of the joint was only responsible for taking over with Corwin and leaving, and it turned out that the real backhand was hidden in the shadows.

The Assassin nodded in acknowledgement, but still wouldn't back down. Muhadi said with a blushing face because he was having trouble breathing. "Why are you attacking me here when you were hired by Tyr?"

"To punish you for your lies. ”

"I didn't lie to you. ”

Heidicher smiled coldly. "When you were in Tyre, tell me that you have nothing to do with the city of Nibennai. ”

Muhati remembered the last time the two met, when the other party suspected that he was a noble mage from Nibenai, and Muhati naturally denied it at that time, who would have expected to meet this Hediche again.

Since the other party has searched Raina's thoughts and memories, it is certain that she has revealed that she is "the mage from the city of Nibenai, Moyadi", no wonder they think that they have deceived her.

"I thought you were really an idealist attracted to the revolution in Tyre, but I didn't expect that you were a corrupt blasphemer of Nibenai in disguise. Even if you are now an officer of Tyr, as soon as your identity is revealed, I am afraid that the first person to destroy you is Tyr. ”

The Psychic Warlock wanted to refute, but couldn't come up with strong enough words. And he can't directly let the other party read his heart, otherwise he will touch the primordial warlock, and the assassin will be brain dead immediately. And Muhati felt that the Assassin seemed to have some secrets in him. This kind of person is strong-willed, and forcing will not have any effect. But if she is allowed to feel like she is in a dominant position, she may reveal her secrets.

"Now that you're in my hands, if you don't want to reveal your little secret, you'd better do something for me. Heidi told Mohamad that she relaxed her posture a little so that the latter would not be completely out of breath. "It won't be long before the elite forces of the Tyrs will be here, and you don't want me to divulge your secrets. ”

"Sue me for something. The Psychic Wizard replied to the Assassin, curious about what the Face Dancer Assassin could do with him.

"I just need you to help me observe someone. Hedicher has a look that you don't need to worry too much. "I'm not going to let boys do men's work. ”

Being treated as a boy would probably make a normal person angry, but the Psychic Warlock simply asked, "I guess this person is definitely not ordinary, he actually deserves the attention of the face dancer, and he can't even observe it himself." “

The Assassin ignored the underlying irony. "This man's original name was Eunice of Wafli, but now he has changed his name to Abellachili. She is none other than Ram's Witch King. ”

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