Lucien held the white-glazed porcelain teacup and bowed slightly: "I know the way." The person who sat in his position, if he was not ruthless, would have become a corpse without a grave in the wild. It's a pity that he doesn't even know what other guards he has around him, otherwise he ......"

The tone was flat, but Leo felt cold, his employer was the kind of magician who was so calm that it was terrifying, if he knew now how many powerful guards Ivanovsky had around him, he would definitely immediately analyze their defense loopholes, psychological blind spots, and the possibility and risk of completing the plan, and strive to eliminate the hidden danger in the shortest possible time.

"When I was doing things for Ivanovsky, he was only followed by a great knight or mid-level magician on the surface, but there must be something hidden in the secret. On several occasions, the Assassins sent by rivals did not even reach his side, and died outside the house for no apparent reason. There was also a second-level knight who came to assassinate a second-level knight who was good at hiding his bloodline ability, and the sneak attack seriously injured the great knight who protected him, but he was about to succeed, and after a pitch black, the assassin had fallen to the ground and died, and the expression on his face was full of horror. Leo told the story of Ivanovsky, whom he knew.

With a smile on his face, Lucien said, "I just summoned the 'Invisible Servant' to follow from afar, but I was almost discovered. Fortunately, it was also confirmed that Ivanovsky's room was surrounded by hidden magic effects such as 'Seeing Through Invisibility' and 'Avoiding Detection', which were difficult to snoop on, so if you want to get rid of him, you can't assassinate him in the place he predestined, but let him follow our rhythm. ”

"Sir. Leo hesitated, "If you give me a mid-level magic item, I'll find a chance to die with Ivanovsky." ”

In his opinion, the main reason why those assassins couldn't kill Ivanovsky was that they were reluctant to give up their own lives, and if they didn't even care about their own lives, it was entirely possible to kill Ivanovsky before being killed by the great knight and mid-level magician.

Lucien looked around the house: "It's not necessary for the time being, you can rest first." ”

At the moment, his biggest advantage is that Ivanovsky is not clear about his strength. Whether he sent someone to assassinate him or use other means, he was likely to make a mistake in judgment. And such a mistake is his own opportunity to separate and eat away at his men. Of course, if he doesn't have the intention of killing people. That's the best thing to do, so there's no need to send Leo to make a suicide bomb to alert Ivanovsky and get him to do his best against himself.

At the same time, Lucien secretly arranged a hidden magic array unique to the Magic Council. It doesn't stop someone from prying eyes. The only effect is to increase the sensitivity of the mental force field of the magic array manipulator, allowing it to detect extremely small and anomalously converging magic fluctuations that cannot be sensed at the current level under normal circumstances.

The moonlight was soft and quiet, and Lucien leaned back against the sofa. When you close your eyes, you seem to fall asleep in the process of admiring the moon.

As the night grew darker and quieter, Lucien suddenly felt a tiny wave of magic.

It almost blended with the breeze in the darkness, and if it hadn't been for the magic array set up in advance, Lucien wouldn't have noticed it.

The magic fluctuations slowly subsided, but they remained in the air. Shining like a mirror, Lucien watched his every move.

Lucien, on the other hand, occasionally twisted his body, as if he had fallen into a deep sleep.

This "harmonious" scene lasted until dawn, and nothing happened.

............

Ural City, the high-class hotel "Green Vine".

The goods that will be brought to this bustling city have been processed for the most part and replenished with a lot of ironware. Berf seemed laid-back.

After breakfast, he sat in the corner of the hotel lobby, drinking spirits, idly looking at the guests who came and went, and whispering to another drunkard, judging the other's identity, status, hobbies, and character.

"Father, why are you drinking early in the morning?" Lena, who was wearing a white fur coat, accepted Igor's apology last night, reconciled with him, and was about to go to the market area, blacksmith area and other places with him today, but unexpectedly found that his father became drunk early in the morning, so he asked a little angrily.

Berf burped and laughed with a drunken smile: "Little Lena, tomorrow I will leave the city of Ural and go home, let me drink for a good day, and the more I drink, the more energetic I will be." "The next stop is the end of this caravan, the capital of the province of Kinov.

"Father, you've been drinking for two days!" said Lena with a frown, "Then you promised not to drink a drop of wine during the journey from Ural City to your home!"

Berf Haluha laughed and said, "Little Lena, don't think that I will agree indiscriminately when I am drunk, I still have to drink breakfast, lunch, and dinner wine." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, he stood up abruptly and said with some shaking: "Welcome back, Mr. Peter, I thought you would stay with Baroness Cariliana." ”

His tone was ambiguous, not at all like an old man.

At this time, Lucien was leading Leo through the door of the hotel, blonde and energetic - after breakfast, Carolina, who had obviously cooled down, sent a coachman to send Lucian back to Ural City, which was exactly what Lucian had in mind, but he did not let his guard down.

"Good morning, Mr. Peter. Lena said happily that she had always thought of Mr. Peter as a proper gentleman.

Lucien looked at her and Igor and smiled, "Miss Lena, good morning." You seem to be reconciled? Then I'll be relieved. ”

The obvious joke made Lena blush, and Igor, a young man who didn't like Lucien very much, scratched the back of his head slightly shyly, not knowing how to answer.

Fortunately, a drunken man next to him diverted the topic, and Belf patted Lucien on the shoulder and comforted him: "Don't be discouraged, Mr. Peter, you are actually very popular with girls, Hiccup, Lady Carliliana probably only likes orthodox Shahran men, the kind of tall, majestic and rude." ”

Even though Lucien was a few centimeters taller after disguise, he was still a head shorter than most men in the Shahran Empire, and his stature was far from the same in terms of strength.

With Berf's interruption, the awkward atmosphere quickly dissipated.

After Igor reconciled with his sweetheart, he was in a good mood and suddenly remembered something: "That's right." Mr. Peter, go back to your room and look at your luggage! I was so happy last night that I couldn't sleep. As a result, I heard a slight noise coming out of your room next door and disappearing quickly, I don't know if it's my hallucination or if there's a mouse or a thief......"

Lucien glanced sideways at Leo, saw the same solemnity, and then smiled calmly, "Thank you for the reminder." Igor. I'll go back to my room right away. ”

............

In the room, Lucien carefully examined the magic marks and teacups, kettles and other items he left in the hidden place, and said to Leo with a little confusion: "There are no magic traps. It's not poisoned, is it really a rat?"

The magic trap in Lucian's words no longer refers to the apprentice-level simple magic array, but returns to the original meaning of traps.

"Master, it shouldn't be such a coincidence. Leo was disgusted by Ivanovsky's ruthlessness.

Lucien nodded, and looked around the room again, examining item by item.

The trunk which was opened by oneself, the clothes which "changed and washed". Collected folk music manuscripts, bought in bits and pieces along the way as special items to commemorate the trip......

When Lucian's mental power was concentrated on a colorful matryoshka, he finally felt the faint viciousness contained in it, which set off the exaggerated funny face of the matryoshka doll a little eerie.

"Cursed?" Lucien, who had been studying this knowledge for the past year, judged keenly.

Leo followed Lucien's gaze and looked at the nesting doll, "Master, is there something wrong with it?"

Lucien groaned for a few minutes. Smiled: "Do what a nobleman should do!"

The "Corona of the Sun" talisman on his chest activated, and the divine vast death-proof enchantment protected Lucian's body.

Then Lucien picked up the nesting doll and spun it open as usual.

On the first layer, the second layer, the third layer, when an exaggerated avatar of an old woman appeared on the fourth layer, countless black insects that could not be seen by the naked eye but were exposed under the divine light of the anti-death enchantment quickly enveloped Lucian's body.

Unfortunately, they were unable to pass through the death-proof barrier, and disappeared into it one by one.

Seeing that the death-proof barrier was about to disappear, Lucien "roared angrily": "There is a magician who wants to assassinate me! There are still magicians in the empire who dare to do such a thing! Fortunately, I have the blessing and gift of the Lord!"

While "roaring uncontrollably", Lucien asked Leo to wrap the nesting doll in clothes, and then, under the stunned gaze of Belf and others, he took Leo directly to the nearby church!

............

Inside the church hidden room.

"Lord Bishop, I think you've checked the magic aura on the matryoshka doll that hasn't disappeared yet, and you've also confirmed the condition of the anti-death barrier on my body. Lucien still "remained" angrily at a Ural bishop.

The bishop, who looked like a bear in a white robe, tall and strong, with thick hair, said soothingly, "Yes, Mr. Peter, I have confirmed the extent of the damage to the magical aura and the anti-death barrier on your body. ”

Lucien said "emotionally unstable": "Do you still have any doubts, Lord Bishop? Why don't you go after that damned magician? If I hadn't noticed it in time and inspired the amulet that the Lord had bestowed upon me, I'm afraid I would have fallen victim to the evil magicians! Could it be that the Church would have left the magicians to do whatever they wanted in the Empire?"

After saying that, Lucien also deliberately took out the crown of the sun and shook it. As long as it is not directly examined closely, it is completely a fifth-level divine artifact that has only unlocked two layers of seals so far.

"I can understand your anger, Mr. Peter, but we still need to investigate, after all, there is no information about the magician yet. The bishop said kindly.

Lucien became serious: "Lord Bishop, I think I know who the murderer is! It's Ivanovsky, it's Kaliliana! They secretly asked the magician to harm me in order to steal the Count's property!"

Then Lucien told the story "as it was."

"But what Mr. Peter, Baroness Carliliana, and Mr. Ivanovsky do is what normal people do. They only knew the news in advance, prepared in advance, and did not violate any laws, whether it was the empire or the church, why did they need to kill people and kill people? Lord Nevsky also knew about this matter. The bishop shook his head, subconsciously defending the noble flower of Ural City, feeling that Lucien was a little mentally allergic after being assassinated, "Of course, thank you for the clues, we will investigate them." ”

Lucien kept blaming the murderer as Ivanovsky as if unacceptably, and it was not until more than half an hour later that his mood stabilized and he left the church.

Leo followed closely behind Lucian and said in a low voice: "Master, why don't you directly point out that Ivanovsky is a big smuggler?"

"Unless you testify directly, they may believe that there is something wrong with this businessman with a deep background, and that would reveal my true identity. Once the matter has reached this point, it will be up to Ivanovsky to do it. Lucien narrowed his eyes slightly.

............

As soon as he returned to the hotel, Lucien saw a middle-aged gentleman with a lot of style waiting for him.

"Mr. Peter, Count Witte has heard that a distinguished young man of the Vladimir family has arrived in the city of the Urals, and he would like to invite you to meet you at the castle. The middle-aged gentleman smiled politely.

Lucien was slightly stunned, the chances did not change quickly, and the originally scheduled arrangement against Ivanovsky seemed to be ruined by the invitation of Count Werther. (To be continued.) )