"Dear killer friends, good evening, I am a banquet crow, I don't know if everyone is satisfied with this feast. ”

The nobleman in the black dress took off his hat and saluted, looking at the assassins gently.

The previous unforgettable killing intent was just a flash in the face, replaced by a kind smile.

But the killers present are all lone travelers who have no identity or background in the upper area, and they can survive alone without even the slightest luck, all of them are ruthless characters that should not be underestimated, and they are extremely sensitive to changes in the atmosphere, even if it is just a little bit of wind and grass, it will give birth to a sense of grass and trees.

The comers are not good.

The faint gazes staggered, and the assassins could see the uncertainty in each other's eyes.

In the killer business, too much contact with the employer has never been discouraged, because it not only means that the relationship between the two parties, which has always been unbalanced, is further strengthened, but also that the possibility of a tragic death is further elevated - neither of which is a good thing for the assassin.

However, there seems to be no choice now.

Judging the situation is the biggest secret for killers to be able to walk on the line of life and death all day long without being swallowed by death, and the killers who have survived to the present know this, and they also know ...... The employer who can suddenly appear in front of them can definitely not be an ordinary person, at least the glorious person who has awakened the bloodline and won the favor of order, and is a powerful person who can really speak in the city of Hemtika.

As for the strong, they have always been as humble as jackals in the wasteland - in the silence, the lone killers invariably bow their heads.

"It seems that I was not hospitable. The dark wizard smiled gently, and the gaze of the falcon swept over everyone, including Amy, "Not only is the commission for everyone too conservative, but also the little guest of the Ulysses family is really derelict in my duty, I will punish myself three glasses first to apologize." ”

Ignoring the strange atmosphere in the vicinity, he raised his glass to himself.

Glass after glass, under the gaze of everyone, he drank the three glasses of red wine that he took out of nowhere, and then squinted his eyes slightly, and spoke in a slightly drunken voice: "In this way, our little guest of the Ulysses family should be satisfied, please show up." ”

Silence, still silence, only the rustle of the evening breeze through the trees.

"It seems that everyone here still has quite a deep prejudice against me," the tone of the noble boy who seemed to have walked out of the painting gradually turned cold, but his face was still full of a warm smile, "But it doesn't matter, I believe that the little guests who love to play hide and seek are hidden among us, don't you say?"

"Your Excellency, we have searched every inch of this land. A killer wrapped in a white bandage was vaguely aware of what the mysterious employer was up to, and had to stand up and meet the pair of heterochromatic eyes, "I'm sorry, Amy Ulysses isn't here - apparently, he's escaped, escaped from our encirclement. ”

"Oh?" Alfred looked at the killer who was asking him, the corners of his mouth slightly outlined, and his face showed a playful look, "Are you sure—"

"I'm sure. ”

Exhaling deeply, the assassin with a full body of bandages answered, but before the words fell, he was surprised to find that several of his colleagues near him showed shocked and inexplicable expressions when they looked at him, and just as he wanted to ask, the sharp pain in his chest made him stand up, and then fell silently in the grass, blood staining the ground under his feet.

- He's dead.

"I'm also sorry," as if the noble boy who came out of the painting gently combed the feathers of the crow that stopped on the back of his hand at some point, his eyes swept over the fresh heart that was still bleeding on his beak, and the expression on his face did not change even the slightest, he was still so calm and elegant, "I'm pretty sure that our little guest didn't run away, I'm very sure." ”

No one spoke.

More precisely, no one dared to speak.

The employer in front of him is undoubtedly a demon dressed in the skin of a noble son, a demon who kills people without blinking.

At times like these, silence may be the best option.

"Very well, it seems that everyone has accepted my apology. Alfred the Dark Wizard said with a smile, reaching out to release the red-eyed crow perched on the back of his hand, and said in a cheerful tone, "In that case, I think we can all be more honest with each other - disguises like masks and masks are completely unnecessary here—what do you think?"

There was a dangerous glint in his red eyes.

But no one moved.

For the lone assassin, it has become almost an instinct to ensure the concealment of their identity, and they walk between light and darkness, between life and death, they are unusually cautious and vigilant about personal information, even in the face of the imminent step of death, they still hesitate.

There is only one person on the other side, and there are more than twenty people on our side......

Collective inaction gives them a greater sense of security and ample justification for their own inaction.

And this, of course, is what Amy is happy to see.

But while the young man was happy to see it, he also knew that the dark wizard Alfred had never been a benevolent person who paid attention to the law and did not blame the public, and the assassins' behavior of grouping together not only did not help improve the situation, but would bring disaster to themselves...... Cause a plague of blood.

However, maybe from the very beginning, he didn't plan to let these killers leave alive, right?

The person who walked out of the painting, the Glory, had no omission in his first impression of the famous Chaos cultist, and Alfred was indeed the character in the portrait, and his wanted notice still hangs on the first floor of the municipal building, as well as the highest floor, the former to let everyone who came to know that such a dangerous person existed in the upper part of Hemtika, and the latter was intended by the lord of the city, Duke Murphy. Goldsworth used it to remind himself that the singing and dancing of the upper districts was only an illusion of peace, and that the real danger was always in the dark.

The power controlled by the Glorious One is undoubted, and even the mysterious dark wizards dare not face the edge, and have been dormant in the shadow of order for a long time, silently accumulating power.

In this case, he could not have let anyone who saw his face leave alive.

It's only a matter of time before the dead hand is laid.

The real embarrassment is that the teenager himself goes and stays.

Whether she takes advantage of the chaos to leave, or joins hands with the killers to fight the enemy, Amy can't see any hope of her survival - the dark wizard Alfred is far more powerful than mortals imagine, even the most experienced in battle glory, in a one-on-one situation, there is almost no chance of victory, the killer of more than twenty people may be called a great force in Hemtika, but in the face of the dark wizard's treacherous and inexplicable witchcraft, the performance will not be better than a group of rabble- Don't say that you want an evenly matched fight, even a one-sided slaughter...... I'm afraid it won't exist either.

It only takes a split second, and everyone will die.

Even if it's him...... At most, they can die one or two breaths later than them.

This is the top combat power in the upper area of Hemtika. The young Glory One had no room for resistance in front of him, and he was completely crushing the first-level power, even if the Great Sword Bearer and the Chosen One who had only appeared in rumors were stronger than him, they must be quite limited.

The Dark Lords - People are not unafraid to call the Dark Cultists of this level.

It is said that they are the embodiment of darkness, the source of unrest in every city, the greatest threat to every city until the fire is completely extinguished, and the sworn enemies of order.

They are more like natural disasters than man-made disasters.

A natural disaster that mortals can't fight.

And how can natural disasters have any mercy for human beings? The dark wizard named Alfred has never had a human heart.

He's a monster, a monster through and through.

Obviously, not everyone knew this, and a considerable number of the killers present were deceived by the noble dress of the employer in front of them, and had illusions about him.

"Looks like our little guest is still watching, but this can't be done—" Alfred put his index finger against his lower lip, and Alfred's face showed an eerie look that looked like a smile rather than a smile, for him, it was just a game of leisure time to soothe his mind, and everyone here couldn't afford to make the slightest storm even if they worked together, "In that case, it's time for me to take the stage as the banquet man - help him and help you make up your mind." ”

"Three seconds—"

In a deliberately elongated tone, the young noble boy gestured: "I'll give you three seconds, after that, any guy with any shelter on his body will become my enemy."

- The enemy who never dies. ”

He licked his somewhat dry white lips and read the countdown to death.

"One!"

Once again, the killers fell silent, but unlike before, in the intertwined eyes of each other, Amy read the hesitation and hesitation hidden in their eyes - there is no doubt that the basis of the common struggle has dissipated, and the group of assassins has evolved into a complete rabble.

But...... What does this have to do with him?

Whether they are united or scattered, in front of the dark ministers who are like natural disasters and humanoid incarnations, there is not much difference in essence, they are all fish and meat waiting to be slaughtered on the chopping board, and they can't jump a few times.

Frankly, this feeling of powerlessness made him uncomfortable.

But that's all he can, and he doesn't despair because of this, just because—

A strong enemy that cannot be resisted is doomed to defeat...... And so on, and so on, and so on.

The young Glory's eyes narrowed, and there seemed to be a cluster of flames burning silently in his rushing blood.

Is that......

- Ana's Fire.