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After trading the two wines that he had temporarily named the Moonshine series, Donald remembered the matter of William's waiter, and found a mage in charge of the day-to-day affairs of the club, only to find out the reason for the dismissal.

It turned out that since Donald defeated the Black Iron Mage Snow Mage, that Snow Mage and his friend Mage Naron have not been able to appear in the club for a while and be ridiculed by many mages.

In fact, because the two of them are narrow-minded and jealous of talented young apprentices, the mages in the club don't like them very much, so few mages associate with them. Because many of the young mages in the club were survived by apprentices, they endured the difficulties of these two back then. There are even junior mages who have been reprimanded by them before, and now they have reached or even surpassed them, so naturally they will not give these two people a good face.

The first two Donald made Naron and Snow Mage lose face respectively, and these two were naturally jealous, but they were hot mage stars in North County, and with the care of Messer, a teacher, and a group of mages at all levels, they naturally did not dare to retaliate, and even if they took action, they were not necessarily Donald's opponents. After all, he was able to defeat the Black Iron Peak Mage when he was an apprentice before, although the victory was a bit tricky, but after all, it was a fact, and now that Donald has been promoted to an official mage, his strength may increase greatly.

These two were like thieves during this time, and they would only come to the clubhouse when they counted that most of the mages were busy, so that they would not have any chance to bump into other mages, and they would have to endure strange eyes and ridicule.

But it doesn't work if you don't go to the club, after all, the two of them also have their own experiments and cultivation to conduct. The resources in the clubhouse are incomparable to their own.

Overheard the other attendants say that William's attendant was very favored by the genius mage Donald, and had a very good relationship, so he felt dirty in his heart.

Everyone loves the house and Wu, but the two of them are angry because of Donald's relationship, and it just so happens that William's waiter hit the muzzle of the gun, and the innocent was used as a scapegoat, and the two mages found an excuse to expel them from the clubhouse.

With their strength, of course, they can easily kill an ordinary person, although this kind of thing is resisted by most mages, but the two of them have not done it quietly. However, there are many mages in the clubhouse, and it is difficult to hide secrets, and if someone dies, it will inevitably attract the attention of other mages, and if Donald intervenes, or even Messer asks, I am afraid that this matter will be difficult to solve.

Therefore, although William's waiter was innocently implicated, he was lucky to escape.

"It's true that I didn't kill Beren, but Beren died because of me! The two old fellows of Naron and Snow Mage really hate ......"

Knowing that William was implicated because of himself, Donald was even more unhappy in his heart, so through a waiter who was familiar with William, Donald found the address of William's house.

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The civilian area outside the city of Boulder.

The closer to the wealthy areas, the more well-off the small merchants and lower-level officials and their families lived, and the more remote the slums were the more remote the neighborhoods.

Some of the poor slum families in the cities are even worse off than the peasant families in the countryside, and the peasant households who work for the lord are tired but at least able to fill their stomachs. In the slums, people have done everything to survive, many young children have become pickpockets, and those who have a chance to get ahead have long since chosen to leave. This is also the root of why the slums have always been dirty and chaotic.

Because of the direction, Donald's carriage had to cross the edge of the ghetto to reach the civilian area where William's house was. Along the way, he lifted the curtains of the car windows and observed a sight he had never seen before.

"Is this a slum? It seems that there are always dark corners behind the prosperity, even in the modern metropolis of the past life. There are also shanty towns, and even so-called ant tribes, which is even more unavoidable in this medieval-like society!"

Looking at the thin black children curled up on the ground on both sides of the road, barely clothed, and the adults with hungry wolf eyes, he could see hunger and envy, greed and ill will in those eyes.

Donald is not an ordinary naïve aristocratic boy who is not usually ignorant of the world, and he will not come forward to give alms because he sympathizes with these people. Because unless he can save everyone at once, a silver moon's charity may kill the other party.

And the people of these slums are not simply poor people, but also harbor a large number of thieves, crooks, and even fugitive prisoners, as well as outlaws who really kill people without blinking. Even those ordinary poor people are not good people, and the poor must have something to hate.

If a teenager like him were left alone on this street, he would probably soon be knocked unconscious with a stick and robbed of all his valuables! Such an idea is still the best outcome, and if you encounter those who are ruthless and afraid of revenge, you can make up for it and go up, and it will not be long before you can find your body in a dark alley or gutter!

Therefore, seeing a few homeless homeless people in front of him, looking at their eyes without the slightest fluctuation, flat and indifferent, Donald's mood did not change with it, if you want to help people, you should wait until you have enough strength!

The carriage was about to pass by the homeless people on the side of the road, but Donald's expression suddenly changed.

Wait! Something seems wrong?

Yes, that guy doesn't have the despair and hunger of the slum natives!

Thinking of this, Donald immediately became cautious in his heart, and glanced at Clinton, who had always remained sober.

The infantry captain, who had been instilled with rich combat experience through the Book of Truth, immediately changed his momentum, but he did not directly stick out his head to look out, but listened carefully to the movement outside, holding the saddle with his left hand and holding the hilt of his sword with his right hand.

Although the sound was still the same, Donald felt an eerie silence around the carriage.

"Boom!boom!" A few sounds, the sound of breaking through the air sounded, and a series of crossbow arrows on both sides rushed straight towards the carriage, targeting the people in the carriage.

"Poof!"

The black arrows quickly pierced through the thin wooden walls of the carriage, but no screams could be heard from the carriage.

The scene seemed to be silent for a moment, and then the homeless men who had shot all the crossbow arrows in their hands turned over and jumped up like cunning rabbits and apes, drew their weapons hidden in their rags, and rushed towards the carriage.

"Boom!", the carriage that had been shot out of several holes suddenly shattered, revealing the fully guarded infantry captain Clinton and the master Donald who was holding a staff and surrounded by mage armor composed of transparent white light.

The master and servant, who were the targets of the multiple killers, did not panic, and even Donald, who was facing this situation for the first time, was relatively calm.

When these killer assassins were already a few steps in front of him, Donald, who was holding the two demon cores in his hands, pinched the moment and shouted:

"Come out, gargoyle, crypt demon!"

The killers were about to take a few steps forward to get rid of their target, when they saw a black and purple stone statue of a hideous demon, and a huge blue-gray fierce spider suddenly appeared in front of them.

The spiders were the first to attack, first responding to a large sticky white web dripping with a green liquid that was clearly poisonous. There were a total of five killers attacking from both sides, and the three on the Crypt Demon's side were trapped by the slime web because they couldn't dodge, and then they had to face the giant spider's sharp mouthparts and sharp feet.

Although both of these classes belong to the undead, the former belongs to the alchemy golem, and the latter is one of the spider-like monsters that belong to the spider monster in the game, and after being conquered by the Lich King, they joined the undead and are not actually undead. So Donald didn't need to hesitate to summon it. After all, necromancers don't have such a good reputation in the human realm!

The Crypt Demon, a third-level class, not only has good toxins and physical damage, but also can burrow into the ground and has the ability to spit out a huge spider web. The comprehensive strength is infinitely close to the fourth-level demonic beast of the ordinary bronze strength of this world.

Caught by a huge cobweb full of stickiness, even a fifth-level warrior can't break free quickly. Not to mention these assassins whose average combat power is only about the middle of the black iron, who are good at assassination and sneak attacks, and whose frontal combat effectiveness is not high.

"Mission failed, get out of the way!" Seeing that the three companions were caught in the blink of an eye, and the monster was about to die, the two assassins on the other side turned and ran at that time, and at the same time shouted loudly.

Hearing the two Assassins' greetings, two figures flashed above each of the houses on either side, and the four of them quickly dispersed like frightened birds.

"Well thought out! Gargoyle chases me ......"

Seeing that the man was about to flee, Donald was furious, and the gargoyles who were guarding him were alive, spreading his demonic bat wings, screaming and rising into the air, following his master's orders to hunt down the two enemies who had fled from the rooftop.

As for the two Assassins on the ground, one was one for himself and one for Infantry Captain Clinton.

In a flash, the two assassins had already taken a dozen steps, but Donald still unhurriedly highlighted a spell and pointed his staff at one of the targets.

"Mage's Hand!"

The invisible hand with more than a dozen kilograms of strength blocked in front of the assassin's running ankle, and under the pull of the forces on both sides, the assassin lost his balance and fell to the ground on the spot. Donald didn't care about him, and Clinton stepped forward to deal with it. He took aim at another assassin who was still on the run,

"Magic Missile!"

With the ability to track the target, the magic missile that will inevitably hit the assassin's back instantly, hitting him with a stagger, but the attack power of the magic missile has never been high, and it has almost no lethality for the target in the middle of the black iron, at most it can only cause minor damage, unless it hits the vital point.

And then immediately after that, another spell was unleashed.

"Stun Technique!"

This is a zero-level spell, although unfamiliar, but Donald still casts it quickly after the level increases. Hit by a missile and suddenly dizzy, the assassin shook his body and fell to the ground. At this time, Clinton, who had eliminated the previous assassin, ran over and subdued the guy.

Returning to the ruined carriage with the two lost captives, the coachman had collapsed to the ground in fright.

It turned out that Donald, who had been attacked for the first time, did not order the Crypt Demon to keep his hand, so the three assassins trapped in the cobwebs were now reduced to a pile of fragments.

At this time, the gargoyle also grabbed a person with blurred limbs and flew back, as for the other one, according to the gargoyle answer, the guy got under a certain house, and the gargoyle belonging to the air unit could not continue to pursue, so only one was captured.

This is the first time Donald has seen a real killing, although he did not do it himself, but the psychological pressure is not small.

Holding back the nausea, Donald ordered Clinton to gather the three assassins together, and the one captured by the gargoyle was dying because he didn't know what to do, and he probably couldn't ask anything.

Donald's Staff pointed at one of the remaining two Assassins and asked, "Who sent you, tell me and I'll spare your life!"

The assassin's spiney eyes didn't blink, and Donald didn't rush to see it, pointing to the crypt demon over there and the pile of scraps of flesh and bones in front of it.

"If you don't want to become this guy's dinner, I advise you to hurry up!"

Seeing the terrifying appearance of the crypt demon that was enough to terrify even the powerful warriors, as well as the tragic fate of the previous three companions, the two assassins couldn't help but feel terrified in their hearts. One of them had a palpable expression of fear and withdrawal.

"I said, don't let the monsters eat me......!

Before the frightened weak assassin could finish speaking, he was shot through the throat by a poisonous needle shot from his companion's mouth, and the leaky vocal cords could not speak, only to make a ho-ho sound, and he died after a few struggles.

Donald didn't expect the assassin whose limbs were broken to have the power to fight back, and Clinton was also in front of his master at that time, and the sword in his hand was pressed against the assassin's throat, as long as he made a rash move, he could immediately understand this guy.

However, before Donald came back to his senses, the last assassin had already bitten through the poison hidden in his mouth, black liquid flowed from the corners of his mouth, his body twitched slightly, and he quickly swallowed his last breath.

"Damn, there's only one alive now!"

Unexpectedly, what was played in the movie really happened in front of his eyes, these guys are not ordinary assassins, it is obvious that the dead soldiers cultivated by which force will have such a decisive action.

"Who the hell could it be, thinking so much that you would send a dead man to assassinate me??"

When Donald was puzzled, several figures flew in the air from the aristocratic district in the center of the city, and soon arrived at the scene of the accident.