"Not good!"

Seeing a coachman not only did not panic and flee at this time, but stayed firmly in place, the stinger was shocked in his heart, and realized that the situation was wrong, but he sprinted with all his strength, and he was about to kill in front of the target, and it was too late to retreat if he wanted to change his moves, so he could only be prepared with the other hand, and the dagger in his hand was still thrown towards the target, and then forcibly reversed the sword qi, and forcibly changed the direction of the impact, intending to rush diagonally from the front of the target.

I saw that the coachman didn't move, but raised a hand lightly and said, "Since you're here, stay here!"

It was such an ordinary hand, like catching a sandbag thrown by a child, and easily catching the dark green sharp dagger, completely ignoring the poison quenched on it.

If one were to look closely at the hand at this time, they would see that the surface of the hand's skin was covered with a faint golden glow that was almost indiscernible to the naked eye, apparently because of the fact that it was able to ignore the threat of blades and poison.

The coachman held the dagger in his hand and smiled at Donald beside him: "You are very talented!"

As he spoke, his other hand swung out a subtle but irresistible golden blade of light, instantly shooting towards the Silver Assassin.

"I owe some heat to the Marquis, are you sure you've never been a coachman before?"

Donald also put away his panicked disguise, and said with the same smile.

This coachman is none other than the Lord of the Northwest Province, the Storm Sword Saint, Lord Marquis of Ansel.

Only the Golden Sword Saint can restrain his aura like an ordinary person, and Stinger never thought that a powerful Golden Sword Saint and the Great Noble Lord would dress up as a coachman and play this scene with Donald, a little mage, to lead him to be fooled.

At this time, the Stinger was speeding in the other direction, but before he could run ten paces away, he was caught up by the Lightblade. He only felt the power of the sharp stabbing back before reaching the body, he knew that this was an attack condensed by a powerful sword qi, with his own strength, he was not able to connect hard, so he could only reluctantly move his body to the side a little, and the light blade that originally hit the vital position of the chest and back stabbed into his left shoulder with a snort, and a cloud of blood mist burst out of the wound, the skin and muscles were cracked, and the bones could be seen in the blood hole.

In addition to the injuries visible to the naked eye, the compressed sword qi was immediately inextricably split, invading the stinger's body, the stinger screamed, and suddenly stumbled, but he didn't dare to stop on his legs, at this time he had already heard the conversation between the coachman and Donald, and if he didn't understand what was going on, he would really die stupidly on the spot.

While exerting all his strength to escape, his uninjured right hand threw several projectiles backwards. The projectile the size of a stinger's egg exploded as soon as it hit the ground, sending a large cloud of smoke behind the stinger.

Just by looking at the colorful color of the smoke flowers, you know that it is definitely not a good thing.

Vincent, however, didn't pay any attention to it. With just a little poisonous mist, even a silver sword master can cover the sword qi outside his body to resist external aggression, not to mention his golden sword master.

The stealth ability of the silver-level assassin is very annoying, it is the Golden Juggernaut, and if you don't get close to a certain distance, you can't be absolutely sure that you can catch it. That's why Edwina gave them such an idea, and took the initiative to get her husband to cooperate and help Donald solve this little trouble.

It's rare to play well, no matter how cautious the assassin is, he will be fooled, with such an opportunity, if he still lets a silver-level guy escape in less than twenty paces, then Vincent, the golden swordmaster, is too worthless.

I saw Vincent's figure flicker suddenly, and then there was one more person in his hand, it was the silver assassin who had escaped twenty paces away.

With Donald's eyesight, he didn't see how Vincent moved, but he knew that this golden sword master instantly crossed the twenty steps distance with his swift body, easily subdued the assassin, and then returned to his original position with the other party in one hand, only because the speed of the gold level was too fast, it made him look like he hadn't left all along.

Donald's heart was stirred when he saw this scene, he was worthy of being a golden powerhouse, he found that he had taken it for granted before, and this was only a little bit of strength, if he shot with all his strength, how powerful would it be?

"If you really face the golden powerhouse, I'm afraid I won't even have the opportunity to use the teleportation technique, and the holy shield, which is known as absolute defense, doesn't know if it can block the blow of the golden powerhouse!"

Carrying the Silver Assassin, Vincent asked Donald:

"What are you going to do with this guy? Do you need me to interrogate you?"

Donald looked at the assassin who was held in Vincent's hand, completely immobile but sane, and simply shook it and said:

"He also takes people's money and does things for others, but since he is a killer, he should have the consciousness of failure, and give him a good time!"

The stinger's eyes showed joy when he heard the first half of the sentence, but the second half of the sentence made him cold, since he was promoted to bronze, he had not encountered such a situation where he had no ability to resist and lived and died in the hands of others.

Don't look at the fact that he didn't blink his eyes when he assassinated and tortured the targets of previous missions, but when he really faced his own death, he couldn't help but be afraid.

However, Vincent has led the Holy Sword Legion for more than 20 years, and he is also a decisive person, and after learning Donald's meaning, he immediately used force in his hand, and when he heard a click, the assassin's neck had been broken by his force.

Poor Stinger, the silver assassin who had been rampant for many years, was inevitably killed, and without even a chance to beg for mercy, he was solved by the Golden Sword Master like a rabbit strangled.

also responded to the sentence, "If you come out to mix, sooner or later you will have to pay it back!"

"Now that this trouble is solved, let's go back too! Edwina and the others are probably impatient to wait!"

Donald nodded, and Vincent immediately left the assassin's corpse, turned around and strode towards Bauhinia City. The carriage that was originally used as a disguise was also left at the entrance of the village.

Even if the Golden Sword Master only traveled at a speed of thirty percent, it was faster than an ordinary person riding a horse. Seeing this, Donald waved his hand and released a demonic flame to cover the assassin's body, and without using flying skills, he directly summoned a horned eagle beast to ride up, so that he could catch up with Vincent and parallel him.

As for the last bit of existence left in this world by the Silver Assassin Stinger, it was quickly incinerated to ashes by the demonic flames, leaving only a charred black trace of a human figure in its place.

This trip out of town not only buys good wine, but also solves the pesky assassin, which can be regarded as killing two birds with one stone. Of course, without the participation of Vincent, the Golden Swordmaster, Donald still didn't have much chance if he wanted to keep the silver assassin.

And for the Golden Swordmaster, this little thing is just the equivalent of digesting food after a meal.

When the two of them returned to the Marquis Mansion in Bauhinia City, they found that Edwina, the Marquis's Mansion, was not worried about the actions of Donald and the others at all, and was engrossed in the garden and the silver mage Messer and the two were deducing the magic array.

It's a game that only happens between a mage and an alchemist. It's called a game, but in fact, you have to have a certain amount of magic array attainments to be able to play it.

Even the most basic formation diagram is as incomprehensible to ordinary people as a book from heaven, not to mention that these two are both silver-level strong ** masters, although Edvina is not good at alchemy, but her hobby for magic arrays is known to many people in the circle of familiar mages.

The magic circle is not only the most important means of making alchemical creations, but can also be used in spell release and equipment enchantment. There are even theories that the original magic array was born from the materialization of the original spell structure, so studying the magic array is also conducive to the learning and mastery of spells.

Seeing his disciple come back, Messer only took the time to ask.

"Is the matter settled?"

"With Lady Edwina's clever plan and Uncle Vincent's shot, a silver assassin is just a silver assassin, so naturally he can only return to the arms of the Shadow King!"

Most thieves and assassins in this world believe in Thorde, the god of thieves, especially in the mainland where the church is strong, and Donald is naturally a metaphor for the other party who is dead and threatened.

Compared to Messer, who can still take the time to ask, Edvenna's magic array attainments are a little worse, but she is already a little overwhelmed by the formation diagram in the deduction, and she doesn't even care about nodding and saying a word when her husband and Donald come back.

Seeing that his wife was indulged in the deduction of the magic array, Vincent immediately knew that he couldn't care about anything else in a short time, so he beckoned Donald to sit down and talk.

Sure enough, as the Lord Marquis expected, Edwina was immersed in the deduction of the magic array for more than an hour, and then he exhaled and ended.

Although the situation is far ahead of Messer, Edvina feels that she has gained a lot, compared to a person behind closed doors, this time someone to guide the sparring partner, the progress is much greater.

"Thank you Messer for your advice!"

Then the lady looked up at the sky.

"Is it already noon, then let's hurry up and leave after the meal!"

Vincent quipped, "Do you know the time, ma'am?" I thought you were going to wake up at night!"

The original plan was that after Donald and the others dealt with the tail of the silver assassin, they would immediately go on the road to their destination, but because Edvina felt bored, she proposed to deduce the formation diagram in Messer, and after a delay for a while, it was almost noon, so they had to eat first and then go on the road.

Edwina glanced at her majestic-looking husband, who was actually not serious, and immediately went out into the kitchen to prepare everyone's lunch.

After a full meal, a group of eight people officially hit the road.

This time, because it was a Donald airship, it was smooth and fast, and there were no obstacles on land, so I didn't take the route of the royal capital along the main road, but took a straight line through several territories in the middle and flew directly to the six towns in the south.

The southernmost part of the kingdom, a territory consisting of six towns, is the most chaotic and disorderly region of the Celt.

Because of the proximity to the continent such as the Betty Dragon Swamp, the living environment is relatively harsh, many years ago, only thieves, fugitives, etc. would choose to settle here, and later because of the unique production on the edge of the swamp in the area, there are also many adventurers and mercenary groups. After many years of development, the six southern towns have now become the main garrison area of the Celtic mercenary group and the thief organization, just like a small kingdom of mercenaries.

It's just that there are mixed fish and dragons in it, and the power of the local lords is either hollowed out, or simply the actual masters behind the forces of those mercenaries and thieves.

(To be continued)