The seemingly indistinguishable dividing line in the center of Casteg made Lear sound the Berlin Wall that had spanned thirty years, and it took him a little time to infiltrate the West Side even if he wanted to infiltrate the West Side silently.

Indeed, he could not be careless, in the situation of tension between the two forces, any of his actions could become the last spark that triggered this war, or he would inevitably become the fuse of this war, after he killed Master Emma.

Passing through the central plaza and the huge patio, Lear's steps were softer than those of a cat in the night, more intimate than a snake gliding on the water, like a silent ghost, jumping through the narrow alleys or the rooftops of houses, the rubble and pavement as if dead, and the shadows were swift and silent without any sound.

After about half an hour, he stopped on the roof behind a spacious mansion that, if in the human world, it was at most a middle-class merchant's warehouse, but according to the information provided to him, this was the residence of Master Emma, who was famous in the underworld.

Emma is a human being.

During the turmoil of the Iron Fist Dynasty a hundred years ago, he was the most relied on arm and teacher of the second prince Archibald Einfast, who was turned into a cold stone statue by his brother after losing the battle for the throne, and Master Emma fled to Nigon, and his deep understanding of magic soon led Queen Morriel to lean on him as a dry city.

Of course, this is not what Genna told Lear, in fact, Emma has been secretive about her past since coming to the Underworld, and it just so happens that Queen Moriel is also a useful leader, but for Lear, who has almost completely implemented the history of Might and Magic, the people of this world have no secrets with him.

There was a strange smell in the air, like pouring the brains of the cave people, Medusa's blood dances, the feces of the harpies, and the tail of the poisonous scorpion lion into a pot and boiling it into a paste, even though Lear was still more than two hundred meters away from the mansion, but the snorting of his nose still brought out a disgusting desire.

This is also one of the hobbies of the sorcerers, even if there is no so-called magic conference every fifty years, these sorcerers are still throwing these strange things day and night, but this also explains why there are not a large number of guards around the residence of such an important person as Emma, in addition to his own strength, I am afraid that few people can stand the poison of his experiments is also a very important point.

However, for Lear, this undoubtedly provided great convenience for his actions.

Carefully constricting his life breath to a minimum, in Lear's own mental perception, his current signs of life are comparable to a giant cockroach that is most common in the underground world, even if Emma is not resting at the moment, he will only treat him as an insect that sneaks in from the corner, and Medusa and the Harpy Witch, who are standing on guard in a few corners, have no notice that he has fallen into Emma's mansion like a bat.

The slight sound of their toes moving across the sand was not even as good as the occasional popping of green bubbles in the air, and even though Medusa and Harpy had better night vision than humans, the pungent smell that lingered around their noses greatly affected their sense of smell, and the loyal guards did not notice anything unusual until Lear had groped under the eaves of the main house.

The house is a three-way structure with a partition, and there are a few standing breaths in the outhouse that faintly exude vigorous vitality, and then there are two people walking back and forth in the inner room, although there are not so strong vitality fluctuations but the spiritual power is stronger, Lear carefully retracted his spiritual perception, he can be sure that Emma is not among these people, those two should just be his assistants, although the mental power fluctuations are already good, but the person who can be called a master should not be just this level.

Is it a trip for nothing?

Lear smiled bitterly in his heart, but he was quickly relieved, how could there be such good luck in this world, every time he went to assassinate, he happened to meet the bitter lord sitting at home waiting for him, and he didn't have anything to worry about, just wait here.

Fortunately, the good fortune that had been with him since he came to the underworld did not disappoint him, and not much time passed, when Lear used his mental power to quietly probe the situation in the house for the second time, he was stunned to find that there was an extra sign of life feedback out of thin air, and it was even stronger than the previous people combined.

And authentic!

Lear was shocked, and quickly withdrew his mental power, since Emma can be called a master, he naturally has his superiority in magic, and he doesn't want to be defeated because of his own trouble.

At this time, a middle-aged man with blond hair in the room suddenly paused his explanation to his assistant and looked out the window suspiciously, he had just clearly noticed an unfamiliar fluctuation of spiritual power, but when he wanted to investigate carefully, he found that there was nothing there.

"Let's do this first, and report this matter to Her Majesty immediately......"

After saying this, the middle-aged man walked into the tunnel without looking back, which was his real laboratory and residence, and everything on the surface was just a place for his assistants to work.

Feeling that the aura that suddenly appeared in the room disappeared again, Lear couldn't help frowning deeply, there were seven people in the room now, and the entrance to the tunnel connecting the room must have some kind of magic circle to cover the aura below, which undoubtedly added great difficulty to his assassination of Emma, not to mention how to deal with those people in the house without alarming the underground, he didn't know anything about the situation in the tunnel, and he rashly entered a dangerous situation that might be besieged by turtles caught in the urn.

Of course, if that's just like that, it's not enough to make him scared, and one of the more important reasons is that this is Xicheng, if he assassinates Emma and makes too much noise, it is very likely that he will directly attract Moriel, although he doesn't mind stumbling on the other party, but Lear is not stupid enough to go directly to the point of going to Moryl for Longzu to face Moryll.

Concealment, killing, and then retreating is the only choice for him.

While he was thinking about it, Lear suddenly felt someone in the room leave in a hurry, and after a little hesitation, he immediately followed like a snake in the dark.

Two minutes later, he had followed the figure into an alley.

"Who!?"

When Lear stopped hiding his tracks, the man finally discovered the anomaly behind it, and he turned his head in shock, only to see an unfamiliar face almost close to his nose.

The sudden appearance of the stranger made the person's facial features instantly distorted to the extreme, the adrenaline tumbled into the heart, and then burst out of the blood vessels connected to the heart to burst out of fear to every cell in the body, the frantic beating of the lung lobes caused the resonance of the larynx, but just as the scream that was enough to tear through the darkness was about to break through the dead night with the resonance of his tongue and teeth, his throat was suddenly choked by an iron hoop.

“......”

The assistant struggled violently but to no avail, his shaking body scratching like a dying wild dog, the green tendons on his neck that were strangled by death were scurrying like earthworms, and the pale upper and lower lips collided weakly, but they couldn't make any sound.

The soles of his feet lifted off the ground, and a second later, a little bit of oblivion appeared in his crotch from the double pressure of suffocation and fear.

"Now whatever I ask, you can say anything, and if there is a half-word lie or a voice that should not be there, you can say goodbye to your head. ”

After making sure that the person in his hand who was desperately nodding his head did indeed hear his words clearly, Lear let go of his hand.

"Was the person who spoke to you Emma just now? What did he tell you to report to Moriel?What is the situation in the underpass? ”

Looking at the young hex underneath him, who needed to take a big breath to calm the pain caused by the lack of oxygen in his body, but had to carefully suppress his breathing rate due to extreme fear so as not to make too loud noises to anger him, Lear felt that he had found the right person.

"Back to ...... ......"As soon as the sorcerer spoke, the little oxygen that had been gathered in his chest was immediately exhausted, and he could only increase his breathing as he spoke, but he looked at Lear in horror, for fear that his actions would cause the other party to misunderstand.

"Yes...... It's Master Emma, and the underground entrance has a magic circle arranged by Emma herself...... Flat... We are usually not allowed to enter, and there is only one guard sent by Master Emma and the Queen herself to the Master...... Master Emma asked me to report to the queen that it was 'done', and as for what the master didn't say, I don't dare to ask, my lord! I have said everything I know, please don't kill me! I have only been here in Nigon for more than a year, just to learn the mystery of magic from the master, and I have never done anything harmful!"

It wasn't until he told him everything he knew that the young sorcerer realized that he was facing a human being, and that the insidious cunning and treachery of human beings was almost known to the world, and he had just seen this person's face again, so he didn't know what the end would be.

But he didn't have any other way, just the fact that the other party could sneak behind him and subdue him in an instant made him unable to raise any thoughts of resistance, and the actual gap was like a chasm, except for begging for that little bit of compassion that almost didn't exist, he didn't know what else he could do.

Lear's good-looking eyebrows condensed slightly for a moment, not that he was entangled in the fate of this person in front of him, there were several important factors in the news revealed by the other party, first, he was not going to face a person, and second, Emma had enough changes in his hands to make Morriel come in person, combined with the above two points, the difficulty of this assassination may be much more difficult than he thought before, and there is not much time.

"As for you...... Let's get some sleep first. ”

Lear glanced faintly at the sorcerer on the ground who lowered his voice and wailed, and then slashed at the back of the opponent's neck with a palm knife.

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