It's been five days since Colin returned from the well, and his hip injury is more than half healed, and he can now walk around the ground. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Magical stories always happen in the middle of the afternoon, and this time is no exception.

Colin spent the middle of the day staring at the eerie door on his balcony, and he had a vague feeling that there was a folded space behind it. And it's going to be a lot of space. Of course, to confirm all this, Colin had to go in personally. In the past few hours, Colin has even tried to "bewitch" the door lock, but it is obvious that the door lock can not be bewitched if it does not even have a mind.

In his grief, Colin flipped out the roll of aphorisms and unfolded them, wanting to ask what he thought of the door.

"Ah, Colin, why are you so stupid all of a sudden. It's an illusion. Although there is some kind of ability to fold space in the back, in the end, this illusion technique is blocking your progress. The Aphorism Paper Scroll was a little angry, and it seemed that Colin's stupidity made him very dissatisfied. "What are you doing in a daze, find the illusion anchor!"

Colin came back to his senses and began to concentrate on his surroundings looking for possible illusion anchors. Colin can rule out the possibility that the door itself is an illusion anchor, otherwise the wall was before it was covered

That illusion should have been shattered. The anchor could only be near this door, and now Colin could only look for it.

......

The marigolds caravan had been in Eton City for two days, and the caravan was supposed to leave tomorrow, but at this time, the captain of the east gate guard of Eton City was assassinated in the back alley of the brothel. Although it was not very honorable, Viscount Bartomir ordered all the gates to be sealed until the murderer of his men was found. Now the caravan is in big trouble, and the calendula is transporting all durable goods, mostly porcelain and metal, but there is no need to worry about decay. The caravan transporting perishable goods was going to lose a lot this time, and even the leader of the caravan knelt outside the city lord's mansion and cried.

After the assassination of the captain, the people in the city were panicked and chaotic, and the viscount strengthened the inspection of the eastern half of the city, and invested a large number of people to go to the eastern half of the district to take duty, hoping to catch the murderer earlier. However, it is clear that this murderer is very deep and very difficult to find.

The crowded square doesn't seem to have been affected by too many assassinations, and the "Jimmy's Broken Pocket" on the side is also lively. Next to the open-air seats in the tavern near the square, a female mercenary with a hot body and a large area of snow-white skin appeared. Ignoring the whistles around her, she tossed out a large silver alpha coin and asked the waiter for a glass of fruit wine, and then sat down in her seat and crossed her legs.

"These shitties have really failed, do you really think Bartomir is just an ordinary stupid aristocratic lord? The mercenary was none other than your, who had been in the town before, and she was looking at the corpses of the demonstrators hanging on the gallows on the other side of the square. Even for elite assassins, Eton City was a near-cannibal monster: well-trained guards, ubiquitous patrols, and a lord who was as brave as he was back then, all of which were deadly threats. The death of the two Assassins here was not expected by your.

"It seems that they haven't leaked the secrets yet, which is a lot easier. "The two Assassins had blackened lips and had apparently died of the Tissue's self-extinguishing poison. "Not being captured alive is already a blessing in misfortune. ”

Taking a sip of the fruit wine handed by the waiter, your fell into deep thought again.

Your was born in the White Horde in the western part of the continent, and her father was a cat-man half-orc, so she also has a slight cat-man blood in her blood. Although this did not cover her body with thick hair, it also made her physique unusual, and her nails and teeth became very sharp.

This kind of abnormality naturally brought him all kinds of discrimination, and the children in the neighborhood all scolded her for being a mongrel, of course, only scolding, and all the children who dared to do it left scratches on their faces. Eventually, in adulthood, her father introduced her to a mysterious organization called "Sunset of the Old" and became an Assassin, and of course it was only later that you learned that "Sunset of the Old" was actually an assassination group of a more mysterious cult. Of course, none of this has anything to do with your.

You enjoyed the profession, she loved assassination, the thrill of killing her opponent when her life was on the line, and she loved to taste people's fears, mixed with blood, brains, minced meat, and all sorts of exciting things. The prey that died at her hands was tortured and intimidated by her repeatedly, and finally died a very tragic death.

She is like a cat, playing with each of her prey.

And this time, facing Bartomir in the city lord's mansion in the distance, she became a little more interested: she wanted to have a good time with the "Quentin Butcher".

......

Sitting on the bench by the door, Colin was very tired at the moment: he searched back and forth, but Colin couldn't find anything that looked like an anchor point of the illusion. For this reason, he even broke a porcelain vase that he had inherited from his uncle, and was finally mocked by the shards all over the ground.

In his annoyance, Colin lay limply on the bench, and the second-floor balcony just blocked the harsh sunlight and provided him with shade.

It was indeed very pleasant, and Colin forgot about his worries for a while, and lay on his back and was about to fall asleep. Suddenly, a small amulet hanging from the support frame of the second-floor balcony caught Colin's attention: it was flickering in the light and dark!

Sensing that the amulet might be a mystery, Colin got up and stood on the bench and jumped to his feet to remove the amulet. Unbeknownst to him, the talisman had just been removed and turned into a black carbonized slag that was blown away by the wind. At the same time, Colin's consciousness went into a trance and he fell to the ground.

Calming down, Colin got up and walked quickly into the house and walked towards the second floor: that was definitely the illusion anchor just now, and there would be no mistake!

Sure enough, the mysterious door was gone, leaving behind a swarthy room.

"Ha, I've finally found out!" While delighted, Colin did not forget to dig out the aphorism paper scroll and ask him for information about this subspace.

"Well, there is no breath of a superior on that side, at least not a living superior one. The aphorism paper scroll sensed it for a moment, and paused, "But I can't guarantee that there isn't any space warp or anything like that, and if you rush in, you'll probably be torn to pieces." ”

"Ah, that's easy. With that, Colin took the roll of paper and reached into the looming film in the doorway.

"Bastard! you're using me to clear mines!"

"What are you afraid of, anyway, you won't be destroyed! Tell me how the situation is over there!"

"I don't! You're me off! I'm not going to translate the next aphorism for you, oh no, not anymore!"

"Oh, then you're useless, I'll throw you in and go to sleep~"

"Safe inside! Very safe! Please come in!"

Colin smiled secretly, tucked the roll of paper into his pocket, and strode into the room, where darkness engulfed him in a few moments. From the outside, it is still the doorway of a black hole, but the faint layer of film is still fluctuating slightly.