When Sean went through the third mission, he was drawn to get a "status" skill, which is called "Assassin Form". Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 After using info, he gains a special bonus for five minutes, during which time his presence is minimized to the limit. He had tried it before, and after using this skill, he stood still at the intersection of the city's busiest intersections, and the pedestrians walking in front of him, left and right, all walked past him, and the focus of his eyes was never focused on him.

He also deliberately bumped into a few passers-by, and most of the passers-by who were hit just frowned and glanced at him for a moment or two before leaving quickly, as if they didn't even bother to look at him, let alone bother with him.

With this skill, Sean successfully completed the fourth and sixth tasks assigned to him by the system, and received a large reward.

If it weren't for the fact that the Durga cheetah seemed to be able to track him by scent, he might have had to strike at Wren during the previous ceremony.

Sean, who has experienced strong winds and waves and died again, is as hard as iron at this time, and every step he takes takes root, and he can't be more stable. Even the heartbeat and breathing, there is not a trace of shortness, and it is as calm as a real waiter.

"Please let me ......," Sean smiled and bowed in greeting, watching a noble lady walk past him with a smile in her eyes, and her little hand silently touched his crotch. Sean's face remained unchanged, he smiled faintly, and he didn't take it to heart. After killing Wren today, and then killing his mother, who gave him endless shame and resentment, he will be completely liberated from then on.

Whether it's on this continent, or traveling to other places at the request of the system, he can do whatever he wants.

Seeing that Wren was getting closer and closer to him, he had quietly entered the edge of the crowd, only more than ten steps away from his attack range, Sean shrank his left hand and shrank under the towel, and the cold light flashed, and a dagger had been grabbed in his hand. He didn't dare to look at Wren at this time, for fear that the killing intent that he couldn't hide in his eyes would be captured by Wren, he kept staring at the ground in front of him, counting the tender green grass on the ground.

Although he doesn't look at Wren, he can feel Wren's presence, and as long as he concentrates his attention, he can instantly enter an alternative world. In this world it is divided into black and white. The earth is white, the sky is black, and each person is made up of simple lines and qi. Most people's qi is blue or green, but Wren's qi is dark purple.

This is a special ability that comes with the system to make it easier for him to distinguish between threatening targets, non-threatening targets, and mission targets.

It's close!

His lips rose slightly, revealing a hint of white teeth, and with a bowed head, he turned and walked towards Wren.

The two of them were getting closer and closer, and if they could run up and collide in less than three or five seconds, seeing that Wren was about to enter the range of his own hands, Sean was surging with murderous power, and at the moment when he was about to make a move, Wren stopped.

"What?", Count Rhein's steps paused, and he looked at Wren, "Are you feeling unwell?"

From the morning to this moment, Wren had hardly rested, even though he had just turned twenty years old now, it was normal for his body to not be able to eat under such a high intensity of mental and physical exertion. Aristocrats have never been known for their physical fitness, and many nobles are not in very good health, and their bodies have long been emptied by early exposure to love when they were young. In the eyes of the Rhine, Wren is also this kind of person.

Wren was a little younger, about fourteen or fifteen years old, and had already given his first time to a skilled woman, and since then he has been singing every night (why does the word have a strange feeling?). The situation lasted until two years ago, and it only got better. In a few years, Rennes's physical fitness will definitely not be too good, and the Marquis of Rhine, as a person who has come over, knows it well, after all, he is also a person who has come over.

Wren looked at the crowd in front of him, his mind racing, the blessed pendant around his neck trembled violently, and began to heat up, and the red light almost broke through his clothes. This means that within ten meters of him, someone is ready to make a move on him. This person should be the assassin who was hiding near the palace before.

He took a step back and smiled apologetically, "What you said is that I am a little unwell, I will rest for a while, and you can take care of yourself." ”

The Marquis of Rhine let out a good-natured laugh, and he patted Wren's arm - in fact, he wanted to pat Wren on the shoulder, but with Wren's current status and status, it was a little rude to pat Wren on the shoulder rashly. "Get married early, and you'll have time to exercise your body after you get married. ”

Most of the married nobles have settled down, and the life of being a groom every night is gone. Regardless of whether the husband and wife are truly in love or not, both parties must contribute as much as possible to maintain this fragile bond and decency. This is not a matter of one person or one family, but a matter of face between two families.

It's not impossible to steal food if you want to, leave the imperial capital, go to other places and toss as much as you want, no one will care. Just like Prince Kant, after leaving the imperial capital, he sang all the way, tasting the food and beauties of various regions of the empire.

But in the imperial capital, this kind of thing requires restraint.

Wren didn't argue, he nodded, took a few steps back, and Rhine chose to leave with interest. It can be said that it is a joke or suggestion from the elders to the juniors. If you say too much, it's offensive. Wren is not an ordinary nobleman, he is not only a golden nobleman, but also the patriarch of the family, even if the Marquis of Rhine is a friend of his father and his elder, he must maintain the demeanor and decency of Wren and himself.

Wren kept scanning the crowd, smiling when he saw one of the attendants turn and walk slowly towards him with his head down.

As the thorny aura in his left eye slowly turned, he could see through the human skin mask on the squire's face at a glance, and saw his real face, a disgusting face. Under the fire, the epidermal mucosa peeled off, damaging the dermis, and his face was like a crumpled milk skin, intertwined and twisted with each other.

Sean!

Wren took his thumb and forefinger into his mouth and blew hard, a whistle drowned out the noise of chatter around him. In the distance, the Durga cheetah, which was curled up in the corner to recover, shook its ears and raised its head sharply, revealing a hideous malice. The waist twisted and pounced forward, and the two powerful hind legs retracted into the abdomen, and the knife-like claws popped out of the palms of the flesh, biting the ground and kicking hard.

The turf was scattered with dirt and debris, and the Durga cheetah had disappeared into the distance.

Sean knew something was wrong when he saw Wren take his finger in his mouth, he didn't understand how Wren found out, it stands to reason that he almost became transparent after using his assassin form, and Wren shouldn't have found him. Even if they found him, they shouldn't know who he really was. He wore a mask that was exchanged by the system, even if those seventh-level professionals couldn't see through his mask, how could Wren see through it?

He doesn't understand, and he doesn't want to understand, he only knows one truth at this moment, that is, if he doesn't do it again, it will be too late!

A seventh-level professional is definitely not something that a person like Ren who can't cultivate battle qi and magic can fight against. Sean showed a fierce and vicious look on his face, and his courage rose, and he took out a dagger and stabbed it at Wren's chest. As long as he stabs it in the heart, even if Wren hides his power, he must die!

This sudden situation made the brains of everyone nearby blank at this moment, there was really someone who dared to assassinate the golden nobles of the empire in the core area of the empire, what did they want to do?

Will it provoke a war? or unleash a new political tsunami? Whether Wren dies or not, the upper echelons of the empire will be furious. If these Assassins dare to do anything to Wren today, other Assassins will hand them knives tomorrow, which is an outrage.

At the moment when the expressions of anger and fear on people's faces were still solidifying and deepening, Sean had already approached in front of Wren, and the distance between the two was instantaneous!

The shadow in the distance is "flying" towards this side quickly, and every time it lands, it will overturn a large piece of turf, and the speed of the shadow is extremely fast, but it is still not fast enough! Most of the guards in the party are guarding the periphery of the garden, they don't even know what is happening here, and even if they do, they can't save Wren at this speed.

It seems that Rennes's fate is already doomed at this moment.

However, Wren raised his hand to draw a simple symbol, and silently recited a spell in his mouth, and a white light shield instantly protected his whole body. The dagger stabbed at the mask in an instant, and in slow motion, the tip of the dagger became blunt, tilted to the side under the force and the angle of the mask, and slowly curled until the gauntlet smashed hard against the mask. Sean's wrist was numb with the huge reaction force, and he looked at Wren in shock, and burst out, "You actually know magic?"

The above is impossible to happen, because Wren can't cultivate battle qi, nor can he cultivate magic, which is a well-known thing.

At this time, Wren also sensed a huge crisis, the thorny aura in his eyes spun rapidly, and Sean's eyes bloomed with incredible colors, because his dagger turned into a handful of iron sand?!

What is this ability?

His heart tightened, and the moment he withdrew his arm, he kicked his feet hard, and the whole person rose into the air, raised his knees and slammed them into Wren's chest. As long as he collided, even if Wren couldn't die, the shattered bones in his chest were enough to make him bedridden. At that time, it will be much easier to assassinate again than it is now.

Some aristocratic women only reacted at this time, screaming loudly, like ripples after a stone was thrown into a calm lake, and quickly seemed to swing around. The men forced themselves not to scream, but their legs trembled.

Assassination, assassination!