The whole city of Ofu has fallen into complete silence.

Asa knew that the house where he was standing was filled with three half-orcs, two adults and one cub, who could be distinguished by the rate and thickness of their breathing.

A vaguely strange sound came from not far away, and the soft touch friction gradually became heavy, then slighter, alternating in turns. It was the sound of the thick pads of flesh on the soles of the werewolves' feet stepping on the ground.

Three, two, one, saw. As the sound judged the exact time, a werewolf appeared from a street corner not far ahead. This is one of the ones who caught him just now, and they are supposed to be in charge of night guards. They do not use torches or other lighting tools, and their excellent night vision and hearing are absolutely unattainable by humans.

An hour ago, Asa thought the same thing as everyone else. But he now knew that this was not the case, at least not absolutely, and now he himself surpassed this absolute. As long as he concentrates his mind, both his hearing and his vision can exert a hundred times sharper effects than usual.

This time, probably because of the state of mind, the level of meditation is far more profound than ever, and the effect is more prominent than any time. Not only has the body and feeling been greatly improved, but all the distractions in my mind have completely disappeared, so the only thought left is very clear - to get the book back.

The five tones are chaotic, the five colors are blind, and the five desires are annoying. If you abandon all other ideas, you will naturally become stronger.

The werewolf turned to the next street, listening to the sound of its small footsteps fading away. Asa climbed the wall and slowly slid down, stepping on the ground, not even stirring up any dust, his movements softer and more obedient than a tree snake.

Not only the sharpness of the five senses, but also every place in the body has strange feelings. He can now control every tiniest muscle to make the slightest movement, and he can clearly feel how the muscles and bones work together seamlessly under the power of blood flow, and he seems to be a spectator, observing the dissected insects, and seeing all parts of his body clearly without any emotion. But on the other hand, all the senses are integrated into a whole, the mental will and the body are indistinguishable from each other, and every smallest action is under the control of one's own consciousness.

More sensitive than beasts, more saturated, and more able to let fighting spirit and killing intent emerge at any time, this is a perfect state of mind. He could also feel how the life force flowed in his body.

Step by step. The calfskin sole is soft, and there are linen pads inside the shoes, so that the contact with the ground can not produce any sound. The tip of the foot touches the ground at the finger base first, and the strong muscles in the arc of the foot arch evenly and evenly disperse the falling force evenly throughout the falling time, so as not to let too much force at a certain point in time. The joints and muscles of the entire leg work together to ensure that every step is accurately landed. The center of gravity of the body is lowered very low and steady, and the soles of the feet and the ground are completely attached to the ground without moving and making a sound of rubbing.

The city hall is not far away. Another werewolf's footsteps came from ahead. He could now detect the other's existence before the werewolves, and Asa turned and burrowed into the gap between the two buildings, without any sound or noise, like a tangible and insubstantial shadow.

The footsteps of the werewolves approached. It was the other werewolf who had just caught him, and one of its legs was a little lame. Asa didn't hold his breath, which didn't necessarily last long, and the sound of his heart speeding up was easier to detect. Instead, he opened his mouth and made the passage as wide as possible so that he could breathe as slowly as possible.

The werewolf's footsteps did not stop, and gradually moved away from here. Asa emerged like a shadow from the crack in the house, not even brushing his clothes against the rough surface of the building.

There is a stone house behind the magnificent city hall. As rudimentary as all the other buildings in the city, this is the residence of Lord Sedlos and General Gru.

Asa clinged like a gecko to the uneven wall outside the city hall and slowly moved towards it. I don't know if it's the hallucination caused by the extreme sensitivity of the body, the robe seems to have become a part of my body. The folds and fibers on it are all extensions of their own skin and muscles, which can control the sound from being hung on the wall.

He fell silent and focused all his thoughts on his ears.

There was the sound of rats digging holes about ten steps ahead and two meters deep, a four-legged snake jumped from the crack in the stone house wall and fell to the ground with a sound, the wind blew through the gaps between the buildings and produced some whistling on the uneven surface, and there was no breathing or heartbeat of any creatures around. There was no one in the house.

Why no one Asa doesn't know and doesn't want to know, no one is the best.

It is not surprising that the houses are open, and none of the houses in the city of Ofu are in the habit of closing their doors. Asa walked to the door, shielded it from the light with his body, and held out his fingers, a puff of sparks jumping between them.

The flames pulsed between his fingers, but Asa was satisfied. Not only the body, but also the mental power and magic are completely controlled. Maintaining magic is several times more difficult than issuing it, and maintaining a small flame between your fingers like this for lighting would have been unimaginable before, even for an intermediate mage.

It was a large room, not divided into rooms by planks like other houses, it seemed very empty and wide, with a table in the center of the room, many books stacked in the corner, and two beds next to it.

There was no need to look for it, for the book was placed on the table in the middle of the room, and it was conspicuous, like bait hanging from a rat trap, lest anyone who came in could see it.

Asa didn't move, he was now twelve percent confident in his feelings, there were absolutely no people or orcs in ambush within a hundred meters.

Carefully start from the ground under your feet and look at the table, and there are no traps set by any traps. He knows more about traps than a first-class hunter, which is a necessary skill to survive in the wild.

He cautiously approached, and finally saw the location of the mechanism.

A few drawn lines emerge from underneath the book, blending in with the textures on the tabletop. But Asa could tell that the book was pressing on top of a magic circle. This magic array is not large, but judging from the complex lines and the phosphorescent light emitted by the materials used, the effect is definitely not small.

It might have been a good tool for others, but Asa didn't care, and he reached out and grabbed the book.

'Crackling', the white flash illuminated the room. Several bolts of lightning jumped out of the air around him and struck Assa. It's a lightning trap that even the toughest ogre can only slump on the ground and wait to be dragged away like a dead pig. But the lightning flashed only half a meter around Asa's body before disappearing, disappearing silently like an ice arrow into boiling water. The robe on his body resonated with the aura on his body, expanding the effect that had been limited to the surface of his body to a place outside his body.

Asa took the book in his arms, the sound and light of the light might alarm the other orcs, and he had to get back to the hotel as quickly as possible.

Smack, smack, smack. Asa stood still as if petrified.

It wasn't a magical sound, but a rhythmic, vibrant clapping of two palms together from the corner of the doorway. At the same time, there were two breathing sounds, one deep and long, and the other was powerful but showing signs of old age. But it was all very methodical and soft and smooth breathing, and there was no cramped heartbeat after holding your breath.

A small firebird flew out of the corner, only half the size of a palm, fluttering its wings and soaring through the space of the room, swooping on the torch stuck in the wall to light it and then fly to another torch. The room is lit up and everything is clearly illuminated.

The Lord of Sedros and General Gru stepped out of a magic circle and stood in the doorway. It was a magic circle painted in the corner of the door, and it was invisible from the doorway, and could only be seen by turning your head from the room. This magic array is also very simple.,It doesn't seem to have any special effects and magic.,It's probably just isolating the air vibrations in the range.,So Asa didn't notice any sound.。。

The little firebird finally lit the last torch and flew back into the hand of the Lord of Sedlos, turning into a small flame that flashed and then dissipated. This was only the lowest level of fire magic, and he couldn't control his mana so freely, even the highest-level magicians in the magic academy.

Smack, smack, smack. The City Lord of Cedlos continued to applaud, his loud voice expressing his sincere admiration. "It's a very wonderful stealth technique, even in any heavily guarded inner courtyard of the palace with such a technique. If it weren't for the collapse of the Killer Guild I saw with my own eyes twenty years ago, I would have thought I had seen another first-class killer. He sighed again and said with some grumbling, "I thought you would come earlier, but we waited so long." ”

"I know you're not a killer, you're not a thief, no member of the Necromantic Guild would do that, just like a cobra wouldn't learn how to burrow a rat to steal food. The Lord of Cedlos looked at Asa and said. "You know what? A snake is a snake, and no matter how much he mixes with the rat, he can still see it at a glance. You really shouldn't hang out with those thieves, that will only make you look more visible. Or you should pretend to be more like, you shouldn't just stand by and watch when they pounce on the cargo like a hungry dog, and you shouldn't turn your head to the wall when the book is found, but even the sound of breathing is much thicker. Then you should be a little more patient, not to rush to leave tomorrow with the thieves, and to spend months or years here slowly approaching the book, and not to ask the officials so directly where we live. Isn't it strange that a strange thief has come out of nowhere to ask about this? So we have to wait here as well. The city lord thought for a moment and shook his head again. "In that way, you don't seem like a member of the Necromantic Guild. Such rough and reckless completely loses their usual calm and ruthless demeanor. But maybe it's because the times are different, and those guys also want to change their tastes in doing things, and it's really a creative change to find a young person like you to join the club. ”

Asa was silent. He couldn't speak, and he didn't even have the energy to think about it. His beastly instincts made him feel the immense momentum that emanated from General Gru. The effect of meditation keeps his consciousness highly focused and pure, so that he can fully realize the full potential of his body. And the highly concentrated consciousness simply has no room to think, without thinking about running away, surrendering, explaining, and the like. Like a frightened beast, he was immediately thrown into a state of nervousness.

Cedros's black and white eyes stared at Asa's clothes, and he finalized Asa's identity like a small hammer in the hands of the judge. "The key is the robe you wear and the effect it plays, it's like your identity manual. ”

The lord of the castle turned to General Gru and said, "What do you think you should do if a cobra slips into your house?"

"Kill. General Gru's reply was very short and forceful, and the expression on his face remained as unwavering, as if these two sonorous words were produced by his thoughts oscillating in the air.

Preemptive. Asa jumped backwards and kicked up, and the table flew towards the two city lords, the wide table completely cutting off the view of the two sides. Asa followed the table and rushed forward.

But when the table flew to a halt on the way, it turned into a balloon and rose straight up.

At the moment of this change, the beast's intuition when it was in danger flooded through its body, like the feeling of a blindfolded man when he felt that he was about to hit a wall, and it was a wall that was about to crush him. Asa stopped the forward rush with all his might.

After the table flew out of sight, General Gru, who had been standing casually by the door just a moment ago, suddenly appeared in front of him, and his hand reached out to his chest.

The hand was not clenched into a fist, nor was it grabbed, but it was just a very casual posture, as if it was deliberately stretched out for him to take a look. Asa could see it clearly, his hand covered with a white glow like mist.

Before he had time to dodge, Asa instinctively knew what to dodge, and he kicked his feet back with all his might. His agility and explosiveness were already several times stronger than before, and there seemed to be no space for transformation between the forward and backward movements, and even a beast would not react like this.

But even so, Gru's hand touched his chest.

The hand didn't exert much force in his retreat, as if it was just a random nudge on him, but Asa didn't stop until he hit the wall hard. As soon as he landed, he immediately bowed up like a cat again. This dodge is just right, and the successive actions are flawless.

"Good. Gru's dark eyes shot a piercing light like a pool of ink, and his otherwise sculptural face began to throb with vitality. Just as a mad painter discovers beauty, and an autistic musician sees a wonderful piece of music, he suddenly finds a channel to express his vitality. The excitement ignited his vitality completely.

From the end of the meditation just now, Asa could feel that the robe, which was difficult to damage with a knife and an axe, was more protective than before. The gaps in the fibers absorb a certain breath emanating from one's own body, which can fully alleviate external injuries. But now there were three small spots in his chest that were faintly painful, and there was a spot of blood oozing out, and the middle, food, and ring fingers of that hand were still poked there after being cushioned by the robe.

The robe was still undamaged. But Asa knew that if that hand touched it head-on, maybe he wouldn't have many holes in his body, but his sternum would be shattered like porcelain under the hammer.

With the gesture of the City Lord of Sedlos, the table slowly flew from the air and landed as if it was being held by an invisible hand. It was also a basic form of air magic, of little practical use, and the most mages would do was to send out a gust of air to blow away the poisonous smoke or something, but when it was transferred to the old man's hands, it immediately became wonderful.

Like a famous writer watching a play, Cedros commented and explained: "That robe on his body is the treasure of the Necromantic Guild, the robe of the Ghost King. Legend has it that Akibald, the founder of the Necronomical Guild, was made by collecting the feathers of the Thunderbird on the top of Mount Sandface and the feathers of a bird called the phoenix on an overseas volcano mixed with magic, and it is said that it can not only resist any magic, but it is said that those who have practiced his dark meditation technique can wear it with unimaginable effects, and can be regarded as one of the most defensive equipment in the world. Your hit will probably only have half the effect. ”

"Then unscrew your head off. Gru's words were as simple and straightforward as ever, but a flame was already burning in his eyes.