Ten days ago, the Academy of Magic began to work on a healing spell that uses a lot of human organs every day. This kind of research on the deceased is not very good in the daytime, and it is easy for most students to know about it, so it is carried out at night. So every night, Asa would pull a cart of corpses and organs from the west of the city to the magic academy in the center of the royal capital.

The trip in the past few nights has also opened his eyes. He had been in the royal capital for two months, and he had never gone out at night. He thought that the night in every place was the same as in his hometown, silent, with the occasional rooster and dog barking. If it's a moonless night, be sure to bring torches and lanterns when you go out, in case you step into the manure pit of the paddy field, or if you can't get up with a bruised nose and swollen face, and wait until the next day to be carried back.

It is not the moon in the sky that illuminates the night of the royal capital, but the countless street lights. The tavern is lit up and noisy until the early hours of the next morning. Brightly dressed women stood on the side of the road and greeted passers-by enthusiastically, and drunks staggered by, occasionally rushing into the alleys and vomiting. The luxurious carriage galloped, stopped in front of the mansion, and walked down or picked up a few noble men and women.

The people here at night seem to have endless energy and money to spend. Singing and dancing, drinking, food, feasting, trying every means to make yourself excited, happy, as if tomorrow is the end of the world, and do not hesitate to exchange all your life for a little crazy pleasure tonight. Asa didn't know why these people had this delusion.

But he didn't want to explore. Even walking the same streets every day, he felt completely out of place here, as if stepping into a strange world ruled by unknown creatures. The people here also try to ignore his existence, even if occasionally a drunkard stops him and wants to make some trouble, once he sees his face, he immediately runs away.

Every day he returned late from the Academy of Magic. He waits for the end of his research and notes down the organs and limbs he will use the next day.

The location of the Duke's Palace is not far from the Academy of Magic. Every night he would pass there.

It's been half a month since Xiaoyi came back. But the wanted is still wanted, and the search for the royal capital escort has become a routine.

Did she not explain it to her father? Or did she think I deserved to die? She knew that I actually hurt her? Could it be that I was a wanted criminal for the rest of my life? Asa was very depressed during this time.

Last night's research was carried out for a long time, and it was not completed until the early hours of the morning. Asa took the list, dragged the empty car, and walked down the empty street. Only the area around the Academy of Magic was quiet in the entire royal capital. No matter how crazy those people were, they didn't dare to go crazy to the church.

Still some distance from the Duke's Palace, he saw two luxurious carriages, five men and one woman dressed in splendid clothes, standing outside the carriage, and there was a noise.

This was a common scene at night in the royal capital, and Asa didn't pay any attention to it, and continued to walk by himself in the dark. It wasn't until he got closer, by the light of the carriage, that he recognized the woman.

I saw it in the convoy escorting Xiao Yi, next to Clauvis, with the same smiling eyes, light and thin lips, and a similar appearance to Xiao Yi, probably her sister.

Now her sister was dressed in a set of extravagant clothes, with her hair tied up more exaggerated than her clothes, and she was arguing with a few young men who knew by looking at their clothes that they were nobles. As she spoke, she seemed to be about to go to the Duke's Palace, when the pigtail took her hand as if begging her, and she turned and continued to speak loudly, a loud slap on the pigtail's face. Pigtails are enraged, and the two fight each other.

This is also a common scene at night in the royal capital, where the young men and women of the nobility always like to fight inexplicably, probably because they have nowhere to vent their energy. This is also a habitual feature of their lives. Asa still walks in the shadows of the street on his own.

The pigtail seemed to be very annoyed, and she was quite heavy, and she was not at all like her sister, who was actually punched in the head and fell down. A few men next to her held her up, and the pigtails seemed to be the leader of the men, ordering them to carry her into the car, and the men hesitated, and the pigtails scolded loudly.

Asa had already walked across the street from them, and heard it clearly, and the pigtails said, "What are you afraid of? I've got her on now, can the duke still eat me?

Whether this is a common scenario or not, it can't be ignored. Asa suddenly shouted, "You put her down, I'll go to the Duke's palace to call someone." "Generally speaking, this kind of person is a thief, and if you scare them, they will run away.

But these few people are obviously not people who can be generalized, and they don't think they are thieves, so their hearts are naturally empty. The pigtail roared angrily, "Who is it?" The groom in the carriage shook his torch and said, "It seems to be the hunchbacked assistant of the old Sandru in the west of the city." "Asa is a celebrity now, regardless of his status.

The pigtail stumbled over, beckoned to Asa and said, "Don't be afraid, come here, I'll tell you......" Walking closer, Asa just smelled a smell of wine, and the pigtail suddenly took out a dagger from his arms and stabbed him in the chest, shouting: "I told you to call someone." ”

Halfway through the knife, the pigtail felt a tightening of the wrist, and as soon as it was twisted, the hand seemed to be gone. A sharp pain that I had never experienced in my life pushed a scream from the bottom of my heart to my throat, but a timely dull pain in the Adam's apple knocked the scream back. Eventually, all he could do was let out a snort from his nose similar to that of a pig before it was suffocated, and then he fell to the ground and convulsed.

The first twisted wrist was purely a conditioned reflex, but the second cut on the throat with the edge of the palm was a last resort. Compared with these guys, he is more weak-minded, and he is more afraid of being discovered by the people of the Duke's Palace.

Seeing this, several other men were about to come over to help, but they were stopped by the coachmen in the two carriages: "You are not opponents, don't go over." The two coachmen drew their swords from their waists and rushed together.

As soon as Asa saw the two coachmen drawing their swords and holding their swords, he knew that they would not be just ordinary coachmen. Dodge two swords, the cripple can't pretend, and he doesn't dare to hunch his back, so he moves and dodges with all his might. These two are actually quite powerful swordsmen, probably pigtailed bodyguards or something.

Finally finding an opportunity, Asa climbed the ground and narrowly protruded from the encirclement of the two, ripped off his cloak and threw it at a nearby swordsman.

The swordsman slashed his cloak in two with a single sword. Sure enough, he was a very experienced fighter and didn't dodge and retreat. The most important thing in this dominant situation is to press the opponent tightly and not give him a chance to breathe and adjust.

After cutting the cloak, the swordsman saw a red light in front of him. Before he could understand what it was, the fireball exploded on the bridge of his nose.

It's just a small fireball for beginners, not very powerful, just about the equivalent of several extra-large firecrackers tied together, and it will never blow the head out, at most it will only blow the nose bone to pieces.

Bump. The sparks that burst out of the swordsman's face looked very beautiful in the darkness, and the swordsman also fell straight down with a beautiful back.

Asa picked up half of his cloak from the ground and threw it at the other swordsman's head. At the same time, he raised his hand and waved it, and chanted aloud in the tone of a mantra in his mouth. In fact, it was a local saying about the dwarves in his hometown scolding his mother. At his level, it is simply impossible to use magic continuously.

The swordsman hurriedly lowered his head, lowered his body, and rolled backwards cleanly. As soon as they arrived, they found that the half of the cloak had flown in front of him, and one of them suddenly bulged up quickly and hit his chin. Then he clearly heard the crisp sound of bones shattering from there, and with a scream, he fell to the ground.

Putting down the two swordsmen in this way, Asa himself felt a little incredible. I haven't moved my muscles and bones for so long, and I haven't been sluggish in my skills.

He walked towards the carriage, and when the light of the fire shone on his face, several young men shouted, "O youkai." "Scatter and flee.

"Wow. With a scream, the girl suddenly jumped out of the carriage and fled to the Duke's Palace. It turned out that she was not knocked unconscious and kept watching.

Fearing that someone would hear the voice, Asa hurriedly picked up the cloak on the ground, pulled up the empty cart, and fled into the darkness.

Early the next morning, the Duke's Palace.

Completely contrary to the habit of sleeping until the afternoon, Chrissy actually got up early and had breakfast in the dining room with her father.

She could barely sleep, tossing and turning throughout the night reminiscing about that bizarre experience that was more stimulating than alcohol.

Although the beaten eye was still bruised, it still couldn't affect her excitement at all, and she told her father about the bizarre experience last night: "Dad, you know, those two bodyguards are first-class, but they are like children under that person's hands. That person waved his hand, it was still magic, he could still use magic, and he blew everyone up in one fell swoop. She straightened up, mimicking the swordsman's fallen posture in an exaggerated manner.

Duke Mrak frowned slightly. He has always been disgusted that his daughter is with that group of gentlemen, doing nothing and doing nonsense, and this time he almost made something happen. It's just that it is impossible for him to educate his daughter by himself now, and he only occasionally has the opportunity to preach bitterly, but his daughter's age, especially this character, is obviously not justified by reason.

Chrissy danced and gestured, "Then the guy went up and punched him, and the other guy lay down." It's just one punch, and the last time that guy helped us beat someone, he took a few stabs, and it was all right. ”

"But as soon as the man came over, and we could see his face clearly, the other people were immediately scared away, and I was so frightened that I didn't know where I got the strength to run back on my own. Because that person is so ugly, so ugly. Chriss's mood fell into a trough as she said these 'ugly' words, and she shook her head in disappointment. It's a pity that it was this ugly man who saved her, not a handsome boy in gold armor and long hair.

Duke Mrak swallowed a loaf of bread and picked up a glass of milk. I still have to let my daughter go out to exercise, see the outside world, and taste the ups and downs of life. After all, only by experiencing it will people really grow up.

"It's really strange that this ugly person is really weird. When my sister first came back, he was lying on his sister's car trying to probe to see his sister, but he was still lame and hunched on his back. I suddenly didn't go lame last night, and I was quite tall when I straightened my back, but unfortunately it was too ugly. ”

With a 'card', the cup shattered in Duke Mrak's hands.

The Duke slowly turned to Chriss, and asked, "What did you say?"

Chrissy saw a look in her father's eyes that she had never seen before, and suddenly felt frightened. He whispered, "That man went to climb my sister's carriage, and my brother-in-law almost killed him." ”

"Why didn't he do it?" said the Duke's voice, as if to himself.

"I don't know. I heard many people say that the ugly monster is an assistant to an old man named Sandru in the west of the city. I heard them say that last night. ”

Duke Mrak got up and said, "Go and accompany your sister, and I'll go out for a while." ”

Chrissy asked cautiously, "Wait a minute, my sister's doctor is coming, where are you going?"

Duke Mrak wiped his mouth, walked out of the dining room without looking back, and dropped a sentence: "I want to personally thank this hero who saved my daughter." ”