"Sleep with the fox and wake up in a mess, sleep with the wild dog and wake up counting fleas. Lillett said resentfully.

The end of the meeting lasted a long time, from midnight until the morning. Walking out of the manor, Lillett quickly got into his carriage and drove away.

Standing on the balcony, looking at the departing council members, the Obsidian Council Chairman, Count of the Devil, knew that he had pushed them too hard, but time was indeed a precious resource, not a waste.

"Go to Canivo Street," Lillett, who was sitting in the carriage, instructed his coachman, "and I must have some fun while the sun-over revelers of yesterday are not sober, and there are not many people in the streets." ”

The coachman, who was riding the two six-legged horses, immediately understood, turned the head of the cart, and drove towards the southwest of Beit City. The horse's hooves struck the bluestone-paved ground with a "clang" sound, and the black-robed mage closed his eyes, as if he was taking a nap.

The layout of Beit City is distributed in a wheel-like layer, which is mainly divided into four regions: northeast, northwest, southeast and southwest:

The Northeast District is close to the trade port, and is an important logistics distribution and trade center for the whole Beit and even Medici;

The Northwest District has a military port and numerous military facilities, including the Pharaoh's Praetorian Guard, where nearly 50,000 soldiers are stationed;

The southeast district was the aristocratic district, and in addition to the Bait nobles, many other Medici nobles also had their estates here;

The streets of the southwest district are relatively narrow, but there are many houses, and most of the residents of the city of Beit live here, except for the wealthy businessmen who can buy a house in the southeast area.

Located on the edge of the southwest side of Beit and adjacent to the city's majestic land walls, Caniwo Street is home to all of the nation's Techy restaurants and pubs.

During the Opat Festival, Canivo Street is even more lively. Many foreign circuses, acrobatic troupes, soothsayers, and illusion mages will choose to perform here after paying the entry tax to earn rewards.

Perhaps because of the festival and alcohol, the city's citizens of Beit become incredibly generous at this time of year.

In addition to Bronze Deben, some people will even take out silver Kate to reward the performers they admire.

Outsiders set up many tents in the streets, and many young Bait wandered around. Even some of the nobles who rarely appeared in the southwest in the past will come here to relax and have fun during the Opat Festival.

In addition to watching the show, if you're handsome or have a heavy pocket, you're likely to be invited into a tent by a good-looking female performer – well, for something intimate, of course.

Lillett arrived at Canivo Street in a horse-drawn carriage, but because of the narrowness of the street and the fact that the road was clogged by many tents, he had to get out of the carriage early while leaving the coachman waiting on the adjacent street.

The arrival of the black-robed mage did not wake up the people who were still in a hangover or had a headache. Although it was already on the rise, the sound of heavy and deep snoring could still be heard from many of the tents set up in the streets.

The sweet smell of alcohol, mixed with the smell of vomit, stirred together and slammed into Lillett's nasal passages, forcing him to cover his mouth and nose with a handkerchief.

Carefully avoiding some drunks who could collapse in a random spot, the black-robed mage slowly walked into the open-air camp of various tents, and did not stop until he reached a tent that looked like a soothsayer living in it.

What kind of tent is this! Every time Lillett saw it, the thought of burning it to the ground arose.

Any craftsman who makes a tent has nightmares at night when he sees the dwelling of a soothsayer - the tent looks like it was haphazardly sewn from more than two dozen pieces of cloth of different colors.

For a mage like Lillett, who can see the essence through appearances, he will find that the different colors on it form different patterns, and each pattern contains the power of magic.

It's not even more than that, although he doesn't quite understand it, but every time the black-robed mage sees this tent, he always feels a little confused in his thoughts.

A sensible spellcaster would never rush into such a tent similar to a mage's tower, but it is a pity that the hatred for the enemy has penetrated deep into his bone marrow and has blinded his mind.

With an inconspicuous gesture and a number of protective spells for himself, Lillett lifted the curtain and stepped inside.

Although the sun caressed every inch of Canivo Street, there was still darkness in the tent. If it weren't for the ugly oil lamp hanging from the middle of the ceiling, the black-robed mage wouldn't be able to see even a foot away.

But it was because of this that he didn't have to bother to make out the objects: hanging bags, flasks, and unnamed artifacts hung everywhere, and some of the dried specimens of the creatures were piled up haphazardly in the corners of the tents, some of which were supposed to be inextricably related to humans.

"You should learn to knock on the door first," a lazy voice came from the bed in the depths of the tent, and the Tieflin woman lifted the futon and stood on the ground to stretch, "so that I don't have to change another bed." ”

As she spoke, she seemed to be saying goodbye to someone, and waved her hand in the direction of the bed.

The dark green flames instantly ignited the young man with whom he had enjoyed the bed the previous night, and before the victim could scream, it became something like an air-dried specimen by the wall, and was carried off the bed with one hand by the caster.

"Aren't you a tailor?" said Lillett, ignoring the complaints, "Won't you sew a doorbell for your tent?"

"Aren't you still a potmaker, why don't you carry a pot with you, or a box with copper curium tools?"

The female Tiefling sneered.

"That's not just a nickname you just called!"

Lillett is very irritable, but only for the sake of it. Although he was very dissatisfied with the nickname "Tinker", it did not prevent him from cooperating with the other party.

In fact, after learning that the object of his allegiance was a powerful demon lord of the Abyss and that he had helped him escape from the dragon Pasha, Lillett had the idea of using him to avenge himself.

And the demon lord also seemed to be very interested in the proposal of the black-robed mage. The demon hidden in the bottomless abyss not only gave him the same nickname as the tailor, but also gave him a dragon-slaying spell that was very restrained by the dragon.

Of course, in his dealings with demons, Lillett was very careful, and he sensibly rejected the demonic power that the "overzealous" demon lord wanted to reward.

The black-robed mage simply signed a spell contract to sacrifice Quis in exchange for knowledge about dragon slaying and the support of the demon sect that the tailor had developed in the world of ashes.

He had come to Rue Canivo for a plan he had been planning for a long time, and he needed to have a final discussion with the tailor.

It didn't take long for the temptation to use invective, and the conversation turned to the right track.

"That old fellow," Lillett said resentfully of Kunini, but did not mention him by name for fear of the power of the Obsidian Councillor, "not wanting to be an enemy of the reptilian or even groveling in the preparation of an alliance." ”

When it comes to getting down to business, the tailor, or Tiffling's spy, has become much more cautious, "We have to change our plans in time," she said categorically, "and you have to pay more to get the job done." ”

"Except for the Obsidian Council to go all out," the black-robed mage began to habitually coil an obsidian orb in his hand as he was lost in thought, "In the Medici Empire, I'm afraid only the Great Veyshure can deal with that evil dragon." ”

"But the Great Vishur has always been with that monster, and his title of Pasha was recommended by the Great Vishur and only then did the Pharaoh agree to promulgate it," Lillett added, adding what he knew about the court, "There must be a very good reason for the Great Vishhur and the dragon Pasha to turn against each other. ”

"Why?" said a fly to the tip of Tailor Tieflin's finger, and she hurled it in the direction of the tent wall, "then we'll give him a reason, enough to 'convince' him." ”

The knives passed through the walls of the tent, and in fact, the vinegar-treated felt walls seemed to open their own holes the moment the knives made contact, and a muffled grunt came from outside the walls.

The black-robed mage's hands were clenched, and powerful lethal spells were about to come out - contact with demons was taboo in that world, and he would not let go of any possible observers.

But before he could cast his spell, a small, swift monster sprang out of the shadows of the tent, and it rushed in the direction of the tailor's throwing knife, and in no time then dragged the observer, who had a throwing knife in his throat, into the tent.

How could it be him?

Lillett recognized the deceased as the coachman who was supposed to be waiting in another alley. For a moment, the black-robed mage's mind was wild, and he immediately thought of a possibility.

"He's a snooper lurking around me," Lillett couldn't help but be shocked, "they're under the jurisdiction of the Great Veshur. ”

It took a moment for the black-robed mage to notice the small monster that had just leaped out of the tent - it had been hiding in the tent without noticing the slightest abnormality, and the spell detection had not shown any signs of its existence.

"It's our Assassin," the tailor explained, seeing the nervous look on Lillett's face, "a half-demon, half-kobold created by the Great Master, who is as skilled in stealth as the Shadow Thief Master, and will deliver a deadly death strike when necessary." ”

Seeing that Lillett was not relieved, but even more jealous, the Tieflin spy smiled skillfully, "This is not aimed at you, in fact, the only life that the assassins will harvest is the Pharaoh of Mediki." ”

The black-robed mage suddenly changed color, and his face became like a blackened iron cauldron.