Chapter 11: Investigation and Speculation
Kevin and Starter have known each other since childhood, but they don't spend much time together. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ο½ο½ο½Uο½Eγ infoKevin travels all year round, and only comes back when the Bards Guild is active. One is a businessman and the other is a poet, and there are a lot of surprises in the idea, but after all, they are all people with a lot of experience, and they can understand each other, and they are happy to cooperate with each other.
"By the way, someone bought out your book. Start pulled out 18 gold coins, "He gave out a total of 20 gold coins, according to our contract, I will take 2 gold coins, and this is the rest." It's not bad that a book can earn so much. β
Kevin was a little surprised for a moment, took the gold coin and looked at it carefully, but quickly calmed down: "Who bought it?"
"Unfortunately, I don't know who he is. Start shrugged, "And he didn't sign a buyout contract, leaving a bag of gold coins." β
"Is it an assassin?"
"You know that?" said Start, who had met an assassin in the library that day, and had not told anyone, not even the butler.
"Is it safe to talk here?" Kevin looked left and right.
"It depends on who is right, if it is an ordinary slave, it is still safer. Start replied that since he had been discovered by the Assassins last time, he felt that there was no place for his family to be completely safe.
"Well, I'm not afraid to tell you the truth, I'm here to seek asylum. Kevin lowered his voice, "I've been hunted by assassins. β
"What's the situation?" Statt was surprised, "Why?"
"Maybe I wrote the story of the Assassin Guild eating," Kevin himself wasn't quite sure.
"You, you're ......" Baron Stadt instantly became nervous, remembering the three powerful assassins in the middle of the night, and replied half-loudly, "You shouldn't have told me!"
"Oh, then what am I going to do? Shrink under your men and be a handyman to avoid assassination?" Kevin asked rhetorically.
"Do you think I can shelter you?" Stadt still looked nervous, "You really don't know what kind of opponent we are facing! That's an incomprehensible opponent!" Then he told Kevin what he saw in the middle of the night, and even told Kevin that he was hiding in the dark grid, and Kevin also knew that the secret grid must be the other party's secret, and he didn't ask where the secret grid was.
But even after listening, Kevin still shook his head: "I've never heard of a fighting spirit that can be invisible, and a fighting spirit technique that can make people pass through walls and be silent." If there is, it must be a top powerhouse above the eighth or ninth order, and it is undoubtedly impossible for such a strong person to run in the middle of the night to watch piracy. β
"So their strength is immeasurable, and they have reached a point that we can't understand!" Stadt insisted.
"Impossible!" Kevin flatly refused, "If it's magic, if you want to be completely invisible and transparent, you must also distort the light all the way, which is a high-level light spell." Although the wind system has spells such as wind concealment, the principle of wind concealment is to hang the wind and sand and hide itself in it, and the water system can also manipulate the fog to conceal. It's completely different from what you said. It is indeed possible for earth-based spells to break through the ground, but there is a certain vibration and sound at the moment when the earth breaks, and if the night is silent, it is difficult not to be noticed. The spatial transfer also has a large sound and light effect, which is enough to illuminate the entire library. Unless it's a shadow control, but that's taboo. And these high-end spells require more expensive magical mediums. For the sake of a novel, I'm afraid not yet. β
"And vindictiveness is even more impossible," Kevin gushed, "and there are more pure and fewer ways of using vindictiveness than magic." Of the three Assassins you mentioned, two were clearly creep-like figures. It's incomprehensible that minions can reach incomprehensible heights. β
"So, they're too strong!" replied Stat.
"If you can't understand it, try to understand it, instead of being intimidated by a sentence that you can't understand. Kevin replied calmly.
"Why don't we go to the library?" said Stadt, looking dissatisfied.
"Ahem, can you let me eat something first?" Kevin smiled dryly, he had eaten some wild fruits in two days, he was already used to being hungry, but his body had to be taken care of. As soon as you have the chance, you have a cheeky appetite to eat.
Starter was not a down-and-out baron, he was a fairly successful businessman, and at the slightest beckon, he served his servants three sandwiches, a boiled egg, and a glass of water so that Kevin could dip it in ketchup. Although this is only the food for the servants here, it is already a top-notch delicacy for Kevin, who has been hungry for two days.
After eating, Kevin didn't delay and went to the library with Stadt to check. The two are a cooperative relationship at work, and there are many topics to chat about, and it is also pleasant to chat while walking.
"Oh, the door has been renovated?" Kevin stood in the doorway, knocking on the doorframe.
"Of course you have money to make the faΓ§ade better," replied Stadt casually, "come on, see what you can see! The three of them were here at the time, and there should still be candles on the roof." Since that time, the servants have not reacted to any further problems, and it is estimated that they did not come back. β
Kevin didn't say a word, looked left and right, and for a moment his gaze rested on a wall. It seems that the best place to observe this corner and build a dark grid at the same time is there.
Starter obviously also noticed his gaze, knowing that his secret position was exposed, he couldn't help but feel slightly unhappy: "People are too smart, and they can be annoying." β
"Alas!" Kevin just shook his head, "I'm not smart enough, and if I were smart enough, I wouldn't let you find out I'm smart." β
The two stopped talking, and Kevin looked left and right. Since the place of the dark grid of Stat is basically determined, the place where the other party appears must not be within the field of vision of the dark grid. This also made the scope of the investigation a little smaller, Kevin walked from east to west, from west to east, fumbling east and west, occasionally looking down at the bottom of the bookshelf.
"How's that?" asked Stat, "I've sent a few guards around to no avail, and if you can see the problem, you can stay at my house." β
"I don't dare pack the ticket," Kevin replied, "It's been so long, and your servants have been cleaning every day, so it's hard to say what clues you can leave behind." β
Kevin spun around, but he didn't get anything, and couldn't help but stand stunned. Start waited for a moment, already a little impatient: "Can you see what not? β
"You said that even a book would be misplaced, and it was discovered by the servants the next day. How can this be so contradictory?" Kevin seemed to ask himself.
"So it could be that you have some kind of high-end vindictiveness, you have effects like stealth and wall penetration. "We don't know, it doesn't mean we don't." β
"I'm sorry you're talking about the stunts that the bards have so much to describe. I have visited many masters such as the mercenary leader of the 7th rank warrior level, the captain of the main city guard, the 6th level mage master of the Wang Li Academy, and the alchemist. At the same time, my father's "Dou Qi Original Classic", "Introduction to Magic" and many other books left behind have clear explanations. There is also Gandalf, vice president of Wang Li College, who published a paper on "Refuting the Skill of Nothingness", and ......"
"Enough, enough. Stat couldn't help but interrupt, "Anyway, I watched the assassin disappear with my own eyes. Could it be that my eyes are fake, too?"
"It's so fast that it's hard to keep up with the other party's rhythm with our strength, creating the illusion of disappearing," Kevin replied, "and there are many ways to disappear before your eyes, including hypnosis, magic powder retention, etc., and even visual deception and distraction." But if you want to enter the closed library from the outside world, and be silent, it is impossible to fight alone. Even magic comes at a high price, and it's hard to believe. Kevin still explained seriously.
"Heh," Statt just sneered, "and what do you see?"
Kevin was silent, looked up at the roof, and half-loudly directly climbed the edge of the bookshelf and began to climb up.
"What are you doing?" said Start, subconsciously holding on to the bookshelf.
"Don't worry, my weight is not yours, and the bookshelf won't fall," Kevin replied casually, touching the top of the bookshelf over and over again, "It's so clean!
"Of course. Stadt replied.
"I'm afraid it wasn't your servant who wiped it?" replied Kevin.
"How do you know?" asked Stat, tilting his head below.
"A bit too clean. Kevin replied.
"Hmph! Your reason is laughable. Starter didn't believe it at all.
Kevin didn't argue much, using both hands and feet, simply climbed to the top of the bookshelf, and then searched along the wall little by little. Baron Stadt was a fat man staring at a beer belly, and it was obvious that he was embarrassed by the kind of man who wanted him to climb high. Perhaps he had ordered the servants to wipe down the tops of the shelves, but he himself could not have come up and inspect them. People are lazy, and it's hard to believe that the servants here are meticulous in completing all their tasks, and most likely the servants are just putting on a show.
But now the bookshelves are spotlessly clean, almost as bright as the glossy wooden floors, which is unusual. It seems to be more like wiping it in order to hide the traces. It's just that this can't be analyzed in its entirety for Start.
"There's a crack in the wall over here?" Kevin climbed through two bookshelves, quickly spotting a spot in the wall near the roof.
"Yes, it's probably been a long time, isn't it?" The walls are painted white throughout, but the cracks are so fine that they are hard to spot underneath.
"This crack is a little strange, it's irregular, but it's end-to-end! it's more like a hole!" Kevin touched it and pushed it with his hand, but he couldn't push it.
"Do you want to say that they opened this hole at night, got in, and plugged it up again?" said Stadt, incredulously, "maybe once or twice, for a month? Besides, can you push it away now?"
"No," Kevin shook his head, "the crack is broken in an irregular jagged shape, and all of it is tightly bitten, even if the middle piece is loose, it can't be pushed hard! β
"Isn't that all there is to it?"
"However, there is another way," Kevin smiled and looked back, gesturing to his finger, "Space Ring." β
Starter was stunned, and immediately yelled outside: "Take a ladder and come in!"
The servant immediately hurried with a triangular ladder, and Baron Stadt set up the ladder and staggered up to inspect it. Kevin held it with one hand and pointed to him with the other to explain: "The other party can first disguise himself and enter the library as an ordinary nobleman to investigate the situation." By some means, smash a crack here. This must be done during the day, compared to the noisy people during the day, making a little noise will not attract attention. At night, they will start to move, and their strength is undoubtedly much higher than that of the minions you hired, jumping directly from the outside, directly up to the roof of this side!"
"Then use the space ring to collect this wall, which should be very easy since the cracks have been made during the day. The other party entered instantly, and then turned around to release the wall inside the space ring to block it. Even if the crack here is irregular, there is no problem. The only difficulty is the position of the space ring when it is blocked when it is turned back. If the location is a little worse, the released wall may collide with other walls, but it is estimated that this will be easy for these Assassins. β
"If you want to prove it, just take the space ring. Kevin spread his hands.
Baron Starter leaned into the wall and looked at it for a long time, and finally shook his head: "I'm just a baron, and I don't have a space ring yet." β
"Then there's no way," Kevin said, "I'm always just guessing, and I can't prove it." β
"Butler!" Start slowly descended from the ladder, "contact the engineering team tomorrow to discuss repairing the wall." β
"Yes!" the butler nodded in agreement.
Kevin also fell down from the bookshelf: "Can I live here lately?"
"If you want to live, you can live, there are a lot of rooms, and there is not much for you to eat. Starr nodded.
"Thanks," Kevin smiled, "it's okay to ask for rent, and I have 18 gold coins now." Haha!" Starter just shook his head, someone actually showed off his 18 gold coins in front of someone worth hundreds of thousands of gold coins?
On the other side, Little Spoon stayed in the town of Ullah for two days, and of course found nothing. As a novice assassin, she didn't know where to ask for news, nor where to go next. I just stayed in the hotel and read Kevin's draft twice, and this draft was only half written, which made her very entangled.
Do you want to go back to the albatross? The little spoon shook his head, begging for this and that for the first assassination mission, it was really not handsome. What's more, it's still early, so I can't talk about it.
So the little spoon took out the "Biography of the Assassins" again and began to look at it, and halfway through it, her eyes suddenly lit up: the mainland stipulates that bards and editors are guilty of the same crime, and now that they can't find him, isn't it the same to stab him to death? Speaking of which, Kevin is a good person, if he doesn't die, he won't die first. My father doesn't know Kevin either, so I guess I can get past it, right?
Little Spoon was glad that he had come up with such a clever solution, packed up his things, and began to make his way to the city of Shirez.