It was 12 o'clock in the evening, and the night was dark with a light breeze. The streets were empty with less sit-in kobolds. Owls often hover in the air, but owls fly almost silently, with only a slight sound of wind in the night.

Boris stood on the roof of a small building near the embassy, looked at the roof of the embassy, and assessed the distance with his hands. Then take a few steps back, take a deep breath, run wildly, pounce, and fight two times in a row in the air. Two owls flew to the left and right, and Polis reached out his hands in the air and grabbed their talons.

Although the owl has a lower strength, it can also carry a small section through inertia. Around that moment, Boris let go of his hands and flew straight to the roof of the embassy building. Successfully landed, rolled, silently, and successfully jumped over the two rooftops with a distance of more than 50 meters, Boris was very satisfied with his performance.

There must be many traps around the embassy, and even if the empire has some information, it is not guaranteed to be completely correct, and the best way is to break through the sky. With the owl's air supremacy guarantee, this is undoubtedly the wisest choice.

There is no door to the roof, and the only way to go down the stairs is through the outer wall. Boris chose a place, took out the hook, and lowered it slowly. There are owls monitoring the whole city outside, and even if the night is dark, the owl's night vision ability is no problem, and almost everything is under control.

Descend, descend again! He had come to the window of Kevin's room, and the light was still shining inside. It's already past 12 o'clock, hasn't this person slept yet?

Out of an abundance of caution, Boris first let the owl fly by in front of the window, and then report back on the situation inside the window. For a moment, the owl responded, and Kevin turned his back to the window, writing something at the table.

Polis didn't expect to be in danger, so he crept up to the window. Inside the room, Kevin turned his back to the window, writing hard in his hand, as if he was writing at a critical moment. There was only an oil lamp on the table, and on the side were piles of manuscripts, and Kevin's sword was leaning against it. After all, in troubled times, weapons are always kept within easy reach.

Polis leaned closer, trying to see what was written on Kevin's desk with his first-class eyesight. However, it was only a few words intermittently, and they were all in Lou Pauler's Chinese script, and Boris himself did not understand it, so he had to give up.

Polis moved away from the window, adjusted his posture, and pinched the dagger in his hand, still hesitating in his heart.

Originally, he planned to wait for Kevin to sleep and assassinate him, but now that he hasn't slept at 12 o'clock, should he wait until he sleeps before he does it, or do it now? What if he doesn't sleep tonight? If he gives up tonight, he may not have such good weather and opportunities in the future. And if you make a move now, the risk is a bit bigger.

The empire also has Kevin's strength intelligence, red fighting spirit, can only magic missiles and magic shields, and can only use low-level elemental spells if you have to use a spar. It's also a bit of a skill among low-level soldiers, but it's not worth mentioning in the eyes of the strong. However, there is a special mark in the intelligence - this person is suspected of having a "protagonist aura".

The Empire's intelligence is serious, and there should be no malicious and funny situations. Since it says "protagonist aura", there may really be a "protagonist aura" in some sense, and perhaps the person who gathers the intelligence finds this trait difficult to describe, and can only replace it with "protagonist aura" in the end.

In any case, Polis believed that this person would definitely not die so easily, so he assassinated the other person as if it were his own, and tried to be foolproof.

There was a creak, and the sound of chairs moving in the room. Then there was a yawn from Kevin, and Polis was happy outside the window, was he finally going to sleep?

Thinking of having to wait another hour, Boris decided to change his comfortable position, but the shaking made him catch a glimpse of a line out of the corner of his eye.

On the top of the window frame, a line is vaguely written in Lou Pauler's Chinese. Polis was curious and approached to identify: "If there is something to go to the front door, don't lean on the window......"

This moment made Polis's heart beat wildly, could it be that he knew he was coming?

But on second thought, nothing had happened, and the owl flew through the window again to find Kevin already making the bed.

After settling down, I found that there were still words under this line, and hurriedly looked at it again: "There is no need to add characters in the near future, whether you are an assassin or a necromancer, please don't scare the author, thank you for your support." ”

Polis: "......"

Suddenly, Kevin picked up his sword in the house: "Who's outside?"

Polis was startled, and the person had already climbed up, and in an instant he climbed onto the roof, and everything was done subconsciously. Then his heart pounded, and at the same time he was puzzled: how did he find out?

After waiting for a while, he saw that Kevin did not open the window to check, nor did he wake up others. After a few more moments, the lights went out, and it seemed that he had fallen asleep.

Could it be that this person habitually scares out of thin air before going to bed? Why is there so much wrong with this person?

Looking at the time, it was already half past 12 o'clock, and I had no choice but to sit on the roof for half an hour and wait until 1 o'clock in the morning. Quietly descending again, the room was already dark at this time, and through the owl's night vision eyes, it was known that Kevin had indeed fallen asleep.

No longer hesitate, pick up the dagger, gently pry open the window, and roll inside. Smear came to Kevin's bed, took a closer look, and couldn't find where his head was, it seemed that Kevin was sleeping with his head covered.

I couldn't help but feel nervous, it's not cold lately, why do you want to sleep with your head covered? Could it be that Kevin is actually no longer in bed? As the head of the reconnaissance team, Polis is also very experienced, and immediately took a closer look, and saw that the quilt did not even have a slight breathing fluctuation. Apparently there is no one in bed!

Could it be that Kevin guessed that he was coming? Or is Kevin usually so cautious? But at least no one has jumped out to see through him yet, indicating that there is still a chance for assassination!

Look around the room, and if there is no one in the bed, the best place to sleep is under the bed. Boris slowly crouched down and looked under the bed, but because the light was already extremely dim today, it was even more pitch black under the bed, and he couldn't see anything.

Polis listened intently, but no breathing was heard, and the room was silent, as if he was alone.

How could this be? Polis wondered, could it be that Kevin could not read and sleep in a different place, and he circled the room twice again, convinced that he was really the only one in the room. In the end, he even had the audacity to light the oil lamp and go through the materials on the table.

Most of it is an analysis of the Empire's intelligence, as well as some spell points, and even tips on synchronous illusions. Wait! Synchronous illusion? Boris suddenly felt in his heart, no wonder he couldn't control it and started spraying him at that time, no wonder he finally showed him the information, it turned out that he could also synchronize illusions!

Synchronous illusion is mainly to detect emotions and boost emotions. Although I didn't make a sound outside the window just now, my mood fluctuated greatly, which ...... Did Kevin really find out a long time ago?

Thinking of this, Boris broke out in a cold sweat, and he didn't dare to stay here anyway, blowing out the oil lamp, and trying to escape through the window.

"Just gone?" suddenly a voice rang out.

Boris didn't want to answer, so he jumped up. There was a sudden flash of cold light outside the window, and Boris didn't want to retract in a hurry, and then a figure jumped in with a gun. The door behind him opened, and with a snap of his fingers, the oil lamp automatically rekindled, and the room suddenly became bright.

Polis looked around, and the little spoon and the ambassador of Lou Pauler had already arrived, and Kevin slowly crawled out of the cabinet at this time: "Alas, why don't you do it earlier? ”

Without hesitation, Boris took out a scroll: "This is a burst scroll, even if it is a dispersal circle, it can't be dispelled instantly, I advise you to let me go immediately, otherwise it will ......"

The ambassador shook his head, "Would you like to explain why you're here?"

"Nothing to explain. Boris blushed slightly.

Kevin waved his hand: "Don't get excited, do you want me to call Bradley to pick you up?"

"You're ......," Polis looked embarrassed.

"I don't want to make a big deal today," Kevin said, "I'll synchronize the illusion, your assassination failure this time is that your mood swings are too great, I found you an hour ago." Although I don't know who it is, if you do the math, you are most likely. But I'm still trying to keep a low profile as much as possible. ”

"I didn't set any traps or sound the alarm, I just let the crow secretly notify two people who were a little more powerful to come to help, and the others were still asleep. Kevin laughed.

The small spoon interface on the side: "I was woken up by a crow when I was sleeping soundly, and I came over in my pajamas...... Sleepy ......"

"And what do you want?" asked Boris.

"It's very simple," Kevin said, "We have worked together deeply, and I have shown you a certain amount of sincerity, showing you quite a bit of information, and I hope you can have a better return." ”

"This ...... This ......"

"There's no time for you to hesitate today," Kevin began, "either grant me my request or you activate the scroll in your hand." ”

"Do you think I wouldn't dare?" said Borris, raising his voice.

"If you dare, it means that you are a person who is not afraid of death," Kevin analyzed, "In the end, I just got a little handle, if you are not afraid of death, then it is far better to go directly to Bradley and turn yourself in than to assassinate." So, do you dare?"

Polis was speechless.

The little spoon suddenly became happy: "Oh, so he didn't dare? Then I stabbed him." ”

As soon as the words fell, the spear arrived. Boris hurriedly blocked with a dagger, but the small spoon and spear suddenly retracted, but it was only a shot from Xu Huang: "It's nothing, it scares you." ”

Polis: "......"

"We're good for both of us, what are you waiting for?" Kevin asked again.

"How can I trust you?" asked Boris rhetorically, "will you confess me one day? ”

"I'll scare you again!" the little spoon spear arrived, and just as Polis was about to fight back, she had already put away the gun again.

"Do you want to seek an eternal relationship? Do you think it's possible before the kingdom?" Kevin sneered, "as long as you still have value, then you don't have to worry about anything." As long as it's valuable, even if you come and assassinate me, I'll still try to pull you in. If you don't have any value one day, even if you call me daddy, I might kill you. Do you understand?"

"Instead of worrying about me confessing to you, you should work hard to increase your value, and this is the way to go!" Kevin replied.

"Hah! I'm scared to death!" the little spoon shot again. This time Polis just waved his hand impatiently, Kevin's conversation with him required him to concentrate and weigh the pros and cons, but the little spoon on the side had been harassing him in the most mentally retarded way, how could this not be irritated?

But this time, the spear suddenly stretched out, and Boris reacted a little too late, and the scroll in his hand was knocked off by the barrel of the gun, and the tip of the spear was placed on his neck.

"Well, you're running out of means to die all of them now," Little Spoon said with a triumphant expression, "what else is there to say?"

Polis: "......"