After saying that, he was very satisfied and pulled out a snow-white handkerchief and gently wiped the blood from the dagger. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Goodbye then, poor Awoken. ”

Radmilo didn't want to stay long, either, because the Blue Mist worked just as well for him.

As soon as he turned around, a huge wrench struck him head-on.

Bang -

Radmilo only felt that the world was spinning, and he looked at the two strong men behind him in disbelief.

"You...... You ......"

"Dare to go wild in our workshop, you are impatient!"

The young worker's breath was short, and it was clear that bringing down such a powerful killer with a wrench was something he had never dared to think of before.

"You mortals......"

Bang bang -

Seeing that he was going to continue to make noise, the young worker picked up the wrench and struck him twice on the head, and Radmilo fell to the cold ground unwillingly.

"Phew-" the young worker spat at him, "let you underestimate the strength and wisdom of the worker!"

Hum -

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew, and several old workers had already opened the steam valve and activated the huge exhaust fan. Soon the blue mist dissipated in the strong air current, and the familiar demonic power resurfaced, dispelling Mira's intense sleepiness.

"How's she? Get to the hospital!"

Mira immediately rushed to Yushi's side and picked her up from the ground, but she was surprised to find that Yushi, who was still bleeding profusely, had disappeared from the blood on her chest.

What's going on?

She placed Yushi on the blanket that the workers had found, and examined her wounds, but there were no wounds!

If it weren't for the small hole in her clothes, Mira would have even wondered if Yushi was really injured just now.

Whew――

Yushi let out a long breath and woke up leisurely, getting up from the ground with a blank face, covering her golden eyes with her long silver hair.

"Thank you. ”

After leaving two simple words, Yushi lowered his head and quickly disappeared in front of everyone's eyes.

"It's okay to be pierced in the chest, Lord Yushi is really amazing!" the workers couldn't help but start admiring, their faces showing great envy and admiration.

Only Mira's face showed a hint of concern.

Yuxi's wounds healed miraculously in such a short period of time, and even the blood that flowed out returned to his body, which could only be the effect of the power of the demonic spirit.

Demon Spirit No. 31 - Angel's Breath!

Possessing magical powers that can heal all wounds, but the cruel thing is that the awakened person who uses this demon spirit will bear all the pain of the healed wounds.

Therefore, although Yuxi's injury is healed, the pain will not be reduced at all.

She had been pierced in the chest with a dagger, maybe even in the heart, what a pain it must have been!

Just thinking about it, Mira felt that she must not be able to stand it.

Judging from Yuxi's appearance just now, he didn't even shake his hands, as if it was extremely common to bear such pain.

What kind of girl is this, Mira can't help but think, is it all because of that person who has an extremely rare demon spirit and is willing to live such a dull life in Black Iron Town?

"Mira, what do you think this guy is going to do?"

Several workers had already tied up Radmilo, but before that, they had pulled out his coat and searched for all his belongings.

Mira looked at Radmilo tied into rice dumplings with disgust, she hated Blue Mist, and she hated those who used it.

Although she is not from Black Iron Town and does not have the right to make any decisions, she still can't help but want to punish this killer well, and presumably Renault should not mind.

"Inform the Guards, but before we do, I want him to get a taste of the blue mist. ”

Radmilo was tied to an iron plate and dragged into the snow outside the workshop, where a worker retrieved several blue crystal bottles with stoppers from his belongings. After gently pulling the stopper, he let the blue mist inside slowly drift out of the bottle, constantly circling around him.

"Attention, I'm going to splash!"

The young worker carried a full stream of cold water and splashed it on Radmilo's body with a clatter.

"Hmm-"

The biting chill instantly woke Radmilo, and he shivered all over, staring blankly at the dark night sky.

Soon the cold water began to freeze on him, but a few hateful workers, who did not seem to intend to let him freeze directly into an iceman, brought several buckets of hot water and poured them at him.

Radmilo wanted to cry without tears, he never thought that the elder figure of his dignified Silver Sword Society would actually be planted in the hands of a few ordinary people.

This is simply a great shame, but what is extremely sad is that now he can't even commit suicide except for unwilling to endure it.

The blue mist that he once relied on was now a fatal obstacle. Unable to use the power of demons, his body was frozen and stiffened by the extremely cold temperature. Under the alternating stimulation of cold and hot water, the only thing he can move is the gradually faint consciousness, and the only thing this consciousness can feel is despair.

Even more desperate than Radmilo is Trier in Black Sheep City.

Originally, he thought that Radmiro, who sent a backbone elder, would definitely succeed in assassinating Renault.

But just now, Radmilo's life mark suddenly disappeared from the crystal in his hand.

The disappearance of the life mark means that the person has died.

To Trier's heart, Radmilo's death was so slow. From the beginning of the weakening of the imprint of life to the complete disappearance, it actually lasted for half a night.

He must have been tortured to death.

Trill clutched the cold crystal tightly, as if he could personally feel Radmilo's despair and helplessness before he died.

Renaud is really a tough character to deal with, Trier rubbed his aching temples, and his head hurt even more at the thought of facing Orlan's cold words tomorrow.

The elders failed, and it seemed that only those who used the ward were left to do so.

The Black Sword Society is a very small branch of the Silver Sword Society.

The Black Sword Society will never accept assassination missions unless they are forced to do so.

As far as Trill knew, the Black Sword Society had only struck twice in the past few decades.

One was the assassination of the Chancellor of the Exchequer of His Majesty the current King, and the other was the assassination of the Bishop of the Sub-Temple opposite Black Sheep City.

But that was decades ago, and no one thought that Black Sword would succeed at the time, so when the news of these two people's deaths came out, everyone's eyes widened in shock.

From then on, the Black Sword Society's status in the dark forces rose like a rocket, and it leaped to incomparable heights in one fell swoop.

Maybe now, it's time for the Black Sword Club to strike again......

Trill walked into the empty courtyard and signaled for help to the whitening east. (To be continued.) )