When I came back from Stadt, it was already noon the next day. The promotion of the game was very successful, and everyone held a banquet that night, and it was very lively to drink and talk together. Kevin didn't like this kind of party, he didn't know anyone on the field except Start, and it was very commercial in nature.

Kevin originally wanted to refuse, but remembering that he had repeatedly called Stat in a word, he now took it as a face for his friend, and he stayed to deal with it. Some of the people in the venue didn't know the details of Kevin, and some of them knew some inside stories, but since it was a guest specially invited by Start, no one dared to slack off.

From time to time, a group of people accosted Kevin to toast, or knocked on the side, or pretended to be drunk and asked directly, Kevin just said, "I'm just a librarian", but everyone expressed disbelief. Start saw that Kevin didn't want to say more, so naturally he wouldn't poke him. It was late that day, and Kevin stayed at Start's for the night.

The next day, Statt tried to keep him, but Kevin refused. And said that tomorrow is Monday, and I have to go to work normally. After the dandruff mission ended, Kevin found an excuse to take a few days off work, but he couldn't rest indefinitely.

Before leaving, Starter gave Kevin several wooden statues, which were said to be game characters, and they were also painted, and the workmanship was very exquisite. It is said to be popular among young people and is expensive.

Kevin did research their game. It's still a card-based battle, and the algorithm is relatively simple, which is essentially a new game. But many cards have to be bought, and some cards can't even be bought, and they have to be drawn through a special way. The gameplay is still very rudimentary, but being able to play a long-range duel through the existing civilian crystal ball is indeed a good start.

Back at school, after a little tidying up, the task of assassinating the president is on the agenda. Kevin first made a set of training plans for himself, such as when to start exercising, when to meditate, when to study, and so on.

However, after only a week, Kevin began to fish. It's not that I can't stick to it at all, but it's obvious that there is less and less time for exercising and studying, and it's becoming more and more difficult to concentrate.

Ah, I'm so tired and don't want to exercise. Ah, I'm so tired and I don't want to study. Ah, I'm so tired and I don't want to meditate...... So Kevin sat in a daze, looking at the window: Ah, I want to go online...... Ah, the internet is so slow......

In the past, Kevin's motivation to study or exercise was far better than now, and when he was a child, he read a bunch of books left by his father, it was because of the hatred in his heart, and a group of friends listened to his advice. When you are a bard, you learn it for the sake of squirting each other to death for the better, and it is also for life. The training in the barracks was forced by the commander, and later went to the kobold to learn illusion, which was a real danger and imminent.

Now that everything is peaceful, Little Spoon and Sain are gone, Fran is doing research all day and is nowhere to be seen, and Kevin has to complete many training programs alone. And the results of the training are minimal, and I don't even know if it is useful to practice these by myself, and the goal of "assassinating the president" is so big that it is almost impossible to reach.

The powerhouse of the Holy Rank is the top of the human race, and if you want to kill someone of the Holy Rank, even if you are also a Saint Rank, you may not be successful. Not to mention the Assassin Guild who is proficient in assassination? Kevin thinks that if he touches the fish to the end, he should be able to understand it, right?

Or should you set a small goal first, for example, by making a move in the hands of the Assassin Guild?

Thinking of this, Kevin no longer hesitated and just did it.

On this day, taking advantage of the dark moon and high wind, Kevin was dressed in black and masked, carrying a broken knife in his arms, and walked towards the mansion of Count Golyed. Then, when he was climbing over the wall, he was caught by the sheriff and brought back to the sheriff's building......

"What are you going to do?" the sheriff ...... embarrassed.

"I ...... Looking for inspiration...... "Kevin can only prevaricate like this.

Fortunately, the sheriffs in the capital knew Kevin, and they didn't dare to do anything to him, so he let him go that night. If Kevin wasn't masked, the sheriffs might not dare to arrest him, and at most they would keep an eye on him.

Back at school, Kevin couldn't help but reflect. Now that the crumbs have just passed, the capital is under martial law, what kind of assassination is playing with your own strength? Anyway, your own strength is low, and there is no difference between assassination and open killing, so it is better to visit head-on.

So I found a day off, the sky was clear, and Kevin came to the door with a broken knife in his hand. is also an old acquaintance of the Earl's Court, no one stopped him, he easily came to the Earl's study, and politely knocked on the door.

The Assassin President was still sitting and reading, without raising his head. But Kevin keenly noticed that there was an extra toilet next to his desk......

Kevin was instantly excited, hurriedly bowed down to interrupt, and then turned around and ran. Under the astonished eyes of the butler and the servant, he rushed out of the door, without stopping, until he ran three streets before stopping to catch his breath......

"Huhu...... Kind of escaped. Kevin wiped his sweat and had palpitations.

thought that the assassination would fail, and at most he would be beaten, Kevin was already fearless, and the other party would show mercy anyway. But I didn't expect it...... If the Assassin Guild had asked Kevin to eat, there would really be nothing Kevin could do, even if he couldn't make sense of it. Kevin's own self praised this kind of behavior, and besides, there was always some punishment for a failed assassination, which was really hard to refuse......

What a filthy Assassin leader. Kevin was indignant.

However, after this, Kevin's fighting spirit has risen a lot. Kevin also reformulated his own small goals, starting with the first step, to blow up the president's toilet. Promise that even if you fail to assassinate yourself, you won't eat.

Draw a diagram of the Assassin Leader's study, study the configuration, calculate how to blow up the toilet, and preferably use a fire spell to vaporize the mess......

It's not that there is no way at all, but most of them require considerable intrigues, such as attacking the east and west, or with the help of external forces, such as authority. But that's not interesting, the essence of assassinating the chairman is to exercise strength, not strategy, and even the purpose of assassinating the chairman itself is not the main purpose.

There were no shortcuts, and Kevin began to work out honestly. Magic and vindictiveness are not left behind, and they are carried out simultaneously, while they are still looking up materials in the library, and occasionally ask some questions to their colleagues......

Occasionally, there would be a feeling of burnout, so Kevin would come to the door again, take a look at the toilet, and then turn around and run...... Boost your motivation.

In the blink of an eye, another month has passed, a semester is coming to an end, and the summer vacation is approaching. Of course, before the summer vacation, there will be a final exam, which is another stage for top students to show off their skills. And the level of the minotaurs is still the same as always, they have also studied here for a year, the vast majority of them have not learned anything, and only a few can reach the average level of the human race. Of course, their force is as strong as ever.

This problem has been complained about countless times by countless people in the school, from students to teachers, but fortunately, the summer vacation is coming soon, and the minotaurs must also return to their territory. The whole school will last for two months.

But at the same time, next year there will be a new class of Minotaur students coming in, and the number will be greatly increased, making everyone sad and bleak. The school will recruit a group of teachers, and is also preparing to recall several vice principals and outstanding professors who have studied abroad. Kevin can't escape, I'm afraid I'll have to teach next semester, and the easy job of a librarian may be gone.

However, these are still far away, and you can still enjoy the summer vacation in front of you. Teachers chatted with each other, or went on vacation to go on an adventure, or slept at home for two months. The students were the same, excited and cheering.

However, Kevin was a little uncomfortable, and the task of assassinating the president was always in his throat. If he was running around, it wouldn't be appropriate. After much hesitation, Kevin finally made up his mind that whether he ate or not, it was time to stab him seriously!

Before going out, Kevin brushed his teeth twice, with mint in his mouth, still carrying a broken knife, and came to the Earl's palace openly and knocked on the earl's study.

But at this time the Count was leaning back in his chair, dozing off with his eyes closed. Kevin came in, and he wasn't going to move.

Kevin immediately rushed over, picked up the toilet, and threw it out the window! Then he heard the clang, and then the butler's exclamation.

"What are you doing?" the Assassin President looked surprised.

Kevin quietly leaned in front of the window to take a look, but saw that what fell out of the toilet was just some fruit peels, and it seemed that it was just ...... Wet garbage.

"What are you doing?" the Assassin leader asked again.

Kevin pulled out his knife: "Your time of death has come!"

"Ahh!!h

The Assassin President complained while fighting: "I really don't know where to complain!"

After a long time, the Assassin President sat back in his chair and gestured casually: "Go, help the butler clean up the wet trash can." ”

"Yes, President. Kevin struggled to his feet. But I saw that the butler had already finished packing up and came in: "Lord Earl, I have already packed up." The housekeeper put the wet trash can back.

"Alright, you go down. The Assassin President didn't say anything, and waved the butler away. Kevin stood to the side, his whole body aching, still holding a knife in his hand, at a loss.

"Listen," the Assassin leader began, "don't say anything like 'you're dead,' it's nonsense! For example, if I assassinate you, then maybe I will say this. You assassinated me, and you actually said this? Are you so confident?"

"Yes, yes, the president said. ”

"Also, I really made this plan to assassinate me in order to improve your strength. But even then, it's an assassination! It's serious! It's not funny, you know?" the Assassin leader asked.

"Yes, yes. ”

"By the way, I've always wanted to ask, the first few times you ran away as soon as you entered the door, why did you run away?" the Assassin Guild wondered.

"I ......" Kevin was embarrassed for a long time, but still couldn't answer.

"Forget it, you go back. The Assassin leader stopped talking nonsense and closed his eyes and began to nap.

"That...... President," Kevin hesitated, but plucked up the courage to ask, "Do you feel like I'm a little stronger than before?"

Assassin President: "......"

"Well, forget it if you don't. Kevin hurriedly picked it up himself.

The Assassin leader coughed dryly, "This...... Kindness...... When you think about it, it's still a bit different. ”

"Really?" Kevin excited, "something has gotten stronger." ”

"Resist the beating," replied the Assassin Headmaster, "and when you were beaten, you would scream louder. ”

Kevin: "......"