In the second half of the night, Gleilynt finally realized that this was not something that could be done immediately, so he fell asleep with the help of meditation.

And it was at this time that Shirley and Jim aboard the Giant Bird were also ready to act.

An "assassin", a "thief", a man and a rat have night vision, so they don't have lights, and even the moonlight happens to be obscured by the clouds, which is a great time to kill!

Bogdan was undoubtedly asleep by this time.

He is forty-three years old this year, and although he is not old, he is still a little powerless when it comes to sex. Besides, Beatrice's girl is stubborn, although he does toss harder, but after that, he is really tired.

There's no such thing as "opening a door", but for Jim, opening a normal copper lock is just a basic operation.

It's a bit difficult to make a sound.

The inside of the room couldn't even reflect the starlight, and it was a little darker than the outside.

"Beatrice isn't there."

Jim confirmed the situation and shook his head at Shirley, which they had agreed on beforehand. Jim's night vision is stronger than Shirley's, so Jim agrees to confirm that Beatrice is not there, and then nod or shake his head to tell Shirley, because Shirley can only see closer things in extreme darkness.

"How could it not be? An hour ago, Jim had clearly confirmed that Bogdan was committing violence against Beatrice through 'decryption'...... If I hadn't stopped him, he would have rushed over and killed Bogdan. ”

She was a little wary, but when Bogdan tried to offend her with "alcohol", there had been a conflict of force between the two sides, and she had confirmed that the other party was just an ordinary person, so she didn't worry much about it now.

What Shirley didn't know was that for Bogdan, Beatrice was just a temporary "toy", or a relatively lowly kind, and certainly not worthy of sleeping with him, and when the boat arrived in Aleser, he should be tired of playing with this toy......

I don't know, but it doesn't prevent her from killing.

Although she had never been trained, she was indeed a professional "assassin", and in order to conceal herself, she drugged herself and Jim beforehand to remove the smell from her body and wrapped her shoes in strips of cloth...... There was neither sound nor smell, and the person sleeping in bed was an ordinary person who was "overworked".

With Bogdan's faint snoring, she walked over to the other party's bed.

A flash of pity flashed in her brown eyes, then she turned into complete indifference, and by this point, she had become a ruthless killer with the sole purpose of taking the life of her target!

Jim is still hidden in her coat pocket and begins to weave a mystery ahead of time.

Shirley glanced at Jim, who came out of the probe, and silently pulled out the dagger tied to her arm, she didn't quench the poison on it, because it wasn't necessary.

She spotted the other's half-twisted neck and gestured with a dagger.

Immediately after, she raised a sharp cold light, and her left hand suddenly covered Bogdan's mouth, and the sharp dagger fell fiercely, piercing Bogdan's neck from the side of his throat, and then directly slashed horizontally, cutting off the front half of his neck...... At the same time, she had expected to press her knee against Bogdan's heart to prevent him from making any movement as he struggled to make a move.

The soft touch from his mouth was not small, and before Bogdan was about to wake up, he suddenly felt a chill in his neck, and then his brain went numb.

The creature instinct made him try to struggle, but the power that was rapidly draining couldn't be built up, and he just made a few pointless convulsions.

Ten seconds later, he completely lost his breath.

Shirley nodded at Jim without any emotion, withdrawing her strength. In the dark of night, Jim cooperates to throw out the carefully woven mystery, and then begins to instruct Shirley to clean up the traces...... Bogdan didn't hire a bodyguard for the night, and if he had, he might be able to check on Bogdan when his snoring was gone, which wouldn't change the outcome, but it would cause some trouble for Shirley.

Under the cover of night, the sailed ship is still under the control of the helmsman on duty. The passage was filled with a lot of sea breeze, pouring in from the unclosed wooden door, blowing the breath of blood, and causing it to spread rapidly.

With Jim nodding, Shirley quickly left with him.

Then, on the backlit side of the ship's side, several things with the smell of blood fell into the sea, and were soon left far behind by the ship.

……

In the second-class room, Shirley, who had changed into a dressing gown, waited silently, and soon, she faintly heard a few whispers in the dark night.

Bang!

"Damn, it's something that ate the gall of a leopard that caused trouble on my boat."

In the captain's room, the disheveled Farid Peterson slapped the table in a rage, so frightened that the sailors who came to report immediately shuddered.

"Check, find out for me who it is that dares to openly challenge the authority of the 'Giant Bird' guard force."

"If you don't find out clearly, I won't dock at the port tomorrow, and I will go ashore alone at that time, and ask the adults of MI9 to investigate in detail!"

He is just shouting loudly, in MI9, even if he is just an ordinary person, it is not something that he can command as an ordinary captain.

And if he deliberately does not dock at the port, it will only take a few hours, he will be forced to compromise by the angry passengers, as long as it is not himself or his family is assassinated, those nobles and gentlemen will not care about this trivial matter, can cooperate with the police in the investigation, answer the relevant questions, it is still for the face of the police station, for the sake of the face of the public power of the Kingdom of Rune, not for him Farid Peterson.

Although the situation changed completely in Jim's anticipation, Shirley ran into unexpected trouble.

The next morning, her door was rudely slammed.

She didn't care about changing her clothes, her face showed some confusion, she casually picked up a small mirror at the head of the bed, and opened the door in her nightgown.

A man came straight in, his name was LaRue, a sailor who had been sailing for more than a decade, and of course, this was already his past position.

LaRue was given the duty of inquiry, and was in charge of the six rooms on this side of the second-class cabin, but he did not really come to inquire, and as his second mate, there was no need to do it himself, because there was only a lone woman living here.

But it was precisely because he knew that there was only one lone woman here, a very beautiful lone woman, that he specially applied to the captain to come here to ask. In other words, this was acquiesced by Farid, after all, this was just a lone woman living in second class, and it would be a big deal to spend a few pounds or a dozen pounds afterwards - of course, it was spent on the police, not to compensate the woman.

Shirley made a nimble sideways turn to avoid Laru's "uncontrollable" figure, and watched him stagger in a few steps.

With obvious anger, she asked:

"What's the matter?"

Looking at the way this beautiful woman pressed her nightgown, Laru only felt a heat rise from his lower body, which stimulated his already difficult brain to become less and less clear.

He turned around, snorted in a nasal voice, and said intimidatingly:

"Your Excellency Bogdan was brutally murdered last night!"

"I remember the day before yesterday, in the restaurant, you had an argument with him, and even made a move, so it is very likely that you are the murderer of that kind gentleman!"

In fact, of course, he didn't suspect that the murderer was Shirley, after all, she was just a low-class mixed-race woman, where would she have the audacity to kill the noble Bogdan gentleman?

He's just playing on the topic.

LaRue took a few steps, closed the door, turned around and smiled lewdly:

"Now I'm going to check your room and search for murder weapons!"

"Hey, I already smell blood, it's inside your dressing gown, take it off, I'm going to check it!"

As he spoke, he reached over and pulled Shirley's dressing gown.

Shirley's delicate body was trembling slightly, not frightened, but angry, she was really shocked by this person's shamelessness and obscenity.

Just as she was shocked and angry, an imperceptible glimmer flashed in the delicate little mirror in her hand.

The name of this little mirror is:

"The Witch's Make-up Mirror"