On a night at the State Guest House, it was rare for someone to go without a bed companion by their side. Because today he is playing a drunk man who is so drunk that he is unconscious, whether the elves see through it or not, of course, they save the effort of pimping, and Lin is also happy. After all, it's not a good thing to be old, have too much sex, and come every day.

also because the first ten nights were too tiring, no matter whether it was a play or not today, as soon as Lin touched the pillow, he decided to sleep well and didn't care about anything. And in fact, as soon as someone is put on the bed, lying on a comfortable bed, with a soft pillow, someone quickly pretends to be asleep and becomes asleep, unconscious.

In the middle of the night, several uninvited guests came to the guest house. Instead of disturbing the other guests or the staff of the guest house, they walked in a certain direction and finally stopped in front of Lin's door.

The magic lock of the guest house door made by the elves is an absolute nightmare for all thieves. But for those who come, unlocking is a breeze. With a flick of his hand, the door lock opened.

Creeping into the room, the three elves may not have night vision as their gray-skinned relatives, but they still get to their target with the help of the faint moonlight from the window and the route they remember. One man confirmed the Kingdom letterhead on the desk, which was put away by a silk baggage; One person confirmed the location of the magician, and there was an escape route to ensure an emergency.

After confirming the situation, the three of them did not make superfluous movements, but got together first to confirm each other. They communicated in elven voices in an inaudible voice:

'What about the magician?' ’

Both eyes were closed. ’

What about the letter? ’

It's exactly where the intelligence says. ’

'Magic traps and escape routes?' ’

'There are no magic traps in the room, everything is safe. ’

The elf who spoke last had a much more flirtatious attitude than the other two. He didn't follow the sneaking guidelines of walking in the shadows as much as possible and keeping his body down to reduce the likelihood of being spotted, and he didn't even pay much attention to the sound of his own footsteps. It also made noises from time to time, which was particularly conspicuous in this silent night, and also attracted the angry eyes of the other two.

The elf who took the lead did not want to quarrel in such a place, and he said: 'Go according to the original plan. After picking up the letterhead, we left from our location outside the window. Don't do anything else superfluous. ’

'What do you mean by superfluous things?' The frivolous man walked up to someone's bed, looked at the unsuspecting sleeping face, and said, 'This is a magician.' I easily touched the side, and it was only in my mind to take his life. Perhaps, I should prepare for my god-killing title? ’

Just as the Holy Saint is to a magician, killing a god is the highest honorary title for an assassin. One of the conditions for attaining the title is to assassinate a mage in the Magic Tower. Although the person in front of him is not in the magic tower, assassinating a mage is still quite a feat for the assassin profession that walks in the dark. So while the leader picked up the letterhead, the young elf was eager to try.

It was too late, it was too late, and the young elf drew his dagger neatly, and the other two companions didn't have time to stop it, and the whole room fell into a different pitch darkness. Countless rays of white light crisscrossed the ground, slicing the ill-intentioned into countless diced flesh, and sprinkling flesh and blood all over the ground.

At the same time, in this space, countless eyes opened, and white destruction rays shot out from these eyes, and after killing the first elf, these eyes did not move other than to stare at the backs of the remaining two. Because as early as the moment of the incident, they gave up the idea of rescuing their companions and did not hesitate to break the window and flee for their lives.

The moment they crashed out of the window, the two fleeing noticed the changes in the room, the gaze of the countless eyes. It wasn't until they had fled a considerable distance that the two of them, who had palpitations, stopped and gasped for air. The leader complained about his subordinate who had confirmed the status of the magician, saying, 'Both eyes closed? Why would you think that confirming only two is enough? ’

'Ah, chief, you have ...... in your hand'

The two elves looked at the leader's hand at the letter from the Pyathaime Kingdom that he had forgotten to put back. The two of them bared their teeth and gasped. What should I do with this hot potato right now? They didn't want to see that weird magician again, anyway. The death of the elf is really miserable. Who knows what will happen to them when they go back.

On the second basement floor of the Military Affairs Department of the Kingdom of Ammelan, it is the most mysterious intelligence department in the entire kingdom. The two surviving people followed the principle of emergency evacuation, and returned to the uninhabited intelligence office through the tunnel from the distant entrance.

Along the way, they didn't see many living people. In fact, there are a lot of elves walking here, and they just hide their tracks. Some are hiding in dark rooms where they can't see the door, and they are doing their own work that shouldn't be revealed to each other.

The two escaped all the way into a room where there was nothing but a simple table and chairs. In the room, an older elf who looked quite sophisticated was already waiting. As soon as he saw that there was one man missing, he opened his mouth and asked: 'You have failed.' What's going on? ’

'Elder, we are not a complete failure. We brought this back. The elf who took the lead took out the Pyathaime Kingdom letterhead and laid it flat on the table. Because of the urgency of the situation at that time, the letterhead was slightly wrinkled by him.

But the old elf, who saw the thing, did not appreciate it at all, and said, 'If you expose it, you should not take it back.' ’

'What's wrong, what's wrong, am I missing something?' 'The belated fat elf, Wildwalker Futen, walked through another secret door. He didn't know how to reason, but when he saw the things on the table, he naturally said happily: "Isn't this a perfect task?" What's there to be upset about? ’

They were exposed, and a man's hand was broken. The old elf poured a bucket of cold water and said.

Knowing the meaning behind these words, Wilder Futeng's expression immediately fell, and he asked, 'What's going on?' Make the whole process clear. That's when he realized that the stolen letterhead wasn't in perfect condition. Finding a way to get this thing back to its original state, even for them, it would take a lot of effort.

The two elves who escaped back, you and I tell what happened to them in great detail. Of course, it also includes the dead one, whose body is not available, and it is difficult to recover.

When the two of them had finished speaking, the old elf said with an ugly face, "I didn't expect that rumor to be true." ’

'Rumors? What rumors? What am I missing? Wilder Fu Teng asked.

The Thieves' Guild took the initiative to withdraw the assassination bounty related to the mage, and will not release the relevant bounty in the future. This is the treatment that only a magic saint with a magic tower can have, and when it is used on a white-bodied magician, I can't understand how to use it. According to rumors, the reason for the thieves' guild was that at least 300 people had been placed on the moor's assassination bounty. It is speculated that his life was most likely at the hands of the magician, or the lich who was following him. It included at least two master assassins who had been awarded the title of God Slayer, and a strong man who even dared to break into the magic tower, and after declaring that he was going to kill the magician, he never came back. ’

So, you ignored such important news! And stupidly sent to the door! Wilder Fu Teng said angrily, as he showed a completely different kind of honesty from the reception he had received.

That's what you're asking for, and the rumors are so exaggerated. Whoever listens to it will only be regarded as a joke on the wine table, how can they believe it. The old elf tried to argue.

But, in retrospect, those rumors are not exaggerated at all, because the facts are even more shocking. If your people are right, that magician uses extremely powerful magic in his sleep, cutting the kingdom's standard magical equipment into thin pieces in an instant, with no resistance. If you were the elite on which the Kingdom depends, I would be very disappointed if you had done it this way. Tell me, there's something I should know about the exaggeration, and you treat it as a joke. ’

An old elf who was reprimanded by a junior had a calm face, dissatisfied and did not say a word. A pair of sharp eyes stared at the fat elf, but the other party glared back without any intimidation. Belonging to different units, the old and the young have no high or low identities.

It was so bitter that they were caught between the old and the young, but their position was inherently close to the old man, and the mess in front of them had to be cleaned up, so the elf who led the action had to ask, 'Elder, what should we do with this letter?' And the remains of that newcomer......

The old elf gave a decisive instruction, saying: 'There is still time before dawn, send someone back to deal with the aftermath.' According to you, the rookie was attacked only after he had drawn his weapon. Until then, nothing has happened. That is to say, everyone who goes, give me careful of your weapons, and don't take the corpse of one person instead of two people. As for the letter...... '

The old elf didn't think about it for long, and then said, 'Get someone who specializes in repairing it.' Meanwhile, prepare to cast a spell and unlock the fire paint seal on the letterhead.

When Wydwalker Fu Teng saw that the other party was going to open the letter, he didn't say anything to stop it, but he didn't agree with it, but only took a small step back.

The old elf knew that this young man also wanted to know the content, but he didn't intend to take responsibility, so he made such a move. But for him, for this 'national letter', he has lost a manpower, albeit just a rookie. If you don't want to find a way to get back a little bit of chips, you're really sorry for yourself who has this letter in your hand.

The fire paint seal of the national letterhead will be a big difficulty for ordinary people. But for an official intelligence organization like theirs, it can only be regarded as a daily routine. In addition, this letter was sealed in a very formal way, and there were no additional trap designs, so the old elf quickly opened the letterhead, and it was also in a method that was easy to restore to its original appearance.

When he opened the letter, at first glance, he froze and did not dare to say anything.