The candle finally burned to an end, and the room was plunged into darkness. Having just experienced an unprecedented storm, and finally proclaiming her anxieties and dreams, Erin only felt a wave of tiredness constantly coming to her heart, and her eyelids were as heavy as lead, and finally closed irresistibly.

She didn't sleep peacefully and dreamed constantly. Many dreams are bizarre, even meaningless and bizarre images. But there was a dream that made her heart beat faster involuntarily. She dreamed that she owed Richard a lot of money, and that Richard had to come every night to collect the debt, several times a night, but the debt was still getting more and more owed.

When Erin opened her eyes, she was still looking at the familiar ceiling. The curtains that had been pulled off during the strenuous exercise last night were not fully closed, and a faint light fell from the upper part of the skylight, indicating that it was already noon in the world outside the deep blue. Erin was taken aback and sat up. In order to alleviate even a little debt burden, she has become accustomed to the hectic pace of life, and has never slept at all before. But when she sat up, it suddenly occurred to her, what about Richard?

The bed was empty, and the place where Richard had been lying had been replaced by a sheet of paper of familiar style and format.

It was a voucher of payment, denominated in 31,600 gold coins, signed by Richard. After paying off all the arrears, this money is enough for Erin to live in luxury for three years in the fringe area.

Because of the huge numbers on it, this thin piece of paper became very heavy. But holding this piece of paper that was enough to change her fate, Irene's heart was full of emptiness and loss, and the tears could no longer be stopped, and big drops poured out.

At this time, a thin layer of clouds condenses on the floating ice bay, and occasionally a few rays of sunlight shine through the clouds and shine on the sea, smearing the sparkling waves with a layer of fine bright color. Although the sea has thawed, there are still scattered icebergs floating in the sun, shining dazzlingly in the sun.

The sky was still dark, and the wind was unusually cold due to the lack of sunlight. Another gust of wind blew up the corners of Richard's magic robes, filling the chill and sending shivers down the boy's side.

Richard was standing on the seashore, a few meters away from the cliff-like shore. The waves crashed against the craggy shore rocks, occasionally causing huge splashes and even splashing all the way to Richard's feet. The cliffs on the coast are high and steep, and the place where Richard stands is nearly twenty meters above the surface of the sea, but the seemingly tranquil sea also contains great power, and the occasional burst of power is enough to make people thrilled.

Richard was treading on a dark reef that had been eroded by waves and winds over the years, so it was filled with deep ravines. At the edge of the rock crevice and ravine, small white flowers grow. Its name is Star Orchid, it is one of the most common plants in the ice floe bay, its tenacious vitality allows it to grow in almost any environment, most of the year in the northland where the temperature does not exceed ten degrees, but it can be seen all year round, the night before may have been frozen in the ice cubes lying on the ground, as long as it dissolves slightly, it will stand up with thin branches and leaves in full bloom.

Richard walked along the seashore, occasionally leaning over to pick a star orchid, and after a while, he had a bouquet of star orchids in his hands, and the little white flowers gathered together, not bewitching, but beautiful because of purity and ordinariness. He climbed a small hill with a wide view of the entire arc of the ice floe bay, and in the other direction the majestic deep blue.

The sea breeze was blowing in my face, with a thick clammy cold, and the waves were whispering, not knowing what they were saying.

Richard leaned over, dug through the cold dirt with his hands, dug a small dirt pit, and then put the small white flowers into the pit and gently buried it with the earth.

When Richard stood up again, he suddenly felt much more relaxed. Facing the sea breeze, he took a deep breath of cold wind, only to feel that the rich fishy smell revealed the unique grandeur and grandeur of the ice floe bay. He turned away, dark magical robes fluttering in the wind.

On the top of that hill, buried is the youthfulness and innocence of his youth, and a dream that was once beautiful.

Back in the deep blue, Richard returned to his familiar place, once again starting a schedule that suffocated onlookers. Erin, Minnie, Blood Parrot and Stevenson, when all the clues are put together, the truth of the truth is already on the horizon. Richard believed that what he could see, Helen Su and her archmages would be able to see as well. As for how to deal with it, Richard did not intend to take the initiative to ask, he was even ready to forget all the things that had happened, and devote himself to the exploration of the wizarding world.

Richard now understood that every step he took against certain opponents, such as Stevenson and Minnie, was a heavy blow to them, because the road to the Architect was a one-man bridge. This is a war in which no one can back down.

In many cases, power is relative, and the stronger you are, the weaker your opponents will be. And Richard now understands that with the current rate of progress in various fields of magic, it will only make those who care feel suffocated and hopeless.

A bloodstained conspiracy quietly disappeared into the dust of history, as if nothing had happened, not even a trace of rumors about that night appeared in the dark blue. The legendary mage's disciples have never been assassinated, and the mage law enforcement team has never been dispatched to maintain law and order. The traces of magic burning in the depths of the alley went unnoticed, as if it were just another graffiti of the wanderer's boredom.

Of course, this conspiracy cannot really be without consequences, and the consequences are very strict, but the consequences are limited to a small number of relevant people. As for the always well-informed information dealers, they know very well what is news that can sell money, and what is a spell that urges life. For some things, if the big men of Deep Blue have not yet made a qualitative conclusion, then there is no zài, and naturally it will not be on their intelligence list.

From the night when the blood parrot lost news, Stevenson became extremely restless. Richard's schedule is as precise as an alchemy machine, and every detail of the trap is arranged to perfection, and if the fish does not bite the hook, then several spare plans will be activated immediately.

And at the beginning, it went very smoothly, and everything went according to the script, until at the scheduled time, the blood parrot sent back a signal that the target had entered the assassination area.

Then comes the proudest part of Sdiwenson's plan. The Blood Parrot had objected to the fact that the assassination plan they had obtained was very tight, making full use of the terrain, and completely eliminating the possibility of someone accidentally entering the area and interfering with the assassination, but it needed to be carried out by 7 people. The target is just a rookie mage who has just reached the third level, and they are all killers above level 10, and they can kill people even one-on-one. Even if you don't count the high cost of using too many people, it is a hassle for so many killers to sneak into the dark blue in a very short period of time without a trace. But in the end, the blood parrot side still accepted it, after all, it was the uncle who spent the money.

According to the style of the blood parrot's one-hit kill, with this assassination plan that was judged to be too tight, no matter how cautious and cautious you are, three minutes is enough.

Three minutes is just time to sip a glass of red wine. So Stevenson poured himself a shallow glass of aged hard ale and sat in front of the window, sipping a slow drink while admiring the ice floes in the evening. I have to admit that despite all the sins and bad names of the Polar Gray Dwarves, the wine they make is superb. And Stevenson is very patient and very confident now. No matter how cautious it is to deal with an opponent like Richard, it is impossible to be too cautious. The blood parrot is just a killer, where does he understand the truth that the lion fights the rabbit with all his strength.

A glass of ale quickly bottomed out, but the follow-up news did not come.

Stevenson frowned slightly, still sitting steadily, while Minnie Mouse poured him a second glass of wine. This time it was close to half a full cup.

The strength of the gray dwarf's strong ale is even higher than that of human brandy, and half a glass can already put down an ordinary person with an average amount of alcohol. So Stevenson didn't drink fast. The Blood Parrot is a cautious person, and she must be carefully cleaning up the scene without leaving a single trace. This is no small matter, and once the matter is revealed, even Stevenson can't figure out how to end it.

Is it by the family and the father? Obviously impossible. The legendary mage has proved with her actions that she is not afraid of the demon-breaking dark war, and the unexpected large monetary donation from the Duke of Solam afterwards shows the results of that legendary battle.

However, once you succeed and you don't get caught, the situation is completely different, and no one will question a genius with the talent of a constructor for the sake of a dead man. As for the Akmund family, the family will naturally deal with it and kill one of their rookies, and the family council should give him a big credit.

The blood parrot brought a total of 6 people. Killing a rookie mage, 6 people to deal with the aftermath, no matter how meticulous and careful, ten minutes is enough. Ten minutes is the time to savor half a glass of spirits.