Siegel and Evan returned to the camp, and naturally they were bandaged and treated by a physician. And in the basement of a manor, thousands of miles away, in a small, tightly sealed room, a half-elf woman covered in bandages was waking up from a coma.

Beside her stood another woman.

"You should have learned your lesson this time. The woman standing had a kind smile on her face, but the scarred man never thought so. She struggled to sit up, but was slapped in the face, and the sudden force caused her to fall back onto the stone bed with a "thud".

"You don't have much time, weak eighty-one. The woman who was standing rubbed her palm, and the slap just now shook her old wound, so she should continue to be punished for this. She raised her hand and struck Eighty-One hard in the abdomen, but with the force she could, she wouldn't let her vomit and save herself from cleaning - if that were the case, she would continue to punish Eighty-One until she was satisfied again.

"You've got something to eat tonight, because you're going to continue training tomorrow, how can I keep you hungry?" she pinched Eighty-One's cheek, causing the wound under the bandage to burst back open, red to white. "Your eyes are satisfying, and this crystal tear delights me. Therefore, I will not pour your food on the ground. She squeezed heavily on Eighty-One's chest and left the room.

Janet put away her tears, supported herself on her elbows, and slowly got up. All she remembered was lying in the Elven Forest, preparing for the reincarnation ritual. The ritual went on for a long time, and her soul fell into a strange place. In that illusory space. Half of the world is a quiet and serene forest. Half of heaven and earth are hells ruled by lava and brimstone.

There is no outlet for that world. There were no other creatures, only her own lonely wandering. Sometimes the world is not half and half, and it is possible to have more forests or more hells. Janet stayed on this side of the forest as much as she could.

It is difficult to calculate the passage of time in the world of souls, so I don't know how long it took, and the whole heaven and earth suddenly began to tremble. She watched the canopy of heaven shatter into pieces, and she saw the ground crack beneath her feet and plunge into the endless void. In order to survive, she constantly runs and dodges in the shattered land. Sometimes they step on the scorching red clay of hell. Eventually, when the small world was completely destroyed, a bright light shrouded her and brought her out of danger.

Then Janet woke up, covered in wounds in this strange place full of strangers. She knew something must have happened, so she closed her mouth tightly, looking more, hearing more, talking less, and moving less.

The new body made her very uncomfortable, but finally there was no more interference from the devil's blood. At the same time, she also lost the ability of the Demon Descendant to transform, and she also lost her dark vision. But fortunately, I was trained as a spy in the past. There is no panic in this environment. She quickly disguised her injuries and hid herself from the crowd. Observe and learn as soon as possible.

She finds herself in a secret temple of the god of murder, and she needs to undergo restorative training while she is being treated. She didn't know why she had come back, but she knew her only goal: to get out of here, to return to Myr, to her husband and children.

She adapted quickly, picking up skills she hadn't used in a long time and combining them with her new body. But she never shows it easily, except in times of life and death. Her body is a killer who was once ranked seventeenth, and after being injured, she is now left with the low-key ranking of "eighty-one". As long as you don't fall outside the hundred, there is no risk of being "eliminated" for the time being. She was a spy codenamed Kitten, trained in spying and disguise, but was equally well aware of what it meant to be "eliminated" in the Assassin Order.

She had heard that there was a mission that would involve Assassins Seventy-Five through Seventy-Nine. It was a great opportunity to get out of the dark basement. She sat up and adjusted the tightness of the bandage so that she looked non-threatening and didn't interfere with her movement. A cane is a good camouflage, especially with sharp, thin steel spikes hidden inside. Her other hand is holding the rice bowl, and if she sticks the porridge inside her face, it can also be used as a good trick.

She limped down the hallway, pretending to be recovered when someone approached. Such behavior is rewarded with a few sneers, with all the benefits of contempt, underestimation, and letting your guard down. Her ability to disguise is much higher than the killers around her, which is the most advantageous situation for her.

It's a pity that I couldn't find that sadist, otherwise today would be perfect. Janet struck twice, moving her rank up three places and collecting a magic dagger, a bottle of powder without a trace, and three smoke grenades. She scooped the porridge with a wooden spoon and ate the food for three. As for the new wounds on the body?

She looked and there were no signs of poisoning. Anyway, I'm going to go to the doctor here to change the bandage in a while, and let her continue the treatment when the time comes.

But things didn't go as expected, and his ranking did not rise to seventy-eighth because of his actions, but directly to seventy-one. It is said that there were seven people in front of them who carried out the mission, and as a result, the whole army was wiped out, and there was also a master ranked eleventh. So there was no chance for her to go out this time, and Janet could only continue to train here with the name of Seventy-One.

She had just the right amount of disappointment on her face, making those around her think she was an ambitious assassin. Janet is careful to strike a balance between "sharp" and "unobtrusive". It was only when she was alone that Janet shed tears.

Isaac...... Siegel...... Janet silently repeated the two names in her mind, except that Isaac would appear a little more. Despite the change of body, the connection between her and the child is one of the soul, and it is something that no magic can cut through.

The steel door creaked, and the sadistic voice that Janet hated was heard again. What time is she?, Janet thought for a moment, and quickly wiped away her tears. She had already touched the cold surface of the magic dagger, and she didn't want to deal with this guy anymore, whether she could be promoted or not.

Pity. More footsteps could be heard outside the hallway. It is possible for things to get out of your hand. Janet hid the dagger. He took a few steps back, huddled in the corner, and looked at his abuser with frightened but stubborn eyes. By the way, she was originally seventy-five, and she was able to go out to "let off steam", but now she has become sixty-seven, or sixty-eight? It's the tyranny of the heart.

According to the teachings of the God of Murder, violence that exists only for the sake of emotions is useless, and Sixty-Seven will be eliminated sooner or later.

Patience, she still learned something.

Janet put away her tears, and the hole in the lake of tears was sealed. After discussing with Siegel, Dio agreed to conceal the actions of the Assassin of the God of Murder, and only secretly took precautions. "Don't make people panic, that will only increase the power of the god of murder. Siegel said, "Believers contribute to devout faith, but fear is more likely to sink hearts." ”

For now, the safest place is still the city of Myr. There is a heavy magic array protection there, and it is basically all novel techniques. Meaning there is no ready-made experience to take advantage of. Even if it takes a long time for a mage like Wendy who is familiar with the magic shield to crack it, the assassins of the God of Murder want to enter quietly, and I am afraid that it is not something that can be done in a short time.

The tournament is over, the engagement ceremony is complete, and the official wedding is to be held at the starting outpost. Before leaving, Siegel introduced Dio to meet with Fezak and arranged everything for Moore and Nata.

Nata wore a pure white woolen coat embroidered with a shield and a crossed sword insignia, her husband's family crest. She lowered her eyelids, behaved and quiet, and one of her hands was still tightly clenched by Mohr—a rarity.

His brother and sister covered their mouths and snickered, and if it had been before, Nata would have rushed up and beaten them one by one. But today she restrained herself, for she found that if she left, she was afraid that Moll would not be able to support herself.

Outwardly, Moore is still a handsome and dashing young man. He wore no armor, but a new, delicate brown leather coat, with the collar and cuffs revealing the white shirt underneath. The gray breeches were sealed with gold and red threads on the sides, and the copper buttons were polished. However, Moore's heart was not as calm as it seemed on the surface, and when he saw the Earl of Haim and the chief of the Bull Rhino tribe hugging each other tightly, as if they were brothers, how could he not know what was happening?

No wonder Lord Siegel didn't watch a single game, it turned out that he had already arranged everything, is this the skill of the mage lord? When did he establish contact with the tribal chieftain on this side of the city wall? He felt a wave of vertigo, only to feel that the gap between himself and the lord was increasing.

Nata clenched his hand, a gentle touch coming from her fingertips. Moore glanced at his wife before slowly relaxing. Anyway, his relationship with Nata has finally come to fruition, and the biggest goal of going deep into the grassland this time has been achieved.

"If it weren't for the annoying man in black, I would have let you stay for a few more days. Dio raised his glass and blessed Fezak for his health and longevity. Daddy One-Eyed's ash glass was filled with sweet wine with honey, cinnamon, and cloves, as well as some strange powder that Siegel had brought over.

"It's something for little kids. Fezak commented. However, for the sake of his health, these herbs are still very necessary.

Siegel raised his glass together, his cup filled with a calming potion that looked and smelled like a spirit. Although it was bland and tasteless to drink, it was much better than Evan frowning and "drinking" the antidote.

Yariel had poison on their weapons, and if it weren't for the shaman of the god of the wilderness, who was familiar with the toxins of nature, he would have been overlooked. Siegel used his ability to transform into a skeleton to eliminate the toxin, but Evan was not so convenient and could only drink various bitter and astringent potions.

"I wish the newlyweds a healthy and lively boy as soon as possible. Siegel raised his glass. There were cheers on the table, and Fezak drank the sweet wine, happy as a child. Dio slapped the table vigorously and kept urging the servant: "Pour it quickly, pour it for me!"

Only Evan took a small sip of the strange foaming bitter water, and his face twitched. After drinking what is in front of you, no matter what you eat, it smells strange, like chewing a shriveled candle. Fortunately, the toxins in the body are basically cleared, and when I return to the starting outpost, I don't need to drink this bitter medicine anymore.

By the way, the starting outpost will be renamed the starting point castle to expand the size of the fortification, and then expand to the size of 2,000 people. A real town will be built on the west side of the walled mountains.

This is the first time in history. (To be continued.) )