Before leaving, Marco Tasker did not go to the Tasker's ancestral house to wait for Edward as he said before, but went directly to the northernmost gate of Turin, not only that, but this guy even got a horse, which greatly sped up the speed of the group, and also allowed a silver-haired wizard to avoid the tragic situation of being tied to the horse's tail and galloping.

Of course, the best choice is actually to wait for the Knights of the Sacred Tree to come out of the pursuit team, and then set off together is a safe choice - but Edward is not going to wait, not only is time waiting for no one, this battle is directly related to what kind of position he is about to gain in the Knights, and it is necessary to obtain an absolute victory and crucial combat achievements to ensure this.

Of course, the identities of Angela and Marco are also questionable - the letter was addressed directly to Grand Master Mercer Kane, and Gaio Wallens would have seen it if he had done so, in other words, the Knights of the Sacred Tree who led the team was most likely this one. Edward thought that he didn't have much face to say in front of this "coffin face", which would make him turn a blind eye to these two people as air.

After a short rest, the three men on two horses who had been galloping along the Turin Avenue finally arrived in the evening evening at Pipe Town, a town crossed by the Turin Avenue.

Like most towns near Turin, Pipe Town has no walls, only a thin brick wall to the west of the city to defend against bandits. To the south of the city, facing the city of Turin, there is only a solitary carved arch that welcomes the arrival of His Majesty the King.

"We can't enter through the main gate - that proprietress Kayla knows me, and I guess the guys know you too, and if you enter through the south gate, you'll run into the main force of the Brotherhood!" Edward stopped tugging on the reins of his horse, turning his head to the silver-haired wizard who was already being tossed apart, "I'm sure Mr. Marco Tasker knows how to go, right?"

"Of course, the warehouse is near the South Gate, but don't forget - this is Pipe Town, but there are no walls like Turin, we just have to go around the woods, and at most we will run into a few brick walls and houses, and I don't think you will be stopped by these old antiques. ”

"And you know where to go to be the closest and not yet discovered. ”

"Oh...... The Radiant Cross is on it, you know me!" Marco Tasker said, shrugging his shoulders. The group left straight off the Turin Boulevard and into the nearby woods.

It was indeed a pleasure to have a guy who knew everything about the surroundings, and not only did the group cleverly avoid the eyeliner set up by the Brotherhood near Pipe Town, but even the local garrison patrols failed to spot them, and unhurriedly reached the outside of a brick wall behind the warehouse before nightfall.

So this Marco Tasker is definitely not some kind of wizard who has been blackmailed and coerced, and this guy's status in the Blood Banner Brotherhood is definitely not low - Edward, who has rolled off his horse, carries Angela from the saddle and dismounts, his black eyes glancing at the silver-haired wizard's every move. Angela, on the other hand, was more direct - her dark green eyes were always staring at him viciously, as if they would "eat" him in the next second.

Tethering the horses, Edward leaned against the wall and crossed his shoulders to look at Marco who was taking out a bunch of tools: "Then I think I can assign a task - I'll be in charge of going in and killing all the Brotherhood members who are in charge of guarding here, and Marco and Angela will prepare a fireworks here to make a lot of fun and set this big warehouse on fire." ”

"Angela can kill too. The little girl tugged at the corner of Edward's coat tightly, and her dark green eyes widened: "Angela can help you kill many, many people." ”

"Hmm...... And will you rub the fireball?"

"What's a fireball?" Angela blinked, her fleshy right hand pointing at the silver-haired wizard, "Angela can turn this big liar into a ghoul, is that okay?"

"Ghouls who can vomit thick acid, and have fangs and claws~. There was some kind of pleasant metaphor in the girl's voice: "Good obedient and obedient, never lied again, and is very good - Angela knows a way to make ghouls grow four arms!"

Marco looked at Edward with a look of shock and despair, and his whole body was paralyzed. It seems that the patient who has been informed that he is completely hopeless, and that he has donated his body - at least Edward is very happy to see it.

"It's tempting, but it's not going to work right now. Edward shook his index finger, "The great liar's ability to speak is much more useful to me—obviously if he becomes a tool, he will definitely not be as good as our Angela, and then he will be of no use." ”

The girl nodded, she had no doubt about this - she was Edward's tool, how could she have a better tool than herself, wouldn't Angela be useless in that case, absolutely not!

"Shouldn't I be grateful to you for not turning me into a damn ghoul!" Marco, who heard the conversation between the two men, was so sad and indignant that he threw his tools on the ground in anger: "Is this the reward for me getting on your thief ship and then obediently obeying me?!"

"Oh...... Of course not, it should be our common thief ship, and as for the reward, don't you think it's too early to talk about it?" replied Edward with a pointful smile, "Of course—if you think it would be more rewarding for your 'selfless dedication', I have no objection to stopping Angela from turning you into a ghoul." ”

After a little arrangement, Edward put on his saber and brought a light crossbow with him - this thing seemed to be very popular in Turin, it was light and had good lethality, the crossbow arm was made into a zigzag shape, and it could easily fit in the buckle around his waist, which he had picked up that night from the Brotherhood of Blood Banner, whom Marco had killed.

However, if it can be attached to the wrist, it seems that it is more convenient to carry and more concealed - although it may be more cumbersome to use, and power can be an issue. While thinking thoughtlessly, the black-haired young man climbed over the brick wall more than one person high and entered Pipe Town silently.

"Alas......" With a long sigh, Marco picked up the tool he had just thrown away from the ground and began to get busy. Angela, who had been "left behind", was bored with her toes toeing back and forth on the ground to pass the time, her dark green eyes full of viciousness and not leaving a silver-haired wizard for a moment.

"What are you doing there? big liar, it looks like something very complicated. ”

"As you can see, I'm concocting an incendiary, a black liquid that burns quickly and ignites at a fraction of a moment - a small vial can turn an idiot into a humanoid torch. Marco Tasker was still a little proud when he said this, he was still a wizard after all: "In the wizards' guild in Turin, my incendiary is unique!"

"............" The girl pointed her index finger to her chin and shook her head incomprehensibly, obviously she had never heard of such a thing. Angela crouched down, grabbed a mouse escaping from her feet, and broke off the mouse's limbs without saying a word, and her white fingers drew a strange circular pattern on the ground, and the rat that was screaming as hard as she could put on it.

The blood in the screaming rat's body began to boil with Angela's spell, and the painless little hand pressed lightly on the rat. In the end, the little mouse that was completely "steamed dry" actually burned up, and the rolled tongue of fire kept spitting out until it was completely extinguished after a while.

"............" Marco and Angela looked at each other, then looked at the incendiary in their hands, and threw them into the grass like garbage with expressionless faces.

"I hate the wizards of Dominic, I really hate them!"

....................................Bang-bang-......" The dull thud of "bang-bang-bang" kept coming from behind the door, and the screams had long since stopped, but the almost terrible wriggling and grinding of teeth could still be heard, and the crash of things falling or collapsing never stopped.

It was as if some creature was slowly growing behind that door, and all the brothers of the Blood Banner Brotherhood were silently watching the terrible door, and they couldn't even imagine what was behind it.

"Something seems to be leaking out of it. A young-looking member of the Brotherhood pointed to the yellow-brown liquid slowly oozing from under the door, and a middle-aged man next to him quickly reached out to stop him: "Don't look at those things, little cub come back soon!"

But it was too late, and the "little cub" in his mouth jumped down from the beam of the house, walked over very vigilantly, and looked at the pool of liquid on the ground that seemed to have its own life with curious eyes.

It's a strange delusion – how can water have a life of its own?

Just as he shook his head, and was about to turn away, the liquid rolled up from the ground as if suddenly attracted by something, and swooped up like a wave, and burrowed into the startled open mouth!

"Remy!" the middle-aged man who had just shouted to him jumped down from the beams of the room, reaching out to pull the "little cub" back - but it was a little late, and the tawny liquid had poured into his body without a drop.

"Remy, Remy, how is it, can you still speak?!" the middle-aged man grabbed Remy's shoulder, and the "little cub" was swayed back and forth by him as if he had passed out, and then slowly woke up and opened his eyes—eyes that kept dripping yellow-brown pus.

Creeps!