There are two inferences derived from this.

First, the place to be attacked should not be in Illyria, at least not in the inner city...... Although the Imperial Capital no longer has the Celestial Thunder Tower with the greatest protective significance, the accumulation of thousands of years is not the same as idleness, and it is not something that some knights can do whatever they want with a few magic items and scrolls.

Second, the purpose of the attack should not be to kill people, or not to kill a specific person...... Otherwise, there is no need for so many manpower, and the effect of buying off the killer is definitely much better.

There is so little information available at the moment, so Edward can't come up with anything other than these two inferences, which are not necessarily accurate. Moreover, it didn't seem to have much to do with him, but he was inexplicably interested in this matter - although there wasn't much to interest him here, a vague premonition that the psychic ability felt made him wait like this.

This kind of mental premonition is more accurate than some plans, and the purpose of Edward's trip is a little uncertain, to disrupt the overall situation from some unrelated things and take advantage of the chaos, which is Edward's preferred way of doing things.

The waiting process is actually a bit boring, most of the knights are training - the inference is quickly verified, there will be a slight explosion in the underground space from time to time, or other peculiar sounds will shake the ground, the fluctuation of magic is disordered but not too violent, presumably the magic that can be stimulated is not very powerful, but if it is just training, it is enough.

The power that can be determined is around the second ring, and it must not be very difficult to drive the spell of the third ring. Even if each person takes a few scrolls. Theoretically, these people can also exert a higher combat power than a simple knight and mage, but this kind of hasty training must not have much cooperation to speak of. How much it can play in actual combat remains to be tested.

And. It doesn't seem like their plans are going very well.

Until the evening of the next day, there were only about forty or fifty people who had gathered one after another in carriages or on foot, and a few of the older knights, though they did not talk about it, were evident from their increasingly frowning brows, a rather unsatisfactory number. Moreover, most of these latecomers are not as good as the dozen or so people who originally gathered here - Edward did not specifically screen them, but the strength of his spiritual power was as clear to him as a label attached to everyone, and that kind of fragile defense even the spiritual tentacles of his current clone could still be pierced with a poke.

They still don't know much. It's just that the vague concept of going somewhere is getting clearer, but the purpose is divided into two categories: 'saving people' and 'attacking'. But no matter what kind of class, they all have a lot of confidence, because they are all 'secretly' sent here by their respective superiors.

It seems that the person who organized the action still seems to be a guy with a lot of background?

Time passed slowly, and in the blink of an eye, the moon had risen to midheaven.

On a late summer night, there was no wind and a thin layer of clouds spread across the sky. The light of the crescent moon dimly shrouded through the small window of the farmhouse, shrouding a qiē in a subtle silver.

One of the knights, who was in the same room as Edward, moved, staggering to his feet.

He muttered like a night man and slowly got out of bed. There was no drowsiness in his eyes, and he carefully observed the two sleeping people until he was sure that they were breathing steadily. He left the room without a sound...... Wrap two straw ropes around your boots and tie them up. Silently and carefully, he avoided the dark whistle in the farmstead, and quickly turned behind a small hill on the outside of the farmstead. Then I found a small sapphire there. Stroked twice.

A moment later, four vague figures emerged from the shrubs on the other side.

They wore gray-blue cloaks, indistinguishable like shadows in the slightly gloomy night, and only when they left the shelter did the hazy moonlight outline their different figures, tall and short, fat and thin, but their movements were as light, swift, and silent.

"You ...... Only four people?"

"Why, isn't four enough?" the knight's lowered voice was filled with some unpleasant doubts, and one of the cloaked men replied unpleasantly. In the shadow of the hood, the cold gaze made the knight's voice stagnate, and a kind of chill on his back made him feel as if he was being targeted by a poisonous snake.

"Tell me about it. Another man spoke. It was a hoarse and shrill voice, like rubbing against two rusty iron bars, but he was clearly the leader of the men, for as soon as he spoke, everyone fell silent.

"This place is very large, there are six secret sentinels, and a lot of people have been gathered in the past few days, and important people are in the tunnels that have been excavated. The young knight froze, and whispered, "There are at least three exits, I don't know where they lead, but by this time they should have fallen asleep." There isn't much danger to the average guys, but the leaders, I can be sure they have at least a fireball wand and hundreds of scrolls. Most of them are fireball spells, but there are also scrolls of lightning and ice spells. The ones in the farm are not difficult to solve, as long as the dark post is abolished, they may not wake up if someone enters, but the passage to the underground is ...... Across from a stronger female knight's room, there was a magic alarm, and that person was not ordinary. ”

The young knight spoke briefly, hesitated here:

"She's got a weapon with a return spell, maybe even with magic like defeating the enemy's plane, and she misses every shot. In addition, there may be a few rings and bracelets, each with different buff spells attached, and in the past two days, my teacher has taught many knights how to use magic items, especially the ones underground, and they keep most of the scrolls, in that narrow place, maybe what kind of effect it will cause, about twenty people......"

"There are only four of us, and there are more than twenty of them, so what? Are you scared?"

The person who spoke first sneered, and the young knight was stunned again by the sinister voice, and raised his voice angrily: "Of course I am...... Well. I just think we should be more cautious. These knights are not to be worried, but my teacher is Baroness Tahiti. If they are alarmed, things can get a little troublesome. ”

"Boy, warn you, don't tell us what to do...... You don't deserve it. ”

The knight slammed his spirit, because the tall and thin man who was talking in front of him had disappeared for some time, only the gloomy voice came from his ears, and the cold breath blew at the roots of his ears, as if it could penetrate the bone marrow: "But it's just a guy who can use magic weapons, do you really think magic weapons can be regarded as a great thing?"

"I ...... No. It's her identity that's a bit troublesome. ”

That kind of indifferent aura is not like a living person has, the knight swallowed a mouthful of saliva, stiffened, did not dare to move, but hurriedly pleaded: "She is the illegitimate daughter of the Duke, and she is especially favored, so I don't know how many magic weapons she will have by her side, and if something happens to her, the Duke will probably not give up." ”

"It's just an illegitimate daughter. A duke would not make a big deal about such a thing. The tall man sneered.

"But ......"

"You think. We would be afraid of the illegitimate daughter of a duke?"

"This ...... Be...... No, it's not, I'm ......"

The young knight was almost about to cry - indeed, the Duke would not be in conflict with the people in front of him because of this. He didn't know, but if these bigwigs suffered a loss, they would definitely have to make a batch of scapegoats to vent their anger later. And he, the whistleblower who led the way, was naturally the first to bear the brunt of the blame - he did these things in order to get promoted and make a fortune, but because of this, he offended the words of a duke. Who cares about him, an informant who has lost his usefulness? Maybe he hasn't even covered up the bounty yet. It's already dead in vain!

"Okay, okay, you guys, don't bully this promising little guy, we need him to show us the way. The man with a hoarse voice said in a deep voice: "We know, we will give priority to these two people, the illegitimate daughter of the duke, if it goes well, we will keep it for you, but your teacher will not work, no opinion, right?"

"Yes...... Yes. ”

The young knight's pale face soon turned bloody with excitement - he had not coveted that baroness for a day or two, but among the two who could approach her, he was relatively old and not handsome enough, obviously not comparable to another person in his classmate, not to mention that even that person may not have any chance, a duke's daughter, even if it is only an illegitimate daughter, is often a very important political bargaining chip, which is not something that a young knight like him can hope for.

But now the situation is completely different.

As an informant, whether this Baroness is a member of this group of 'traitors' has become something he can control a little, and it is not okay to use this as a bargaining chip to get some favors from the Duke.

No, that's not practical...... It is more appropriate to be human, after all, the character of the Baroness is impossible to tolerate such a betrayal of her own...... However, as long as they can get a sufficient reward, it should not be a problem to want a good woman, right?, and they must not be too stingy to foil a conspiracy against those big men, and those big men who are in charge of the imperial chess game, even if it is just a little bit of scrap flowing from between his fingers, is enough for his life as an unruly little knight.

"Respected teacher, close comrade-in-arms, admired woman...... Tsk, is it true that feelings can never compare to the rewards that can be obtained?"

The tone of mockery is like a steel fork, turning the deepest darkness in the heart into the sun, exposing it to the sun, and steaming it dry...... The young knight's face turned blue in an instant, but his throat rolled, but he didn't dare to make a sound.

He knew that the people in front of him had special identities, and if he really offended them, he would also be at risk of his life - it was not impossible to 'hand' give him a knife after killing everyone, as long as he said lightly 'fellow rebels', no one would investigate the reason for their killing, not to mention that this could also reduce a guy who shared the credit for them, they would definitely not refuse.

But he soon realized that something was wrong.

The low, mocking voice was familiar, but it wasn't from anyone in front of him!

"You ......"

He jerked his head. Noticing the figure approaching leisurely in the moonlight, Edward paced slowly, his gaze up. It was as if all attention was on the mid-heavenly crescent moon on the horizon, until it approached ten feet. Only then did he finally drop his gaze, and the smile on his face made the knight grit his teeth.

I was tracked!

However, he then relaxed a little more—the side of the farm was still immersed in a sleepy silence, with no noise or light...... In other words, although the guy in front of him found his whereabouts, he did not spread it. And just follow himself, although he sees things that he shouldn't see, but as long as he kills him before he alarms others, then it doesn't have any effect!

Killing a person quietly may not be your forte, but these people standing behind you must be extremely good at it.

Just turned his body, apparently so that he didn't notice the appearance of the four 'cloak guests'.

The four of them bent down in unison, slowly retreating at the gentlest speed - they weren't stupid. A knight with only brute strength doesn't think about anything when his blood rushes, let alone look closely—the farm is surrounded by an empty wilderness. And for the seasoned killer, the hazy night is not a problem, and a pair of eyes with dark night vision is the basis of the killer...... Each of them doesn't just see in the dark. If necessary, you can even take a few hourglasses without blinking. But even so, none of them seemed to notice. How exactly did this speaker come into their sight!

The four of them moved their eyes slightly, and in an instant, they had already exchanged several meanings, but the reaction of their companions made each of them even more frightened, because it was clear that all of them were equally unaware of the arrival of that person.

What kind of person can hide the perception of the four sophisticated killers?

"Friend, we're in the hounds' business. "The hoarse 'Cloaker' spoke slowly, his gaze swept over the neck, chest, abdomen, and backs of his hands in the shadow of his hood—these are the points that the wanderer usually uses to mark his identity, whether it is a tattoo or a badge, according to the general rule, there must always be a special marking.

But the person in front of him seemed to have nothing, and his casual posture even seemed to have nothing to do with the 'wanderer'.

However, the gaze under the hood has become extremely sharp in an instant, not a single muscle in his body dares to relax in the slightest, and there is silence around him, but he seems to hear his heart beating rapidly 'bang' and 'bang'.

As a passer-by in the shadows, he has his own special evaluation criteria for many things - especially for people, this kind of 'prey' that he is bound to hunt may also become the existence of a 'predator' at any time.

What "spirit", "concentration" or "bloody and terrible murderous aura" are actually nonsense. Wisdom or stupidity, silence or excitement, or the number of people killed, is not the essence of determining whether a person is a hunter or a prey;

Not even how much power they wield—spellcasters who claim to be superior are not much harder to kill than a farmer, and their vaunted powers can react even more stupidly if something goes wrong.

But this person in front of him is terrible,

Even though he didn't have a blade in his hand and no weapon on his body, the killer's instinct told him in an instant that even with his fingers, this guy could pinch him to death as easily as crushing an ant.

"Hounds...... It's really nostalgic. Edward curled the corners of his mouth slightly.

'Hound Dog' is an abbreviation for mercenaries, used to describe so-called spy killers hired by nobles, etc., just as 'cave bear' is used to describe explorers, and 'ditch rat' is used to refer to intelligence dealers...... But since leaving Poplar Town, Edward hadn't heard that in a long time.

"Well, since you're 'hounds', I guess no one will know what you've been entrusted with. He said, "I want to know, though." ”

The general rules of the hunting dog are naturally entrusted by people to be loyal to people, and if they fail, then it is a life, unless they are captured alive and tortured, and they cannot commit suicide, so they may be able to confide in. And since this person said so, he naturally had full confidence that he could defeat the four people in front of him and then capture them alive and torture them.

Isn't that ridiculous?

The four killers obviously couldn't laugh.

In an instant, they had already begun to move separately, surrounding the rampant guy who dared to fight one-on-four from four directions. They have obviously been working together for a long time, and they work together quite seamlessly.

The hoarse leader was naturally the first to attack, and he raised his hand and threw out a handful of fine veil, but in the moonlight, the sand still shimmered with a turquoise sheen, and a pungent smell rushed to the end of his nose, and the green that spread out almost blocked all the way, and with the help of this cover, a short fellow had already drawn a knife from the sleeve of his robe.

The knife was extremely long, at least six feet long, but he pulled such a long knife out of his sleeve with just one swing, and swept through the sky with a single sword! (To be continued......