These people have long been co-opted by Medel, so they came here to cooperate at this moment, and it was also to show the strength of Medel's side to attract more people to join.

After all, not every participant in the Cradle Operation can seize control of the world, and many people still have a clear understanding of their own strength.

Among the people sent out by each wizarding organization, there are actually only a few seeded players, and the others are all foils.

These people will naturally make the most of this opportunity and strive for more benefits for themselves.

Herag stayed on the sidelines, sipping red wine, not speaking, trying to reduce his presence.

In his opinion, it is useless to have more of these people.

In the face of absolute strength, numbers are meaningless.

After the dinner, two more people had a good conversation with Medel, and it seemed that they had joined Medel's side.

There was no movement or indication from Herag.

Medel didn't take the initiative to come to him, but just glanced at the figure of Herag leaving as he left.

……

After the dinner was over.

Herag returned to the Rose Inn in a carriage, smelling of alcohol, but not drunk.

At this time, there were no people walking around the street, and this area was not a commercial street, so it was rare to see people at night.

The coachman sat in the front of the car and yawned, and he was ready to go home and sleep after sending off the guests in the car, after a tiring day.

The carriage moved down the street, faster than usual, and the sound of tapping and tapping echoed all around.

The coachman, familiar with the environment, drove the carriage into an alley, from where it was quicker to reach the Rose Inn.

Herag, who had been meditating with his eyes closed, suddenly noticed something and opened his eyes.

A black-robed man with a thin sword in his hand suddenly appeared from the empty alley wall and leaped down, pointing the sword straight at the Hellage Celestial Spirit, who was sitting in the carriage.

The whole process was silent, not even a breeze blew.

The black-robed man didn't seem to exist at all, and he didn't move.

The rapier silently approached the roof of the carriage, and the process of piercing the wood was extremely smooth and unhindered.

The black-robed man's eyes were fixed on the thin sword, and his breathing was steady.

Just as the rapier passed through the roof of the carriage and was about to stab into Herag's head.

Herag opened his eyes, and his whole body expanded rapidly, and his body was covered with dark golden armor.

At the same time, the entire carriage was blown up by his skyrocketing size.

Herag stretched out his hand, two fingers between his toothpick-like acpier.

Compared to his current size, this sword was indeed like a toothpick for picking teeth.

The black-robed man twitched the thin sword hard without twitching, and felt that Herag's fingers were like iron tongs clamping the thin sword, and he couldn't pull it back at all.

He was about to let go and give up the rapier when Herag grabbed his head as soon as he reached out.

Herag's arm was now long enough for him to stand still and reach out to grab the black-robed man.

Herag's big hand directly wrapped the black-robed man's head entirely, and then he violently exerted force in his hand, pouring great force into it.

However, the imaginary picture did not come, the black-robed man turned into a cloud of black mist, and a black doll fell into the palm of Herag's hand.

Herag held the black doll in front of him and looked at it: "The casting material, it seems to be a doppelganger." ”

The black-robed man just now was just an assassination spell from a certain wizard, and it seemed to be a shadow spell.

If ordinary wizards were not highly vigilant, it was really possible to be successfully assassinated.

There was no movement in the whole spell, not even a single fluctuation in mana.

The black-robed man relied on shadow spells to hide his aura, and he couldn't detect it if he didn't specifically investigate it.

Herag was able to spot him because he spotted the black-robed man for the first time through the dark blue environmental detection.

The moment the black-robed man appeared, a sense of crisis surged in Herag's heart.

Then came the scene just now.

This black-robed man is actually just a spell, using this black puppet as a spell casting material.

It appears to be a pure assassination-type spell with little to no defense.

Herag immediately looked around and found no suspicious person.

The dark blue environment detection didn't see anyone who was more abnormal, which shows that there is a high probability that it is still a long-range spell.

"Who's going to assassinate me?"

Herag couldn't help but think about it.

Medel?

He never joined Medel's side, and it was possible to provoke Medel to attack him.

It's just not necessarily, it may be an Abyssal Cultist, or even a person in the eye of the storm.

Judging from the ambush location of the other party, he should have been monitoring himself.

Since he didn't perceive being watched, it means that the other party's methods should be very special.

Herag put the black doll away, it was a spellcasting material that had already been used, and it was useless.

But keeping it is also a clue, and it may be useful in the future.

Herag did not think about the question of who was going to assassinate him, and for a while he could not figure it out without tangible evidence.

He glanced at the frightened coachman next to him, who was cowering in the corner and did not dare to move.

The carriage had been completely destroyed, and the horses pulling it had been scared away, and they didn't know where they had gone.

Herag thought for a moment, took out a bag of gold coins from the space ring, about a few dozen, and threw it to the coachman.

"This is compensation for your carriage."

The coachman looked at the money bag in front of him, but did not dare to pick it up, and did not pick it up until Herag had gone far away.

He glanced in the direction the horse had just fled, and hurried after it.

The driver felt the heavy bag of gold coins in his arms, and the panic in his heart dissipated a lot.

He thought he was going to die, but he was so frightened by the sudden appearance of the dark gold armored giant that his legs were weak, and he couldn't run.

I watched the horses run away, and I couldn't stand up when I wanted to chase them.

As a result, he didn't expect that this giant was a guest in the car, and the gold coins given to him were enough to make up for the loss.

If you can get the horse back, then this trip is blood.

……

After returning to the Rose Hotel, Herag took out the black doll and looked at it, and checked that it was called an ash doll, which was a first-order spell casting material for shadow spells.

It was certainly impossible to deduce who was behind it from this thing alone, so Herag put it aside for the time being.

After this incident, Herag was ready not to go out for the next month.

You can let the waiter at the hotel do everything for you, run errands or something, and you don't have to go out by yourself.

The Rose Inn is still very safe here, after all, it is a place for wizards to live, and the witch array is indispensable.

Thanks to the 5,000 starting coins from the ultra-romantic realists, thank you for your support!

(End of chapter)