In a castle-like luxury building on the outskirts of Covetan, the Marquis of Crick was sitting quietly on a soft brown sofa, the morning sun shining through the huge and clear floor-to-ceiling windows on his resolute and handsome side face, his full forehead was deeply locked with two eyebrows as sharp as a sheathed sword, and a pair of bright eyes that seemed to be able to see everything under the eyebrows were slightly shining with sharp light, and his silent and deep face invisibly revealed a cold and cold aura, which made people have a chilling illusion.

"Is it someone from the military department?" Crick raised his eyes slightly, looking at the subordinate who was standing beside him at the moment and came to report.

"The villain is not so sure, but it should not be from the military department, it looks more like ......" The subordinate hesitated, not knowing how to express the information he had received, because in his opinion, everything he had seen a moment ago was so ridiculous that even he doubted the reliability of his eyes.

"What's more?" Crick raised his voice a little, but his voice was still softer, vaguely suppressing the anxiety and uneasiness in his heart.

"The people of the Holy Cult of Cessliya, with gilded crosses embroidered on the back of their robes, except that the villain has never seen a disciple in a black robe, and ...... And they look at it differently from those who are kind and kind...... "The servants intermittently recounted what they had seen with their own eyes."

"Black robe?Could it be that the Holy Sect sent a black-robed emissary!?" Crick's biggest worry finally happened, and this time it was the black-robed emissary who was found. Crick's face suddenly turned pale, and his slightly trembling eyes flashed with intense unease.

"Black-robed emissary?" As a pure Oslan, it was obviously the first time for the subordinate to hear the word "black-robed emissary", but from the strong uneasiness of the master, it was vaguely possible to guess their unusual identity, and what kind of characters could make the always calm and calm Marquis of Creek behave so gaffe...... The subordinate was shocked and couldn't help blurting out, "That's ...... Who is that?"

"It's not surprising that you don't know, it's better not to know, they're all demons who have returned from hell. Creek bounced up from the sofa, his uneasy and even fearful emotions a moment ago had been forced down by him, and now the Marquis of Crick regained his usual calm and composure, he casually adjusted his luxurious black dress, took off the black top hat hanging on the hanger beside him, and said in a solemn tone, "Gather all the city guards to gather at the city hall in the shortest possible time." ”

"Yes, Lord Marquis!"

"That's right......" Crick gently buttoned his black top hat on his head and called out to the subordinates who were about to leave, "I stopped by the tavern next to the city hall to inform Miss Su Anli, and said it was time to leave." ”

"Yes. The servant turned around and agreed, he looked at the master who had followed him for more than ten years, and suddenly a strange sense of distance arose, and a strange thought popped up in his mind, and he seemed to be not even sure that he had never really known his master for all these years, the man named Yusri Creek.

"Looks like they got the news in advance and ran away?" Haswal smashed the delicate carved glass window in the attic with a punch, and leaped down to land heavily in front of Barrow Just, deep folds piling up on the fleshy face under the hood. The thick palm of the hand casually rested on a two-meter-long table, the five fingers were deeply embedded in the table, and then the arm violently overturned the hundreds of kilograms of the table.

"Run away, run away, what's the fire, cat and mouse game, isn't it also fun?" the only female voice among the black-robed messengers sounded from the staircase in the corner of the casino, and slowly walked downstairs with gentle steps, and said in a tone as cold as a poisonous snake, "Only by slowly struggling to death in the fear of fleeing can they deeply understand the weight of the sin of blasphemy." ”

"Tut-tut, yes, yes, no one can escape the pursuit of our black-robed messengers. A cold light flashed in Kazdi's slender eyes hidden under the hood, and a strange sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth, "The show is just about to begin!"

"Search every corner of the city and leave no one behind. They're definitely still hiding in the city, finding Lena and her baby for me. Barrow Justter said coldly, "Kill all those who try to stop them!"

"Yes!" replied the black-robed men in unison.

"Nora!" Barrow Just, turning his head to look at the woman who was slowly approaching, raised an eyebrow, and said in a low voice, "I'm sorry for you......"

"Yes. The woman named Nora casually waved her hand in the air, and the water elemental in the entire casino instantly became agitated as if it had been activated, and the water droplets condensed into the size of peas jumped in front of everyone's eyes, as if falling raindrops were suspended in midair. Nora stood in the center of all the beating droplets, her slender and white arms dancing slowly, gracefully stepping on a light step, as if dancing in a sparkling diamond, with her graceful dance, all the restless droplets of water softened, they attracted each other, devoured each other, slowly condensed and grew bigger and bigger...... Eventually, sixteen bodies of water took on human form, as if a pair of invisible hands were rapidly carving these soft bodies of water in the air, and finally revealing a body of water with the same contour as Nora herself.

"Dancing Water, Phantom!"

Nora slowly raised her head and looked around at the sixteen crystal clear water bodies, a vague smile appeared under her delicate makeup, as if she was looking at her perfect work, "Scatter!"

All bodies of water condensed into human shapes made a gesture of preparation for starting, and then turned into streams of light that easily pierced through the walls of the casino or the carved glass and shot away into the distance.

"Okay, now that we've seen Nora's performance, it's time for us to get moving. Haswal stretched his muscles as he walked out, and every inch of his body seemed to make a creepy "click", "Hey, Kazdi, I won't be able to make dinner if I procrastinate any longer, I don't want to settle in this place." ”

"Tut-tut, it's as acute as ever, there's really no way. Kazidi twisted his slender neck and followed.

"Huh?" Before Kazdi and Haswal could walk out of the casino, Nora's voice was heard behind them.

"What's going on?" asked Barrow Just, looking at Nora who was stiff there, suspiciously, and Kazdi and Haswal turned back at the same time.

"Two ghosts were broken. Nora looked up at Barrow Just, her eyes full of confusion and shock.

"How is it possible? Your ghost has been broken, is there a master in this small city who can break your ghost?" Haswal was the first to roar, his rough voice filled with deep doubt, and the pleasure hidden in the depths of his voice was inadvertently revealed.

"Nora's Phantom also has at least C-level combat power, so the opponent ......" Kazdi's face also became a little solemn.

In order to better distinguish the combat strength of magicians, the Oslan Empire once divided magicians into five classes according to their own soul power value and control of the elements, from low to high E, D, C, B, A, the higher the level, the stronger the strength of the magician, and the number of magicians who can reach that level will also plummet accordingly, in short, the higher the level, the rarer the magician.

"I'm afraid it's not just C-class, the ghost was killed instantly, and I can barely tell the shape of that guy from the images it passed to me, let alone the specific appearance. Nora's voice was lowered, "The combat power is definitely above me. ”

"There's nothing surprising, it's the former deputy head of [The Slayer], the man in the group of Grim Reapers, who is truly qualified to be defined as a 'Grim Reaper'. Barrow Justson's pupils suddenly became cold, "Tell me his general location, and I'll deal with him!"

"Yes!" replied Nora, "about a kilometer or so north there is a flower bed and a statue, but he is moving too fast for me to be sure if he will stay there any longer......"

"I know, let's go, Nora you stay here, maybe they'll come back. Barrow Justter turned and disappeared in place, leaving only a cloud of dust that had spread out.

Inside a luxury hotel in the city of Covetan.

The boy stood in the shadows of the sun's rays, his black hair hanging naturally, his thick and slender eyelashes covering his clear eyes, which looked like two clear lakes, and the lakes reflected the bustling crowd on the streets of Covetan.

A black butterfly flew from a distance and quietly landed on the boy's shoulder, its outstretched wings imprinted with dense golden carvings, if you look closely, you will find that these intricate golden carvings will slowly rise and fall like breathing, looking mysterious and strange.

"Looks like those annoying guys have arrived in Covetan, right?" The girl calmly sat in front of the dresser made of rosewood, and gently rubbed the evenly smeared flesh-colored foundation on her soft and delicate face, the slightly immature face in the mirror gradually looked mature and charming under the background of the foundation, and her silver bell-like voice was exceptionally crisp and melodious, like a moving nature.

"Yes, it's the black-robed messenger who came. The boy turned his head slowly, gently grabbed the mysterious black butterfly and put it in the palm of his hand, caressing it gently and affectionately, as if it was not a butterfly but a peerless beauty in the city.

"Black-robed emissary?" The girl raised her eyebrows slightly, looked at the boy by the window, the early morning sun gradually climbed on his side face, the handsome face in the sun revealed an almost transparent texture, with a kind of blurry beauty, his expression was faint, without the slightest undulating waves, neither shocked nor surprised, as if everything had nothing to do with him, even his always cold and arrogant expression seemed to be hidden under that handsome face, the girl looked a little dazed, she quickly looked away, raised her hand to cover the corners of her mouth and smiled, without any flaws to hide her embarrassment just now, "Looks like they've gone up another level on the Holy Cult's wanted list?"

"Today, this little harbour city will no longer be peaceful. The young man slowly lowered his head, looking at the quiet black butterfly in his hand, his lowered eyes were low, as if he was a little regretful, and there was a trace of sadness in his blue pupils.

"The captain intends to ...... What to do?" the girl put down the powder in her hand, got up and walked towards the young man by the windowsill, and said faintly, "Take advantage of the chaos to take that person away?"

"Don't worry, the sea is the most beautiful in the morning. The boy pondered for a while and looked up at the sea outside the window, and under the fiery red sun, the vast sea shone with golden light, like a raging fire burning between heaven and earth on the vast sea level.

The young man's gaze into the distance also became sharp, like an eagle vulture suddenly opening its eyes.