Chapter 223: Surveillance and Tracking (Part II)

Kylelius believed that in Banky, there should not be a high-ranking magician who would waste a four-or five-ring magic position on such a trivial matter. And if such a magician existed, Kylelius would not be unaware.

After all, when a stranger enters the warning circle of the 'WAN Link', Kyrlius will be the first to be alerted. In the past six months, the inhabitants of this area have been successfully identified by the 'wide area link' of the Kellius

It is obviously inappropriate to hand over such a thing as a red-robed soldier to Bellamy, a fifth-level warrior, and it is very likely that he will be discovered in the process of tracking. So the rest of the thing, Kyrlius had to do it alone.

Usually at least two blocks away, Kylelius cautiously followed behind Clenon, and after about ten minutes of travel, Clenon entered an unremarkable, but by no means bad, apartment.

'Is this your home?' It looks unobtrusive and unobtrusive, and it fits your identity...... The identity of the spy. Kellius thought to himself with a sarcastic smile, and slowly approached the humble apartment.

Kylelius wandered around the apartment for a while, finally finding a place that was extremely difficult to spot, and at the same time he could observe the apartment Clenon through the window. Hiding in a dark corner, Kylelius blended into the dimming sunlight, and his senses were so powerful that he could clearly hear the sounds coming from inside the apartment, even on the periphery of the apartment.

The 'WAN Link' let Kylelius know that Clenon was not the only one in the apartment at this time, but also the one that was marked by the WAN Link. Some familiar people.

"Today, I don't know where a guy came from was messing around in front of my store, so I couldn't close the door in advance like before, and I used a 'high phantom' to come out without being noticed, wasting one of my precious three-ring magic slots. Clenon grumbled as soon as he entered.

Apparently he knew that there was someone else here who was not his surprise, otherwise he wouldn't have spoken like he was talking to someone. And judging by the tone of his voice, the other person in the room was still an acquaintance of his.

Soon, Kylelius knew who the other person in the room was that made him feel a little familiar.

As Clenon's words fell, a fiery female figure slowly stepped out of a shadowy corner of the room. Her long blonde hair spilled over her rounded shoulders, and she wore a tight-fitting stalker leather armor that framed her hot body in black tights.

But such a woman who can stir up fire in the hearts of most members of the opposite sex. Clenon, however, consciously looked away from her. Deliberately ignoring the beautiful body. As if this woman was some kind of curse, kept his distance from her.

Clenon's expression was not only detached, but also fearful. That's right, a magician who has the honor of wearing a red robe. When facing a fiery woman. will show a look of fear.

And what scared Clenon. It wasn't the woman's fiery body, but an ordinary-looking mask on her face, a blood-red mask that looked like it was soaked in blood.

This woman was the same Red Mask that the 'Masquerade' had sent when he first assassinated Kyrlius. Lucy Pell from the code name 'Red Rose'.

Although Lucy did not complete the assassination mission of Kylelius last time, as Cullor said, the 'masquerade) itself did not expect Lucy to succeed. Therefore, Lucy, who failed the mission, was not punished as much as other colleagues who failed the mission, and continued to carry out the mission here.

Her new task from half a year ago to the present is to be in charge of the liaison and communication between the Shadow Church and the Red Robes. And this Clenon is the chief officer of the local red-robed intelligence station, and the only official red-robed here.

It is very dangerous for almost any magician to encounter a stalker of a similar level to himself in a tiny room. Stalkers who are proficient in melee have dozens of ways to kill magicians who are weak in melee after getting close to them.

This is also the reason why Clenon has been keeping his distance from Lucy since he entered the room, and he is fully guarded. Not every magician is an undead monster like Kyleus, and even Kyleus, who has the body of this monster, is very troubled when facing a stalker of the same level after close quarters.

Lucy ignored Clenon's distancing and guardedness, she had become accustomed to the cautious mentality of the red robes or magicians in the six months she had been in contact with the red robe, and every time the two met like this, Lucy was used to it.

Lucy ignored Clenon's complaint just now, gently opened the small mouth under the red mask and said, "It didn't arouse the suspicion of others, did it?" Although the cold tone did not have any emotion, it still made people feel uncomfortable.

"How long do you think I've been in this business, I've left a 'High Phantom' in the shop, and although it's just a phantom that can speak with warmth, it's still enough to blindfold those people in the tavern. He said angrily in a low, deliberately muffled voice.

Clenon was furious when he heard this, and being denied in what he was good at, which is something to be angry at for anyone to do.

"For the sake of our common cause, I think it's better to be cautious at this critical time. Lucy ignored the anger that sparked on her face, and still retorted Clennon's confident speech in a cold tone.

After the horrific failed assassination of Kyleus, she is now more cautious. She was so cautious that the 'masquerade' didn't dare to give her a mission easily, so she could only come here to be a correspondent.

'Hopefully we don't run into that monster this time.' Thinking so, Lucy shuddered involuntarily, apparently recalling the horrific memories of that night, and the red mask obscured the terrified expression on her beautiful face.

The horror and power that made people's hearts tremble together made Lucy wake up every night with nightmares.

The sheets that are washed every day will become a wet piece again. The smell that permeated the room always made the girl tremble and feel the strange feeling that terror brought her.

Lucy Pell spent more than half a year in shame. (To be continued......)