Drip drip, drip ...... The sewage from the sewers seeped into the soil and reached the dome of the crypt, dripping from the ceiling and gathering into a large and small puddle, which began to become clear to Manning Brace's ears when he no longer heard the sound of his own cold sweat dripping.

In the shadows, a middle-aged man in a gray leotard stepped out, staring at the ground in the center of the crypt where the smell of spices still remained, and it took a long time before he closed his eyelids slightly and let out a long breath.

"It seems that my choice is wise, heh, hehe......" Manning Brace chuckled in a frenzy.

"This wizard is too dangerous, Manning. The Grey Assassin turned, just a sliding step, as if he had traveled a few feet through the shadows, and stood beside Manning: "At least I don't feel that we have the possibility of successfully fighting him." ”

"It's for our family. After a few nervous laughs, Manning Brace sighed and slumped back in his chair: "Should I be glad we can see the sun tomorrow?"

"Manning! Lusoff is dying!" several Assassins cried.

Their nerves were not fragile originally, but after a period of nervous time, after this emotion rose to a fixed point, they suddenly fell, and they inevitably had a feeling of prostration, and the collapse of the spirit often occurred at this time.

The assassin with the wound to the abdomen vomited a few mouthfuls of blood, and the assassin in the cave on the other side walked in with a chest: "My lord, they provided potions and scrolls!"

The assassins shouted with some excitement.

"Quick, give it to Lusoff first. Seeing this box of potions, Manning quickly gave an order: "The seriously injured come first, and the minor injuries are delayed, sort them one by one, don't be in a hurry......"

After a bit of scrambling, the potion was smashed, but it was only enough to save the Mortal Wound, but it was still a great relief for Manning.

At least the brethren survived. The Grey Assassin muttered.

"It's not enough, we need more potions. Manning mused.

The implicit meaning of this sentence made the gray-clothed assassin look sideways: "To go to that wizard so soon?"

"Fast or slow, it's a matter of time. Manning sighed: "He's sure, we don't have a better option, this deal is okay for us." ”

"It's 'okay'. The Grey Assassin accentuated, "He's not as greedy as the first two, but he also has great ambitions, Manning. ”

"It's good to be ambitious. Manning put his hands together on his eyebrows, covering his nose and mouth, and his eyes were slightly closed: "So that we can get more from him, if he has the will to hit Cormier, we should support it even more, he is right, assassination alone cannot do great things." ”

"Maybe......" The gray-clad assassin looked at his palm - this hand that held the dagger for many years was wide and powerful, and it never used a second knife to cut people's necks in the shadows, Manning's words undoubtedly made him feel lost, but the experience of failure over the years also made him too lazy to find a reason to refute, just planning for the future: "But Manning, what about the Shadow Dragon?" She was still lying on the bed with a serious injury, and it seemed that it was hard to forget the hatred of her master. ”

"When she wakes up, ask her for her opinion...... Forget it, no need. Manning frowned, remembering the stubborn surname of the female assassin: "She and we are not destined to be all the way, just dispose of it." ”

The grey assassin nodded, took a step back, and disappeared into the shadows of the candlelight.

Having subdued a group of Flame Dagger Assassins, the wizard is in a good mood, the strength of these guys does not matter, with his power and prestige in the city of Simon, there are countless warriors who are willing to go into the sewers to sweep away his enemies for the great hero of the city.

But what he wants is professionalism, although the original flame dagger was not a professional assassination organization, but after so many years, the unprofessional has become professional, and it is of course a good thing to be able to have a group of people who have mastered special specialties.

Passing through Edmund, he suddenly remembered that the palace was preparing for the upcoming grand wedding—a ceremony that had taken a surprisingly long time to prepare, and the surviving nobles of Simon had said that they wanted to make this wedding the biggest event after the vampire's demise, and Simon's crowd seemed to be looking forward to it.

Although it is a city where egoism is rampant, the worship of heroes is no less than that of other regions of Faerun.

The hero who has eliminated the vampire king will be united with the nobles of the city, which is undoubtedly a topic worth discussing on the streets.

Such fanfare was not in Penny's wishes, but seeing the happy smile on Vika's lips, he felt that it was worth taking some risks.

But the result of this inevitably is to expose these to the guns of more enemies.

He hugged Vika's waist and sighed, feeling that the girdle was a little too tight, and frowning even more.

"Made-to-order dresses require a very thin waist to be worn. Vika smiled and said, "I'm on a diet." ”

"Redo one piece. The wizard did not hesitate: "I don't like this." ”

"Hey, hey, I'll wear it once in my life. She frowned and complained, "At least show the prettiest of them." ”

"You're pretty enough, I was stunned by you the first time I saw you. Penny's words caused Vika to snicker, and she hid her small mouth: "Go, I was a half-old kid then." ”

"Who said that?" said the wizard solemnly, "According to Faeron's standards and customs, it is too late for either of us. ”

"Little villain. She kneaded the wizard's cheeks, turned and walked to the dresser, straightened her curls into an open shape, untied the girdle and hung it on the side of the bed, and lay down on the bed, showing a hint of slackness, as in the past when she addressed the children in the tavern, he smiled kindly and climbed onto the large bed with a soft mattress, pulled the quilt to cover the two of them, she frowned, and blocked the wizard's claws with her hand in his clothes: "Wait, it's bad luck to do this kind of thing before the ceremony. ”

"Geely?" Penny was a little stupid, what drove him to act was more of a long-lost impulse, you must know that he got a lot of time with the Time Dragon, but it also made him feel like a world away after he came back and saw all his acquaintances, and the rare sense of familiarity made him give birth to some **, but he was rejected by this reason.

Seeing his distempered face, Vika laughed heartily and hugged the wizard's neck like a child, the heat coming from the top of his head making Penny's face hot, but he had lost his senses.

He shook his head a little helplessly, and raised his body slightly, so that the position of the two was no longer so high: "By the way, how are my children?"

"A hundred, not a lot of children, all orphans from the neighborhood. Vika thought for a moment: "Some are pirates, some are illegitimate children who have not seen the light, or children that the poor cannot afford to raise, the oldest is thirteen or fourteen years old, the youngest is seven or eight years old, you want to teach them magic?"

"Yes, I will compile a spell textbook, send a few apprentices to teach them to memorize by rote, if there is potential, cultivate it well, if there is no potential, you can find some craftsmen to teach them something more practical, I want to open a private factory, there is a shortage of such seeds, by the way, I will also write a spell confrontation textbook......"

It is no longer difficult for a wizard to write a few low-level sorcery textbooks, and his well-developed methodology and interpretation of the arcane can easily fool aspiring teenagers and girls who are new to the arcane threshold and worship him.

In fact, being able to read and write an introductory textbook for the arcane is one of the hallmarks of an arcane master, and generally speaking, only those who have a certain level of methodological perfection have the ability to do so.

"This textbook is also to be studied by Edmont's private army. ”

"Wait, you've got a lot of tools and training content for them. Vika frowned: "I have to add this, you know, their complaints are not ordinary." ”

"I give them three times the salary of the average sergeant, every meal of meat, how can they not accept to put in three times the effort?" the wizard shook his head disapprovingly, "What's more, this kind of training is most frequent only in these few months, and when I think it's appropriate, their training will be reduced." ”

"However, this is an army dedicated to fighting mages, are you sure this team can come in handy?" Vika still disagreed: "This is the Sea of Falling Stars." ”

"Don't worry, there will always be a time when it will be used. The wizard got out of bed, put on his shoes, and walked to the windowsill, where his largest private unit was conducting routine training, but this team seemed to be training differently than the other legions.

Their equipment all looked oddly shaped, such as large, exaggerated shields and spears, rows of warriors trained to throw heavy lead balls over greater distances, and others digging trenches like workers with shovels.

No matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like a normal military training method.

The wizard looked down, saw the green leaves on the nearby fence, and whistled happily.

The woman on the bed looked at his back with a faint warmth on her face.

The new port has been built, and facilities such as bars and hotels have been built, and the place has gradually become lively with the increase in the flow of people.

Early in the morning, Arnell got up from bed, looked around his group of beauties, picked his feet, put on a dress and walked to the morning market, bought some milk bread, nibbled on two bites, and cruised around the docks, trying to find a beautiful woman worth starting.

He wakes up at a different time every day, occasionally it is normal, occasionally it drags on until the afternoon, and it is even more common to wake up at noon - this will make him meet different beauties at different times, but today his luck is obviously not good, he drank too much last night to go to bed too early, and he got up too early in the morning, it is obvious that no beautiful woman will go out shopping in this slightly cold weather, and he has to go back in frustration.

However, as he reached a ditch by the side of the road, a mass caught his eye—a trembling shadow, a strange shape that certainly aroused his curiosity, and he looked closer, only to be startled by what he could see.

It was a thin girl who looked like she was fifteen or sixteen years old, with a serpentine tattoo under her left eye, her eyes closed, her fingers clutching the ground, and a large pool of blood under her.

Arnell's gaze froze for a moment, then began to wander instead.

(To be continued)