The sentry and guards, who were useless, did not look at Moya and his party, did not check or interrogate, and just let them enter a royal city.

Although the buildings in the city are orderly, the streets with few pedestrians seem deserted and a sense of bleakness.

"This is Bambsuya, is this the capital of a country?" Eric looked around in disbelief. The city was so disappointing to him.

I have been to Meili, a city that is also ruled by the dark tribe. Compared with the prosperity of the night elves, here... is too different. Compared with the wealthy southern continent, it is simply a poor neighborhood.

It seems that night elves of the Dark Clan are more suitable than dark mages... No, maybe it should be said that Merry can develop now because of her.

Looking at Moya walking ahead, Eric sighed secretly.

If the night elves had not been her, Meri would not have the prosperity she is now. Indeed, under the rule of the night elves, there would not be any country with no strength to invade, but if the priest did not perform his benevolent policies, the residents there would definitely be even worse than Bambsuya.

Although the night elves are not as cruel as orcs, they are bloodthirsty people in the Dark Clan who are second only to the Demon Clan, and they will not have any sympathy for humans. If it weren't for her... Perhaps the distribution of power in the East Continent today and the future will be another scene.

If it were her, she would probably be relatively tolerant of this continent. At least, from my observations these days, she is not as evil as the Church of Light said.

Can she really form an alliance? Or, I should follow my uncle's opinion and firmly stand with the Church of Light.

"Be careful, many people have already set their sights on us." Moya warned in a low voice when he noticed the gazes projected around him.

"Here..." ignored the gazes around, Maitaro, who was walking in the front, waved his hand and signaled everyone to follow him.

Walking into a bar called "Resting Foot", Maitaro pushed open the wooden door of the toilet. It was a dirty space and the ground was filled with all kinds of stinky garbage.

"What are we doing here?" He quickly covered his mouth and nose. Eric didn't understand why Mataro wanted to bring everyone to this dirty and smelly place.

"You will know soon." Maitaro kicked the dirty wall hard. In everyone's surprised eyes, the wall retreated and a dark corridor appeared.

"Phantom is the largest killer guild in the north of the Eastern Continent. How could it be so easy for people to discover their nest?" Pulling out the dagger she carried with her, Maitaro was the first to enter the corridor.

Facing the fishy smell coming to his face, Moya did not hesitate and followed Maitaro into it. In addition to the bard who was standing still in place with his mouth and nose, even the orcs went in.

After looking at Eric with a resistance, Sistale sighed, put down his gorgeous robe and bowed, and followed him into the corridor.

"Wait, wait for me!" I noticed that someone was walking towards the toilet, and Eric stepped into the narrow corridor without caring about so many.

Just after he entered, the woodblock on the wall was automatically closed, and the follower who was following behind looked at the toilet where no one could only stand in place and scratch his head.

"Strange, I clearly saw them coming in, how could all disappear?"

It was only enough for two people to parallel the corridor, without any sound, the only thing that could be heard was the sound of each other's breathing.

"It's so narrow here..." Eric said, and was immediately stopped by Mataro.

"Shhh... don't talk. The layout here is different from before. I'm worried about the mechanism."

Standing at the entrance, surrounded by cold stone walls, Maitaro tried to recall the arrangements he had when he came before, but found that the road had changed a little.

"Maitarot, when did you last come?" After hearing Maitarot's words, a bad premonition flashed through Moya's mind.

This kid has been hiding in Kasin since he was out of prison. He didn't have time to visit his old friends? Could it be...

“Before going to jail.”

"I knew... Sistale, you take the lead." Moya waved to Sistale behind and signaled him to come forward.

"Then me?" Hearing that the night elves were asked to take the lead, Maitaro pointed at himself and asked.

"People who don't know the way can only walk behind the team obediently. Thirty years... Do you think a killer guild will make any changes? It's better for me and Sistale to open the way." Moya glared at the innocent expression of Maitaro and said to the orc Leg. "You are responsible for the rear of the temple to prevent sneak attacks from the rear. Don't worry, with Maitaro's assistance, you can easily deal with any sneak attacks. He doesn't remember it well, but it's okay to detect traps and sneak attacks. As for the poet... you don't have any defense ability, remember your position, don't speak loudly, and don't touch any suspicious places on the walls."

The orc took off the axe hanging from his waist and held it in his hand. His alert eyes glanced back and forth around him. His actions immediately made Maitaro laugh.

"You don't have to be so nervous. There are night elves and Moya in front of you to open the way. The enemy will be dealt with almost the moment they discover us. We just need to make sure that no one will attack behind you."

"Oh..." Legge breathed a sigh of relief. It was indeed a bit difficult to ask him to be alerted by the orc who felt that he was only stronger than the bard.

"It is also worth noting that there may be traps on the ground. I will sprinkle guide powder on the route that Sistale has taken. Eric, the only thing you need to do is to proceed accurately according to the powder I sprinkle. If something goes wrong, the people behind you will make mistakes with you. Do you understand? There can't be any mistakes."

"I get it." Eric nodded repeatedly, saying that he would never touch anything and would move forward according to the powder Moya sprinkled.

Just when Moya told me what to pay attention to, Sistaer took out the Dwarf Shield that he had not used for a long time from the space bag. However, this time he did not use the royal power, and pulled out the dark blade inserted on the outside of the calf, which was coated with a poisonous black blade in the darkness. Perhaps people would be unprepared because of its ordinary appearance, but only those stabbed by it knew what kind of lethality this dark dagger also had. The weapons produced by the night elves were all fine.

After making a gesture of "starting action", Sistaer set out.

His dexterous steps passed by the smooth ground, avoiding all traps, while Moya, who was acting behind him, used floating technique, sprinkled a layer of powder emitting a faint fluorescent white on the way Sistale was advancing.

This is a very useful prop that thieves specially used to guide their companions forward in the darkness.

Once the lead pencil is trampled, it will turn black and will never be noticed by people around you.

Eric followed Moya's instructions tremblingly and stepped step by step in the place where the powder was sprinkled. Maitarot and Leg behind him followed the steps of his companions, and the entire team slowly advanced in the gradually widening passage.

The breeze blowing through his ears pointed out the direction for Sistale to move forward. Any slight changes in the passage could not escape his eyes. He noticed a little light ahead and stopped moving forward.

Using dark vision, he quickly saw the glowing object - a human being wrapped in a black costume, revealing only a pair of eyes that reflected light.

The place where he was hiding was a step above the ground, and it would not be discovered in the passage without torches. It was the best place for sneak attacks.

"It's the stake of the Killer Guild. Do you need to be pulled out?" After the end of this sentence, Sistaer, who was also wearing a pitch-black robe, wrapped himself in a cloak. The black cloak with magic attached made his silver armor not shine in the dark.

In the minstrel's astonished gaze suddenly evaporated, disappearing from the position in front of Moya.

"Remember to show mercy, Sistale." The moment Moya's whisper sounded, the human on the stage fell down with a muffled groan, and behind him, the night elf whose backhand was knocking him with the hilt was revealed.

"High Priest, why didn't you kill these killers this time?" Eric asked.

"The smell of blood will only attract more enemies, and... Kofi is my friend. I have come here with a request, so how can I kill his subordinates? Don't talk, we have entered the ambush point of the guild." After making a silence, Moya used a range-type black mist, erasing everyone, including herself, from the range visible to humans.

Sistaer used the same method to knock out the entire passage of stakes and then returned to the team, leading them through the corridor that had eliminated the danger.

After walking out of the dark corridor, what appeared before everyone was a huge lava cave, with wooden buildings scattered on the open space. Only in the center was a light gray stone fort.

"So we have been walking down, no wonder I think something is wrong." Moya breathed a sigh of relief when he looked up at the huge vertical stalagmites on his head.

At first, she was wondering if she was too sensitive, how could she smell a familiar smell? The damp smell only found in special bacteria that only exist underground. It turned out that they were really underground.

"Coffey lives here, it's a bit different from what he described." Moya looked around and saw the entire building, feeling that it was very different from the description he had heard before.

"After all, he is a killer, and he will not easily tell the true appearance of his nest." If it weren't for those familiar with the city, it would be difficult to find this place. Maitaro pointed to the fortress made of stone in the middle and said to Moya: "Kofi is in the deepest part of the castle, and he can only break through here."

"Strong break..." It seems a bit impossible to see Kofi without hurting people. Moya pondered for a moment but decided not to rush in directly. It is easier to see the president himself by creating a little chaos.

"You guys, stay here and don't move. Sistale and I will lure Kofi out, remember what I just said, and don't move suspicious things."

After the explanation, Moya asked the black fog to continue to surround Mataro and others, and she and Sistale continued to move forward.

Because they were not hiding, they were soon discovered.

"stop!!"

"Report your identity!!"

Warnings and warnings continued to come from the arrow tower next to the stone fort, but they could not shake Moya's pace at all.

"What should I do? They are still moving forward." Ardan asked his friends around him, Deville, who was also the patrol captain.

"No matter what, we have warned many times that no matter whether it is an enemy or a friend, there is only one way to attack." Waving his hand to signal everyone to launch an attack, patrol captain Deville made a decisive order.

"But they came in the direction of the old road, where only the president's friends would walk..."

"Shut up, Ardan, I am the captain, and I am the heavy responsibility of protecting the headquarters. You cannot relax your vigilance just because the person who comes is the president's old friend. As a killer, you should also understand that friends are the most unreliable in the world. Even relatives can be betrayed. Friends who are not related by blood will not care about friendship or other feelings driven by interests."

Push Ardan away, Deville, holding double daggers, joined the battle with his subordinates.

Although only senior members and presidents acquaintances know the correct location of the headquarters, it is his responsibility to protect the headquarters.

No matter how these two guys learned about their headquarters, no matter whether they were not the president's friend, he had to take action for the safety of the headquarters.

Yes, his duty is to protect the headquarters, and he has no time to analyze whether the enemy or friend comes, and all those who enter without the permission of the president are enemies.

"Go up! There are only two enemies, don't give them a chance to breathe, so that these two guys can understand the power of the Phantom."

"The coordination is good, but it's a pity... you meet the opponent who is the most restrained in the killer." A dazzling ball of light floated from Moya's hand. The strong light of the flare made the killers who had adapted to the darkness suddenly feel their eyes hurt. The brief blindness made everyone realize that there was a mage.

"Look for a hidden secret!" Ardan, who was behind, was still planning to use the powerful crossbow installed on the arrow tower, but he didn't expect that the woman who was supposed to be a mage suddenly raised a wooden stick on her waist. Then, with a "swoosh!", an arrow with flame shot deep into the wall behind him.

"You'd better not move around, otherwise my next arrow will aim at your heart."

"Dark, night elf!!" Deville, who had already adapted to the flares, saw clearly that the tall man standing beside the mage holding the strange bow had silver hair that was particularly conspicuous in the dark.

No wonder the female mage said that we have no chance of winning. Even if we don’t fire flares, human vision will never have the power of night elves born with dark vision in the dark. Even if they are trained, they cannot surpass night elves in observation, not to mention that their speed is not the same level.

"Noble..." A white rose bud in a black robe has shown the identity of the night elves - the first family.

As a native of the Eastern Continent, Deville had no reason not to understand the meaning of the rose. Especially for him and Ardan, it was an irresistible force.

"Retreat, I will only say once. I don't want Sista to take action. Every time the night elves draw their sword, it means that a life will disappear. If you don't want to die, you just come to see your president, and there is no malice." Moya's obvious warning tone made the killers who were originally gathering around her hesitate. They didn't know that they should continue to attack and retreat. At this moment, a hoarse laughter came from the gradually opened stone castle gate.

"Haha, I know who you are when I hear this sound. Although my appearance has changed a lot, my tone is still the same as before." The Phantom President, who has a medium figure and a terrifying appearance, appeared.

"You are still the same as in prison. You already know that I will come to you, but you deliberately make things difficult. Do you really have to try the strength I have gained now before you can give up, Cofi?"

"Where, I'm just not sure if the person is really my old friend. After a long time no see you, your ability has become stronger again, Moya. No, I should change my name, the high priest of the night elf."

Hearing the president say Moya's title, Deville and Ardan, who had just come down from the arrow tower, immediately bowed to Moya with great respect.

"Okay, come in, you don't want to talk outside, right?" Kofi waved his hand and asked his subordinates who were still surrounded to leave. He turned around and walked back to the stone castle.

"You can come here." Knowing that Coffey was not against his visit, Moya also greeted Maitaro and others who had been hiding behind him, signaling them to go in with him.

"Oh... it's really a gathering of old friends. In addition to the high priest and the paladin, even Metaro has come. Well... this... why didn't I know that the night elves and Farion formed an alliance." After pouring himself a glass of wine and observing the guests one by one, Kofi not only blurted out his inner doubts after seeing an unexpected face.

"Eric, what does it have to do with the Farion royal family?!" Moya suddenly grabbed the neck of the bard whose face turned pale, and the cold light shot out from his black eyes made him tremble.

"I...I don't know what the hell are you talking about, High Priest."

"As you pretend to be stupid, that bottle of healing potion! How could an ordinary bard get the potion blessed by the bishop-level life sacrifice? Although I was suspicious at the time, in order to find out your background, I can only let you follow along. If you don't want to tell the truth, I will be torture." With the strength of the "giant's hand" strengthened a lot, Moya just tried hard on his hand, which made Eric feel difficult to breathe.

"I, cough...you let go, I'll tell you."

Release the bard whose face turned white from white to red due to lack of oxygen, Moya took two steps back and made Sistaer come forward. The cold light emitted by the dagger in his hand made Eric swallow hard.

"I, I am the second prince of Farion, and Eric is his real name."
Chapter completed!