It was a rare night at the Guobin Guest House when someone didn't have a bed partner. Because today he was playing the role of a drunken man who was drunk to the point of unconsciousness. It didn't matter whether the elf saw through it or not. Of course, it would save him the effort of pimping him out, and Lin was happy about it.
Relaxed. After all, as you get older, having too much sex and having sex every day is not a good thing.
Also because he had worked too hard in the previous ten nights, no matter whether it was a show or not, as soon as Lin touched the pillow, he decided to have a good sleep and not care about anything else. In fact, this was also the case. As soon as he was put on the bed,
Lying on a comfortable bed with soft pillows, someone will soon pretend to be asleep and become unconscious.
In the middle of the night, several uninvited guests came to the guest house. They did not disturb other guests or the guest house employees, but followed familiar routes, heading in a specific direction, and finally stopped in front of Lin's door.
The magic lock on the guest house door made by the elves is definitely the nightmare of all thieves. But for the visitor, opening the lock is an easy task. As soon as the hand brushes it, the door lock opens.
Sneaking into the room quietly, the three elves may not have night vision like their gray-skinned cousins, but they still used the faint moonlight outside the window and the route they memorized to accurately reach the target. One person confirmed
On the desk, there is a letter from the kingdom tucked away in a silk bundle; a person has confirmed the location of the magician, and a sure escape route in case of emergency.
After confirming the situation, the three of them did not make any unnecessary moves. Instead, they gathered together to confirm each other. They communicated in Elvish language at an inaudible volume:
'What about the magician?'
'Both eyes are closed.'
'Where's the letter?'
'It's exactly where the information says it is.'
'Magic traps and escape routes?'
'There are no magic traps set in the room, everything is safe.'
The elf who spoke last had a much more frivolous attitude than the other two. He did not follow the stealth rules of walking in the dark as much as possible, keeping his body low, to reduce the possibility of being discovered, and he didn't even pay much attention to the sound of his own footsteps.
It made noise from time to time, which was particularly conspicuous in this silent night, and also attracted the angry looks of the other two people.
The leading elf didn't want to quarrel in such a place. He said: 'Follow the original plan. After taking the letter, we will leave from the window. Don't do any other unnecessary things.'
"What are unnecessary things?" The frivolous man walked to someone's bedside, looked at the defenseless sleeping face, and said: "This is still a magician. I can easily touch him and take his life."
Just in my mind. Maybe, I should make some preparations for my title of Killer God?'
Just like the Dharma Saint is to the magician, the God of Killer is the highest honorary title for an assassin. One of the conditions for achieving the title is to assassinate the magician who is in the magic tower. Although the person in front of him is not in the magic tower,
Assassinating a magician is still a considerable achievement for the assassin profession who walks in the darkness. So when the leader picked up the letter, the young elf was eager to try.
It was too late, but it was too late. The young elf quickly pulled out the dagger. Before the other two companions could stop him, the whole room fell into a different kind of darkness. Countless rays of white light criss-crossed, cutting into countless pieces those with evil intentions.
Dice of meat and blood were scattered all over the floor.
At the same time, countless eyes were opened in this space, and the white destructive light was emitted from these eyes. After killing the first elf, these eyes made no other movements and just stared at the backs of the remaining two people.
Look. Because as early as the moment it happened, they gave up the idea of rescuing their companions and broke the window to escape without hesitation.
The moment they crashed out of the window, the two people who escaped noticed the changes in the room and the gazes of countless eyes. It was not until they escaped a considerable distance that the two people with lingering fears stopped and gasped for air. The leader continued
He was complaining about his subordinate who was checking the magician's condition, saying: 'Both eyes are closed? Why do you think it's enough to check only two?'
'Ah, boss, on your hand...'
The two elves looked at the letter from the Kingdom of Pyat Jaime that they had forgotten to put back in the leader's hand. They bared their teeth and gasped. What should they do with this hot potato now? They were in any case.
I don’t want to see that weird magician again. The death of the dead elves is really miserable. Who knows what will happen to them after they go back.
On the second underground floor of the Armed Forces Department of the Kingdom of Armenia is the most mysterious intelligence office in the entire kingdom. The two survivors followed the emergency evacuation principle and returned to the uninhabited intelligence office through the tunnel from the far entrance.
Along the way, they didn't see many living people. In fact, there were many elves walking here, they just hid their traces. Some were hiding in dark rooms with no visible doors, and they were doing things that they shouldn't reveal to each other.
work.
The two people who escaped back walked into a room with nothing else except a simple table and chairs. In the room, an older elf who looked quite experienced was already waiting. As soon as he saw one person missing, he spoke.
Question: 'You failed. What happened?'
'Elder, we did not completely fail. We brought this back.' The leading elf took out the letter from the Kingdom of Pyat Jaime and spread it flat on the table. Because the situation was urgent at the time, he grabbed the letter slightly.
Revealed wrinkles.
However, the old elf who saw the thing didn't appreciate it at all and said: 'If you are exposed, this thing should not be taken back.'
'What's wrong, what's wrong, did I miss any good show?' The belatedly arrived fat elf, Wild Walker Fu Teng, walked in from another secret door. He didn't know what was going on and glanced at the table.
Shangzhimono naturally said happily: "Isn't this a perfect completion of the task? What's there to be unhappy about?"
"They were exposed and one of their hands was broken." The old elf poured a bucket of cold water on them and said.
Understanding the meaning behind this sentence, Wilder Walker Fu Teng's expression immediately collapsed and asked: "What's going on? Explain the whole process clearly." Only then did he realize that the stolen letter was not in good condition.
So perfect. Even they would have to spend a lot of effort to restore this thing to its original state.
The two elves who escaped told each other in detail what happened to them. Of course, they also told the story of the dead one, whose body was not available and could not be recovered.
When the two of them finished talking, the old elf said with an ugly face: 'I didn't expect that rumor to be true.'
‘Rumors? What rumors? Is there anything I missed?’ Wildwork Fu Teng asked.
'The Thieves Guild took the initiative to withdraw the assassination bounty related to the magician, and will no longer release related bounties in the future. This is a treatment that only a magic saint with a magic tower will receive. How can it be used on a white magician?
It also makes me confused. According to rumors, the reason why the Thieves Guild did this is because at least three hundred people who received a bounty on the assassination of that magician have disappeared. It is speculated that they are most likely to die because of the magician, or
The lich's subordinates who followed him included at least two master assassins who had been awarded the title of God of Killing. Strong men who dared to break into the magic tower. After declaring that they were going to kill the magician, there was no more.
Below.'
‘So, you actually ignored such important news! And you stupidly delivered it to the door!’ Wildwork Fu Teng showed a completely different look from the honest look he showed during the reception, and said angrily.
‘This is what you asked for, and those rumors are too exaggerated. Anyone who listens to them will only regard them as a joke at the wine table, so how can they believe them.’ The old elf tried to argue.
'But, now it seems that those rumors are not an exaggeration at all, because the facts are even more shocking. If what you said is right, the magician used extremely powerful magic in his sleep, and in an instant, the standard magic of the kingdom was
The equipment, including the people, were all cut into fine pieces, leaving no resistance. If you people are the elites that the kingdom relies on, I will be very disappointed to make things like this. Tell me, what else should I ask for?
You know the exaggerated things, but you just treat them as jokes.'
The old elf, who was scolded by a junior, had a sullen face, was dissatisfied and did not say a word. He stared at the fat elf with sharp eyes, but the other elf stared back without any fear. They belonged to different units and had no high or low status.
The old man and the young man were tit for tat.
It was so painful for people to be caught between an old man and a young man. However, their position was inherently close to the old man, and they also had to clean up the mess in front of them. Therefore, the elf who took the lead had to ask: "Elder,
So what should we do with this letter? And the remains of the newcomer...'
The old elf gave instructions decisively, saying: "There is still time before dawn, so send people back to deal with the aftermath. According to what you said, the rookie was attacked only after he drew his weapon. Before that, nothing happened."
That is to say, those who go, please pay close attention to your weapons. Don’t accept the body of one person instead of two. As for this letter...'
The old elf didn't think about it for long before he said, 'Find someone who specializes in repairing it.' At the same time, he was ready to use magic to break the fire paint seal on the letter.
Wildwalk Fu Teng saw that the other party was planning to open the letter. He did not stop him, but he also did not express his approval. He just took a small step back.
The old elf knew that this young man also wanted to know the content, but did not intend to take responsibility, so he acted like this. But for him, for this 'letter of credence', he had already lost a man, even though
I'm just a rookie. If I can't find a way to gain some chips, I'm really sorry for myself who already holds this letter in my hand.
The lacquer seal on the official letter will be a big problem for ordinary people. But for an official intelligence organization like them, it can only be regarded as a daily routine. In addition, this letter was sealed in a very formal way, so there is nothing wrong with it.
Extra trap design, so the old elf opened the letter quickly, and also used a method that can easily restore the original appearance.
When he opened the letter and read it, at first glance, he froze and did not dare to say anything.