Time passed by, and the noise in the Corathos bar was still endless, but Boom's table was as cold as a glacier. The last pot of ale was bottomed out, and the two members of the "Secret House" immediately closed the table.
With the hood off, it’s like a ghost blending into the night.
Now that the mission is completed, tonight will be a moment of relaxation before returning to the ancient continent. When the morning light illuminates Wallkill City again, the two of them will take a boat from Bilgewater Port back to the Principality of Cisse.
But maybe it was because both of them were magicians, so even though they drank and chatted until midnight, this was the limit. You must know that living habits have nothing to do with character or strength, they are only developed after repeating them countless times.
A certain kind of routine, just like most mercenaries are tired of work, and the noble knight always smells like horse manure.
Maybe the nobles are more accustomed to highlighting their status by being different, or maybe they are just neurasthenic wastes. In short, most of them prefer quiet places. However, it is precisely because of this that Christine was given the opportunity.
I saw a dark butterfly floating gently in front of the other two, and then an intoxicating fragrance mixed the air.
"It's nice here. Although you can still hear the noise, you don't have any choice anymore."
"Two Sisai people from the 'Secret House', if I were you, I would cherish every second before my death and appreciate the night above my head."
The shadowing spell was lifted, and the golden pattern of the petals on the black robe reflected the moonlight. However, this feeling of confusion seemed unbearable. There was no emotion in Christine's voice, as if she was talking to herself. p>
"A magician? He's just a clown using some special magic weapon!"
"Now that we know that we two are members of the 'Secret House', we should disappear immediately."
Although the two members of the secret house were very surprised as to why they allowed each other to get close so easily, they probably just used some special magic weapon from the alien continent. In addition, they are both magicians, so they don't believe that they can't defeat each other if they join forces.
The other party.
"Does it smell good? Then have a sweet dream at last. If this place were not Wallkill City, you wouldn't even be qualified to let me consume poison."
Christine's figure gradually became blurred, and her voice seemed to come from afar. A few seconds later, they were held under Perseus's armpits, and then everyone quietly walked out of the city gate.
"Brother, tell me why Sister Christine doesn't let us watch. Is she doing something shameful?"
The Wonder House unfolded in the dense forest, Perseus still looked dull, and Rikka, who couldn't calm down, was playing with the bonfire.
"We were already doing shameful things, but since Christine said so, let's just wait here. Believing in my companions is my eternal creed."
After hearing this, Boom reached out and put the meat skewers close to the bonfire. He could probably guess what Christine meant, but even if he and Rikka were watching, they would not stop her. Because in Boom's eyes, everything related to the Principality of Cisse
Everything related can be destroyed at will.
The aroma of meat slowly floated to the sky, and a meteor fell, pulling out a long tail. However, its afterglow was focused more on the dense forest, specifically Christine, Hastur, and
The two members of the secret house who are not yet awake.
"Hasta, from now on, I am going to teach you a lesson alone. Since you are determined to become the top assassin, you must keep everything in mind and present it in your own way in the future." "You are not allowed to ask questions, you are not allowed to look elsewhere, and you are not allowed to respond to any words other than mine. If I find that you can't do something, I won't give you any advice in the future."
A dagger studded with gems fell into Christine's hand, and then she slowly unsheathed it. Hastur, who had been watching coldly, suddenly took a step back. It was the smell of blood, the purest smell mixed with countless creatures.
The taste of blood.
"Although I am a magician, I am a dark elf after all. And what scares the world most about dark elves is not their powerful spells, but the erratic traces of their assassins, or the unforgettable consequences after falling into their hands.
Torture."
"I really feel nostalgic. I remember the last time I carried out an execution with my own hands was more than two hundred years ago. The other person's voice is my most proud work. It is comparable to the music of any bard."
As Christine spoke, she slowly squatted down. She saw that the usually gentle and gentle Archmage actually stabbed the opponent's index finger joint with a dagger, and then lowered it little by little until the finger was completely cut off.
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Two screams rose into the sky, but the two figures could only echo within the magic barrier, unable to wake up the little beasts in the dense forest.
"I asked, and you answered, and I am satisfied. You can end the pain as soon as possible, otherwise the death process will be extended indefinitely."
"The first question is why the Principality of Xisai went to a foreign continent to trade magic crystals with the goblins."
"What is 1000-7? These two questions must be answered at the same time. If you make a mistake, you will lose the remaining nine fingers."
Christine used the Wand of Annihilation, and the Grand Mage's aura was as violent as a wild beast, but she was as cold as a piece of ten-thousand-year-old ice.
"Who are you, and why are you so hostile to the Principality of Cisse? Hurry up and lift the magic barrier. We can pretend that this has never happened."
One of the opponents was furious when he heard this. He didn't care about losing a finger, because as long as he could return to the High Court of Cisse alive, he could naturally be reborn through natural magic.
"The second question is, how many high-level magicians there are in the secret house now? Are they under the control of Grand Duke Cisse, or are they affiliated with the Twin Towers?"
"What is 993-7? If you answer incorrectly, you will lose your arms and legs."
The previous member of the secret house glared at Christine angrily. All the fingers of him and his companions were cut off, and they could no longer hold the staff. But when he hesitated, severe pain came again, and he fell into a pool of blood.
He saw the cross-sections of his arms and legs, which were so neat and creepy.
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"The third question is whether there is still a Dark Elf envoy in Highgarden, and whether the agreement with the Whispering Forest will continue until the war breaks out."
"What is 986-7? This time I will deprive you of all your sensory abilities, just like your companions."
As Christine spoke, she casually stabbed the dagger into the eyes and ears of the secret house member who was lying in a pool of blood. His nose was bloody and bloody, and then his skin began to squirm and swell under the dark magic power, as if in the next second
It will turn into ashes.
But the most chilling thing is that this person knows that he still has a breath and can completely feel the pain in his body. A tough talk may be the thinnest line of virtue and loyalty, but the body does not lie.
The twitching state indicates that the other party may have a mental breakdown at any time.
"I...I will tell you everything I know, and I just want to die happily."
"As far as I know, there are currently a hundred high-level magicians in the secret house. We are ostensibly affiliated with the Twin Towers, but it is Grand Duke Grylls who issues orders every time."
"The agreement between the Principality of Xisai and the Dark Elves has always existed, but it seems that the Grand Duke did not believe the other party, so he secretly made an agreement with... Wait! You are a Dark Elf!"
Another member of the secret house seemed to recognize Christine's identity, and then subconsciously closed his mouth. However, just when he was about to confess to Christine, he smelled a fragrance again.
"Thank you for clarifying my doubts, so you can no longer suffer any pain. Also, I am a mixed elf, not a dark elf."
This was the last sound heard by the member of the secret house, and then the bodies of him and his companions were turned into a pile of rotten flesh under the action of toxins, and slowly submerged into the soil.
"Hasta, the assassin's mission is not to charge into battle, but to capture deeper information."
"Also, what is 979-7? If you can't respond within three seconds, then I will punish you by copying the ancient elven script a thousand times."
Christine waved her hand to dispel the magic barrier, then put away the dagger, and smiled again on her face. However, the last words made Hasta turn pale, but after hearing it clearly, he stretched out his hand to expel it.
Removed some dust on Christine's black robe.
"It's not important at all. What's important is to inform your companions of the news as soon as possible." Hastur's voice rang in the dense forest, and the fledgling assassin flashed and ran quickly towards the Wonder House.
Christine was stunned when she heard this, and then nodded with satisfaction. She was very satisfied with Hastur's response. Although the other party seemed a bit opportunistic, it was also a good solution.
"Yes, this is the character that an assassin should have. It is smarter to adapt to circumstances than to run rampant like a bull." Christine looked at Chuyang, looking forward to Rikka's breakfast.