"Sir, the locked air ball did not respond." The night gradually became deeper, and the hotel hall that had been requisitioned by the Church of the Noble God was brightly lit. A knight in a black lock mail walked down the stairs and reported to the woman who was sitting in a chair near the door, holding a book in her hand and reading leisurely.

The woman put down the book, and a hint of surprise and confusion appeared on her beautiful face: "Strange... Crick should have escaped now. Could it be that he doesn't even have a teleportation or return scroll on his hand?"

"Maybe he wants to leave the city from the tunnel." A female mage sitting on the table next to her crossed her legs and said casually, "The Keen family has been operating for several generations, and maybe there is a tunnel far out of the city in this city."

She said as she stretched her waist lazily and exchanged her upturned legs. During the exchange, the spring light was suddenly emitted under the mage's robe with a high cross. The eyes of several nearby knights lit up significantly, but they turned their heads tacitly and did not dare to look at them.

This woman's methods are amazing. Don't mess with her if you have nothing to do!

The woman reading the book is Maggie Smith, the head of the church of the Noble Gods. She pondered for a moment and shook her head and said, "I have never heard of any authenticity before. Although that kid Crick is good now and has eliminated all my people from the decision-making level, it is impossible to suddenly have an extra authenticity, this is impossible!"

"That's why he's so stupid that he hasn't reacted yet?" asked the female mage. "I think a person who has already become famous in just a few months is not that stupid."

Maggie nodded slightly, pondered for a while, and suddenly asked a big man with heavy armor beard beside her, "Paul, what would you do if it were you?"

The man was very tall and had a very mighty appearance. The most rare thing was his face of righteousness, which was like a decent hero. He heard Maqi's inquiry and pondered for a moment, saying, "As a vassal of His Majesty, I cannot escape my due responsibilities, so I will arrange my funeral and then prepare to take my troops to go on the battle. Of course, it is necessary to delay time as much as possible. After all, if you delay a little more, you can live one more day."

Maqi and the female mage looked at each other and suddenly realized.

For those who put themselves in front of everything, "self-sacrifice" is an absolutely impossible choice, so the two of them didn't think in that direction at all. But Baron Keane was a moral role model among the nobles. A conscript order was enough to force him to die, and escape, or something was not within his thinking.

These are two completely different outlooks on life and values, which leads to a situation where you cannot see through it.

"You did a good job." Maqi smiled slightly, nodded slightly to the bearded man, praised him, and saw the man's expression of joy with satisfaction, but he was quite dissatisfied.

In order to deal with this Crick, she used a lot of methods, made a lot of arrangements, and gathered a lot of people. In the end, she found that everything was useless and her opponent died. This made her feel like she was swinging her fist and hitting the cotton, which was very uncomfortable.

It was like she spent a lot of arrangements and was particularly impressed by a decent adventurer. Paul, who disguised himself as the adventurer who saved his life when he was in danger when he was young, and used this fake to deceive his brother who had always admired Paul. He originally planned to find an opportunity to trick the genius but stupid brother into a trap. If the bastard refused to change his faith, he would stab him to death as a sacrifice to Her Majesty the noble lady. As a result, the idiot ran to the Eagle Kingdom for an oracle because of an oracle of the Knight God...

(Damn it! Damn it! So hateful! That bastard! If you want to die, you can only die at my hands!)

She closed her eyes, took a few deep breaths, suppressed the irritability in her heart, and then she calmed down and ordered: "Since that's the case, everyone will have a good rest in the next few days. When the news of Crick's death comes, we will kill his sister. No matter what, since we are here, we must grab the territory and industry of the Keen family!"

The subordinates happily obeyed the order, and the tough battle originally planned turned into bullying the little girl, which was naturally relaxed and happy. The most important thing is that there is no discount on the benefits, how refreshing it is!

Maggie picked up the book "The Art of Performance" written by the famous poet Sewarier von Stolovsky Franz and read it carefully.

She is not a genius, so she must seize the time and work hard to improve herself in order to always grasp the right direction in the stormy waves of life.

It was probably at this time that in a room in Eagle Wing City, Viscount Eric's clerk was seriously writing something.

He used a brush launched by the Void Mask Chamber of Commerce, dipped in a pungent green ink and wrote on a red animal skin that emitted a bloody smell.

What he wrote was the situation of the scouts who came to enlist during the day. It particularly emphasized the matter of Ryan, and recorded all the information of this young thief guild elite as detailed as possible - appearance, outfit, habits of speech and behavior, main abilities, personality assessments, etc.

He wrote a whole piece of animal skin full of words. He carefully checked it and confirmed that it was not written incorrectly. He picked up the animal skin and threw it into the burning brazier on the ground next to him.

It's strange that the skin looks quite strong, but it immediately burns quickly when it encounters flames. The flame is very small, but it burns very fast. In almost a few words, the entire skin has been burned into white ashes and piled up in the brazier without any trace.

The clerk carefully checked the brazier, covered the remaining ink carefully, and received an inconspicuous box. The box was made of special wood that can absorb the smell, and there were also a lot of such ink and animal skins inside.

After doing this, he cleaned everything on the table, took out two magic scrolls, cleaned one side of his body, absorbed the smell in the house, and burned the magic scrolls that had lost their magic power into blank parchment. Finally, he opened the doors and windows, and the wind was vented for a while, and all traces disappeared.

After all the work was done, he turned off the brazier and went back to the bedroom to sleep.

In the orc army tent thousands of miles away, there was a tent guarded by heavy troops. In the tent, a few orcs with good strength were sitting there seriously, paying attention to the animal skins not on the magic circle in the air.

Those magic arrays are made of precious materials. Each magic array corresponds to a contact point. As long as there is news from the contact point, it can be received immediately.

At this moment, words floated on the animal skin, and soon the entire animal skin was covered, exactly what the clerk wrote.

An orc took off the animal skin, replaced it with a blank sheet, and then looked at the information carefully.

"Ah!" he said with a little concern, "There are another powerful characters on the human side!"

An orc next to him came over to take a look and frowned: "Where did such a tough character come from? The stealth ability of a high-level thief, the shooting ability of a high-level ranger, and the keen observation ability... Such a scout is simply a trump card!"

"If you want to report this news quickly, you must arrange a special person to remove this guy and remove this unstable factor as soon as possible!" The orc in the head said coldly, "The great cause of His Majesty the Emperor must not be hindered by any enemy!"

The orcs responded solemnly, and an orc immediately took the document and went out to report.

After a while, the document was sent to the hand of a man who was wearing a hood even in his own military camp and could not see his appearance.

"Sir Altay, this is what Lord Ilo asked me to give to you." The messenger reported, "Sir Altay let you arrange personnel as soon as possible to eliminate hidden dangers."

The man wearing the hood didn't say anything, but nodded to show his understanding.

After the messenger left, he unfolded the curled skin and looked carefully. A cold laugh came from under his hood.

"A little guy with the ability of a thief and a ranger, and with high-level standards on both sides... No wonder they are so worried! If this person appears in the scout war, I wonder how much trouble it will bring to us!"

"Okay, I'm idle and idle. I'll go out in person to make sure that this hidden danger is eliminated!"

As he said that, he walked to the door of the tent, handed the animal skin to the guard, and after a few words of advice, he disappeared into the shadow without warning.

After only a few minutes, his figure appeared in the Air Force camp again, asking the military officer for a mount of the Warcraft that was not strong in combat, but was able to fly all the weather and fly very quickly.

"Mr. Altaire, I wish you a smooth trip!"

Amid the farewell of the soldiers, the most powerful sneaking and assassination masters in the orc army, the dangerous figure who inherited the name of "assassin", waved to the ground, rode the flying monster that had been raising energy, slowly rose to the sky, flew towards the south, and soon disappeared into the night.

Leon, who was sleeping in the guest room of Viscount Tarik's house, suddenly became shocked and opened his eyes.

A flash of light in his hand, the "Holy Avenger" had been pulled out, and through the moonlight reflected in the window, strange ripples appeared on the silver-white sword. He closed his eyes and focused his spirit on the sword. The mysterious power connected his mind with the magic sword, making him feel as if he had turned into a breeze and rose to the sky.

In the northern sky, a dark red aura is slowly approaching.

The strange ripples gradually subsided, and Leon opened his eyes and showed a sneer.

"It seems that someone from the orc came towards me..." He snorted coldly and said unhappily, "The Eagle Kingdom has been penetrated into a sieve. I just arrived today, and the orcs actually knew it!"

"Forget it, traitors are not what I, a 'dead', should do. I'd better be prepared and 'welcome' to that 'friend' who came from afar!"

He looked at the cold-lit magic sword, and the corners of his mouth curled up in dangerous arcs.
Chapter completed!