(Again, I know many of you don’t read the free chapter reviews. Chapter 470 was sent to the wrong volume. Three chapters ahead, it is in front of the third volume’s review. Chapter 470 is continuous with the plot of this chapter, so skip it. can't read.)
puff.
A red line appeared on the neck, and blood mist spurted out.
The sturdy guard who had just been taunting Baron Albert on the street slowly fell against the wall.
There was a purring sound in his throat, and his dilated pupils were filled with astonishment. Even to the end of his life, he didn't even understand why he was killed.
This is a tavern located in the heart of Chalad Town’s commercial street. It is famous in the border area for the delicious ale brewed by the owner.
Ever since Prince Snoff and his party came to settle here, the tavern has become a long-term reservation for members of the Guards.
Today, however, the tavern has been transformed from a private venue into a cemetery.
Broken limbs and broken arms were filled with blood and mist, and corpses of guards were piled up in every corner.
"Wu...wu uh...uh uh uh..."
The tavern owner, who had a mustache hanging from his lips, was crouched beside the bar and trembling. He was desperately covering his mouth to prevent himself from making any sound.
He silently recited the name of the supreme god Vidal countless times in his heart, just hoping that the perpetrator would forget his existence.
If the usually domineering guards were compared to the minions of the devil, then the man in front of him was the real murderous devil.
There was a fat middle-aged woman lying next to the boss. She was his wife who had fainted from fright.
The couple had been honest and loyal all their lives and had never even been on the battlefield, let alone accepted such a bloody scene.
On the other hand, the murderer was very calm, standing in the foyer with a straight face, waiting for the next wave of prey to arrive.
Full-coverage horn helmet with broken horns...
A half-length armor full of scratches and dents...
Low-quality leather handguards inlaid with iron plates...
Old and rusty steel shin boots...
In addition to the junk on the surface, the joints are also lined with a layer of strong mail.
The weapons are also very simple, with only a small buckler hanging on the handguard that can only block arrows and a short-handled broadsword less than thirty centimeters in length.
If you haven't seen it with your own eyes.
The mustachioed boss couldn't believe that the usually arrogant prince's personal guards could be killed by such a shabby guy.
"Boss, don't make a sound, otherwise I will have to kill you."
After swiping twice to shake off the blood on the blade, the murderer deliberately suppressed a hoarse voice to threaten the opponent.
Hearing the other party talking to him, the boss immediately shook his head wildly in an attempt to show his harmless side.
Seeing that the boss was very cooperative, the murderer nodded reassuringly, then squatted down and quickly collected the valuables from the deceased, and then threw the body into the corner of the house again.
To the murderer, the threat just now was indeed just a threat.
It doesn't matter even if the mustachioed boss screams, a soundproof barrier has been installed around the store. No matter how much you shout, no one will hear you.
To act, you have to do the whole thing.
This was done to leave a way out for the boss. After all, he left after all the hard work, and the family would have to continue living here in the future.
After collecting the loot, he counted the number of corpses, then took out his pocket watch and checked the time.
A total of thirty-five people were killed, which was more than the number of an entire squad.
It was now nine-thirty in the evening, and there was only half an hour left before the closing time prescribed by the town.
There should be no more people coming to die today.
Putting away his pocket watch, the murderer turned his head and waved a friendly hand to his boss, then suddenly flicked his finger when the other party's eyes focused on him.
Snapped!
The compressed air block instantly shot out and hit the boss with a bag as big as an egg, causing him to faint.
"call……"
After taking off his horned helmet, Xu Fei breathed a long sigh of relief, which he couldn't hold back.
It’s cheap but not good. This piece of shit has extremely poor breathability.
But there is nothing we can do.
When leaving Nimbuende, Xu Fei thought that such a tyrannical and mysterious sanctuary would definitely give the contractor a lot of money to start a business.
As a result, I was not given any money! Tell him to rely on the 'skills given by the sanctuary' to be self-reliant after he goes out.
Isn’t this nonsense? When did Sirela teach them how to make money?
There was quite a lot of equipment distributed, but most of it was eye-catching and not suitable for covering people's eyes and ears.
Therefore, Xu Fei had no choice but to wander around the nearby villages and find a rural blacksmith shop. After disguising himself, he spent fifteen silver coins in exchange for this rag.
He walked to the bar, took out a bottle of ale from the wine cabinet and drank half of it.
We have finally come to this point, and the accounts with Prince Snow are being settled today.
Sometimes I can't help but sigh about this thing called 'fate', how two people who have never met can form so many enemies.
Whether it's for Leiyin or Xu Fei himself, this person must pay the price he deserves.
He put down the bottle of wine and glanced at the two sleeping people.
Xu Fei knelt down and cast another layer of [Intermediate Sleep Magic] on the boss and his wife just in case, and then walked out of the tavern with peace of mind.
There were no pedestrians on the moonlit streets, leaving only the faint hum of autumn insects lamenting the end of their lives.
After walking about five or six hundred meters to the west, the terrain gradually increased, and Xu Fei came to the largest building in Chalad Town.
This three-story villa building is close to the hills. There are many early warning spells arranged above and around the huge courtyard.
As the former baronial palace and administrative office area, the protection measures were very strict, and it is now occupied by Prince Snoff and his party.
Observed the surroundings.
There was no patrol on duty, only two yawning guards standing in front of the gate.
puff! puff!
Two table knives brought from the tavern went straight through the doorman's head.
The instant death left the two of them with no chance to scream.
What's even more strange is that even if someone is killed, the warning spell at the gate has no intention of being activated.
Walking silently to the front door, Xu Fei glanced at the magic runes on the iron door.
As expected, this low-level spell can only identify identities and sense magic fluctuations, and will not be detected if pure physical attacks are used.
Without entering the gate directly, Xu Fei walked around the wall and inserted four small purple flags into the four symmetrical corners.
This is a cheap, disposable, portable trapping formation that I learned from Taoist Fu, [Four Symbols Purple Flame Formation].
Although the scope of this thing is not large, the time effect is relatively short.
But the advantage is that the materials are cheap and easy to make. In addition to shielding consciousness from prying eyes to prevent enemies from escaping, it also has additional useless effects such as sound insulation, odor isolation, and line of sight isolation.
After placing the formation flags, Xu Fei returned to the gate again.
He first hung a guard's identity crystal around his neck, then squatted down and inserted a spring hook and a slender screwdriver into the keyhole and fiddled with it left and right.
In just about five seconds, the iron door opened with a click.
