At night in the guest house, it was rare for someone to have no bed partner by his side. Because today I am playing a drunkard who is drunk to the point of unconsciousness. Regardless of whether the elf sees through it or not, of course it saves the effort of pimping, and Lin is happy and relaxed. After all, getting 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 is also the case. Once someone is put on the bed, lying on a comfortable bed with a soft pillow, someone will soon pretend to be asleep and actually fall asleep.
In the middle of the night, several uninvited guests came to the guest house. They did not disturb other guests or guest house employees, but followed familiar routes, heading in a specific direction, and finally stopped in front of Lin's door.
The guest house door magic lock made by elves is definitely a nightmare for all thieves. But for visitors, unlocking is a piece of cake. As soon as his hand passed by, the door lock opened.
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 their target. One person confirmed the Kingdom's letter tucked away in a silk bundle on the desk; one person confirmed the location of the magician, and another ensured an escape route in case of emergency.
After confirming the situation, the three of them did not make any unnecessary moves, but gathered together to confirm each other. They communicated in Elvish language in inaudible voices:
'What about the magician? '
'Both eyes were closed. '
'Where's the letter? '
'It's exactly where the intelligence 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 abide by the sneaking rules of walking in the dark as much as possible and keeping his body low to reduce the possibility of being discovered. He didn't even pay much attention to the sound of his own footsteps. It also made noises 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 a place like this. He said: 'Follow the original plan. After taking away the letter, we left from our position outside the window. Don't do other unnecessary things. '
'What do you mean by superfluous things? The frivolous man walked to someone's bedside, looked at the defenseless sleeping face, and said, "This is still a magician." If he is easily touched by me, taking his life is just a matter of a thought on my part. Maybe, I should make some preparations for my title of Killer God? '
Just like the Dharma Saint is to the magician, the Killer God is the highest honorary title for assassins. One of the conditions for achieving the seal is to assassinate the magician 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 that walks in darkness. So when the leader picked up the letter, the young elf was eager to give it a try.
It was too late, but it was too soon. The young elf drew out the dagger quickly. Before the other two companions could stop him, the whole room fell into a different kind of darkness. Countless white rays of light criss-crossed, cutting those with evil intentions into countless pieces of meat, and their flesh and blood was scattered all over the ground.
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 wasn't until they escaped a considerable distance that the two people, still frightened, stopped and gasped for air. The leader even complained about his subordinate who confirmed the magician's condition, saying: 'Both eyes are closed? Why do you think confirming just two is enough? '
'Ah, boss, on your hand...'
The two elves looked at the letter from the Kingdom of Pyat Jaime that they forgot to put back in the leader's hand. The two bared their teeth and gasped. What should we do with this hot potato now? No matter what, they didn't want to see that weird magician again. The death of the dead elf was really miserable. Who knows what will happen to them after they return.
On the second underground floor of the Military Department of the Kingdom of Armenia is the most mysterious intelligence office in the entire kingdom. The two people who survived followed the principle of emergency evacuation 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 are many elves walking here, they just hide their traces. Some are hiding in dark rooms with no visible door, each doing work that should not be revealed to each other.
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 asked: 'You have failed. What's going on? '
'Elder, we have not completely failed. We brought this back. 'The leading elf took out the letter from the Kingdom of Payat Jaime and spread it flat on the table. Because the situation was urgent at the time, the letter was slightly wrinkled by his grip.
But 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 something good? 'The belatedly arriving fat elf, Wildwalk Futeng, walked in from another secret door. He didn't know what was going on. When he saw what was on the table, he naturally said happily: "Isn't this a perfect completion of the task?" What's there to be unhappy about? '
'They were exposed and lost a man's hand. 'The old elf poured a bucket of cold water on his face and said.
Understanding the meaning behind this sentence, Wildwork Fu Teng's expression immediately fell and asked: 'What's going on? Explain the entire process clearly. 'It was then that he discovered that the stolen letter was not in perfect condition. Even they would have to work hard to find a way to restore this thing to its original state.
The two elves who escaped told each other their experiences in detail. Of course, it also includes the person who died, whose body is not available and cannot 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. '
'rumor? What rumors? Is there anything I'm missing? ' asked Wildwork Futen.
'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 the kind of treatment only a Dharma Saint with a magic tower would receive. It is beyond my comprehension to use it on a white-bodied magician. According to rumors, the reason why the Thieves Guild did this was because there were at least 300 people who had received a bounty on the assassination of the magician and were missing. It is speculated that he was most likely killed at the hands of the magician or the lich following him. Among them were at least two master assassins who had received 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 further progress. '
'So, you actually ignored such important news! And they delivered it to your door stupidly! ’ Wildwork Fuerten showed a completely different look from his honest appearance during the reception, and said angrily.
'You asked for it, and the rumors are so exaggerated. Anyone who listens to it will only regard it as a joke at the wine table. How can they believe it? ’ the old elf tried to argue.
'But, now it seems that those rumors are not exaggerated 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 cut the kingdom's standard magic equipment, including people, into tiny pieces, leaving no resistance. If you people are the elites that the kingdom relies on, and you make things like this, I will be very disappointed. Tell me, is there anything exaggerated that I should know, but you just treat it as a joke. '
The old elf, who was scolded by a junior, had a sullen face, dissatisfied and said nothing. A pair of sharp eyes glared at the fat elf, but the other party stared back without any fear. The old and the young, who belong to different units and have different status, are in tit-for-tat confrontation.
It was so painful to be caught between an old man and a young man, but they were inherently close to the old man, and they also had to clean up the mess in front of them, so 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 decisively gave instructions, saying: "There is still time before dawn, so send someone back to deal with the aftermath." According to what you said, the rookie was attacked only after he drew his weapon. Until then, nothing happened. In other words, everyone who goes there, please pay close attention to your weapons. Don't collect corpses for one person instead of two. As for this letter...'
The old elf didn't think about it for long and said: 'Find someone who specializes in repairing it. 'At the same time, prepare to use magic to unlock the fire paint seal of the letter.
When Wildwork Fuerten saw that the other party was about to open the letter, he did not stop him, but he did not express his approval either. 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 has already lost a man, even though he is just a rookie. If you don't think of a way to get some chips back, then you are really sorry for holding this letter in your hands.
The lacquer seal on the national letter will be a big difficulty for ordinary people. But for an official intelligence organization like them, it can only be regarded as routine. In addition, the letter was sealed in a very formal way, without any additional trap design, so the old elf quickly opened the letter, and he also used a method that could 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.
