"it's him?"
"Eighty percent yes."
"The target doesn't look like this." Uriel frowned and looked at the mirror with magic. If they directly observe each other, they will be discovered. After Dalton's reminder, they use mirrors to spy in secret. "Not at all like that."
"In fact, we have never met him at all, how do we know what he looks like?"
Uriel quickly shut up. He realizes that he accidentally revealed information he shouldn't have. "The nightingale selling the whereabouts sent me a photo."
"Photos?" York opened his eyes wide, "Do all the nightingales in Moniantoros provide such good service?"
"That's it. Photos, uh, are used to gain customers' trust and facilitate transactions." Uriel hoped to ignore this topic as soon as possible. "Look, he seems to have caught the pigeon. They are sending a message. Now I think it is him ”
"The nightingale can change its face." Dalton's voice sounded in the shadows. He stepped out of the wall and dropped a bundle of strange implements on the floor. There was no carpet in the room, and the greasy boards creaked. "It's not a difficult trick. If my head was priced at more than a king's ransom, I wouldn't do it openly."
The "personality face" can at best conceal the original identity, but cannot completely change it. Uriel was very interested: "How did he do it?"
"Its upgraded version, 'Self-Shaping'. Many nightingales can only learn the former, because advanced magic requires not only mystery but also professional requirements. But once you master this magic, nightingales will become the most dangerous assassins." Hilton sat down at the table and stared at the mirror. "He can transform into anyone. From his face to his figure, he will be exactly the same, and there will be no flaws in his character or tone." Zhuoer suddenly hesitated. "Maybe it's a legend, but I heard that if the user's disguise can be recognized by the person who is most familiar with the target, he can even recreate part of the target's memory."
York was surprised: "Relive the memory?"
"I just heard about it. The Silent School has studied this. The wizard claims that it is the effect of the magic itself, and the memory comes from the body's carrying. "Self-shaping" can change the muscles and bones to ensure that they are exactly the same as the target's body. The body records Part of it passes, so the user gains memories.”
"Then why does he need the approval of the person he knows best?" Uriel pointed out the loophole.
"Who knows? Maybe it's a mysterious mechanism. The wizard didn't explain it."
"They didn't explain it." York said disdainfully. "If you ask me, I'm afraid they don't understand it themselves. Mystery has no logic. Mechanism? The mysterious profession is the only restriction, and even order must be followed."
Dalton moved his eyes: "Your knowledge is beyond my expectation, Sita."
"That doesn't sound like a compliment."
"Then it's time to rebuild your ears." The night elf said angrily, "That's what I mean."
Uriel ignored their mutual sarcasm. In the mirror, a stranger was playing with a pigeon that flew into the window in the restaurant. The reflection did not affect the magical effect. But even so, he couldn't see how the nightingale could deliver the message. "Is there any other way?" He said casually, "Sita like York can also change her face at will, right?"
"Theta is not common."
"The same goes for you, Drow. If the elemental life is a nightingale, then the face it shows has no identifying value, but usually, we will show people with a fixed face."
"Then you are born to be assassins."
"What? No." York laughed, "You are being stupid, Uriel. I am an assassin?"
"He can only be an assassin in the Twinkle Pool." Dalton pointed out, "Humans don't have orange skin. He looks like a seven-year-old."
"You're almost burnt," York shot back.
"Maybe there will be." Uriel adjusted the angle of the mirror. "At that time, York's face-changing magic will come in handy. Is there no other magic besides this?"
"Others are illusions or lights, blinding methods. However, there are countless mysterious professions, and there must be magic that I don't know about that can completely change the physical appearance."
"There is also 'flesh and blood sewing'" Sauron said. It rarely interrupted recently, perhaps realizing that no matter what it said, Uriel would never change his mind.
"What kind of magic is this?" Neither York nor Dalton had heard of it.
"The tailor's magic." It can control dead objects, including corpses"
"Can you also hide your face?"
"It's just a combination of facial muscles, which is far from reflecting the true effect of this magic. The cutter can recreate the mystery of the string puppet and the professional magic of the other person's life.』
Uriel unconsciously touched the hilt of the sword. The effect of "Knight of Proverbs" is also to replicate magic, but it cannot gain the target's mystery. It was more like he quickly learned new magic through magic spells, and relied on his own magic power and fire to use and control it.
"Oh." York said softly, "I always thought that there was no distinction between professions."
"Most of the time it's like this." Dalton told them, "It's just that there are more and less inheritances. Mysterious professions that can be widely popularized are generally very powerful. They have passed the test of time and are passed down to this day. There are very few powerful and rare professions. , not worth wasting time looking for.”
"Rare professions are not necessarily powerful," Sauron rarely agreed. "It's just that the corresponding magic rarely appears, and people don't have the experience to deal with it." The cutter's 'flesh sewing' is limited by the materials. The corpse is fragile, and stone and metal have no mystery, so it is difficult to choose a suitable one. My master once shattered a giant golem made of a mysterious metal that was as brittle as glass at low temperatures. It’s better to use steel rock.」
"Probably no difference." Uriel muttered, "It's not like he hasn't broken the steel rock before." The guards of the steel rock in the Valley of Sleep knew this very well.
"Emissary Bai encountered the tailor? Was he an assassin?"
Ring scoffed. "I guess he must be a dying assassin who wants to end his sinful and painful life early."
Uriel remembered. I've seen it, in the Church of Gaia in Brumnot. "No. The latter is His Excellency the Ambassador of Qing. That was just an exercise." He didn't know anything about it that time.
"He stood up." Dalton said suddenly.
Suddenly, the three people's attention was focused on the mirror, and the conversation was stopped. The stranger-looking Tedonaradu let go of the pigeon and stood up bored, as if expecting an accident. He shuffled to the door, and there was no trace of him on the mirror. However, when he appeared behind the door again, it was already another stranger. York whistled. "His new look is so fast."
"I've seen this man." Dalton suddenly stood up. He leaned closer to the mirror and took a closer look at the small figure with long knuckles. "Damn it," he whispered, "that bastard turned into another thief, 'Pirate' Galizio."
"Is he waiting for someone to take the bait?" No wonder we can find his traces. After all, there are not many mysterious creatures that can use the magic of "self-shaping", and the church's high-ringed nightingales are even fewer. This was most likely a trap set by Tedonaradu himself.
"That's about it. Should we take action? Or follow?"
Success or failure seems to happen in an instant, yet there is so much to consider when making a decision. Fortunately, Uriel did not have similar troubles. "Just do it." There won't be such a good opportunity next time. "Dalton? Please attract his attention."
"I'm watching again?" York was frustrated.
"It's best not to act rashly until you are qualified as an assassin in the human kingdom. I dare say he is more vigilant now than he was at Orcus Manor."
"He's seen you too, Uriel." Dalton pointed out. "Perhaps I should do it while you draw the fire."
attract? Tedonaradu will turn around and run away. It would be the same for me. Uriel doesn't think the enemy would know anything about them. This trap is obviously not aimed at them. Encountering an unexpected situation that is difficult to deal with will only make the Nightingale leader choose to give up.
But to be honest, Uriel was not absolutely sure of success. This was the lesson he learned at Olsson Manor. The apprentice feels that his skills in stealth and sneak attacks are far inferior to those in frontal combat, while Dalton has rich methods and skillful skills. The messenger taught me so many things, but I didn’t have time to improve on them one by one.
"That's it," he said, "pay attention to the nightingale closing the net. No matter what, don't get hurt."
Tedonaradu played the role of a thief with great devotion. Dressed in a traveler's attire, he walked through the crowded crowds, his eyes occasionally aimed at the wallets of passers-by. A lady passed by and the necklace around her neck disappeared quietly. Like a proper gentleman, the thief made way for her and accepted her polite thanks.
"Don't worry about it." Leader Nightingale replied, and sure enough, even his voice changed. "It's just a small thing. Your earrings are so charming. Are they made of ivory?"
The lady subconsciously turned her head, completely ignoring her neck. "It's just jade. Thank you, sir." She nodded slightly and left quickly. The thief turned around and watched her go away like any appreciative man. Everything is flawless. If I hadn't relied on Tinder to discern the truth in advance, I would never have found him.
The crowd covered Qianli's back, and Nightingale finally turned her face. In the helmet's viewport, their eyes suddenly met. "But the necklace is pearls." Uriel said through his visor. He saw a confused look in the thief's eyes. It’s not like I haven’t learned anything, this thought crossed the apprentice’s mind for some reason.
The fight was uneventful. The stalemate lasted only a few seconds before Dalton's magic dragged his opponent into the shadows. "Pretty smooth." The apprentice concluded.
"No one is catching up?" York couldn't help but ask.
"Perhaps, but it's obviously not for dealing with Dark Elementalists. We have a smooth journey." Dalton answered while sharpening his sword. In order to accommodate the prisoner, the room was even more cramped than before, but he still occupied most of the space as if there was no one around. "Who are you dealing with? You can ask him directly. It doesn't matter anyway."
"Indeed," York muttered. "What's next? Torture?"
"Leave it to our clergy knights. Ordinary torture techniques are probably useless against Church Nightingale."
