The Magic Thief Chapter 19:

The most lively gathering in the capital in spring for ordinary people is naturally the Spring Festival held by the students of Andrew College.

Andrew College is the only college in the capital that is not run by the church, so the students here are not subject to various constraints and restrictions like those of the church college.

The Spring Festival is even more fun for them, because the generous college founder, the respected Duke of Auburn, will issue scholarships to the best students on this day.

As for ordinary students, the week before the spring festival happens to be the day when they obtain the study loan, so their pockets during the spring festival are the fullest time of the year.

Another reason is that on the day of the Spring Festival, the Duke of Auburn will also invite many distinguished guests to this gathering that originally belonged to the common people. It is a great time to make a deep impression. For those who are extremely lucky, the Kasuga Festival is the starting point for them to lead to the bright road.

As the most vigorous figure in the capital during the recent period, Ruibo is naturally on the list of invitees.

Andrew College was built as if it were a castle, with a square circle of five-story buildings, enclosing a huge open space in the middle.

This is a simple and unpretentious architectural style. Its advantage is that it not only has the most rooms at the least cost, but also does not need to spend much effort to build a wall. The open space in the center is a wonderful layout as a square. .

The turquoise bricks and gray tiles show that the Duke of Auburn is indeed a pragmatic figure.

Even the layout of the auditorium is not too luxurious. There are talents in the academy who have outstanding talents for art, so the layout here is quite artistic.

The VIP seats in the center and in the front are covered with red carpets, and students’ study works are hung around them. Although these works are not comparable to those famous paintings, in the eyes of Ruibo, maybe some of them are works. In the future, it will also be regarded as a famous painting and collected by people.

There are countless lamp stands extending diagonally around the roof. Hundreds of bright lights illuminate the auditorium. This is far more economical and reasonable than hanging a row of huge lamp panels on the roof.

Ribo glanced at the distinguished guests around him. It was obvious that the real big figures didn't have much interest in attending such gatherings. Most of the invitees just sent a clerk or attendant to act as a representative.

These representatives were obviously only here on orders. They were chatting leisurely, while the students sat down respectfully.

Ribo believes that the students who can sit here must be the best in the academy. Perhaps most of them have far more wisdom and talents than the representatives sitting on the VIP seats.

Ribo is more and more glad that he grew up in Nangang. Obviously, it has more opportunities than that remote small seaport here.

Ribbo felt quite boring sitting with these distinguished guests. He walked up to the Duke of Auburn and said softly: "If you allow me, I want to go around alone."

The Duke of Auburn naturally understands Ribo's thoughts, and in his opinion, it is definitely a great thing for the young heir to Surthburg to have a deeper understanding of his academy.

He immediately agreed to Ribo's request repeatedly.

Leaving the hall through the side door next to him, Rui Boxin took off the exquisite wig cover, the beautiful silver bow tie, and took off his coat. This coat made him look so different from the people around him.

Although the brown-red velvet long-sleeved shirt and the black calfskin hunting vest still show that his identity is solitaryly different from the common people, but at least no one will invite him and the distinguished guests invited by the Duke of Auburn connect together.

Ribo handed over the removed decorations and clothes to the attendant of the Duke of Auburn who was standing at the door.

He straightened out the long lace on the cuffs of his shirt. This thing made him feel very uncomfortable, especially when using a crossbow to shoot an arrow, and in his current situation, he might want it at any time. Use this convenient and powerful weapon.

His other protective weapon is the dagger that is hidden in the pocket on the outside of his right leg, but Ribo can only hope he doesn’t need to use this weapon, because this time all his opponents He is a more sophisticated assassination expert.

Ribo doesn't know if today will be as safe as the previous few times.

What makes him nervous is that the task assigned to him this time is probably the most dangerous since he followed Mr. Hyde and Eckert.

In that precise and meticulous plan, his role is equivalent to bait.

The prey he wants to attract is the top killer in the world second only to Kellle.

But Ribo knows very well that he takes a lot less risk than Eckert.

Eckert’s job is to go to Lomer’s lair, the beach tightly controlled by the underworld king and the island country where his influence is ubiquitous, and to use a lot of money to buy the former allies of Lomer, Let them stand on Mr. Hyde's side.

No one can be sure what Eckert will encounter, maybe it's a glass of poisoned wine, maybe it's a dagger from the dark, maybe it's the famous and improved guillotine in the Kingdom of England.

The only thing Ribo feels relieved is that at least the news that came last night proved that Eckert is still alive.

Perhaps this is entirely due to Mr. Rabel's effective work.

For a whole week, all the passages in the capital to the outside world were tightly blocked. The city center, suburbs, and civilian residential areas were also tightly blocked, and no one could enter or leave at will.

Although such a move will not make Lomer immobile, it at least restricts the free movement of his subordinates.

Along the long corridor and out of the central auditorium, the atmosphere outside is completely different from that in the auditorium.

There is a real sense of spring festival here.

The square was full of people standing in groups of three or five, everyone wearing the best clothes they had.

They either get together and chat, or nervously go through the final rehearsal.

In the corner of the square, those students who are studying painting are gathering together to make portraits of others. Obviously, the beautiful girls here are most loved by these "artists".

In the early spring, a shirt and waistcoat were indeed thinner for Ruibo, but he did not feel the slightest cold when he walked in the crowded crowd.

Ribo squeezed through the crowd and walked towards the door. He could only hope that the slicker Faying would wait there obediently. In fact, most of his life safety now depends on this thief.

When Ribo was beside the steps at the door, he saw the fa-ying brother who was bragging vigorously with the janitor and staring at the pockets of the students walking around, Ribo Feeling relieved.

Brother Faying also saw Ruibo, and he patted the janitor on the shoulder and temporarily left the interesting old man's side.

Pointed to a remote corner, perhaps because it was a place where firewood was piled up as fuel for the spring festival campfire, and no one approached it.

Ribo and Brother Faying hid behind a pile of firewood. Brother Faying looked around with a probe before lowering his voice and said, "Don’t worry, at least so far, I haven’t found any abnormalities. All the brothers have set up. They will help you stare at every suspicious person near here. Once an accident occurs, you will rush out and run into the nest. It is easy to get a horse. There are carriages all around here, you Untie the reins yourself. Kelller said that this is not a problem for you. He taught you how to deal with it."

Speaking of this, Brother Faying looked around again carefully, and after confirming that there was no one, he approached Ruibo's ear and said: "You remember that you must not go to the place where the red smoke is floating. My men will I will show you the way and tell you where there is danger."

"How is Freila preparing?" Riber asked.

"Don’t worry, your women will hide in the tunnel, and the tunnel’s exit will be completely blocked from the inside. Even if you have to dig them out, you can’t do it for a while. By that time, Kyle had already returned with a man and a horse." Brother Faying said disapprovingly: "Don't you still believe the big sister?"

After speaking these French and English brothers left Ruibo and walked towards the gate.

"Be careful yourself." Ribo said.

Brother Faying did not answer. He raised his hand into his trouser pocket, and when he took it out, he held a crossbow similar to the one owned by Ribo in his palm.

Brother Faying shook the crossbow in his hand and walked away.

Ribo is relieved now. He believes this is Mr. Hyde's arrangement. All these crossbows must be made by skilled craftsmen in Nangang.

……

In the sturdy building of the Legal Affairs Department headquarters, officials walked in and out of the busy place. On the square outside the door, three legal department guard brigades were waiting in full and heavy armor.

Everyone who saw this scene knew that another big event would happen in the capital.

For two consecutive days, the Legal Affairs Department dispatched a large number of guards to raid the capital. Yesterday, it was a civilian residential area in the northern suburbs that was hit. The day before yesterday, it was a few shops in the west.

No one of the captains of the guards at all levels knows where they will go today, let alone what fate awaits them. Although the raids yesterday and the day before yesterday were smooth, but the two previous games failed. And the record-breaking death toll made all the guards and soldiers frightened.

Everyone here has made up his mind not to be at the forefront of the team.

In fact, although there were no accidents in the actions yesterday and the day before yesterday, compared with the two actions not long ago, they lacked confidence this time, because this action did not mobilize the "Paladins".

The only reinforcement was the personal bodyguard of the scary-looking heir to Surthburg.

A luxuriously decorated director’s office was built on the top floor of the Legal Department building. The office, which is always empty, is rarely packed with people today.

The officials gathered here are all in charge of a key department in the Legal Department, and they are urgently drawing up an action plan.

The goal of the offensive was told to them two hours ago. The guards had just assembled half an hour ago, and the action will officially begin in half an hour, but there are still many details that have not been determined.

The staff officers stood in front of the long table. They kept circling the map and writing incomprehensible marks.

The King’s "loyal dog", Mr. Labelle, was overseeing the plan. He made the plan himself, but he also knew that all of this was just an illusion.

The target of the attack this time was a small town in the outer suburbs of the city. This is the result of the Law Department's netting in all directions for a month. A total of five suspicious targets have been discovered one after another.

But Labelle knew very well that in all likelihood, these strongholds were the result of Lomel deliberately leaking information to them.

Watching the staff gradually fill in all the details of the plan, Labelle walked towards the side door.

The side door is extremely heavy and is made of the finest wooden boards. It is also wrapped in thick cowhide to ensure that it fits the door frame tightly. No one can eavesdrop on the conversation inside.

This inner chamber is extremely tightly sealed, and mysterious spells are painted around to ensure that magical power cannot penetrate this place.

The top officer of the Legal Affairs Department is sitting on the sofa, beside him is the bodyguard who is scared even by people like Rabel who are accustomed to seeing all kinds of bad guys.

Label knows exactly who this bodyguard is, and the Legal Department has been speculating that there is such a figure next to the Lord Hyde.

Behind the Marquis of Faroer stood another figure with an indifferent expression.

Label has to admit that these excellent killers are indeed like works out of a mold, and Dak’s look is indeed very similar to that of the unknown bodyguard.

"Have you found the worm again?" Rabell asked.

"Yes, this time one has been added." The assassin leader of the special agency and the royal family said blankly.

"It's a pity that they still can't be captured." Marquis Faroul said with a sigh.

"Now there is no need to be stunned. After all, we have to thank them for passing the false news to Lomer for us." Labelle said with a smile.

"The world is really unpredictable. I didn't expect that I trusted and valued them so much. These guys actually betrayed me." Marquis Faroul sighed again and shook his head.

"You don’t need to blame yourself. His Majesty the Fifth didn’t say that anyone can be bought off as long as the method is correct, but it’s easier for some people." Labelle said indifferently, "What’s more, compared with the Bosciali family. , What are those people? I’m really surprised that such a cautious figure of the Marquis de Bochali dared to commit such a crime. He should be very clear about His Majesty’s treatment of the family of the Marquis of Dehuiner. The family of the Marquis of Dehuiner was due to treason. All the crimes were punished by fire, and even a three-year-old baby could not be spared."

"We don’t have to speculate about their behavior. Perhaps Her Majesty the Queen will forgive the Bosciali family and some of her relatives. At least it can save the poor old Marquis from being on the firewood. After being barbecued, maybe the benevolent majesty will give him a rope, or let the guillotine that is about to rust reactivate." Marquis Faroul said with a smile.

"When will we attack the mansion of the Marquis de Poxiali?" Marquis Faroul asked impatiently.

"Wait until Lomer starts to attack." Kelller said, without a trace of emotion in his tone.

"Don't you worry about the accidents of your companions and our esteemed Count Meding? The plan to let Count Meding act as a bait is crazy." Marquis Faroul said while shaking his head.

"Each of us has our own work to complete, and everyone's work is quite dangerous." Kelller said coldly.

"As long as our timing is quite accurate, no one will be in any danger. The guards will attack the five strongholds. Considering the low morale of the guards, I am afraid that even if the attack on these Lomers was originally It will also be a long battle to give up the stronghold."

"But the real duty of the **** is to isolate the streets so that Lomell cannot mobilize people at will. Although I don’t know how Earl Medin and Mr. Eckert can be sure that once you, Mr. Bodyguard, join the battle, Lommel would attack the house of Count Medin and the Count of Medin himself, but I believe in the judgment of both of them that they are the most outstanding strategists I have ever seen. As long as Mr. Die leaves Lomer’s side, it will be The moment we attacked the residence of the Marquis de Boxiali, it was a pity to destroy the famous garden in the capital, but it seems that we have to do this." Labelle told his plan in accordance with Kellle's meaning.

"I don't see the necessity of letting Count Medin risk the bait." Marquis Faroul asked puzzledly.

This time, Mr. Dac, the royal killer standing behind him, expressed his opinion: “The necessity is to prevent Mr. Die from disappearing into the vast sea of ​​people. For people in this industry, there is often only one chance to attack. Once they fail, they will retreat immediately. The only exception is that the other party is the same character as us, and leaving the back to another killer is the biggest taboo in our industry. "

"Since that Mr. Die can successfully assassinate the Paladin Monstock, does Ribo have a way to deal with such an extremely dangerous person?" asked the Marquis of Farrul.

"He is a magician." Kyle said calmly. Only he knows Ribo's real secret. He has a weapon in his hand that can make him invincible. In the past week Kyle spent most of his time on letting his disciples truly master this powerful and deadly weapon.

"Now I have only one question, do you think Lomer will attack today?" Marquis Faroul asked, his eyes scanned at everyone.

"The decision is in Lommel's hands. All we have to do is to be ready at any time." Kelller said, still showing no expression on his face.

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Ribo leisurely shuttles among the students in Andrew College. Those students regard Ribo as the little servants around the nobles who have been invited to serve as distinguished guests, because Ribo's age fits this status very well.

For Ruibo, listening to the students' talk can relieve the tension in his heart.

Most of the topics discussed are related to literature and art, and this is not what Ribo is good at. He really does not have time to read those popular novels and classic poems. Although Eckert taught him how to be arty and how to be He didn't show his feet in front of him, but in a short period of time, after all, he couldn't make a young man who rarely had the opportunity to read a book to become a rich aristocratic scholar.

Most of the topics that arouse his interest are related to the experiences of the students from various places. The students studying in this college are not limited to the vicinity of the capital.

However, for Ruibo, who is used to the legendary experiences of Mr. Hyde and Mr. Du Milière, the experience of these students can only make him feel novel and interesting.

While Ruibo was strolling leisurely, he suddenly saw the Count Manfel on the opposite side walking straight towards here.

The surrounding students bowed respectfully to the Lord Earl.

"Dear Mr. Ribo, is your impression of this college okay?" Count Manfil asked with a smile.

The students around looked curiously at the noble boy in front of him. Everyone was wondering what kind of big man this boy was, and even the respected Lord Manfil also regarded him as you.

Hearing the earl of Manfel directly calling his name, Ribo remembered the agreement with the earl, he smiled and said: "Mr. Hefa, this is the most brilliant achievement I have ever seen. One of them."

"Your praise makes me feel honored. Both my father and I hope to increase investment in the college." Count Manfil said.

Hearing these words, there was a burst of cheers around, and the cheerfulness of the students seemed to have suddenly doubled in the festive atmosphere.

"My father and I both hope to give the students a better education and pave a broader road for their future." Earl Manfil once again caused a wave of cheers.

"What makes me most distressed is that although my father and I have tried to reduce the burden on the students, there are still many people who are unable to continue their studies. For this, my father has more than enough energy." To say.

"I admire the generosity of the Duke of Auburn, and I will try my best to help as far as I can." Ribo said, saying this is somewhat perfunctory, because Ribo knows that he has no right to mobilize Mr. Hyde’s wealth, although he also knew very well that if he made such a request, neither Mr. Hyde nor Eckert would refuse.

"With all due respect, it seems to me that one thing may be added, which may alleviate the troubles of the Duke of Auburn." Ribo said.

The Earl of Manfil immediately asked with interest: "Please give me your advice."

"If you add a carriage between the college and the city at the entrance of the college, students will have a lot of opportunities. You must admit that it is a bit of a distance from the capital, and although the carriage is not expensive, if If you have to pay such a fare every day, the accumulation of time is also a big number." Ruibo said.

Hearing this, Earl Manfil nodded again and again, this was indeed something he had never thought of.

"Of course, the free carriage can also be used for other purposes. As long as there is a free carriage, the citizens of Frank will be happy to come to this remote place. Of course, the premise is that there are factors that attract them. , Such as low-priced goods, or exquisite artwork used to decorate the family, the land price here is very cheap, and hiring students as employees can solve some of the students’ difficulties in life, plus if they are operating daily necessities by the way, the students here You can save a little bit of living expenses. I think the Duke of Auburn and Your Excellency will not let the profiteers who squeeze the students' meager assets exist." Ruibo slapped his fingers as usual and said to himself.

The people next to them opened their mouths in surprise, and some of them had even guessed the true identity of the noble boy in front of them.

In fact, the name of only one young man in the capital of Norwegian University has been proclaimed by the world, and the most amazing thing about this talented young man is his outstanding business acumen.

"If the Duke of Auburn is willing to do this, I can help contact businesses around the world, and even ask the Marquis of Faroul to do some work. Now he needs the accounting proficient in arithmetic and the analysis with a unique perspective. Expert." Ribo continued.

"Ah! I am sure that you are the angel sent by God the Father to help these students. You have brought hope and a bright future to all the people here." Count Manfil said with enthusiasm.

The wisdom of the little heir of Searthburg means that no one knows better than the Lord Earl. These simple words mean unimaginable wealth.

Compared with what he had originally imagined, the harvest now is obviously much richer. Compared with a huge amount of money, the advice given by the young heir of Searthburg is much more precious.

There was a cheer all around again, and this time the cheers were even more deeply admired.

For Ruibo, all this has already made him feel accustomed to it, and he doesn't even have the pride and pride that he used to feel.

Earl Manfell was about to ask the genius boy in front of him for more advice, trying to dig out some precious wealth from the boy’s mind, when suddenly he found the look of the little heir of Searthburg Becoming extremely dignified and serious, the chilling light flashing in the eyes of the little heir of Surthbourg was filled with a strong and insoluble spirit of murder.

However, Earl Manfil knew that this talented and terrifying young man was not aimed at him. The young man's head turned slightly and looked at an unknown place on the far right.

Immediately afterwards, the Earl of Manfel also heard a slight whistle from that direction. The whistle seemed to come from a very distant place, intermittently almost inaudible.

Although he didn't know what it meant, the Earl of Manfil felt a strong breath of danger.

Just as he was about to ask the young heir of Searthburg about how to deal with it, the Lord Earl was stunned to find that the young heir of Searthburg had disappeared without a trace.

Ribbo went through the crowd and walked towards the back of the academy. The seriousness of the situation did not allow him to have any optimistic thoughts.

Almost at the same time, red smoke rose from all sides of the academy, which made Ruibo horrified.

Because for killers and assassins, encirclement is not their preferred method of action. Ambushes and sneaking to the target to initiate a fatal blow are their specialties.

However, Ribo can roughly guess the reason for the opponent's abnormal behavior, maybe it is because of his walking around that they lost their goal.

The reason why Ruibo didn’t walk towards the door was because he saw that the little thief, Faying, also didn’t escape from the door. This slippery guy suddenly got into the crowd. Obviously He saw a sign at the door that made him feel dangerous.

Ribo believes in the instincts of Brother Francois, because Kyle told him that a good thief is as sensitive to danger as a good killer.

Across the corridor, Ribo broke into a classroom. There was no one in the classroom. Ribo looked around, searching for every corner where he might escape in the way Kelller taught him.

Like most schools where civilians can afford, the light here is dim, and the windows are made as thin and long as possible. Naturally, the light that can pass through is limited. This is because the classroom windows have no glass. For civilian schools It’s too expensive, and the windows are too wide to keep out the wind and rain. The same structure is to prevent thieves from entering. Although there is nothing that can be stolen in the classroom, even if a chair is lost, it’s for a civilian school. It is not a small loss.

There is a fireplace on the wall near the podium. This is the only guarantee for the students to continue learning in the cold winter. It is also one of the main sources of light in the classroom. Ruibo looked at the fireplace and considered whether Can escape from here.

Looking up to the window, Ruibo gently opened the blinds, those carefully trained eyes by Kelller only glanced at a lot of dangers. Five or six big men stood there, all of them carrying clubs. And axe.

But the truly dangerous characters are all hiding in the shadows in the corners. Obviously they are the same characters as themselves.

Ribo even saw one of them clearly. What made him feel horrified was that the guy carried a short bow in his hand, which was a deadly weapon.

Ribo will never forget the escape training that Kelller conducted for him. There is nothing more terrifying and frightening for a killer and assassin than the sound of bowstrings ringing behind him.

Now Ribo finally understands why the opponent adopted the tactics of encirclement. Obviously the figure who competed with Mr. Hyde for the dominance of the dark world also understands the magic of money.

It's just that what he bought was not the thieves in the lair, but the gangsters, thugs and smugglers in the capital.

Although these people are definitely not in Ribo's eyes on weekdays, when there are dangerous killers hidden in the shadows behind them, the situation is completely different.

Ribo deeply regrets their miscalculations, and the current situation is beyond their expectations.

Although Ribo had imagined using magic to kill these guys one by one, he immediately rejected the idea.

In this situation, the inexplicable fall of two or three killers will surely make others guess what happened.

As a magician, everyone in the capital is already familiar with it.

The distribution of opponents also made it difficult for Ribo to catch them all at once. In any case, these guys must be brought together, and Ribo's brain began to work quickly.

He got out of the classroom and walked upstairs.

Andrew College is a ring-shaped five-story building, for ordinary people, falling from the roof is undoubtedly dead.

Because of this, all the students on the square exclaimed when they saw the little heir of Searthburg standing on the roof.

No one guessed why the little heir of Searthburg would do this until everyone saw five or six gangsters with hideous appearances and armed weapons climbing on the roof.

Ribo avoided the outside of the eaves and ran towards the gangster who was closest to him. He didn't want to be killed by the deadly arrow hiding in the corner.

The gangster opened the frame with a sharp axe in his hand, and he secretly delighted in his heart that he would be lucky enough to get the huge appreciation promised by Lomel.

This arrogant gangster doesn't think he will lose in the battle, because the difference in size is obvious.

Just as the gangster rounded his arms with complacency and was about to split the young heir of Thurthburg from the center, suddenly a few tiles flew toward him with the right foot kicked by the young man.

The gangster had to protect his face with his arms. He never expected that this most natural reaction would kill him.

A sharp dagger slashed lightly across his throat.

Watching the corpse roll down with large chunks of tiles, Ribo let out a long sigh.

It seems that I have not forgotten the skills Kellle taught.

The other thing that made him feel gratified was that, as he expected, the death of the first guy did have a huge impact on the gangsters.

Obviously, these street thugs cannot be called true desperadoes, and there are still fears and fears in their hearts.

Ribo rushed towards the second man, and when he got close to his opponent, he repeated his tricks again.

The second person obviously learned the previous lesson. He squatted down and lowered his body to avoid the oncoming tiles.

Ribo suddenly turned to the right of the man, which was close to the ridge of the roof, which seemed to be condescending.

The man turned around quickly, but this hastily made him stand unsteadily. The man stepped backwards to stabilize his body, but what made him panic was that the tiles were moving towards him again this time. Fly oncoming.

Almost subconsciously, he lowered his body, but this time he was not as lucky as the last time. A large tile on the soles of his feet had just been slashed down the slope.

A string of screams sounded, and suddenly there was a muffled hum, and everything became quiet again.

The gangsters felt even more panic. Now they finally understand why this young man ran to the roof. Considering his weight, this is indeed a very suitable battlefield for him.

The third gangster turned his head and ran when he saw the little heir of Surthburg running towards him.

But he has obviously forgotten one thing, showing his back to a killer is tantamount to sharing his life with death.

Another corpse fell from the roof, and this time an arrow was firmly nailed to the back of his neck.

Every corpse falling on the square caused the students to cry out in fear.

This is a terrible scene they have never seen before.

But no one is willing to give up this opportunity, to give up this opportunity to watch the real **** killing scene.

Although the young heirs of Surthburg are all disadvantaged in terms of size and number.

Compared with those gangsters, the little earl is simply facing the weak antelope of a group of fierce wolves in isolation and helplessness.

But the one who is addicted to the killing in the eyes of the students is not the wolf, but the antelope.

Seeing this young man is like dancing a light waltz with beautiful music, using the high roof of the college as the most expansive stage, showing a stunning and perfect killing with almost light dance. skill.

Those killing techniques that make people think about it and feel creepy are so elegant and beautiful in the hands of this young man, as if this itself is an exquisite work of art, a cruel and **** taste. Artwork.

This is a waltz with a gentle melody, but the player is a messenger of death.

This is an elegant and gorgeous court dance, but the performer is a cruel and cruel killer and his corpses.

A few months ago, many people in the capital were still speculating that this young man was a true heir to the earl with noble blood, or a most successful liar.

But now everyone standing on the square watching this **** and elegant scene with their own eyes has no doubt about the aristocratic blood of this young man.

Because even the slightest suspicion seems so stupid and ridiculous, even if it takes the lives of others while maintaining an elegant manner, it would be hard to imagine such a killer without a noble lineage.

But another deep question suddenly appeared in everyone's mind. Where did the pure aristocratic blood that this young man possessed came from? Is it the human world or the terrible demon world that no one has ever seen exists only in imagination.

Maybe this young man is a descendant of a nobleman in the demon world.

Just as everyone was deeply shocked by this **** killing full of grace and beauty, suddenly someone exclaimed again, because the young man was swiftly running through the drainage under the eaves at a light pace. On the tube.

Ribo also knows that this is quite risky, but he really does not want to be flanked. His opponents obviously intend to use encirclement to avoid their casualties.

But what panicked Ruibo the most was that he suddenly saw a horrible figure appeared among the gangsters climbing on the roof, and he had to escape from this dangerous place before the other assassin could attack.

Just as Ribo was about to reach the other side of the eaves, he suddenly felt loose under his feet and the drain pipe slid to the outside.

Behind Ruibo, a gangster screamed and desperately saw his body leaning toward the square. He was regretting his stupid behavior. He had forgotten the difference between his weight and that boy.

A dull "bang" sound rang at Ruibo's feet, but Ruibo's condition was not much better.

Although he grabbed the eaves and didn't fall off, a gangster who rushed towards him was obviously threatening his life.

Ribo picked up the bottom tile in his hand, and a lot of tiles slipped down the roof. The gangster who rushed to the ground never expected to encounter such a thing. His reaction was obviously far away. Not comparable to the falling tiles, the screams once again sounded on the roof.

Seeing that the little heir of Searthburg elegantly got rid of two gangsters, and the killing of these two people did not even make the young killer stain his hands with the slightest blood, and everyone below was shocked again. call.

But Ribo felt that the situation was very bad, because he had already seen the real killer climb up the roof and drew his bow and arrow at him. The sharp arrow was already on the bowstring.

Ribo swayed back and forth twice, jumped onto the corridor on the fifth floor, and immediately hid behind the guardrail without waiting for his body to stand firmly.

As he expected, an arrow hit his cheek and hit the opposite wall. If he was a little slower just now, the arrow would hit him.

Although he escaped the deadly arrow, Ribo knew that he was far from being out of danger.

The gangsters will outflank him from both sides, and this time it will be a face-to-face battle, and the situation is extremely unfavorable for him.

Ribo took out his wand, which was already filled with psychedelic liquid.

He spread the fog of hallucinogen over the doorway and corridor as quickly as possible, and then retreated to a corner of the classroom. Now he finally has time to perform another kind of magic.

Seeing the gangsters rushing into the classroom one after another fell to the ground, Ribo felt very pleased that what the teacher taught him was indeed a very convenient magic.

This layer of fog has won him the most precious thing, and that is time.

Looking up to the window, Ribo glanced at the situation underneath, just as he expected.

The killers lurking in the corner, in order to better grasp the opportunity to attack him, came out one after another, and they gathered under the window.

Ribo chanted the spell, and the magic wand stretched out from the gap of the blinds, and a drop of liquid fell from the high window to the ground in silence, and it also turned into silently. A large cloud of fog that is hard to detect by ordinary people.

It took a while for Ribo to carefully open the window and look down, and saw that the street was full of fallen assailants.

Ribo is very satisfied with this result, but he knows that he is not out of danger.

Ribo hid in the darkest corner of the classroom and began to chant another spell.

After reading the last divine text, Ruibo has already felt his own change.

His hands disappeared suddenly, as if dissolved in nothingness.

Looking at the wall beside him, the sun shines unimpeded there, and the shadow that has always accompanied him now disappears without a trace.

Ribo was very satisfied with all this in front of him. The magic circle really worked. Now he has disappeared, disappeared from the eyes of the world.

This kind of magical power will always hang over him, unless an accident happens to stop his meditation completely.

Ribo believes that his mastery of meditation is far above that of any other magician.

Even a powerful wizard like his teacher Massek cannot maintain a meditative state at any time like himself, and is not affected by any accidents around him.

This kind of talent does not come from the teaching of Teacher Masek, but from Kellner's strict training.

Putting on a pair of strange gloves, Ribo climbed onto the window sill.

He tried his best to squeeze out his body from the narrow window.

The sharp steel hooks extending from the fingertips of the gloves and the fine barbs on the palms make it easy for Ribo to cling to the wall like a gecko.

Ribo climbed down cautiously, he had to avoid the mist made by his own hands, which was also fatal to him himself.

The gangsters who rushed to the fifth floor believed that the danger lurked before them.

When they saw the bodies of many intruders piled high on the ground, these gangsters felt terrified, and they suddenly remembered the rumors about the little earl.

There is a saying in the capital that the young man they are going to deal with is a magician who is proficient in curses.

Apparently now this young man is planning to use the special power he possesses to get rid of all his opponents.

Compared with the mysterious curse, Lomel's promised reward and his power are nothing at all, and some of the gangsters began to waver.

Furthermore, with the noise of the noisy brass horn blowing in the distance, the number of disturbed people rapidly increased.

The **** of the Legal Affairs Department is about to arrive. Unlike Lomer’s killers, the escorts of the Legal Affairs Department are quite important in the eyes of these gangsters.

The fierce battle was unfolding on the street outside the academy. Lomer obviously had everything set up. The killers occupies the most advantageous position. Although their numbers were small, they made it difficult for the guards to move.

These assassins knew very well that the first goal of their trip had failed. Once the little earl cast his magic, he was already invincible.

For the killers, all they have to do now is to attract the attention of the guards as much as possible, because the real battlefield is in another place.

……

In another place in the outskirts of Frank, the legal department's guards were cleaning the battlefield. The fact that such a large and complicated tunnel was dug under this abandoned warehouse really surprised them.

In order to occupy every section of the tunnel, the Law Department’s guards paid a considerable price. Eleven officers and soldiers were killed in the attack, and there were more than 20 wounded.

But the harvest is equally rich. There are more than 70 people in the tunnel, and nearly one-third are directly under Lomel.

Covered his nose with his hands to block the nauseating smell of blood mixed with mold and rot as much as possible, kicked the body of a smuggler in the tunnel with his foot, and the Marquis of Faroul sighed and said: "We forgot these guys. I thought they were afraid to get on the thief ship of Lomer, but now it seems that guy persuaded these people."

"Perhaps because of our first two fiascos, the ghosts and snakes in the capital are full of confidence in Lomer." Labelle said.

"Is it time for us to give back to Mr. Lommel?" Lord Marquis asked.

"I am afraid that the time has not yet arrived. Although Mr. Lommel sent a killer to attend the event held by the Duke of Auburn, his most powerful killer has not yet been dispatched. Maybe he is not ready to attack the earl’s mansion. "Labelle said.

Suddenly, the frankincense pot held by the priest standing next to him burst into a burst of green smoke, and the refreshing aroma permeated the entire tunnel, driving away the smell of blood and mold.

"Ha—it seems to be worth the wait. Our old friend finally couldn’t stand his temper." The Marquis of Faroul almost jumped up with excitement, the floating frankincense is also a signal at the same time. The archbishop sent the best pastor to deliver the message for them, and the Director of Law said happily: "Label, please hurry up and inform our friend with extraordinary skill. Now it's finally time to do it."

"He has learned the news, and has already set off." From the darkness in the distance, there was a cold voice without a hint of warmth.

Following the sound of footsteps that were almost inaudible, the killer from the royal family appeared like a demon. He was wiping a short sword in his hand with a rag. The rag was covered with It's blood.

"Are the assholes?" Marquis Faroul raised Yang's eyebrows and asked.

"One of them is very clever, and they seem to have some kind of effective method of communicating with each other." The royal commissioned killer said blankly.

"Did you leak any news?" Rabell asked.

"Unless Lomer bought the moths not just these few, otherwise I can guarantee that Lomer will definitely not realize that he is in danger now." The royal commissioner's killer said coldly.

"I just want to wish your respected colleague, I wish him a happy hunting, presumably hunting the old fox Lomer must be quite exciting." Marquis Faroer smiled happily, but he soon found his side These few people did not respond to his humor.

Master Marquis shrugged and said, "Then let us finish our own work. Has the road from Franck to other places been completely blocked?"

"All the blockades have been completed, and even the places with no roads are closely guarded by a guard soldier every ten meters." Labelle solemnly reported.

"Are our magician friends ready to fulfill their promise?" Marquis Faroul asked again.

Labelle and the royal commissioned killer looked at each other. This was a question that they couldn't answer.

No one knows if the Magic Association will really stand by them.