Night Crow Master

However, when art was halfway there, he suddenly stopped.

Because his crow servants discovered that all the exits to the castle had been occupied.

Both guards and servants were quietly killed.

If he wants to leave, he has to pass through five to ten enemies who may be as good as the assassin.

It can be understood without thinking that the method of leaving directly can be completely rejected.

Dada -

hearing the sound, Yat immediately hid behind the tall potted plant, and the light changed on his body, making him quickly merge into the shadow of the wall.

And the man at the edge of his vision...

heros was very upset.

When he first met the young man, he rushed forward and tried to solicit.

Who knows that young man is a wizard? I feel more like a bard...

"Damn it, I was laughed at by balan again."

He scratched his head a little impatiently. He was not only a wizard, but also a noble, but also an apprentice of the mercurial count.

In terms of identity, the other party was almost a baron, and even balan could not have succeeded in recruiting Sir Claudio.

After being ridiculed by balan, he didn't want to stay in the banquet hall and ran out.

"Just go back before dinner..." heros whispered to himself, complaining, "damn balan, damned celA gibbon..."

compared with ordinary people, balan's arm is half the length of a small arm, so some people secretly call him celA gibbon.

As he was walking, heros's steps suddenly stopped.

"Well?"

His face was as usual, but his body was still taut.

The restlessness in his heart did not let the outstanding diver relax his vigilance. The strange sense of silence around him made him feel a little alert.

"And the servants?" After a long walk, he didn't see a servant.

Although he was not in the habit of being alert at any time and anywhere, as an excellent mercenary and an excellent diver, he could quickly detect the strange things around him.

This kind of abnormality will alert him immediately.

Although he has become a little nervous by thinking too much recently, he can't be aware of this abnormality so late unless he is in a safe place.

The vicomte's castle is one of the places that he thinks is "absolutely safe".

There was no conflict between the viscount and him. On the contrary, there was an exchange of interests between the two. Although he was not a very friendly ally, the other side could not have the idea of killing him.

And this heavily guarded castle is much safer than the mercenary guild.

Therefore, he didn't think of anything unusual at first.

Now think of it...

"it's a little troublesome..." Hercules sniffed at the unusual smell - he smelled a faint smell of blood.

All of a sudden, the excellent sneaker, who was not very clever in factional struggle, began to pace slowly.

The palm that kept rubbing his waist made him look as if he was dealing with the old problem of waist injury, which was hard to detect his vigilance.

And when he was close to a corner with tall red roses, he vaguely saw a shadow lying behind the potted plants.

The dark red color immediately made him realize what was happening, and his palm moved up to his waist and kneaded it gently.

Kneading on that old belt.

This is an extraordinary item made from the stomach bag of the big mouth wolf. Although it looks like a normal belt, it can hold half the body of a sheep.

Although space props are rare, they can still be obtained by paying some costs for people of his identity.

There's his weapon in it.

Although it takes a few seconds to take it out and you have to bear the weight of the things you're carrying, it's already an excellent storage item.

At this moment, he heard two thuds coming from the corner ten meters away from the left, which sounded like the sound of a stick on the ground.

Heros was on guard at once.

The next moment, he saw a young man come out.

"Mr. heros, I didn't expect to see you here. Do you think it's irritating to talk to the so-called upper class?"

The speaker was one of the sources of heros's agitation, the sir clausedo.

When he thought of the corpse not far away from him, he immediately became alert.

However, at this time, he found that the young man's left hand made several concealed gestures."The enemy." "A lot." "A lot of people died."

This is one of the common communication gestures used by mercenaries. As the vice president of the red rose collar mercenary Association, how could he not recognize this gesture?

Although he still had doubts about this sir Claudio, heros quickly calmed down. He pretended to be helpless:

"Oh, sir laurido, I don't want to deal with those people. You know, when a sentence can be finished, they can start with dozens of sentences."

"No, no, no, Mr. heros, it's the art of language." Arterand said, nodding slightly in his heart. His decision was right. Although the acting skills of the vice president of heros were not very good, at least he was calm enough.

Because of the things in the banquet hall, he labeled the vice president as "reckless" and "not careful enough".

Now it seems that their impression on the other side seems to be a little low.

The language art of bullshit, helos murmured in his heart, but his eyes were fixed on his opponent's hand.

"Export." "The enemy." "A lot."

Many enemies to export? The exit is occupied?

The pupils of heros shrank slightly. He could not imagine that the castle of viscount Rosa would be sealed off quietly.

"All."

Helos also made a gesture and said, "the art of language? What is that? "

The other party gestured and indicated the statement, but what he said, let Yat understand, the other party's words were inquiry.

"All."

Art made the same gesture, saying yes: "the art of nobility."

"This is a headache. I don't know any noble art. I'm just a mercenary."

Heros was really upset, but not because of the aristocratic language art, but because of the message that "all the entrances to the castle are blocked.".

He looked up and looked at the elegant young man in a black tuxedo and walking stick in the distance:

"I wonder, sir Claudio, whether we should go back to the banquet hall, perhaps Viscount Rosa may announce the results of cooperation with various forces in advance."

This time, heros did not sign, and he believed that the other side could hear him.

"I feel the same way." Art replied.

But the pupil of heros, standing opposite him, shrinks again.

Because the gesture of the young man in front of him changed rapidly several times.

"No way." "Danger." "No way." "Danger."

The banquet hall is more dangerous!?

Helos is a bit unbelievable. What is more dangerous than a place with three high-level professionals close to apocalypse?

But when the idea came up, another word came into his mind.

Is it!?

Heros fixed his eyes on the young man not far away, his mouth slightly open, and uttered a word in silence.

This word is not found in the mercenary's communication gestures, so he can only ask in this way.

And his inquiry was answered -

the sir clarido made a positive gesture.

...

"what happened?" The guests of the banquet looked at the servants who appeared around them with some doubts.

"I said, no need..." as one of the three rich merchants of red rose collar, looking at his servant with a tray, he could not help but get a voice.

But before he could finish, a dagger went into his body.

"Er..." the merchant looked at the servant in front of him in disbelief. However, he only saw a pair of dark blue eyes. He was indifferent and indifferent. He didn't look like a person at all.

He covered his chest. The fat on his body didn't stop the blade. Just now the dagger went right through his ribs and into his heart.

Then, he lost his balance, holding on to the long table beside him, and the delicious food which had not yet been eaten was knocked down to the ground.

Blood gushed out of his heart, part of which flowed around his body, and part of it flowed out of his wound and dyed his clothes red.

His physical strength was taken away by blood, and his spirit was infected by the fear of death, which made him lose his strength soon.

And this is a bit of a sudden scene, also let people stare at big eyes.

Seeing someone fall, some women's shrieks also sounded, to let people understand that this is not a funny fall joke, but a real attack.

Barode, who was the steward of the castle, was the first to react, and the old and powerful voice sounded: "catch him!"

However, apart from the two decorative guards in the banquet hall, no guards came in.And the two guards who rushed to the attackers were also quickly cut off their necks by two servants on the way.

Dong -

Dong -

Dong -

the bodies of the two guards fell to the ground, and their necks were almost completely cut off, which made them unable to survive like merchants, and became corpses directly.

And then Viscount Rosa's voice rang out:

"sorry, folks, these people don't look friendly, and I don't remember inviting them."

Hearing the sound, everyone reacted and got on guard.

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However, when art was halfway there, he suddenly stopped.

Because his crow servants discovered that all the exits to the castle had been occupied.

Both guards and servants were quietly killed.

If he wants to leave, he has to pass through five to ten enemies who may be as good as the assassin.

It can be understood without thinking that the method of leaving directly can be completely rejected.

Dada -

hearing the sound, Yat immediately hid behind the tall potted plant, and the light changed on his body, making him quickly merge into the shadow of the wall.

And the man at the edge of his vision...

heros was very upset.

When he first met the young man, he rushed forward and tried to solicit.

Who knows that young man is a wizard? I feel more like a bard...

"Damn it, I was laughed at by balan again."

He scratched his head a little impatiently. He was not only a wizard, but also a noble, but also an apprentice of the mercurial count.

In terms of identity, the other party was almost a baron, and even balan could not have succeeded in recruiting Sir Claudio.

After being ridiculed by balan, he didn't want to stay in the banquet hall and ran out.

"Just go back before dinner..." heros whispered to himself, complaining, "damn balan, damned celA gibbon..."

compared with ordinary people, balan's arm is half the length of a small arm, so some people secretly call him celA gibbon.

As he was walking, heros's steps suddenly stopped.

"Well?"

His face was as usual, but his body was still taut.

The restlessness in his heart did not let the outstanding diver relax his vigilance. The strange sense of silence around him made him feel a little alert.

"And the servants?" After a long walk, he didn't see a servant.

Although he was not in the habit of being alert at any time and anywhere, as an excellent mercenary and an excellent diver, he could quickly detect the strange things around him.

This kind of abnormality will alert him immediately.

Although he has become a little nervous by thinking too much recently, he can't be aware of this abnormality so late unless he is in a safe place.

The vicomte's castle is one of the places that he thinks is "absolutely safe".

There was no conflict between the viscount and him. On the contrary, there was an exchange of interests between the two. Although he was not a very friendly ally, the other side could not have the idea of killing him.

And this heavily guarded castle is much safer than the mercenary guild.

Therefore, he didn't think of anything unusual at first.

Now think of it...

"it's a little troublesome..." Hercules sniffed at the unusual smell - he smelled a faint smell of blood.

All of a sudden, the excellent sneaker, who was not very clever in factional struggle, began to pace slowly.

The palm that kept rubbing his waist made him look as if he was dealing with the old problem of waist injury, which was hard to detect his vigilance.

And when he was close to a corner with tall red roses, he vaguely saw a shadow lying behind the potted plants.

The dark red color immediately made him realize what was happening, and his palm moved up to his waist and kneaded it gently.

Kneading on that old belt.

This is an extraordinary item made from the stomach bag of the big mouth wolf. Although it looks like a normal belt, it can hold half the body of a sheep.

Although space props are rare, they can still be obtained by paying some costs for people of his identity.

There's his weapon in it.

Although it takes a few seconds to take it out and you have to bear the weight of the things you're carrying, it's already an excellent storage item.

At this moment, he heard two thuds coming from the corner ten meters away from the left, which sounded like the sound of a stick on the ground.

Heros was on guard at once.

The next moment, he saw a young man come out.

"Mr. heros, I didn't expect to see you here. Do you think it's irritating to talk to the so-called upper class?"

The speaker was one of the sources of heros's agitation, the sir clausedo.

When he thought of the corpse not far away from him, he immediately became alert.

However, at this time, he found that the young man's left hand made several concealed gestures."The enemy." "A lot." "A lot of people died."

This is one of the common communication gestures used by mercenaries. As the vice president of the red rose collar mercenary Association, how could he not recognize this gesture?

Although he still had doubts about this sir Claudio, heros quickly calmed down. He pretended to be helpless:

"Oh, sir laurido, I don't want to deal with those people. You know, when a sentence can be finished, they can start with dozens of sentences."

"No, no, no, Mr. heros, it's the art of language." Arterand said, nodding slightly in his heart. His decision was right. Although the acting skills of the vice president of heros were not very good, at least he was calm enough.

Because of the things in the banquet hall, he labeled the vice president as "reckless" and "not careful enough".

Now it seems that their impression on the other side seems to be a little low.

The language art of bullshit, helos murmured in his heart, but his eyes were fixed on his opponent's hand.

"Export." "The enemy." "A lot."

Many enemies to export? The exit is occupied?

The pupils of heros shrank slightly. He could not imagine that the castle of viscount Rosa would be sealed off quietly.

"All."

Helos also made a gesture and said, "the art of language? What is that? "

The other party gestured and indicated the statement, but what he said, let Yat understand, the other party's words were inquiry.

"All."

Art made the same gesture, saying yes: "the art of nobility."

"This is a headache. I don't know any noble art. I'm just a mercenary."

Heros was really upset, but not because of the aristocratic language art, but because of the message that "all the entrances to the castle are blocked.".

He looked up and looked at the elegant young man in a black tuxedo and walking stick in the distance:

"I wonder, sir Claudio, whether we should go back to the banquet hall, perhaps Viscount Rosa may announce the results of cooperation with various forces in advance."

This time, heros did not sign, and he believed that the other side could hear him.

"I feel the same way." Art replied.

But the pupil of heros, standing opposite him, shrinks again.

Because the gesture of the young man in front of him changed rapidly several times.

"No way." "Danger." "No way." "Danger."

The banquet hall is more dangerous!?

Helos is a bit unbelievable. What is more dangerous than a place with three high-level professionals close to apocalypse?

But when the idea came up, another word came into his mind.

Is it!?

Heros fixed his eyes on the young man not far away, his mouth slightly open, and uttered a word in silence.

This word is not found in the mercenary's communication gestures, so he can only ask in this way.

And his inquiry was answered -

the sir clarido made a positive gesture.

...

"what happened?" The guests of the banquet looked at the servants who appeared around them with some doubts.

"I said, no need..." as one of the three rich merchants of red rose collar, looking at his servant with a tray, he could not help but get a voice.

But before he could finish, a dagger went into his body.

"Er..." the merchant looked at the servant in front of him in disbelief. However, he only saw a pair of dark blue eyes. He was indifferent and indifferent. He didn't look like a person at all.

He covered his chest. The fat on his body didn't stop the blade. Just now the dagger went right through his ribs and into his heart.

Then, he lost his balance, holding on to the long table beside him, and the delicious food which had not yet been eaten was knocked down to the ground.

Blood gushed out of his heart, part of which flowed around his body, and part of it flowed out of his wound and dyed his clothes red.

His physical strength was taken away by blood, and his spirit was infected by the fear of death, which made him lose his strength soon.

And this is a bit of a sudden scene, also let people stare at big eyes.

Seeing someone fall, some women's shrieks also sounded, to let people understand that this is not a funny fall joke, but a real attack.

Barode, who was the steward of the castle, was the first to react, and the old and powerful voice sounded: "catch him!"

However, apart from the two decorative guards in the banquet hall, no guards came in.And the two guards who rushed to the attackers were also quickly cut off their necks by two servants on the way.

Dong -

Dong -

Dong -

the bodies of the two guards fell to the ground, and their necks were almost completely cut off, which made them unable to survive like merchants, and became corpses directly.

And then Viscount Rosa's voice rang out:

"sorry, folks, these people don't look friendly, and I don't remember inviting them."

Hearing the sound, everyone reacted and got on guard.

"Right? Sertia

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