Night Crow Master

When art's experience slot rose twice, no one appeared in front of him.

It seems that the enemies upstairs are far away.

Having made his judgment, Yat moves on.

In his memory, the study is located on the first floor.

But he did not think that Viscount Rosa's study was only the one on the first floor.

The last time he saw the Viscount Rosa, he found that there were a few books in that study....

even compared with that of the former Viscount Claudio.

He didn't think that Viscount Rosa was not interested in collecting books. Even if he did, his eyes narrowed. It was more likely that there was a study on other floors, or... With the "treasure room"?

He reached out his hand, supported the wall, and slowly moved on toward the other side of the corridor.

"Go."

Art's hand moved slightly, and a crow servant flew by.

Just then --

whew --

the arrow broke through the air, and a crossbow arrow passed under the wings of the crow servant, carrying a few feathers and a few drops of blood.

As soon as art's eyes congealed, the dark light and shadow surged on his body, merging him with the surrounding walls.

Without careful observation, it is difficult to find his figure.

Not long after Yat's hiding, a man with a sword and dressed as a guard comes up. He looks at the crow that flies and dodges. His eyes flit around and passes through Yat's hidden corner.

"No He turned and said.

"Get rid of that crow, or you'll get rid of it." Another voice came out.

"I see." The guard not far away nodded.

There should be only two people.

One of them was holding his stick, and he was holding his hand slightly.

He needs to be more cautious. He has spent a lot of physical strength and little strength left after several successive battles.

It's not a game.

"Hoo --"

take a deep breath. Yat slightly sidesteps his line of sight and only looks at the enemy with the remaining light. In case the sight makes the other party alert in advance, it will be in trouble.

And the "guard" after listening to the words of his companions, holding a long sword, walked towards the crow who was "startled".

Just then, as if he had noticed something, he suddenly turned his head and looked at art's hiding place.

At the moment of eye contact, he felt a chill. The seemingly ordinary shadow seemed to wriggle, just like countless black crows crumpled into a mass.

The sudden fear made his hair stand on end.

The next moment, he felt a sharp pain in his neck. I don't know when the crow whose wings were shot by his companion had already stood on his shoulder, and the blue rose came out from its wound and spread towards him.

The guard widened his eyes and stepped back two steps: "no! No

He slapped his shoulder in a panic. The crow fluttered and flew, but the blue rose did not disappear.

Still squirming on his shoulders.

At this time, his remaining light suddenly saw that the shadow creeping in the corner of the wall had appeared beside him, holding something high.

Before he looked up to see what it was, it fell.

Then, the pain flashed by, and his eyes were black.

Dong -

the sound from this side made another person at the corner of the corridor puzzled. After hearing the sound, the camouflage man with a bow and crossbow quickly came to see what happened.

However, when he came to the corner with vigilance and was about to raise his crossbow, four crows came upon him. This situation made his fingers tighten and the arrow on the string was shot out by him.

Whew -


the catapult does not hit Yat, or it is 50 or 60 degrees away from the position of Yat.

At the time of the other party's appearance, art's trembling palm had already grasped the black iron cane in his hand, and his abdomen shrank, and the bloody air was sucked into his chest.

Whoosh -

the body curls up slightly, and the sole of the foot pushes out with force. The whole person flies out like an arrow from the string, which is a heavy sweep to the neck of the enemy.

Cla -

the scream stopped before it was spit out from the throat. Yat, who was unable to control his energy consumption accurately, swept the other person's body directly.

The impact of the blow also made his palms and wrists ache.

No, if we go on like this, we can't support it at all.He looked a little ugly, relying on his combat experience and the help of the crow servants, he had reached the limit.

How many enemies are there?

After all, from the perspective of the crow servants, there were more than 25 people gathered around the two entrances outside the castle, and some were on the side of the castle. The total number was 20.

According to his judgment, there should be only 20 enemies in the castle.

Now, he has been relying on sneak attacks and similar means to kill 15 people, and he can only do so, not to mention other, as long as there are three enemies at the same time, although he can kill them, he will also pay the price of serious injury. The injured himself, let alone face three people, can not even cope with two people.

He's almost physically injured.

[character name: black crow (Art Angus clarido)

Occupation: Raven mage (LV3), night Wizard (lv4)

attributes: strength 0.7 (0.8), physique: 0.4 (0.8), agility: 0.6 (0.8), spirit: 1.3 (1.6)

State: fatigue]

glancing at the ever-changing floating attributes of ATT, ATT has a look at the changing attributes on the ground The sword picked up and slit their necks.

The text prompt for the experience value appears.

He leaned wearily against the next wall.

At this time, he suddenly found that there was something unusual in the place where his palm pressed on the flat wall.

A hollow, where he touched his fingers, there was a faint depression, where a trace of spiritual power was revealed.

Psychic? Traps?

He looked at the depression carefully, his body was tight, ready to avoid the traps that might exist in it.

But there is no situation.

Art has some doubts.

Then, his palm touched it, and the seemingly flat wall suddenly sank down - a piece of sheepskin or something.

This camouflage is just a piece of leather, and the weak power comes from the inscriptions with power on the back. The inscriptions are irregularly distributed in six directions, forming a pattern.

Is this? Magic items?

Art is puzzled. He takes the leather in his hand.

Faint powers, like hair, are constantly overflowing from the inscriptions.

In the hole behind the leather is a piece of parchment.

Art's brow was deeply wrinkled, not because of anything else, but because of what was written on it.

"Hello, sir."

"What do you say? First you need to believe me, sir

"I'm sure you'll find it, at the right time."

"Now, there are many guests in this castle."

"They were not invited by the host."

"And I'm sure you're not on their side, are you?"

"After all, you are an invited guest, and you are welcomed by the master of the castle."

"It's called the phantom bird's kiss." Oh, sir, although it's a good name, it's made of skin and has nothing to do with the beak. "

"It can help you through here to the treasure house of viscount Rosa."

"You can get what you want there."

"Believe me, after all, it's not voluntary for you to come here and find it, is it? You need this too, don't you? "

"Sir Claudio."

"- an unknown and kind man."

At the bottom of the leather, a simple map is drawn.

The location of the word "treasure house" marked with a red dot and written in Allan also caught the eye of Yat.

Art's eyes narrowed slightly. Although his expression was somewhat dignified, he was not flustered.

Prophecy?

Seeing the sentences, he immediately thought of a branch of the wizard's School of magic.

It's probably the prophecy of some powerful man.

Nothing else, if his conjecture is correct, with that person's strength, he can completely achieve all this.

He is a little scum who is barely a junior wizard apprentice and a mediocre professional. He can't avoid such prophecy.

Of course, it may have been the property of viscount Rosa.

Viscount Rosa had been prepared for Madame Rosa's invasion for a long time, and saw that he had a plot. It was not impossible for Viscount Rosa to leave something for him to find and help him to do something.

He believed that with the wisdom of the Viscount, it could be done.

After all, if his conjecture is correct, the evaluation of the Viscount can be further improved.Write down the map on the parchment, then put the leather into the item bar and take it out:

[kiss of phantom bird lv11: a magic prop made from the skin of several unique phantom creatures, mirage birds. Like their predecessors, it has the ability to conceal body shape and eliminate perception. "As long as you pay some psionic powers, you can be invisible. The password is Halloran is a bitch. No, no, it should be that I hate hairless birds." ——Oh, my God, these goddamn hairless birds, how did they show up with me? No, wait, that's a good material. 】

[the unknown's request LV3: an ordinary parchment with something written on it, and a simple map. Besides, there is no signature, only a mark of viscount Rosa. 】

seeing the content of the evaluation, Yat couldn't help but pick his brow. Then he took out the phantom bird's kiss and held it in his hand.

Psychic surge -

"I hate hairless birds."

"..." did not respond.

Art raised her eyebrows and seemed to think of something. Her mouth twitched slightly and said:

"Halloran is a bitch. No, no, the password should be that I hate hairless birds."

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When art's experience slot rose twice, no one appeared in front of him.

It seems that the enemies upstairs are far away.

Having made his judgment, Yat moves on.

In his memory, the study is located on the first floor.

But he did not think that Viscount Rosa's study was only the one on the first floor.

The last time he saw the Viscount Rosa, he found that there were a few books in that study....

even compared with that of the former Viscount Claudio.

He didn't think that Viscount Rosa was not interested in collecting books. Even if he did, his eyes narrowed. It was more likely that there was a study on other floors, or... With the "treasure room"?

He reached out his hand, supported the wall, and slowly moved on toward the other side of the corridor.

"Go."

Art's hand moved slightly, and a crow servant flew by.

Just then --

whew --

the arrow broke through the air, and a crossbow arrow passed under the wings of the crow servant, carrying a few feathers and a few drops of blood.

As soon as art's eyes congealed, the dark light and shadow surged on his body, merging him with the surrounding walls.

Without careful observation, it is difficult to find his figure.

Not long after Yat's hiding, a man with a sword and dressed as a guard comes up. He looks at the crow that flies and dodges. His eyes flit around and passes through Yat's hidden corner.

"No He turned and said.

"Get rid of that crow, or you'll get rid of it." Another voice came out.

"I see." The guard not far away nodded.

There should be only two people.

One of them was holding his stick, and he was holding his hand slightly.

He needs to be more cautious. He has spent a lot of physical strength and little strength left after several successive battles.

It's not a game.

"Hoo --"

take a deep breath. Yat slightly sidesteps his line of sight and only looks at the enemy with the remaining light. In case the sight makes the other party alert in advance, it will be in trouble.

And the "guard" after listening to the words of his companions, holding a long sword, walked towards the crow who was "startled".

Just then, as if he had noticed something, he suddenly turned his head and looked at art's hiding place.

At the moment of eye contact, he felt a chill. The seemingly ordinary shadow seemed to wriggle, just like countless black crows crumpled into a mass.

The sudden fear made his hair stand on end.

The next moment, he felt a sharp pain in his neck. I don't know when the crow whose wings were shot by his companion had already stood on his shoulder, and the blue rose came out from its wound and spread towards him.

The guard widened his eyes and stepped back two steps: "no! No

He slapped his shoulder in a panic. The crow fluttered and flew, but the blue rose did not disappear.

Still squirming on his shoulders.

At this time, his remaining light suddenly saw that the shadow creeping in the corner of the wall had appeared beside him, holding something high.

Before he looked up to see what it was, it fell.

Then, the pain flashed by, and his eyes were black.

Dong -

the sound from this side made another person at the corner of the corridor puzzled. After hearing the sound, the camouflage man with a bow and crossbow quickly came to see what happened.

However, when he came to the corner with vigilance and was about to raise his crossbow, four crows came upon him. This situation made his fingers tighten and the arrow on the string was shot out by him.

Whew -

the catapult does not hit Yat, or it is 50 or 60 degrees away from the position of Yat.

At the time of the other party's appearance, art's trembling palm had already grasped the black iron cane in his hand, and his abdomen shrank, and the bloody air was sucked into his chest.

Whoosh -

the body curls up slightly, and the sole of the foot pushes out with force. The whole person flies out like an arrow from the string, which is a heavy sweep to the neck of the enemy.

Cla -

the scream stopped before it was spit out from the throat. Yat, who was unable to control his energy consumption accurately, swept the other person's body directly.

The impact of the blow also made his palms and wrists ache.

No, if we go on like this, we can't support it at all.He looked a little ugly, relying on his combat experience and the help of the crow servants, he had reached the limit.

How many enemies are there?

After all, from the perspective of the crow servants, there were more than 25 people gathered around the two entrances outside the castle, and some were on the side of the castle. The total number was 20.

According to his judgment, there should be only 20 enemies in the castle.

Now, he has been relying on sneak attacks and similar means to kill 15 people, and he can only do so, not to mention other, as long as there are three enemies at the same time, although he can kill them, he will also pay the price of serious injury. The injured himself, let alone face three people, can not even cope with two people.

He's almost physically injured.

[character name: black crow (Art Angus clarido)

Occupation: Raven mage (LV3), night Wizard (lv4)

attributes: strength 0.7 (0.8), physique: 0.4 (0.8), agility: 0.6 (0.8), spirit: 1.3 (1.6)

State: fatigue]

glancing at the ever-changing floating attributes of ATT, ATT has a look at the changing attributes on the ground The sword picked up and slit their necks.

The text prompt for the experience value appears.

He leaned wearily against the next wall.

At this time, he suddenly found that there was something unusual in the place where his palm pressed on the flat wall.

A hollow, where he touched his fingers, there was a faint depression, where a trace of spiritual power was revealed.

Psychic? Traps?

He looked at the depression carefully, his body was tight, ready to avoid the traps that might exist in it.

But there is no situation.

Art has some doubts.

Then, his palm touched it, and the seemingly flat wall suddenly sank down - a piece of sheepskin or something.

This camouflage is just a piece of leather, and the weak power comes from the inscriptions with power on the back. The inscriptions are irregularly distributed in six directions, forming a pattern.

Is this? Magic items?

Art is puzzled. He takes the leather in his hand.

Faint powers, like hair, are constantly overflowing from the inscriptions.

In the hole behind the leather is a piece of parchment.

Art's brow was deeply wrinkled, not because of anything else, but because of what was written on it.

"Hello, sir."

"What do you say? First you need to believe me, sir

"I'm sure you'll find it, at the right time."

"Now, there are many guests in this castle."

"They were not invited by the host."

"And I'm sure you're not on their side, are you?"

"After all, you are an invited guest, and you are welcomed by the master of the castle."

"It's called the phantom bird's kiss." Oh, sir, although it's a good name, it's made of skin and has nothing to do with the beak. "

"It can help you through here to the treasure house of viscount Rosa."

"You can get what you want there."

"Believe me, after all, it's not voluntary for you to come here and find it, is it? You need this too, don't you? "

"Sir Claudio."

"- an unknown and kind man."

At the bottom of the leather, a simple map is drawn.

The location of the word "treasure house" marked with a red dot and written in Allan also caught the eye of Yat.

Art's eyes narrowed slightly. Although his expression was somewhat dignified, he was not flustered.

Prophecy?

Seeing the sentences, he immediately thought of a branch of the wizard's School of magic.

It's probably the prophecy of some powerful man.

Nothing else, if his conjecture is correct, with that person's strength, he can completely achieve all this.

He is a little scum who is barely a junior wizard apprentice and a mediocre professional. He can't avoid such prophecy.

Of course, it may have been the property of viscount Rosa.

Viscount Rosa had been prepared for Madame Rosa's invasion for a long time, and saw that he had a plot. It was not impossible for Viscount Rosa to leave something for him to find and help him to do something.

He believed that with the wisdom of the Viscount, it could be done.

After all, if his conjecture is correct, the evaluation of the Viscount can be further improved.Write down the map on the parchment, then put the leather into the item bar and take it out:

[kiss of phantom bird lv11: a magic prop made from the skin of several unique phantom creatures, mirage birds. Like their predecessors, it has the ability to conceal body shape and eliminate perception. "As long as you pay some psionic powers, you can be invisible. The password is Halloran is a bitch. No, no, it should be that I hate hairless birds." ——Oh, my God, these goddamn hairless birds, how did they show up with me? No, wait, that's a good material. 】

[the unknown's request LV3: an ordinary parchment with something written on it, and a simple map. Besides, there is no signature, only a mark of viscount Rosa. 】

seeing the content of the evaluation, Yat couldn't help but pick his brow. Then he took out the phantom bird's kiss and held it in his hand.

Psychic surge -

"I hate hairless birds."

"..." did not respond.

Art raised her eyebrows and seemed to think of something. Her mouth twitched slightly and said:

"Halloran is a bitch. No, no, the password should be that I hate hairless birds."

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