Start As a Lord In a Viscount

It was late at night, and most of the people in Nafu City fell asleep. Claire also put the magic book in her hand back on the bookshelf and went back to her bedroom to rest.

Outside the Viscount Mansion, there were a pair of eyes staring at Claire's room. It was nearly an hour after the lights went out before he moved, deftly jumping over the walls of the Viscount Mansion.

He walked close to the castle wall, then climbed up on the outer wall like a gecko, quietly climbed from the ground on the first floor to the outside of Claire's bedroom on the sixth floor, but the other party did not rush to open the window, Instead, he attached his ear to the window, and after confirming that he heard an even breathing sound, he knocked the lock on the window with his toothpick, like a dexterous cat slipping into Claire's bedroom without making a sound.

Pressing his body and sneaking to the side of the bed, he glanced at Claire who was really sleeping, and then slowly took out a dagger from his arms and slowly pulled out the scabbard.

Looking at Claire who was still asleep, the assassin chuckled inwardly, hum, these five hundred gold coins are so easy to obtain.

"Wow!"

The dagger pierced the air and attacked Claire's head at a very fast speed.

"Crack!" A muffled sound came out.

The assassin's eyes widened, his wrist was actually grabbed by the other's hand.

Claire looked at the other party and chuckled, "You didn't ask about my strength before you came to assassinate me?"

He is a magician, and he is also an intermediate magician. Even when he is sleeping, his mental power will spread out invisible. The moment the other party enters his room, Claire already knows the other party's existence.

"Go to hell!" the assassin shouted, putting on his other hand, increasing the strength in his hand, trying to stab the dagger into Claire's eyes with brute force.

But the dagger that was caught by the other side didn't move at all, and there was no sign of advancing.

"How could that be?" The assassin's tone was full of disbelief. He knew that the target of the assassination was a magician, but how could a magician's power be stronger than his own assassin who specializes in fighting qi.

"It's nothing strange." Claire slapped the other hand back on the bed, her body rose into the air, twisted her body in mid-air and kicked her leg on the opponent's neck, knocking the assassin back a few times. step.

Claire took the opportunity to turn over and stood up, a light flashed in her hand, and a dagger studded with gems appeared in her hand.

The assassin rubbed his neck, rushed over without believing evil, and muttered, "I still don't believe that you are stronger than me!"

Then give it a try, Claire took the lead in pressing over, exuding mental power to carefully observe the other party's movements, and reacted at the same time as she reacted to the opposition.

The assassin did not create a few wounds on Claire's body, but instead was drawn with several bloodstains by Claire.

"This is impossible!" The assassin seemed a little crazy. He had practiced for nearly ten years to have this strength. How could a person who has never practiced fighting qi be stronger than him.

Claire smiled slightly, without explaining, can I tell you, this is the first time I traded the Power Pill, it can increase the strength tenfold at most?

Then he hooked at the other party, "Come here!"

"Wait for me!" The assassin roared angrily, and then a reddish aura emerged from his body, and his aura more than doubled.

"Bronze-level?" Claire secretly said in his heart that he was a bronze-level assassin who could release his vindictiveness.

So I simply put away the fighting stance. If the opponent uses Dou Qi, his strength will definitely double. Even if he eats that powerful pill to fight meleely, he will definitely not be the opponent's opponent. Although he is a mage, he is not. Gandalf.

"Go to hell!" The assassin on the opposite side shouted, and threw the dagger in his hand with force. The sharp point of the knife was facing Claire's forehead, and then his body quickly pulled away from Claire. He learned the target from the intelligence. There is also a long-range magic weapon in hand, so it must be close to the opponent so that it cannot be used.

Claire stood without any intention of dodging, and quickly recited a series of obscure incantations.

"Wind Shield!"

A transparent and mysterious shield appeared in front of Claire, blocked the dagger, and fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

There was a flash of surprise in the assassin's eyes, but he quickly took out another dagger from his arms, and raised it high and stabbed at Claire.

"Wind Wall!"

With a wave of Claire's hand, a transparent and manic wind wall appeared in front of him. He pushed his hand forward gently, and the wind wall rushed out quickly, sending the assassin who was still in the air flying out and slammed into the ground violently. on the wall.

Claire moved her wrists a bit. She is also an intermediate-level magician. It's almost the same as a silver-level assassin. What does it mean to send a bronze-level assassin to assassinate herself? Look down on yourself?

"Hmm!" The assassin couldn't help but let out a groan when he felt the pain coming from his back, and he just stood up despite the pain.

"Wind Blade!"

Another sound of breaking wind came over, and the next second he felt a sharp pain in his right wrist, and the dagger in his hand was shaken out subconsciously.

"Stop! I'm willing to surrender." The assassin begged for mercy, but his left hand reached behind his back, trying to hit Claire with a fatal blow when he let down his guard.

Claire really stopped the movement in his hand, and the assassin was overjoyed, and it really worked again. He used this method to kill a lot of people before.

But in the next second, Claire said: "Sorry, I have never accepted the surrender of others, especially the surrender of someone like you who has the strength to fight back."

The assassin's eyes narrowed slightly, and he suddenly raised his head to look at Claire, who was less than ten meters away from him. Could such a child really be able to say such a thing?

Claire looked at each other and returned a friendly smile, "Ground stabbing!"

"Stab!"

The sharp thorn protruded from the brick board, piercing the assassin's feet horizontally and vertically, the blood was blurred, and blood continuously flowed from the two legs to the floor along the trousers, and the assassin who had finally stood up also plopped. fell to his knees on the ground.

"Hurricane!"

"Wait a minute..." The assassin reached out to Claire weakly to stop him.

But Claire's magic has been solidified, and she slapped at the void, and a hurricane immediately appeared on the opposite side, which swept the kneeling assassin into the air, and then seemed to have an inexplicable force. It was like slapping him from mid-air to the wall on the left.

"Snapped!"

The assassin fell to the ground. At this time, he was no longer human, but he was barely alive.

Seeing that the other party was no longer able to move, Claire walked over slowly and apologized: "I'm sorry, I didn't hear the wind just now, you continue to say."

The assassin almost died of anger, "Let me go, I'll tell you who's behind the scenes."

"Huh!" Claire was a little surprised. "According to the rules of your assassin's line, shouldn't the customer's information be more important than your own life?"

"Cough, I don't have an organization, so it's okay to leak the secret." The assassin said weakly.

When Frank, the administrative officer, did not look for an organized and famous assassin, otherwise, if he assassinated a Viscount like Claire, even a Viscount whose territory had been defeated to such an extent would have to start with 3,000 gold coins.

At this moment, Reagan's anxious voice came from outside the door: "Master! Are you alright!" The battle between Claire and the other party took a long time, but it didn't take more than a minute in total, so it was not too late for Reagan to come.

The door was pushed open by Regan, and when he saw the bedroom that was turned into a "utility room", Regan almost didn't feel his heart out, but fortunately he soon saw the young master's figure still standing, and the one who fell to the ground was a For people he didn't know, Reagan let go of his dangling heart.

But what followed was a lingering fear that his young master, the heir of the Griffin family, was assassinated in his own viscount mansion. The person behind this plan must accept the cruelest punishment in the world!

"I'm fine," Claire replied.

The Assassin who fell to the ground continued to plead to Claire: "Really, as long as you let me go, I will give up the person who ordered me."

Claire smiled directly: "Even if you don't say it, I know who did it."

The assassin was stunned, "So..."

"boom!"

Gunshots sounded in the room!

Blood splattered all over Claire, and then, Claire walked to the window and fired five shots at the sky with a pistol!

"Bang! Bang! Bang..."

The sound of gunfire reverberated in the city of Nafu at night, terrifying those who could not sleep.

After firing the gun, Claire turned around. The faint blue moonlight just shone on his body, which formed a clear contrast with the bloodstains on his body, especially the smile on his face and the fresh blood that had not been wiped away. The visual impact is great.

Reagan was stunned, he had never seen such an imposing young master before.

"Reagan..." Claire shouted, and Reagan came back to his senses.

"Master!"

"Go and issue an announcement: I was assassinated by an assassin at night and suffered no harm, but the assassin escaped. I hope the people in Nafu City will be vigilant."

Reagan glanced at the dead assassin's body on the ground that couldn't be killed, and did not ask any further questions, but responded directly: "Yes, young master!"

Claire waved, "Nothing else, go back and rest."

"Yes! Master!" Reagan was a qualified housekeeper, and knew when to speak and when to shut up.

After Regan stepped back, Claire reached out and touched his cheek, rubbed the blood on his hand in front of his eyes, and then looked out the window at Nafta City.

He murmured: "I originally wanted to take it slow, but I didn't expect that I was wrong. You are more anxious than me. If you are not afraid of death, then come."

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