[Third update. Make up for the missing chapters from yesterday.]
The carriage quickly crossed the iron bridge. Fayern put down the rapier in his hand and said, "It's not the Qinyin assassin. I think it's from the west."
The west referred to the Tanggulas Empire. The Qinyin and Tanggulas were hostile toward each other. They were unwilling to call each other's country by its name.
"Don't worry. It'll be fine once we cross the bridge," Princess Rex said calmly without opening her eyes.
Juan and the other mages were slightly relieved. They didn't notice the assassin just now. If Fayern wasn't around, this assassin would have killed whoever he wanted. Apart from Lady Rex, who had the strength to fight, the rest of the mages were like meat on a chopping board.
The iron bridge was the most suitable place to ambush the carriage. It would be difficult to approach the heavily protected carriage when they were on the main road.
Salin wasn't worried about that at all. The people lying in ambush around the carriage didn't make a move. The assassin was just testing them. If there was really danger, the guy who made fun of him would have done it already. Princess Rex had at least a Black Iron Blademaster and an assassin of unknown level by her side. In addition to Fayern, the newly advanced Magic Shooter, it would be very difficult to kill her.
This method was very old. First, they would send a powerful assassin. There would be people observing with alchemy binoculars or magic from afar to determine the target's specific strength. Then, they would prepare for the next assassination. Therefore, the people hiding around Princess Rex didn't make a move. Fayern only stretched out his hand in the carriage to control the situation.
They were all experienced fellows! Although Salin understood this principle, he might not be able to calm down if it was his first time encountering it. He might expose his true strength at the first moment of counterattack. After all, the assassin's sword was also very lethal. Who could be so calm in a life and death situation?
Only those cold-hearted fellows would be.
In comparison, he had actual combat experience, Shika had high combat talent, and Nelis didn't care about the life of the princess at all. Therefore, the three of them didn't embarrass themselves.
The eight life mages that Fayern trained must have matured a lot after the baptism of this journey. As long as he wasn't impulsive, there was no need for him to stand out. Judging from Juan's expression, he really wanted to show off in front of Princess Rex.
Salin wouldn't waste his time on something that was hopeless. Now, he had a general understanding of Princess Rex's temper. If he tried to please her, she wouldn't treat him differently. If he kept to the rules, she wouldn't distance herself from him. Just do what you like. As long as you don't try to hurt her, Princess Rex will give you absolute fairness.
A person without desires would have the purest heart. Since Salin never tried to please anyone, Fayern liked him very much.
The carriages descended from the iron bridge. The formation of the Bitter Water Army reorganized itself, completely cutting off any possibility of the assassin getting close. The mages in the carriage heaved a sigh of relief.
Princess Rex ordered them to set up camp. The assassin's corpse was moved to Fayern's tent. Fayern took out simple alchemy machines from his space equipment and set up a magic lab. The assassin's body was laid flat on the test bench and stripped naked.
Fayern called the mages into the tent and pointed at the corpse on the experiment table. "Actually, the dead can talk too. The next scene will be more bloody. If you don't want to watch, you can leave. "
None of the mages left. Neris licked her lips and moved forward, but was pulled back by Salin. It would be troublesome if she was impulsive and pounced forward to take a few bites.
"Let's start with something simple." As Fayern spoke, an ice blade emerged from his fingertips. He patiently peeled off the skin and muscles on the assassin's hands, revealing the bones.
"High-level assassins won't carry items that you can identify when they assassinate. But their bodies can't be changed. Everyone, look, the phalanges on the right hand are relatively thick. This means that he started practicing sword aura slightly later. Before the bones took shape, he must have practiced some crude martial arts. "
As Fayern spoke, he used the ice blade to cut off a section of the phalanges and threw it into a glass beaker. Then, Fayern went to the head of the corpse and made a cut from the chin, behind the ear, and made a circle around the back of the head. Then, he hooked a metal hook onto the wound on the assassin's chin. With a pull, the entire face was pulled off by Fayern, along with the skin.
Blargh …
Immediately, a female mage couldn't help but vomit on the spot.
Fayern took a few strands of hair and put them into another beaker filled with a transparent liquid. He said, "A person's facial muscles are few, and the muscles under the skin aren't often trained. We can see what kind of expression he usually has. This person is very serious. " Fayern made a joke. The female mages' faces didn't look any better. Instead, another female mage couldn't help but vomit.
"The bones are the most reliable." Fayern used the ice blade to skillfully cut off the assassin's facial muscles, revealing the skull underneath.
"He's an assassin who's been hiding for a long time. Look, this person's cheekbones have been smoothed out, and the bridge of his nose has been shaved off. This makes him look more like someone from Qin. "As Fayern spoke, he took the beaker filled with hair and shook it. The transparent liquid turned black. He used a bone needle to pick out the hair. The hair had already turned golden yellow.
"The hair is dyed too."
"Sir, I …" The female mage who vomited first didn't continue speaking. She covered her mouth and ran out of the tent in search of a quick death.
"Usually, the color of the eyeball is difficult to deal with. It will affect the assassin's vision. I won't dig it out to check."
Everyone in the tent heaved a sigh of relief. Fayern said, "If you want to know what kind of person he is, you have to look at his eating habits. Fortunately, you didn't destroy his stomach."
After Fayern finished speaking, he used the ice blade to cut open the assassin's stomach, revealing the internal organs.
The smell in the tent immediately became even more unpleasant. Fayern didn't use a Cleansing spell. He gently moved his hand and used the ice blade to cut open the assassin's stomach. He said, "Fortunately, there's still food that hasn't been digested. This is green beans, this should be noodles, and there's also a bitter melon. He's not a vegetarian. It should be a day of fasting. Green beans are commonly eaten by ordinary people, and bitter melon is a bit expensive. This person must have some status, at least not a commoner. "
"Hmm, gulp …"
Another two mages ran out. Apart from Salin and the other two, even Juan's expression was very ugly. He stood beside the experiment table with great difficulty.
"There's a rib injury. The earliest could be ten years ago, and the latest could be no more than a year. This isn't his first action. If we're lucky, we can find some clues. But we don't have the time. We only need to know that he's indeed from the west. "
Fayern explained seriously, while Neris held onto Salin's hand tightly from behind, resisting the urge to go up and eat a big meal. She hadn't seen such fresh meat in a long time. He died not long ago, and the blood hadn't even coagulated completely.
Dispersing the Ice Blade spell, Fayern put on his gloves, took a small hammer, and knocked out one of the assassin's teeth.
"The teeth aren't fake, and there's no poison hidden. This means that this person is very confident. Even if he's captured alive, we won't be able to get anything out of him.
Fayern put down the hammer and took a wire saw. He said, "Next, we're going to cut open this person's thigh, see his bone marrow, and determine his age.
As soon as he finished speaking, even the male mage ran out. Only Salin and the other two were left in the tent. Fayern said regretfully, "If the corpse was complete, I could do it more artistically."
"Sir, did you want to be a necromancer in the past?" Salin couldn't help but ask.
"Yes, but father didn't want to, and I don't have the money to buy necromancy flames. I've learned all the basic knowledge of necromancy, it's really interesting. "
"This …" Salin pointed at the corpse on the experiment table, thinking gloomily. Could it be that Fayern made everyone suffer just to satisfy his own hobby?
"After becoming a magic shooter, you'll have a premonition of some dangers, but it's very vague. Collect more information, and when danger comes, you'll be able to determine what methods to use earlier. This person has lived in Qin Yin for at least ten years. Judging his actual age, status, eating habits, and whether he has religion, you'll be able to more accurately predict the next attack. For a mage, everything can be calculated. "
"Just like the Figaro formula?"
"Yes, Salin, you're very smart." Fayern smiled in satisfaction.
Salin heard the praise, but he muttered in his heart. As expected, only a paranoid person could become a magic shooter. Although Fayern's eyes were incomparably calm, his heart was definitely abnormally passionate.
Poor assassin, if he was a believer of the God of Light, he probably wouldn't be able to go to heaven with his corpse dismembered like this.
Although only Salin was left to admire, Fayern still excitedly used the saw to cut open the assassin's thigh. This time, he didn't use the Ice Blade Spell, and fresh blood flowed all over the ground.
"If you want it to be cleaner, use the level-four spell Water Cutting, then we can directly see the broken bones. But using the saw can clearly feel the strength of this person's bones, and determine his true level. Do you want to try? "Fayern reached out his hand, wanting Salin to cut the other leg.
"I think I'll pass." Although Salin's expression was normal, it was still somewhat difficult for him to do this.
"Why don't I try?" Nelis whispered in Salin's ear. Salin glared at her fiercely.
"Actually, humans who have trained in sword aura aren't much different from magical beasts. This person isn't even a sword saint, but his bones are already so hard. Look. "Fayern showed Salin the saw teeth. The teeth of the wire saw had almost been ground flat. The last few strokes were all done by Fayern's magic.
"So you have to remember, if you meet a sword saint, even if his sword aura is exhausted, your low-level magic won't be able to harm the sword saint's bones."
Although Salin had read a lot, he really didn't know this. After hearing this, he became vigilant. He had killed a few swordsmen, so he thought that magic was invincible. This idea was laughable. If it weren't for Silva and Nelis, he would have died long ago.
"Then what if I have to face a sword saint?" Salin asked seriously. Count Alphonso was a sword saint, and Salin had never forgotten this hatred.
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