At night in the guest house, it was rare for a certain someone to be without a bedmate. Because he was playing the role of an unconscious drunkard today, regardless of whether the elves saw through him or not, it saved him the effort of being a pimp. Lin was also happy to relax. After all, he was old and had too much sex, and it was not a good thing to do it every day.
Also because he had been too tired for the previous ten nights, regardless of whether it was an act or not, Lin decided to have a good sleep as soon as he touched the pillow and did not care about anything else. And in fact, as soon as he was put on the bed, lying on the comfortable bed with a soft pillow, a certain someone quickly fell asleep and became unconscious.
In the middle of the night, a few uninvited guests came to the guest house. They did not disturb the other guests or the guest house staff. Instead, they walked in a specific direction with familiarity and finally stopped in front of Lin's door.
The magic lock of the guest house door made by the elves was definitely a nightmare for all thieves. But for the newcomers, picking the lock was a piece of cake. With a wave of their hand, the lock was unlocked.
Stealthily sneaking into the room, the three elves may not have night vision like their gray-skinned relatives, but they still relied on the weak moonlight coming in from outside the window and the route they remembered to walk accurately to their target. One of them confirmed the kingdom's letter on the desk, which was kept in a silk bundle. Another confirmed the location of the Mage, and the last confirmed the escape route in case of an emergency.
After confirming the situation, the three of them did not do anything unnecessary. Instead, they first gathered together to confirm with each other. They communicated in the elven language in a low voice that was almost inaudible.
"What's the situation of the Mage?"
"Both eyes are closed."
"What about the letter?"
"It is indeed in the location stated in the intelligence."
"Magic trap and escape route?"
"There are no magic traps in the room. Everything is safe."
The elf who spoke last had a much more frivolous attitude than the other two. He did not abide by the stealth rule of walking in the dark as much as possible and staying low to reduce the possibility of being discovered. He did not even pay attention to the sound of his own footsteps. He even made sounds from time to time, which was particularly conspicuous in this quiet night and attracted the angry gazes of the other two.
The leading elf did not want to quarrel in such a place. He said, "Follow the original plan. After taking the letter, we will leave from the position outside the window. Do not do anything unnecessary. "
'What do you mean by unnecessary things?' The flirtatious man walked to a certain someone's bedside, looked at that defenseless sleeping face, and said, "This is still considered a magician. I could easily sneak up on him and take his life with a single thought. Perhaps I should make some preparations for my title of God Slayer? '
Just like the title of Mage Saint, Killing God was the most honorable title of an Assassin. One of the conditions for becoming a Mage was to assassinate the Mage in the Mage Tower. Although the person in front of him was not in the Magic Tower, assassinating a mage was still a great achievement for an assassin who walked in the dark. So when the leader picked up the letter, the young elf was eager to give it a try.
In the blink of an eye, the young elf drew out his dagger. Before the other two companions could stop him, the entire room was plunged into a different kind of darkness. Countless white rays of light crisscrossed, slicing those who harbored evil intentions into countless minced meat, their flesh and blood splattering all over the ground.
At the same time, countless eyes opened in this space, and the white light of destruction shot out from these eyes. After killing the first elf, these eyes didn't do anything else, they just stared at the backs of the remaining two. This was because as soon as the incident happened, they had abandoned the idea of rescuing their companions and did not hesitate to break the window and escape.
The moment they crashed out of the window, the two escaping elves noticed the changes in the room, the countless eyes staring at them. It wasn't until they were quite a distance away that the two of them finally stopped, gasping for air with lingering fear. The leader even complained about his subordinate who had confirmed the Mage's condition, saying, 'Both eyes are closed? Why did you think that only two would be enough? '
'Ah, boss, your hand …'
The two elves looked at the letter in the leader's hand, which they had forgotten to put back in the Kingdom of Pyat Haimei. The two bared their teeth and gasped. What should they do with this hot potato? No matter what, they did not want to see that strange Mage again. The elves who had died had died in such a miserable manner. Who knew what would happen to them when they went back?
On the second underground floor of the Ministry of Military Affairs of the Kingdom of Amelan was the most mysterious intelligence office in the whole kingdom. According to the principle of emergency evacuation, the two surviving elves returned to the intelligence office through the tunnel in the distance, where there were few people.
Along the way, they did not see many living people. In fact, there were many elves walking here, but they were just hiding their traces. Some were hiding in dark rooms where they could not see the door, each doing their own work that they should not disclose to each other.
After escaping, the two elves walked all the way into a room with nothing but a simple table and chairs. In the room, there was already an elder elf who looked quite experienced waiting for them. As soon as he saw that one of them was missing, he asked, 'You failed. What happened? '
'Elder, we did not fail completely. We brought back this. 'The leader took out the letter from the Kingdom of Pyat Haimei and spread it out on the table. Because of the urgency of the situation, the letter was slightly wrinkled from his grip.
However, the elder elf who saw it did not appreciate it at all and said, 'If you were exposed, this thing should not have been taken back.'
'What, what, did I miss a good show?' The fat elf, Wydwork Futeng, who came late, walked in from another secret door. He did not know what was on the table, but when he saw the thing on the table, he naturally said happily, 'Didn't we complete the task perfectly? What's there to be unhappy about? '
'They were exposed, and they lost one of their men.' The elder elf directly poured a bucket of cold water on him.
Understanding the meaning behind this sentence, Wydwork Futeng's expression immediately collapsed, and he asked, 'What happened? Tell me the whole process. 'At this time, he also realized that the stolen letter was not in perfect condition. Even if it was them, it would take a lot of effort to find a way to restore it to its original state.
The two elves who had escaped, one after another, recounted what had happened to them without missing a single detail. Of course, they also told the story of how the dead elf's body was not found, and how it was difficult to recover it.
When the two finished, the elder elf said with a sour expression, 'I didn't expect that rumor to be true.'
'Rumor? What rumor? What did I miss? 'Wydwork Futeng asked.
'The Thieves' Guild took the initiative to withdraw the assassination bounty related to that Magician, and they will not release any related bounties in the future. This is a treatment that only a Warlock Saint with a Magic Tower can receive. I don't understand why they would use it on a Magician who has nothing. According to the rumor, the reason why the Thieves' Guild did this is because at least 300 people who accepted the assassination bounty for that Magician's assassination are missing. It is very likely that they have died at the hands of that Magician or Lich who is following him. Among them, there are at least two Master Assassins who have received the title of God of Killing. They even dared to break into a Magic Tower. After they announced that they were going to kill that Magician, there was no further news. '
'So, you actually ignored such important news! You even sent yourselves to him like idiots! ' Wydwork Futeng said angrily, completely different from his honest appearance when he received them.
'This is what you asked for, and those rumors are too exaggerated. Anyone who hears it will only take it as a joke. How can they believe it? 'The old elf tried to argue.
'But now it seems that those rumors are not exaggerated at all, because the truth is even more shocking. If your people are right, that Magician used an extremely powerful spell in his sleep, and in an instant, the kingdom's standard magic equipment and people were all cut into small pieces without any resistance. If you are the elites that the kingdom relies on, I will be very disappointed that things have turned out this way. Tell me, what else is there that I should know, but you only treat it as a joke? '
The old elf who was reprimanded by a junior had a sullen face and did not say a word. A pair of sharp eyes stared at the fat elf, but the latter did not cower at all and glared back at him. They belonged to different units, and there was no difference in status between the old and the young.
It was the people who were sandwiched between the old and the young. However, their position was innately close to the old elf, and they also had to clean up the mess in front of them, so the elf who led the operation had to ask, 'Elder, then what should we do with this letter? And the remains of the newcomer … '
The old elf decisively gave the order and said, 'There is still time before dawn. Send someone back to deal with the aftermath. According to you, the newcomer was attacked after he pulled out his weapon. Before that, nothing had happened. In other words, those who go, take care of your weapons carefully. Don't take the body of two people instead of one person. As for this letter … '
The old elf did not think for long and said, 'Find someone who specializes in repairing it.' At the same time, he was ready to cast a spell to undo the wax seal on the letter.
Seeing that the other party was about to open the letter, Wydwork Futeng did not say anything to stop him, but did not express his approval either. He only took a small step back slightly.
The old elf knew that this young man also wanted to know the content of the letter, but did not intend to take responsibility, so he did this. But for him, for this "letter of credence," he had already lost one of his men, even if it was only a newcomer. If he did not find a way to get back some chips, he would really be sorry for himself, who already had this letter in his hands.
The wax seal on a letter of credence would be a big problem for the average person. But for an official intelligence organization like them, it could only be regarded as a daily occurrence. In addition, this letter was sealed in a very formal way without any additional traps, so the old elf quickly opened the letter in a way that made it easy to restore the original letter.
When he opened the letter and read it, he froze at first glance and did not dare to say anything.
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