Assassin’s Chronicle

Ernest made a direct shot like a sharp arrow. The prohibition under Solb only flashed a bit, and it completely dissipated. Now Ernest has made all the vindictiveness, and the prohibition that Sol has laid down cannot be given to Europe. Nestor has any influence.

"Who!" a voice rang in the dark.

"Little guy, are you okay?" Ernest breathed a sigh of relief as he heard the voice of Anfei. They went together to track the magician who released the fire dragon. Who knows that the other person actually got into the sewer, whether it is Sol or his Ernest, who is not willing to get into the dirty sewer, he has to let go of the magician, but At this time, Sol sensed a strong violent volatility from the ban, and the two were shocked and hurried back.

In fact, Sol has already rushed back to the Rose House Hotel. As a large magician in the space department, he is farther than the strongman in the same series. He uses his mental power to sense that Anfei still has The breath of life, while sensing a person at the level of the Magister is fleeing from the vicinity of the Rose House Hotel, it is Layton, Sol has no time to visit An Fei, anyway, Ernest is about to arrive, Anfei There is nothing wrong with it, and today's things have to be investigated anyway, so Sol left the Rose House Hotel to follow Layton.

"Is Uncle Ernest? I have nothing." An Fei finished the fireball and lit the candle.

Ernest's attention was concentrated on Mott's body, which had been transformed by Amway. The whole body was full of imprints left by small fireballs. The clothes were almost burned out, and the face was dark, even There is not much left in the hair, but these can't cover the wounds in Mot's throat. The strange way to blame is that the method of Anfei is too toxic. The wound that should have only **** wide was made by Anfei and almost has the size of a fist. The bloodshot muscles are completely rolled over and it looks terrible.

"Is this what you did?" Ernest asked in amazement. He saw the logo on the collar of Mott. The first-order swordsman had only one small sword, the middle is two handles, and the high-order is on two handles. The crossed swords are printed with a shield, and the logo of Mott is the logo of the high-ranking swordsman.

"Yes." An Fei’s heart nodded and nodded: "Uncle Ernest, he is very powerful! I can't beat him with a small fireball. Finally, there is no way, I have to concentrate on a small fireball to attack his face, take the opportunity. I stabbed his throat with my magic wand."

"Hmmm?" Ernest has some doubts. Anfei is just a magic apprentice. It can release the smallest fireball with the least power. This kind of low-level magic is difficult to pose a threat to a high-ranking swordsman. There must be hiddenness inside! However, An Fei should not deceive himself. What is going on?

"An Fei, you put the words of Ernest at the time have not finished, I saw that the figure of Saul floated in from the window, Ernest's eyebrows picked: "Isn't people caught?"

"No." Sol's face looked very bad. As a great magician, he looked at the enemy twice and slid away from his eyelids twice. This was an insult to him!

"how is this possible??"

"He is a magician of the undead."

Ernest’s eyes burst into cold, and his look became dignified: “Is it a magician?”

"Yes, I can't find his place in the fog of death. When I blow away the fog of death, he has disappeared."

"When did the uncle's mage become so big? Did you dare to walk around and walk around? It was going to be chaotic," Ernest sighed.

"Anfei, are you okay?" Sol repeated the greeting: "Is this person killed?"

"I have nothing." An Fei smiled in his heart. He asked two people to ask: "Teacher, he is very powerful."

Sol and Ernest looked at each other and they found an unreasonable place. Ernest said: "An Fei, you repeat the scene."

"At the time, he kicked in and opened the door. I was awakened by him. I hurriedly jumped out of bed and attacked him with a small fireball. Teacher, he was very powerful, very powerful! My little fireball couldn’t hit him. He With a gentle brush, I can fly my little fireball. In the end, I can't even use the sword. I can catch my little fireball with my hands." Anfei's eyes are a bit stunned, as if recalling the scene at the time. The eyes are just right to bring out a trace of fear.

This is normal! Sol and Ernest looked at each other again: "And then?"

"Then he suddenly yelled 'ah' and rushed over to me. I was scared and desperately released a small fireball. I don't know what was going on. He suddenly became clumsy and looked at my little. The fireballs hit him one by one, but they no longer hit them with a sword. Finally, I attacked his face with a small fireball and stabbed him with my magic wand. Then he fell down." For a moment, he said cleverly: "Teacher, is his vindictiveness exhausted?"

"Impossible." Ernest shook his head, carefully looked at the body on the ground, then picked it up with his foot and turned the body over. His attention was suddenly drawn, and the original Mot's waist was There is a very heavy sword wound and deep bones.

"Is this your thorn?" Ernest asked.

"No," Anfei was stunned.

"Who is that thorn?"

"I don't know, I have been attacking him in front. When he fell down, I hid in the corner and waited for the teacher and Uncle Ernest to come back. I haven't moved yet. I don't know what is going on!" "Anfei whispered, this is his old routine. No matter what kind of secret is hidden, you can explore it yourself and judge it yourself. He just guides it beforehand, and then waits for the result like nothing. No matter what kind of person, in the belief that you and others believe in the metropolis, the same thing, if the same thing is told by An Fei, Sol and Ernest will inevitably repeatedly try to find out if they find out for themselves. The answer to this step will be omitted.

"You are very lucky. It seems that a good person has helped you once." Ernest carefully examined the wound. Although the wound was very serious, it was not fatal. This confirmed the words of Anfei from the side. It’s not that he was attacked and injured. If you want to come to Anfei, you will be alive and dead. A magic apprentice cannot be an opponent of a high-ranking swordsman!

Sol's face became more and more unsightly. He was blaming himself. The facts were in front of him. If this high-ranking swordsman was not injured, what would Anfei now look like? If things really develop to the point where he does not forgive himself: "Ernest, your character is getting more and more impulsive! This time Anfei is lucky, next time? Will he be lucky forever? ?! Then there is such a thing, you must stay to protect Anfei!" Sol said without complaining.

"I" Ernest laughed and laughed. He also blamed himself for leaving Affin alone in danger. But in fact, he was the one who rushed out first. It is reasonable to say that Sol should stay to protect Anfei.

"Teacher, I can take care of myself." An Fei whispered.

Sol sighed, this silly boy still doesn't know how dangerous it is, but who can blame? I can only blame him for himself, it was brought out by him, and he took Anfei as a student. If Anfei had something in the Rose House Hotel, it was just that someone gave him a loud slap in the face. !

When I think about it, it is a way to do some small magical arrays for Avi, but then, Anfei is just a magic apprentice. The understanding of magic is still in its infancy, in case it unintentionally messes up the magic array. The arrangement of the elements in the list will be even more dangerous! Moreover, he does not have enough materials in his hands, and he can't create a magical array that is stable without any interference, or wait until he returns to the Mao Empire.

"Sol, let's stay here first, I will take a look elsewhere." Ernest saw Sol's face getting worse and worse, and he didn't want to stay here.

Sol nodded and didn't make a sound. He was still thinking about how to properly protect Anfei.

Ernest smiled at Anfei and strode out of the room. The other person was looking at the brain and looking out, seeing Ernest appear, and slammed the door shut. The guests of the Rose House Hotel have already noticed that something is wrong and they have climbed up. It’s just that Ernest’s arrogance is not too strong. It’s so strong that even ordinary people can feel extreme anxiety and fear. People dare to go out of the house.

Sol fell his eyes on An Fei's 'magic wand': "An Fei, why do you want to make the magic wand like this?" Sol didn't pay attention to An Fei's magic wand. This time, listen to Ann. Fei said that he stabbed the other side with a magic wand and found that the tail of An Fei's magic wand was sharply sharpened.

"Teacher, there are a lot of snakes on the desert island. I have been bitten by them a few times. At that time, I couldn't put a small fireball. I could only use the magic wand to deal with them."

"It turned out to be like this." Sol nodded, sinking for a long while, slowly said: "An Fei, tell me, what kind of magic are you most interested in? Are you determined to be a fire magician?" Sol was not too anxious, but now he feels urgent. He must let Anfei choose the future road and then start the system of cultivation, so that Anfei can have the ability to protect himself earlier, instead of relying on it now. The odds are negligible and the lucky ones escape the danger.

"I like the magic of the space system." This is the truth of Affy, as an assassin, there are only two problems, one is to find the opportunity to successfully kill the target, one is to quickly escape the scene, if you can master the space magic, he You can do it without a hit and a thousand miles. If you live, you will have the opportunity to start all over again. There is nothing for the dead.

“Really?” Sol gave a glimpse.

"Really." An Fei solemnly nodded.

"Not bad," Sol became happy. Anfei can choose the latter without hesitation in the fire magic and space magic, indicating that his influence on Anfei has surpassed that of Agor, and now Anfei is really his own student.

"Do you know the black ghost?" Ernest appeared in the window and jumped gently to the floor.

"Black ghost? Is that despicable killer? I know him!" Sol's eyebrows jumped: "It is said that he has successfully assassinated a big swordsman, is that right?"

"Yes, this person is gloomy and has a strange track. He never believes in anyone, nor has any relatives. He has been killing people for money all his life." Ernest said slowly: "I also heard that he later joined a mystery. Organization, serving the organization."

"Today's things are related to the black ghost? Ernest, you are also a big swordsman, you must be careful when you look at the situation!"

"You are a great magician, you should be more careful!" Ernest smiled: "But now he can't threaten anyone because he has been killed!"

"Who can kill him?" Sol asked in surprise: "He should be the most terrible killer on the Pan-continent. Who else can kill him?"

"It should be the one who helped An Fei in the dark." Ernest's eyes turned to Anfei.

An Fei’s face is still calm, but his heart is laughing, what is the most terrible killer? The real killers are solitary and inexhaustible. Does Ernest not say that the old guy has joined an organization? It seems that this news is correct, but for a killer, no matter what organization he joins, his threat is greatly reduced. Even if the strength is stronger, it is just a bureaucrat, a mysterious killer. There is nothing to do with 'terrible'!