Dark Demon Warlock

  Chapter 164 Tabitha Agnes (for subscription)

  A drop of cold sweat dripped from Joe Defoe's temples.

  Have forgotten when was the last time I sweated.

   It is impossible to tell where the killing intent came from, nor where the owner of the killing intent is, but the spirituality is crazily warning him!

  The last time I encountered this kind of situation was when I met a 7th-order native in the New World. At that time, all of them fled frantically, and he managed to save his life.

   Don't dare to move!

   But Yate opposite him was a little ready to move.

  Have noticed his abnormality, thought it was Gregoria Kate.

  However, Art also knew that if Joe Defoe died again, the old Defoe family would probably come out in full force, and the Marquis Coffey would not be able to let it go, so he could only suppress his murderous intentions.

  He just has a slightly murderous intention, not an irrational lunatic.

  However, if this guy has the same personality as Hugh Defoe, it would be a pity to miss this opportunity.

   "Are you here to kill me?" In the eerie silence, Art suddenly asked.

   I don't know if it was an illusion, but Joe Defoe felt that his voice was a bit gloomy.

   "No, I'm just going to teach you a lesson." Joe Defoe flinched.

  Compared with my own life, my younger brother's last wish is actually not something that can't be given up, or it's like he doesn't know it.

   "Just a lesson?" Art's voice softened.

"Just a lesson!" Joe Defoe replied categorically, "Hugh was implicated by a researcher in Detrick's laboratory. I have killed that researcher to avenge Hugh. Looking at the relationship of the Ryan family, I didn't think kill you."

   It was originally his true thought, so there was no hindrance to expressing it.

   "I believe it for the time being." Yatehu pretended to be powerful.

   Gregoria Kate did not appear.

  But the one in the dark cooperatively withdrew his murderous aura.

  Joe Defoe finally breathed a sigh of relief, turned around and left without saying a word.

   Didn't even secretly observe where the murderous master was.

  Don't do unnecessary things, especially things that may put yourself in danger-this is a life lesson he learned on the battlefield.

  As Joe Defoe left, Art also heaved a sigh of relief.

  Besides those 6th- and 7th-level bosses, Joe Defoe was the one who gave him the most pressure.

   Prudence Somerfield is nothing compared to that!

  When facing Prudence Somerfield, he can still try to create opportunities for himself, but facing Joe Defoe, no matter how he matches his tactics, he can't find the slightest chance!

   "Be careful, a powerful assassin is coming!" Gregoria Kate suddenly appeared from the back wall of the church, staring at the entrance of the alley warily, and told him.

  Yate froze, and then carefully moved to the middle of the alley.

  It suddenly dawned on me that Joe Defoe's reaction just now was not caused by Gregoria Kate, but by this assassin who didn't show up.

   To make Gregoria Kate so vigilant, it would be about the same if it wasn't the 7th level!

   Moreover, this is an assassin!

  The shadows that used to be very familiar suddenly become strange and terrifying at this moment.

  His skills in the Son of Night inheritance are simply not enough!

  The opponent stepped out of the shadows.

  A woman with a height of about 185cm.

  Although she is wearing a mask, the tight leather armor outlines her slender figure, which still allows people to know her gender at a glance.

   Long green hair tied into a high ponytail, a dark blue turban wrapped around her head, revealing a pair of "imperial green" eyes and a pair of pointed ears.

  Elves?

  Yat only saw this, he was startled, and had the urge to run away.

   guilty conscience!

  He never thought that he would meet the elves so soon!

  Although the elves do not hate humans, their relationship with humans is not very good, and they rarely appear in human society.

  Even if there are, they are often in those very prosperous big cities, not Pudra City, a seaside city that is very far away from the elves.

  How did he just meet him?

   And also an extremely powerful assassin!

   You don’t even have to run!

   "Thank you for your help just now." Fortunately, his psychological quality is not bad, and he took the initiative to thank you immediately after the horror.

   It is also because he saw that the other party did not hold a weapon in his hand, and there was no malice on his body.

   Of course, he may not be able to perceive it.

  The female elf nodded as a reply to him, and then focused all her attention on Gregoria Kate: "Spiritualist?"

  The sound is clear and crisp, like a gurgling stream, or like an oriole coming out of a valley.

  She actually recognized Gregoria Kate's occupation at a glance!

  However, even though Art heard it in his ears, he still looked confused.

  What is the occupation of a psychic?

   How is the combat effectiveness?

   "Shadow Dancer?" Gregoria Kate also recognized her profession.

  Yate also didn't understand this profession.

  However, you can tell just by the name, it really is from the lineage of assassins!

   "Tabitha Agnes." The female elf introduced herself.

   "Gregia Kate." Gregoria Kate returned the salute.

  Yate stood aside obediently.

  However, Tabitha Agnes looked over.

   "Art Byron." Art was stunned for a moment, but he still introduced himself very consciously.

   "Don't worry, I'm a half-elf, not an elf." Tabitha Agnes seemed to guess what he was thinking, and said proactively.

   "Huh—" Yate breathed a sigh of relief when he heard it.

  Say it early!

   I almost had a cerebral hemorrhage!

  The above is just a deliberate appearance.

  He is not the kind of character who easily trusts others. Even if Tabitha Agnes has no need to lie to him, but being able to say this proves that at least he knows that he has a core inheritance of the elves!

   Being held hostage, the other party is still a big boss who can't be beaten or escaped by himself, how can you feel good?

   "Your Excellency, why are you here?" Gregoria Kate asked proactively.

  Afraid that Art would suffer in front of her.

  A powerhouse of this level, even if he doesn't have the ability to control the mind, can still influence the opponent with his own momentum and spirituality.

   "For him!" Tabitha Agnes looked at Art.

   "I don't seem to know you." Art was not surprised at all, but he still struggled symbolically.

   "Did you go to the beach on the day of the heavy rain and summon a meteorite?" Tabitha Agnes asked.

  Gregia Kate glanced at Art with some surprise.

  He still has this ability? !

  Spiritual similes are not prophets, and even a prophet cannot observe a person’s future at will, especially for someone with destiny like him—he doesn’t have a lifespan of thousands of years, basically he thinks he lives too long.

   "Yes." The other party has already approached the door, so he is naturally confident that there is no room for struggle. Instead of leaving a bad impression, it is better to admit it cleanly.

  Yate knows the current affairs in this way.

  (end of this chapter)