Night Crow Master

After Viscount Rosa left to talk to others, another person appeared in front of Yate.

A young paladin.

Although the opponent did not wear the iconic platinum armor of the holy knight in the Holy Light, but rather wore a robes similar to ordinary clergy, whether it was the walking posture or the eyes of the opponent, it proved that the opponent was a better person. A melee professional who relies on physical strength.

"I'm Aleus, Sir Claurido." The young paladin declared his name, and the eyes that should have been light brown were closer to platinum because of the power of the Holy Light.

"Hello." Yate looked at the person in front of him, and also thought of the other's reputation——

Among the red rose collars, a very talented one, at only seventeen years old, possesses a mid-level strength. It is precisely because of this that he was brought to the banquet by the Tu priest.

If nothing else, in the past few years, this one will go to the county church.

A veritable genius.

I don't know why, when Yate saw him, there was a strange feeling in his heart. The person in front of him was a bit special.

He didn't know where this feeling came from.

And Athias did not have such a spontaneous feeling, he just came to this conclusion when observing Yate——

Although the Viscount Rosa is not difficult to get along with, no one will be treated like this. Even his sons have never been so "close" on this occasion. Then, in other words- He is very promising.

Thinking of this, Athias couldn't help but glance at the two middle-aged people standing somewhere in the banquet. They would look in the direction of Viscount Rosa from time to time, but they didn't mean to lean over.

Compared with the two of them, the "Sir Crowred" is "very promising."

Athias knew his talent very well, and his end was definitely not the Red Rose Collar, nor Durad County, or even...not the Kingdom of Allen.

However, for this Viscount Rosa, he felt that the other party had extraordinary wisdom. Although the strength of the other party was not even the Apocalypse, but... he had never looked down upon this Viscount Rosa. .

And this young man who was "optimistic" by Viscount Rosa, although it might be because the opponent was an apprentice of Count Mercury, he didn't think so in his heart.

He prefers to regard the young man in front of him as someone with his own equal talent.

Athias believed in his own feelings—or rather, the revelation from the Holy Light.

And when he saw Yate's pair of eyes, he was even more certain of his thoughts.

Although he is younger than himself, the opponent is not at all like a person at this age. Even a wizard, he is not so mature at this age. With indifferent and cold eyes, he looks more like a warrior who has experienced battles. Not a fledgling wizard.

In his mind, Athias recalled the look he had seen before, and compared to this feeling, the final picture was fixed on a tall and burly figure-the paladin standing next to the archbishop.

"How is it possible?" Athias was also shocked by his own thoughts. The young man in front of him, who was similar to the apprentice of the low-level wizard, reminded him of the paladin, who was a glorious paladin with five stigmas. !

Suddenly, Athias's attention to Yate became a little higher.

"Your Excellency Athias, I think you should pay more attention to these foods than me." Ater, who was a little hairy by Athias's gaze, twitched his mouth. He couldn't help but think of some poetry he knew before. Content-that is a poem praising the emotions of the two soldiers.

And Athias still stared at him.

"Your Excellency Athias, I don't think you have any interest in philosophy, right?" Yate couldn't help but ask.

"Philosophy?" Athias was taken aback, and then he said solemnly, "I am very interested in the topic of'Me and Me' put forward by Archbishop Baphas of the Glory Continent."

"Me and me?" Yate was also taken aback. He didn't expect that the other party would really talk about philosophy...

"Yes, I have a philosophical book passed from the church in the northern port, which records the dialectics of the Rongguang continent. Among them, a Bafas archbishop proposed a discussion of'I am not me'. I think, The self is the subject of perception, the non-self is..."

Speaking of philosophy, the paladin named Athias started to talk with excitement.

"..."

.....

Yate didn't have much interest in philosophical studies, and he only had some superficial research on philosophy, and finally got rid of the paladin who loves philosophy.

After eating and drinking, and found an excuse, Yate started to wander around.

The viscount likes to plant some flowers and plants inside the castle, so, walking inside the castle, Yate has the feeling of walking in the technological greenhouse of the previous life.

He walked slowly on the corridor of the castle connected to the banquet hall, looking at the paintings hanging on the inner wall of the castle, his thoughts faded away.

In the hallway, there is only a servant passing by from time to time, which seems very quiet.

Although someone saw him leaving the hall, no one came to bother him.

But... he pays more attention to other things than these.

He felt a strange feeling.

Combined with the experience of the past few days, the guess in his heart has become more certain.

He squinted his eyes, gave orders in his heart, and the crowd of crows outside the castle also started to act.

...

On the other side, a male servant is pushing a simple cart, preparing to deliver food into the kitchen-there will be a dinner party in the evening, and now we have to start preparing.

He tilted his shoulders, preparing to wipe his sweat, but...

call--

A black shadow appeared from the corner, and the pitch-black blade cut across his neck, cutting off his trachea and arteries.

"Hoho--" The servant's eyes widened and his body fell backwards, but before his body fell to the ground, the owner of the dagger stretched out his hand and dragged him to the corner.

A short ten seconds later, a "manservant" came out, and after a few pots of potted plants in that corner, a deadly corpse was opening his eyes, his limbs were broken, his mouth was clogged with cloth, and he made a sound. Without coming out, blood slowly flowed from his neck, slowly taking away his life.

The same thing happened in various places outside the castle. The servants were killed and replaced one by one, and even the soldiers patrolling the periphery were quietly killed.

Another corridor not far away.

A young maid who should be less than eighteen years old, with sweat dripping on her delicate cheeks, walked quickly towards the kitchen with a tray, but when she walked the corner, a dark figure appeared——

Without any resistance, the maid was also killed.

Afterwards, a "maid" with a slightly different appearance, lowered his head, holding a plate and moved on.

"..." In the dark shadow behind the wall, Yate's eyes watched all this silently.

When the "maid" left, Yate walked out. He came to the corner where tall plants grew. The corpse of a young woman with only underwear lying on her limbs was twisted, her neck was torn apart by a sharp blade. The flesh and blood, there is no longer a trace of white and attractive feeling.

Yate was silent, then turned and left, his gaze, taking a deep look at the direction the "maid" had left.

His eyes turned to his inventory, where a letter was impressively placed.

[Hutchinson's secret agreement lv2: No name is involved, only the envelope with the time and place briefly indicated. 】

The time above is exactly today, and the place...

"castle".

Although only one word was written, it seems that you can know without saying that this castle refers to the Red Rose Castle.

"..."

Without stopping, Yate took a deep look at the direction of the banquet hall and walked towards the exit from the castle without looking back.

however.....

call--

A strong wind came from Yate's ears, and a sharp black blade aimed at his neck and hit.

Yate, who was always vigilant, immediately pressed his body down and swung his black cane back without looking back.

The assailant saw the black cane hit, and the left hand with the metal wristband stopped outside without even thinking about it——

As long as the black wood cane is opened and the next blow, this person will definitely not be able to escape!

However, when his wristband hit the black wooden cane, a dull metal crash sounded.

Click

The attacker's eyes widened, and the crisp sound and the intense pain let him know that the injured person was himself.

why? It's just black wood...no, it's metal!

In an instant, the assailant judged the information, and without much thought, he was about to pull back.

But how could Yate let him succeed?

The next moment, the assailant saw that in the sleeve of his right hand stretched back in the opposite direction, two lights were lit up, and the next moment, a black strange bird's head came out of the sleeve.

Gloom fear!

A sense of fear from nowhere immediately attacked his mind and caused his actions to stop.

As for his meal, Yate also took the opportunity to turn around and spread his left hand:

Dark energy erodes!

A black misty sphere the size of a palm flew out and hit the attacker's face.

"what--"

The assailant, who was hit by the dark energy eroding head-on, and once again enveloped in pain, subconsciously put under his eyes.

However, the next moment, the pitch-black cane slammed heavily on the top of his head, knocking the grunt he had not yet made directly back into his stomach.

What followed was a sense of dizziness and eternal darkness.

Looking at the corpse on the ground, Yate squinted his eyes slightly, then drew a piece of cloth to wipe the blood from the stick.

[Rough black iron cane lv6: The black iron cane is added. Because the time required is too fast, the blacksmith does not have enough time to develop his forging skills. However, the decoration skills are used to the extreme, and they look like roots. Ordinary black wood cane. ——In fact, it is heavier than the black wood cane. 】

This was a weapon he had deliberately forged by a blacksmith a few days ago. Originally, he just wanted to prevent it, so that he could instantly replace the black wooden cane and the black iron cane when using the weapon without being felt abnormal.

After swapping the black iron cane with the black wood cane again, Yate pressed the brim of his hat and accelerated his pace.