"A tough hedgehog." Jeffrey concluded after circling the United Sugar Company.

Not only are there professional security guards at both exits, but every room in the three-story office building has curtains from the outside, making it impossible to tell where the general manager's room is.

"I wonder if I can find a chance to sneak in."

Jeffrey is most proud of his ability to quickly draw a gun at close range. He can confidently kill the target instantly within three steps.

"Um, how long will it take for the car to be repaired? Let's go to the city council."

A female voice asked from outside the carriage.

"Right now, ma'am, please wait a moment. The city council is far away. If it's not an important matter, it's better to take a public carriage."

He couldn't refuse directly. Jeffrey still wanted to continue to take a look, but he couldn't delay it deliberately, otherwise he would be suspected.

Jeffrey crawled out with oily hands. The lady in front of him was wearing business attire. Holding the letter in his hand, Jeffrey glanced at it casually out of the corner of his eye. It turned out to be the label of United Sugar.

"Madam, please get in the car. The car is fine." Jeffrey found a towel and wiped his hands, then opened the carriage door and said.

"Thank you. The boss was so urgent, but luckily he said he would reimburse me."

"Are you going there? Are you in such a hurry?" Jeffrey asked while driving the car.

"City Council, on the first anniversary of our company's opening, Mr. Cornell decided to hold a dinner to invite distinguished guests. The council members must be the top priority, so I was sent out to personally deliver the invitations one by one."

After hearing this, Jeffrey had an idea, so the dinner party naturally blended in, and then continued to talk.

"Is it the weekend? There must be many famous people attending."

"That's natural. Counting female companions and the like, there must be at least hundreds of VIPs."

There were definitely not enough guards with so many people, so Jeffrey decided to get a dress on Sunday and sneak in. After causing chaos and then taking the opportunity to kill Cornell, not only would the chance be much greater, but the police would definitely not be able to find a coachman responsible.

Taking the bait, Cornell knew that his idea was successful after watching the carriage leave at the door. The other party was probably coming to cause some damage to him, so he might as well do something big.

It must be very interesting to put both the hunter and the prey in a dark room.

Cornell poured himself a glass of red wine and tasted it carefully.

"This bastard actually used self-mutilation to resist my charm."

The room was full of smashed porcelain, and a young woman with a proud figure was venting her dissatisfaction.

"I think the leftovers are enough." Eva found a small bottle of white fine crystalline powder under the floor tiles. She exchanged her body for digoxigenin at a medical university. Her first two husbands were drugged.

Feed this poison and it will kill you.

Since the symptoms caused by this toxin are very similar to death from heart failure, even if the ex-husband’s family applied for an autopsy, it is very reasonable that two old men who had been drinking and drinking for many years died of heart failure.

"I'm going to sacrifice my appearance this time." It was unreasonable for Eva to think that a thirty-year-old young teacher must have died of heart failure. If further drug tests were conducted, she would definitely be suspected. But sudden death during some sports is not

Strange.

"Even if it's cheaper for that bastard."

Eva is also looking forward to Sunday's banquet. If Deidara can even get close to her beauty this time, she will have no choice but to risk being seen by drugging his wine glass.

In a basement of the School of Chemistry at Eggsburg University, Deidara was treating the wound on his thigh.

"It hurts." Deidara wiped the wound clean with cotton soaked in alcohol and tied it with gauze.

Why is the witch targeting me? Deidara thought about it. Although he is already an assistant professor at a young age, these attractions are most useful to those female students. A socialite in the Eggsburg social circle is not only not short of money but also

resource.

"Could it be?"

Deidara thought that there was also a female voice when assigning assassination missions, although he tried his best to disguise it.

"How could I be assassinated by a witch?" Deidara said with a bitter smile.

The witch must be the legendary supernatural being, and she is also the kind of person who confuses people. She cannot stab herself every time she has the opportunity.

I think about it, yes. I started to lose myself after I caught the other person’s gaze.

It's okay to avoid looking at her, but you can't hide her all the time. It would seem a bit strange.

"I think I need sunglasses. I'm going to take leave for the next two days and say I have an eye disease."

There is a mixed solution of tobacco and sodium hydroxide in a beaker next to it, and various bottles and cans are piled around it. A cork with steel needles stuck in it is placed next to it.

"It's not easy to make some nicotine, and you have to be careful about injuring yourself." Deidara sighed.

"There is still some ether. Let's take the time to deal with the target tomorrow morning. We will compete with this witch on Sunday."

Deidara thought of this and his confidence returned.

In the Eggsburg Port Market, Ernes' butcher shop closed its doors early.

"Huo, Huo, Huo." The sound of sharpening knives echoed in the house.

Ernes has a bit of obsessive-compulsive disorder and sharpens his knives before each mission. He particularly enjoys the feeling of separation between bones and flesh, which is even a bit morbid.

"Let's get the goods first and then go on the mission."

How could a person walking down the street covered in blood and stains not make people suspicious? He is naturally dressed as a butcher. Besides, he is really a butcher, so it is normal for him to have some blood stains on his body.

The dagger might not be enough to kill with one blow, Ernes carefully looked at the information given.

The other party was a former professional mercenary. After retiring, he bought a carriage and horses and started carrying people.

The opponent may have a hidden revolver, so he must get within three yards before striking.

Professional mercenaries have more or less premonitions of danger, and Ernes is thinking about how to approach reasonably.

After looking at the pork on the chopping board, Ernes had an idea.

"Pretend that the wheel is broken and you need to hire his carriage. When the goods arrive tomorrow, bring a nail to puncture the tire in front of his house."

Ernes had a plan, but it would be troublesome to deal with the remaining carriages and horses. After tricking the people into getting home, the carriages would be rushed to the North District, where the ownerless carriages would probably be stolen in less than half an hour.

As for the knife, I would choose this bone-chopping knife. Ernes uses it easily every day. I believe he will definitely be killed with one cut.

"Ah, that's right." Annick sneezed, and Little Bell handed over a tissue.

"You have a cold? Mr. Annick?"

"Maybe. It's been too long since something happened. I always feel like there's a big conspiracy brewing."

"Maybe you're thinking too much. The port branch didn't receive any major cases before you came here. You're just returning to daily life."

Little Bell seemed to be getting more and more natural, and these words touched Annick's heart.

"Okay, I'll go do something else."

The so-called "busy with other things" means that after completing the daily tasks, Annick took out the introductory book on runes given by Spencer.

Learn different rune combination skills and connections little by little.
Chapter completed!