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"Go to the inner city? My Majesty Maxke...what are you going there at this time? Now, except for the old city lord and the old men, and those high-ranking officials, no one can enter there, even wealthy businessmen, not even those rich businessmen. Especially if you have to bring so many people... I said, if you are planning to kidnap the old guy, then I advise you to forget it. That old guy is stingy and can't touch his money except himself. As for his descendants, it seems that there is only one daughter staying with him, but that's ugly..."

"So, I need your help, aren't you? You are the best guy in the city." Edward smiled familiarly and complimented quietly. Then he received a burst of laughter.

Elena frowned and looked at the hunter and the bald one-eyed guy in front of him, who was wearing a short linen robe and had a flirting conversation, and from time to time, they broke out a few unbearable swear words, as if they were old friends who had been together for many years and had talked about everything.

But in fact, the time they met was no more than an hourglass scale.

The female paladin couldn't help but shake her head.

But it is not surprising - contrary to the inconspicuous appearance, the mercenary in front of her, who was younger than herself, always seemed to bring her some incredible experiences.

Just like now, with the help of that little thief, he took the contact person on his head... He only spent two hourglass to contact certain forces in the city.

And the way they found is equally incredible.

...

After a few hourglasses, the group had already submerged into the darkness.

Here is a long silhouette, semicircular. It is made up of layers of gray-yellow square bricks. The whole silhouette is pitch black, low and abandoned. The walls and the ground are covered with water-eroded pits. The water flow once made the ground appear mottled, but this darkness has long dried up. Only the surrounding rock walls that have been eroded by sea water for a long time and have been uneven. Under the illumination of the fire, large areas of dark dirt on the four walls of the sewer pass through people's sight piece by piece, and traces of rust suddenly appear in the field of view. Then it is quickly thrown behind and penetrates into the darkness outside the coverage of the torch. The luster brings a long shadow on it, like countless monsters with fangs and claws.

Elena's eyes were always on Edward-

This is part of the underground drainage system in the center of Farne. In the past few hundred years, this system has been used to prevent the possible invasion of Farne by tides. However, decades ago, after the original dual-purpose fishing and commercial use was developed into a large commercial port, large-scale excavation caused the seawater level to drop nearly ten feet, so this place became a useless equipment.

However, in order to prevent the seawater from eroding all year round, the basic structure inside was very solid. Even if it was not used for such a long time, there was not much damage. In fact, thieves often used this convenient route that almost penetrated most of the underground in the old city... Of course, it would not be easily damaged.

Surprisingly, this drainage passage also passed under the castle - but the possibility of foreign invasion has been considered, so it is a separate passage that is likely to be guarded.

Although the map of the underground passage is in the hands of the female paladin, the cumbersome patterns, dim light and almost the same surrounding situation make it extremely difficult to check the path... But this complex and vague drawing seems to be no problem for the young hunter.

He just spent an hourglass scale and looked at it in detail from beginning to end. However, after entering this long tunnel, he took the position of the outpost and walked nearly two miles through the forked passage, but he seemed to have no signs of a lost path.

If the previous process of entering the city had made her more admiration and surprise to this young man who was younger than her, then her feelings were now surprised or even shocked.

Calm, wise, amazing memory.

A mage, or that's what it should be like... No, it should be said that most of the mages she has seen are probably not as close to a mage as the young man in front of her who was a mercenary not long ago...

Of course, she didn't understand that this was not a great achievement for Edward, or for any psychic warlock. Their self-hypnosis ability is not just used to paralyze pain, assist in casting or fighting, but also has some magical effects when memorizing certain files.

Although the deep edge of the hood almost obscured his eyes and left a deep shadow in that place, Edward no longer needed ordinary vision. He half-squinted his eyes, a subtle light flowing deep in his pupils.

At the far end of his sight, the Spirit Crystal servant hooked the cracks on the ceiling with six long star-like legs and moved silently. This magical creature used a ability beyond vision to perceive the surroundings. Darkness was also meaningless to it. Through telepathy, it accurately transmitted the scene after every corner ahead into the consciousness of the psychic warlock. The superposition of the two abilities allowed Edward to grasp at least the movement within a few hundred feet ahead in his heart.

So far, everything has been going smoothly.

This underground tunnel has not been used for too long, so even the city lord himself may have ignored it... However, Edward did not have too much confidence in the future. Things related to magic are always mysterious and unpredictable, and they will be troublesome when it comes to opponents - a prophetic spell may completely bankrupt the simple plan. What's more, although the area of ​​this sewer is vast, it is still deep underground, and the effect of a collapse is enough to make these people freak out - the previous underground adventure experience is still deeply etched in the hunter's memory.

What's more, the executor of this plan is already a big problem.

From the most practical perspective, Edward's suggestion is that the entire team of men is composed of priests. A paladin only needs to pick a few paladins - after all, blessing techniques, prayer techniques, magic armors, etc. in divine arts are of great value for battle. A warrior who is full of buffs and his usual combat power is very different, and the difference is between clouds and mud. Not only that, the priest can also relieve the negative state of his own warriors. Or simply give him a divine grace that is only effective for himself, and then take a hammer to hit the enemy. An experienced priest who combines divine arts combat skills and will never be inferior to any paladin.

However, reality always makes people have no chance to choose...

The surging crowds made it difficult for the temple to let go. In fact, the two priests who accompanied the team were forced to requisition under the premise of being extremely reluctant.

For the needs of secret actions, they were all cast some magic on their bodies, completely eliminating the friction of the armor, and also attached dark vision. However, the paladins were not wanderers who were skilled in secret actions, and they could not control their heavy breathing. They did not pay any attention to the way of action, with messy tap sounds - not to mention the sophisticated wanderers or hunters, even Edward himself, if he was the guard. He did not doubt that he could easily hear layers of echoes from the waterways from the ground in some key parts closer to the ground.

The paladins are chosen warriors of God. The blessings of the gods make their combat power quite impressive, far exceeding those of ordinary knights. Although the ability to fight on a large scale is lacking, if it is really narrow and difficult to fight in an environment of number of people, then even these ten people can play a huge role. What's more, the divine power on them can gain considerable advantages when facing evil.

If those men were not a group of 2juro's young boys.

Although they are also called paladins, they are actually like some students who have not graduated from higher education institutions... youthful and passionate. They unconditionally believe in justice and kindness... to be precise.

"It's really a lot of joy for the 2b youth." Hall sneered, "It seems they didn't notice at all. If the city lord suddenly had a sudden idea and ordered the catapult on the city tower to shoot a volley here, their dreams and courage would turn into a ball of meat paste. If God really knew everything, then probably what he meant was that he wanted to rebuild these idiots, right?"

Of course, Edward would not publicly express his contempt... Physiologically, he was only over fourteen years old, and he was more suitable for the comment of young boys than those people. What's more, 2b has its own advantages. A simple-minded guy would not have any strange views on actions like dying. The so-called honor of overthrowing evil and saving the city is enough for them to be excited and eager to try.

"For me, saving myself in battle is the first priority. Only by leaving my life can I have the opportunity to defeat the enemy and protect the things that need protection. I do not deny that there are things that are more important than life. But before that, first of all, I will consider not letting it enter danger, rather than deciding to give up life at any time. Giving up life will give up all opportunities. How can you guarantee that what you desperately protect will not be destroyed easily after you die? Sacrifice is noble, but it must be valuable, right?"

"Mercenaries are indeed boring flies. As long as there is a stench of interest, they will buzz... No wonder you are a trustless person. How could such a guy have any faith!"

"Oh, that really disappoints you. I have always believed in the Marxist-Leninist thoughts and Deng Xiaoping Theory, and followed the important speeches of the Three Represents to move forward unswervingly."

"...Is there a God's name like this in the world? And it doesn't sound like a normal God's name, but it's close to the code names used by evil beings to despise people's hearts..."

"…uh… When can the paladin be so irresponsible, maliciously speculate on unknown things based on his name alone? What's more, a great existence that will eventually liberate all mankind and let true peace, equality and freedom come on the earth..."

"That's really great...but why doesn't it feel like it's true?"

"Forget it, you shouldn't have expected you to do this. A guy without political awareness can understand..."

"Faith has nothing to do with politics, right?"

"How could it be not?"

“Is there any?”

"No?"

Edward naturally had no interest in maintaining peace... However, if this place really became an evil place, his chance to learn spiritual energy would be obviously ruined and he lost this opportunity. Should he really run to the dark area, find a spiritual sucking monster, and ask for ways to learn spiritual energy? So the best method is undoubtedly to allow these paladins to complete the task and relieve the evil threat here.

The lord of a medium-sized city may not be able to compete with the foundation of those great noble families. However, Farn is one of the few harbors in the Tuminis Empire after all, even if it is a conservative estimate, the tax amount here will exceed 10,000 gold coins a year, not to mention the wealth that a noble must have hoarded and the priceless treasures on the magicians.

The result of staying in the city and waiting for it is probably only the arrival of monsters and the destruction teams... If that's the case, it's better to bet on luck and send these little devils to the center... At that time, the paladins will take advantage of the people to eliminate the harm, and Edward can still make a fortune, which is much better than waiting here.

Moreover, this underground passage is the best escape route. The thieves have long created four or five of the fastest routes to leave the city over the years. Things are not harmonious and escaping is not a problem.

The two guards were slowly moving their bodies in the darkness. They were circling around a passage, and their paces were always close to each other, which was enough to ensure that they were not being attacked by sneak attacks, but the distracted spirit made them look more like they were spending time in circles.

1336, 1337... The tall guard was bored in his mind, calculating his movements, this unlucky errand... He cursed himself in his heart, constantly rubbing his fingers that were blown by the cold wind.

Wait, why is it so quiet? The vague sound of water dripping in the distance. The low buzzing sound of the wind blowing through the tunnel... No, even the footsteps that are close at hand can't be heard. Only the sound of heart beating and blood flowing suddenly becomes louder, even a little harsh... He raised his head in surprise. He glanced at the surroundings hidden in the darkness, then turned his body half a circle, and then turned half a circle...

Next he stiffened for a moment - because he found that in front of him was the back of his companion.

Tom? Strange? I should be walking with him on the back? What the hell is this kid doing? No, I accidentally went around for half a circle? This...

This is his last thought...

With a slight stiffness, the black figure had already flashed from behind to the left side of the warrior, and just cut into the dead corner of his sight. Then the triangular edge of his left hand pierced upwards, and with a slight sound, pierced straight into the body from the lateral vein. The severe pain made the prey open his eyes wide and try to scream as hard as possible. However, the pierced trachea and throat could only support him to spew a low hiss. At this time, the boy had already turned around and pushed him away, and while the black sword in his right hand drew a long arc in the air!

Kara!

With the magic-enhanced sharp blade and huge rotation force, even the tenacity of human cervical bones cannot resist, and the head rises into the sky with a blood arrow!

At the end of the continuous movement, the caster gently pulled the corner of his mouth.

His power did not return to the strongest state in his memory - it is very likely that he could no longer fully recover, but the ability of the psychic warlock gave him a unique way of fighting.

Self-hypnosis... The way the psychic warlock trains his own spirit will not cause substantial changes to the body, but it can gain the ability to control the deepest potential of the body and the mind - for example, he can endure pain, resist fear, ensure his movement accuracy when he is about to be exhausted or seriously injured, and even toxins and impending death.

This ability also allows him to see the sharp arrows flying towards him at high speed, and the sharp blades waved by his opponent can more effectively control each of his muscle bundles, and do fine work such as carving on his hair. Even through observation, he can judge the opponent's insight into his next move... And in the battle between swords and swords, this ability can often have a very amazing effect.

For example, now... life and death have been separated in a short breath.

The tunnel is constantly extending inward, and at every corner, death is also increasing.

Several paladins moved forward carefully, staring at the fire in front of them and the figures of the enemies. Even though they knew that they were outside the enemy's field of vision, they still couldn't help but hold their breath...

Because the short figure had already moved forward and walked into the range of the light.

It was not slowly approaching, nor did it deliberately enter the shadow, but the guard did not see him - the young hunter moved with his gaze, hiding himself perfectly in the blind spot he could not see, and touched his opponent.

After a few seconds of suffocating pause, Edward's left hand had already locked the other's throat like lightning, and the tip of the triangular thorn in his right hand was directly inserted into the back of the other's head along the connection between the cervical spine and the skull. It was like a prey bitten by a poisonous spider, and the gushing blood and fine and viscous white pieces were gushing from the neck. The strong man was harvested by the short god of death in a silent and violent twitch.

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