In the ambassador's exclusive lounge, Mayer and Enguize stood facing each other.
"...Things are like this. If you want to know more, I can't help it, because I only know this."
Mayer spread his hands.
When he looked at the person in front of him, he could clearly feel the pressure emanating from him, the huge pressure that made all the hairs on his body stand on end.
Faced with this pressure, he did not struggle at all and told the other party all the information he wanted to hear.
"So that's it." En Guize squinted his eyes and lowered his head in thought.
This serious environment made Mayer very uncomfortable. He looked around and decided not to act arbitrarily and said:
"When I came here before, I was still wondering why a diplomatic ambassador's lounge didn't even have a guard. In fact, I was wrong. You don't need a guard at all, because you are an extraordinary person yourself."
Enguize smiled slightly and did not continue what Mayer said. He stared at the mask in Mayer's hand and asked: "What is that?"
"An extraordinary weapon, an eighth-level shapeshifter in the alien field, named 'Shapeshifter's Bone Mask'. It can be used in two ways: active use and passive parasitism..."
"Okay, there's no need to say so much, I just want to ask briefly."
"I'm sorry. When I get nervous, I can't help but want to talk."
"How did you get here? Behind that door, I can feel the ability to distort space." Enguize continued to ask.
"It's another extraordinary weapon, if you need it..."
Before Mayer could finish speaking, Enguize waved his hand and said impatiently: "No need, you can go."
Mayer nodded, suddenly stunned, and then his eyes widened, feeling as if he heard wrongly, "Did you just say something?"
"You can leave," Enguize repeated, "or do you plan to stay?"
Mayer stared at the other person's face and found that the other person's expression was extremely serious and did not look like he was teasing him at all.
In fact, when the other party knocked out Count Krypt, Mayer had a vague sense of something. The Ambassador Mogorian standing in front of him should also have some unknown secrets.
But the other party was willing to let him go, which was what surprised Mayer the most.
It's just that he can't care about so much at this moment. It's an unexpected surprise that he survived. The only thing he wants to do now is to leave this damn place quickly, then go to a random bar to have a drink and never care about the mission again.
.
Mayer looked at the other party carefully, walked to the door step by step, turned around and said, "Am I really leaving?"
Enguize didn't say much, he simply waved his hand.
Mayer swallowed, opened the door in front of him with great pressure, and then walked in carefully step by step with a very awkward posture.
It wasn't until the door to the room was closed again that Enguize let out a sigh.
"Come out."
Following an order, a dark figure appeared in the room, then came to Enguize and knelt down on one knee.
"Master." The man was dressed in a black suit, like a traveler in the night, but there was no hair on his exposed head, no eyebrows, beard, hair, or even eyelashes.
The whole head is bare and looks very awkward.
"Just now he became invisible behind me. He cooperated very well and the timing was very accurate. He successfully made that person feel scared," Ngize said.
"Thank you, Master, for giving me the weapon, which allows me to exert greater power." The hairless man lowered his head again.
En Guize waved his hand, looked out the window at the boundless night, and whispered: "Can you catch up? See who is behind him?"
"Oh, I forgot. He also used extraordinary weapons when he left. There should be nothing he can do."
"Okay," the hairless man said solemnly, "Although I can't trace his traces, I understand the psychology of such assassins. Based on their actions, I can wait in advance on the only way they can leave.
"
"By the way, I forgot again, you have just been promoted from 'Assassin'," Enguize nodded, "Then go ahead. Remember, it is tracking and does not require you to take the initiative."
The hairless man nodded, turned around and left. After taking three steps, he disappeared into thin air.
After a while, the balcony window suddenly opened for some unknown reason, letting in cold wind. After a while, the window closed again, as if nothing had happened.
Enguize sat on the sofa, thought for a while, then stood up, picked up the revolver, and came to the side of Count Kripte who had passed out.
En Guize held the gun in his hand and looked down at him. Suddenly, the corner of his mouth curled up and he said to himself:
"The person who came to assassinate me was me, but could the real purpose be you?"
"And, most importantly, which force is behind him? It's really exciting."
After saying that, Enguize aimed at Count Krypt's shoulder, turned the gun slightly to the side to ensure that it would only cause a scratch, and then pulled the trigger.
"boom!"
A rapid and loud gunshot broke the peaceful night sky of Faerun. In the darkness, several unknown birds flapped their wings and flew away.
Enguize looked at the wound on Earl Krypt's shoulder, nodded with satisfaction, then aimed at his calf and pulled the trigger again.
"boom!"
If the last gunshot could be explained by auditory hallucinations, then the gunshot this time caused everyone in the Golmlin Palace to panic.
Enguize ignored it, just gritted his teeth, picked up the chair next to him, and threw it towards the window with all his strength.
The sound of breaking glass was like a fuse, causing the originally turbulent crowd to instantly become confused.
Enguize listened to the shouts coming from the window, smiled softly, and then took a deep breath.
"Help!"
A heart-wrenching roar resounded through the sky, spreading far over the Gormlin Palace.
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Faerun, East 2nd District, Musketeers Bar.
It was already late at night, and three hours had passed since the gunfire in Golmlin Palace. While the entire administrative district was in chaos, the second floor of this bar was still quiet.
Metalion listened to the noise outside the window and felt a spiritual fluctuation. When he turned around, he saw Mayer clumsily walking out from behind the door.
"In such a situation, it is difficult for me to judge the result of the action. Is it successful?" Metalion asked.
Mayer made a grimace, and after completely walking out from behind the door, his whole shoulders and head slumped.
He took off the golden badge that was split in the middle, thought about it, and then took out a mask that looked like it was carved from white bones, and threw them at Metalion.
"Failed."
"Failed?" Metalion showed a rare surprised look, and then looked at Mayer.
"Don't look at it, I wasn't injured, but it was indeed a failure."
Metalion nodded, without saying much, put the golden badge and the bone mask into the black box and carried it on his back.
"If you have nothing else to do, the mission ends here. I will go to Seziva later. If you want to find me, you can go there."
"Seziva?" Mayer smiled bitterly, "That kind of city full of rocks is not suitable for me. In comparison, I prefer York in the east."
"My teacher is in York, if you want..."
"No need, I have concluded a truth from this action," Mayer pointed at his face and said seriously, "People like me are not suitable for life on land. Too complex an environment will make me
Lost hope for life.”
"But I've heard the reason why you left the sea."
Mayer waved his hands with a frown on his face, "I will find a way on my own. You can leave first. I want to stay by myself for a while."
Metalion didn't say much, didn't even say hello, he carried the box on his back, put on his scarf, and pushed the door open.
Mayer was the only one left in the room. He lay down for a while, then stood up, poured himself a glass of beer, burped with satisfaction, and pulled out an envelope.
This was given to him by the puppet, mixed with the information about the entire mission, but it was marked on the envelope that it could only be opened after the entire mission was over.
Mayer sighed, "Really, it's just a loss-making business. It seems that I'm really not suitable for this industry. The sea is better. I only need a small boat at the beginning, and everything can be used later."
Robbed."
As he spoke, he recalled the ambassador from the United States of Mogorian and the intimidating aura exuded by him.
"What can make me even a seventh-level person scared...is it a sixth-level transcendent? Or some powerful extraordinary weapon? Are all the people on Mogorian's side so powerful?"
"But judging from that person's behavior, he should have come with some purpose, but... I don't dare to be interested."
Mayer drank several glasses of wine before taking the envelope.
And the moment he opened it, a mysterious and huge force suddenly came towards him, like a tsunami that destroyed the world and swallowed him whole.
Spirituality began to get out of control, and the spirit began to become trance-like.
In his chaotic consciousness, Mayer seemed to see a circular symbol, and the power that swept him was emanating from the symbol in front of him.
"The power of fate?" Mayer said weakly.
Suddenly, he seemed to understand everything, and a smile began to appear on his originally confused face, a helpless, sarcastic and unwilling smile.
"That's it, so it's like this..."
"It turns out that all of this is a trap, and I am just a small chess piece. I don't even have the qualification to exist on this huge chessboard..."
"Hahahahahaha!"
Mayer suddenly laughed, with a hint of madness and ridicule.
"Since that's the case, it doesn't matter..."
Suddenly, his eyes that had lost their luster burst out with dazzling light again, with a hint of viciousness.
"I curse you, I curse this world, I curse this city, I curse Griffin, I curse you..."