Chapter 699: The assassin is for sale! The archmages offer a high price!
Did the Royal Maternity and Infant Hospital catch the assassin?
This time, in addition to the two royal archmages, there was also a whole guard. Ten cavalry and forty infantry were surrounding a prison car, which was covered with magic-forbidden shackles.
He ran to the place and saw a group of human pupae lying on the ground. His mouth was wide open, tears streaming down his face, and his mouth was blocked by a bunch of vines.
That is to say, Gretel is a medical student, so he is very accurate in his attacks. If those weird-loving guys were allowed to mess around and the vines would get through any cracks, Mr. Assassin's airway would have been blocked long ago.
"Hey, you're here?"
Gretel popped up from the consulting room and greeted the mages who came to pick him up with a smile:
"Remember to leave me a whole person. I guess Black Crow Swamp will definitely be interested. If possible, don't damage your mind..."
"What?"
The two mages complained together. Hey assassin, hey torturer, are you sure you want to keep it intact? Even your sanity is not damaged? This difficulty is too high!
Mage Nordmark, are you on our side or on the side of the assassins?
"Oops," Gretel smiled and scratched his head:
"Isn't this the last time that several great mages were dispatched to help me catch the assassin? This favor must always be repaid. And the people at the Tower of Songs said that there were too few high-level experimental products, and the assassin last time was not very good.
It’s enough…”
So in your case, high-level assassins are just consumables used to return favors?
You make some noise just to attract people from the Glory Holy See to assassinate you, and then you pack them up and send them away?
When the favor is over, will you still sell assassins?
"But, but...this is really troublesome...whether it's transportation, custody, or torture, it's all very troublesome..."
No trouble!
No hassle at all!
On the ground, Mr. Tupac DeMille, who had been awakened by the guards but was still half anesthetized and bound, opened his mouth wide and howled silently:
When did the previous wave of assassins arrive?
who is it?
Why didn’t anyone tell me who I was before and how I missed it?!
Just coaxing me to work like this is a huge waste of manpower! It's a crime!
Don't kill me! I'm willing to surrender! I'll say anything!
But no one paid attention to him. In fact, he could only vaguely feel the movement of his arms and legs being tied up. Two knights stood beside him, one on the left and one on the right, stretching their arms, legs and feet.
Get on the rope, tie the knot, and chat:
"He seems to be awake? Do you want to give him a try again to keep him unconscious?"
"Isn't it good? Master Nordmark said that he must keep his body and mind intact. Give him a try. What if he gets damaged?"
The two people were murmuring and discussing. Mr. Tupac DeMille was lying on the carriage, desperately waiting for his fate to be pronounced. Suddenly, a white light shot at high speed, and it cut across the field of vision like a sharp sword:
So fast!
What's this?
Is it my savior?
Mr. Assassin was refreshed. He raised his eyes and saw a familiar bird flapping its wings and falling quickly. It turned out to be a tit... No, how could a tit be so fast?
The tit was plump, round, and white all over. When held in the hand, it looked like a small ball of snow. Its black tail feathers, which were longer than its body, were raised and raised, and it looked particularly naughty.
The long-tailed tit, the snow-colored elf in the forest, is one of the most common birds in the north. Mr. Assassin closed his eyes slumped:
After all, the miracle still didn't happen. No one came to save him. No one, including the Holy See's insiders buried inside the kingdom, tried to intercede with him...
Suddenly there was a slight itch on his face. Tupac Demir opened his eyes again and saw the little bird jumping on his face and jumping around. The thin paws fell on his face and stepped on it twice.
foot.
...Don't shit in my face!
Tupac wanted to open his mouth and scream. However, before that, the little bird had flapped its wings, opened and closed its beak, and made a dry, exciting, deafening sound:
"Little Grete! You are so kind! That assassin must be left to us, dead or alive! Just wait, we will send someone to pick him up immediately!"
The escorting knight had already raised the hammer into the air and was weighing the weight before silently putting it down.
The two court mages opened their mouths.
Mr. Assassin relaxed his tense nerves. After all, with the skin all over his body and the lower body paralyzed, he had nothing to tense up except his nerves...
"It's better to be alive and conscious. The one last time was already made into a skeleton soldier." The long-tailed tit was still chattering:
"Mrs. Alva is short of materials. If she is sane, she would be willing to contribute at least a thousand more contribution points!"
...Just beat me to death...I don't want to fall into the hands of a magician...A magician who needs a sane test subject, God knows what he will do to me...
Mr. Assassin wanted to die very much. However, he could not die. The two court mages staggered over with shattered views and ordered the knights to shackle the prisoners. While watching them work, they sighed:
"So this is the mage from Nevis?"
"No, I should say, so this is the legendary disciple! Being assassinated by a high-level assassin is like eating and drinking, and you can still think about sending the person back!"
Gretel: "..."
Don't be like this, I'm telling you, it's like I work part-time selling prisoners!
He stretched out his hand forward and spread his palm flat. After conveying the message, the little alchemy bird sent by His Excellency [Jade Crown] flapped its wings and fell back into his hand again. He lowered his head and pecked, and Grete's palm immediately turned red.
A small piece.
Gretel quickly took a magic crystal fragment and fed it to eat. He turned around and was about to go to work when the fragrant breeze in front of him moved, and he was blocked by Baroness Vitegue:
"Mage Nordmark, you can't continue to work here." The Baroness' face was serious, and her skirt spread out intentionally or unintentionally, blocking him and the refugees:
"These are foreigners, and there are assassins among them, which is not good for your safety. Moreover, they are likely to have diseases. For the queen's safety, please leave here immediately and stop treating them."
"Ah, it doesn't matter." Grete waved his hand and smiled carelessly:
"The assassin has been caught, there won't be another one. If you are worried, we can go through it quickly. As for the epidemic..."
He turned his eyes and glanced around. Elder Knox also came out of another consulting room. The two looked at each other and said in unison:
"It's not a disease."
"It's not an infectious disease."
An old man and a young man looked at each other and laughed at the same time. Elder Knox touched his beard, smiled and nodded:
"I'm sure it's the same disease I saw a long time ago. Don't worry, it's not contagious. Little Gretel, how did you judge it?"
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