Night Crow Master

However, when Yate moved halfway, he suddenly stopped.

Because, his crow servants discovered something--

All the exits to the outside of the castle were occupied.

Whether it was the guards or the servants, all were quietly killed.

If he wants to leave, he has to pass through five to ten enemies that may be at the same level as the assassins just now.

You can understand without thinking that the method of leaving directly can be completely rejected.

Click--

Hearing the sound, Yate immediately hid in the tall pot next to him, and the gloom changed on his body, causing him to quickly melt into the shadow of the wall.

And the person who appeared at the very edge of his vision...

Helos was very upset.

When he first saw the young man, he hurriedly stepped forward to try to solicit.

Who knew that young man turned out to be a wizard? Obviously feels more like a bard...

"Damn, I was mocked by Balan again."

He scratched his head irritably. The other party was not only a wizard, but also a nobleman, but also an apprentice to the Earl of Mercury.

In terms of identity, the other party was almost a baron, even Baran couldn't successfully recruit that Sir Crowred.

After being laughed at by Balan, he didn't want to stay in the banquet hall anymore, so he ran out.

"Just go back before the dinner..." Heros whispered to himself, complaining, "Damn Balan, **** Serra Gibbon..."

Compared to ordinary people, the arm of the mercenary president Balan had to grow half the length of a forearm, so some people secretly called him the Sierra Gibbon.

As he walked, Herlos' footsteps suddenly stopped.

"Ok?"

His complexion was as usual, but his body tightened calmly.

The irritability in his heart didn't let the excellent stalker relax his vigilance, and the strange sense of silence around him made him feel a little alert.

"Where are those servants?" After such a long journey, he didn't even see a servant.

Although he doesn't have the habit of being alert anytime and anywhere, as an excellent mercenary and an excellent stalker, he can quickly perceive the strangeness around him.

Such an anomaly would make him immediately alert.

Although thinking about too many things recently made him a little nervous, it is impossible for him to notice this abnormality so late unless he is in an absolutely safe place.

The Viscount’s castle was one of the places he considered “absolutely safe”.

The viscount did not conflict with him. On the contrary, there was an exchange of interests between the two. Although not a very friendly ally, the other party could not have the idea of ​​killing him.

And this heavily guarded castle is much safer than the mercenary guild.

Therefore, he didn't think of anything abnormal here at all.

I want to come now...

"It's a bit troublesome..." Heros, who noticed the abnormality, sniffed--he smelled a faint smell of blood.

Suddenly, this excellent stalker, who was not bright in the faction struggle, started to pace slowly.

The palm that kept rubbing his waist made him look like he was dealing with an old problem with a waist injury, making it difficult to detect his vigilance.

And when he was about to approach a corner planted with tall red roses, he vaguely saw a shadow lying behind the potted plant.

The trace of dark red made him immediately realize what was happening, and he moved his palm to his waist and kneaded it gently.

Kneading on the somewhat old belt.

This is an extraordinary item made from the stomach pouch of a big-mouthed wolf. Although it looks like an ordinary waist pouch, it can actually hold half the body of a sheep.

Although space props are rare, for a person of his status, he can still get it for a few months at a price.

His weapon is hidden inside.

Although it takes a few seconds to take it out, and you need to bear the weight of the items you carry, this is already an excellent storage item, but it is already an excellent storage item.

At this moment, he heard two beeping sounds coming from a corner ten meters away on the left-it sounded like the sound of a walking stick on the ground.

Heros immediately became alert.

The next moment, he saw a young man coming out.

"Mr. Holos, I didn't expect to see you here. Don't you think it's irritating to talk to those so-called upper-class people?"

The speaker was one of the sources of Heros' irritation, the Sir Claurido.

And thinking of the corpse not far away, he immediately became alert again.

However, at this time, he discovered that the young man's left hand made a few hidden gestures.

"Enemies.", "There are many.", "Many people died."

This is one of several communication gestures commonly used by mercenaries. As the vice president of the Mercenary Guild of the Red Rose Collar, how could he not recognize this gesture?

Although he still had doubts about the Sir Claurido in his heart, Holose quickly calmed down, pretending to be helpless:

"Oh, Sir Crowred, I don't want to deal with those people, you know, things that can be said in one sentence, they can start with dozens of sentences."

"No, no, Mr. Helos, this is the art of language." Atlant said, nodding slightly in his heart, his decision was correct. Although the vice president of Helos in front of him is not very good at acting, at least Calm enough.

Because of the things in the banquet hall, he labelled the vice president as "reckless" and "not careful enough."

It seems that the impression score he gave to the opponent seems to be low.

For the art of **** language, Helos screamed in his heart, but his eyes were fixed on the opponent's hand.

"Exit.", "Enemy.", "Many."

Many enemies to export? Is the exit already occupied?

Heros' pupils shrank slightly, and it was hard for him to imagine that Viscount Rosa's castle would be quietly sealed.

"all."

Heros also made a gesture and said from his own background: "The art of language? What is that?"

The other party gesticulated with gestures for statements, but what he said made Yate understand that the other party's words were questions.

"all."

Yate made the same gesture, expressing affirmation: "The art of the nobility."

Helos who got the reply hissed: "This is really a headache. I don't know any noble art. I'm just a mercenary."

Heros really had a headache, but not because of the noble language art, but because of the message "all entrances to the castle are blocked".

He raised his head and looked at the elegant young man in a black tuxedo and walking on a cane in the distance:

"I think, Sir Claurent, should we go back to the banquet hall? Perhaps Viscount Rosa may announce the results of cooperation with various forces in advance."

This time Helos didn't gesture, he believed that the other party could hear him.

"I think so too." Yate replied.

However, the pupils of Helos who stood opposite him shrank again.

Because the gesture of the young man before him changed rapidly several times.

"No.", "Dangerous.", "No.", "Dangerous."

The banquet hall is even more dangerous! ?

Heros is a little unbelievable. What place is more dangerous than a place with three high-ranking professionals close to the level of apocalypse?

But when this idea came up, another word came into his mind.

Could it be! ?

Heros stared at the young man not far away, his mouth opened slightly, and he said a word silently.

This word is not in the gestures of the mercenary communication, so he can only ask in this way.

And his inquiry was also replied——

The Sir Crowridge made an affirmative gesture.

...

"What happened?" The guests at the banquet looked at the servants who appeared next to them with some doubts.

"I said, I don't need..." A certain businessman, one of the three wealthy merchants led by Red Rose, looked at the servant who was holding the tray close to him, and couldn't help but say.

However, before he could finish speaking, a dagger pierced his body.

"Uh..." The businessman looked at the servant in front of him in disbelief, but he only saw a pair of faint blue eyes, indifferent and indifferent, not at all personal.

He clutched his chest, the fat accumulated on his body was not able to block the sharp edge. Just now, the dagger accurately passed through his ribs and pierced his heart.

Immediately, his body lost his balance, and he supported the long table beside him, and the fresh food on it that had not been eaten was knocked over to the ground.

The blood gushed from the heart, part of it flowed around in his body, and part of it flowed out of the wound, staining his clothes red.

His physical strength was taken away by the blood, and his spirit was infested by the fear of death, and he quickly lost his strength.

And this somewhat abrupt scene also made everyone's eyes wide open.

Seeing someone fell to the ground, some women's screams also sounded, letting everyone understand that this was not a funny falling joke, but a real attack.

As the steward of the castle, Barod was the first to react, and the old and powerful voice sounded: "Grab him!"

However, apart from the two decorative guards in the banquet hall, no guards came in.

And the two guards who rushed to the attacker were also cut their necks quickly by the actions of the two servants next to them.

咚——

咚——

The corpses of the two guards fell to the ground, and their necks were almost completely severed so that they could not even linger like a businessman, and they turned directly into corpses.

At this time, Viscount Rosa's voice sounded:

"Sorry guys, these people don't look friendly, and I don't remember an invitation to them."

Hearing the sound, everyone reacted and became vigilant.

"Right? Setia?"