Night Crow Master

When Yate's experience gauge rose twice, no one appeared in front of him again.

It seems that the enemies upstairs are far away.

After making a judgment, Yate moved on.

In his memory, the study is on the first floor.

However, he didn't think that Viscount Rosa's study was the only one on the first floor.

The last time he saw the Viscount Rosa, he discovered that there were few books in that study...

Even if compared with the study room of the former Viscount Claurent, it was much less.

He didn’t think that Viscount Rosa had no interest in collecting books, even if he did,

So, it is more likely that there is a study room on other floors, or...with that "treasure room"?

He stretched out his hand, leaned on the wall, and slowly moved on to the other side of the corridor.

"go with."

With a slight movement of Yate's palm, a crow servant flew over.

at this time--

call out--

The arrow broke through the air, and a crossbow arrow passed under the wings of the crow servant, bringing down a few feathers and a few drops of blood.

Yate's eyes condensed, and the dark light and shadow surged over Yate's body, fusing him with the surrounding walls.

If you don't observe carefully, it's hard to find him.

But not long after Yate was in hiding, a man dressed as a guard with a long sword walked over. He looked at the crow that was frightened and avoided, and his gaze flicked around, passing by Yate's hidden corner.

"No." He turned around and said.

"Kill the crow or drive out." Another voice sounded.

"I see." The guard nodded not far away.

There should be only two people.

Yate adjusted his breathing, his arm holding the black iron cane trembling slightly, carefully judging the location of the other enemy.

He needs to be cautious. Several consecutive battles have consumed a lot of his physical strength, and there is not much strength left.

This is not a game.

"call--"

Taking a deep breath, Yate turned his gaze slightly, and only used his peripheral vision to look at the enemy, if his gaze made the opponent alert in advance, it would be troublesome.

After hearing the words of his companion, the "guard" walked towards the crow that was "started to fly" holding the long sword.

At this moment, he seemed to be aware of something normal, and suddenly turned his head and looked towards the hiding place of Yate.

At the moment of eye contact, he instantly felt a chill hit, and the seemingly ordinary shadow seemed to squirm, as if countless black crows were roughly crumpled into a ball.

The sudden fear made his hair stand up.

The next moment, he felt a sharp pain in his neck. At some unknown time, the crow that was shot in the wings by his companion had already stood on his shoulder, and the blue rose came out of its wound. It spread to him.

The guard's eyes widened, and he took two steps back in a panic: "No! No!"

He slapped his shoulder in a panic, and the crow fluttered and flew up, but the blue rose did not disappear.

Still wriggling on his shoulders.

At this moment, his peripheral light suddenly saw that the shadow wriggling in the corner of the wall had appeared beside him at some point, holding something high.

Before he looked up to see what the thing was, it fell.

Immediately, a sharp pain passed, and his eyes were completely dark.

咚——

The sound coming from here made the other person at the corner of the corridor a little puzzled. After hearing the sound, the pretender holding the bow and crossbow walked over quickly, wanting to see what happened.

However, when he came to the corner with a vigilant look and was about to raise the crossbow, four crows rushed towards him. This situation made his fingers tighten, and the arrow on the string was shot by him. .

call out--

The crossbow arrow that flew out did not hit Yate, or in other words, it was offset by fifty or sixty degrees from Yate's location.

When the opponent appeared, Yate's slightly trembling palm had already squeezed the black iron cane in his hand, his abdomen shrank, and **** air was sucked into his chest.

Whoosh--

The body was slightly curled up, the soles of the feet pushed out forcefully, the whole person flew out like an arrow from the string, and a heavy sweep against the enemy's neck.

Click

The scream stopped abruptly before it was spit out from his throat. Yate, who was unable to accurately control the exhaustion of his strength, swept the opponent's body directly with this sweep.

The impact of this heavy blow also made his palms and wrists aching.

No more, if this continues, it will not be able to support it.

His face was a bit ugly, relying on his combat experience and the help of the crow servants, his current level was almost at the limit.

How many enemies are there?

The number of enemies is indeed beyond his imagination. After all, from the perspective of the crow servants, there are more than 25 people surrounding the two entrances outside the castle, and some people are on the side of the castle. , And the total number is twenty.

In his judgment, there should be only more than twenty enemies in the castle.

Now, he has used sneak attacks and similar methods to kill 15 people one after another, and he can only do this, not to mention other things, as long as there are three enemies at the same time, although he can kill them, he will still Paying the price of serious injury, let alone facing three people when injured, even two people can't deal with it.

And he has exhausted almost the same amount of energy now, almost as badly injured.

[Character name: Black Crow (Yat Angus Claurido)

Occupation: Crow Wizard (lv3), Night Wizard (lv4)

Attributes: Strength 0.7 (0.8), Constitution: 0.4 (0.8), Agility: 0.6 (0.8), Spirit: 1.3 (1.6)

State: Fatigue]

Glancing at the changing attributes, Yate picked up the long sword on the ground and cut the necks of the two.

A text prompt for gaining experience points appeared.

He leaned against the wall beside him a little tiredly.

At this moment, he suddenly found that-looking at the flat wall at hand, there was something unusual in the place where his palm was pressed.

A depression, where his fingers touched, there was a faint depression, and the depression revealed a trace of psychic energy.

Psionic? trap?

He looked at the depression carefully, his body collapsed, ready to avoid any traps that might exist inside.

However, there is no situation.

Yate has some doubts.

Then, his palm touched it, and the seemingly flat wall instantly sank--it was a piece of leather like sheepskin.

This disguised thing is just a piece of leather, and the weak psionic energy originates from several psychic inscriptions carved on the back. The inscriptions are irregularly distributed in six directions, forming a pattern.

this is? Spell items?

Art was a little confused, and he took the leather in his hand.

The weak psychic energy, like a strand of hair, constantly spilled out of the inscription.

In the hollow behind the leather, there is a piece of parchment.

Yate frowned deeply, not because of other things, but because of what was written on it.

"Hello, Sir."

"How do you say? First you need to believe me, Sir."

"I'm sure you will find it, at the right time."

"Now, many guests have appeared in this castle."

"They were not invited by the master."

"And I can be sure that you won't be on their side, will you?"

"After all, you are an invited guest, and you are welcomed by the castle owner."

"The name of this thing is'Phantom Bird Kiss.' Oh, Sir, although the name is good, it is made of leather and has nothing to do with the bird's beak."

"It can help you pass through here and reach Viscount Rosa's treasure room."

"You can get what you want there."

"Trust me, after all, you will come here and find it, and it's not voluntary, do you? You need this too, don't you?"

"Sir Claurido."

"—An unknown well-intentioned person."

At the bottom of the leather, a simple map was drawn.

The location of the word "treasure room" written in Allen language, marked with a red dot, also attracted Yate's attention.

Yate narrowed his eyes slightly, and although his expression was a bit solemn, he did not panic.

Prophecy?

After seeing those sentences, he immediately thought of a branch in the magic school of wizards.

This is most likely the prophecy of a powerful figure.

Not to mention anything else, if his guess is correct, with that person's strength, he can do all of this completely.

He was barely considered a junior wizard apprentice, and a small scum of barely mid-level professionals, could not evade such prophecy.

Of course, this thing may also be left by Viscount Rosa.

Viscount Rosa had been prepared for Madame Rose's invasion a long time ago, and he saw that he had a plan, and it was logical to leave something for himself to find, and it was not impossible for him to help do something.

He believed that with the wisdom of the viscount, it was completely possible to do this.

After all, if his guess is correct, then his evaluation of the Viscount can be improved a little bit.

Write down the map on the parchment paper, then put the leather in the inventory and take it out:

【Phantom Bird Kiss lv11: A magic item made from the skin of several unique creatures in the Phantom Realm-the Phantom Bird. Like their predecessors, it has a hidden figure and the ability to eliminate perception. "As long as you give some powers, you can be invisible. The password is Haroran is a bitch. No, no, the password should be I hate hairless birds." —Oh, my God, these **** hairless birds , How did they appear next to me, no, wait, this is a good material. 】

[Unknown’s request lv3: A piece of ordinary parchment with some things written on it, and a simple map. Apart from this, there is no signature, only the mark of Viscount Rosa. 】

Seeing the content of the evaluation, Yate couldn't help but raised his brow, then took out the Phantom Bird Kiss and held it in his hand.

Psionic surge——

"I hate hairless birds."

"......"no response.

Yate raised his brows, as if thinking of something, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly and said:

"Halloran is a bitch, no, no, the password should be I hate hairless birds."