The Wizard’s Fairy Tale

In the night of late autumn, the sky is high and foggy, and a crescent moon hangs in the sky, and the cold moonlight shines on the whole land.

At this time, the walls around the small village of Nisai have almost been built.

The three-meter-high double-layer brick wall encloses the entire small village of Nisai, leaving only a big gap in the front and back.

That's the entrance.

In the small village of Nisai, two carpenters and a group of apprentices spent most of their time building the walls and doors after the wooden mold of the briquettes was made last night.

The wall and door must be thick and high, and the outer layer must be covered with iron sheets. This is a lot of work.

Outside the four walls, there is a bare wilderness.

There are wooden stakes on the field.

This place was originally a forest, but since the invention of the wood saw, the tall trees outside the fence have been brutally murdered.

In the days before coal was discovered, this forest continuously provided the driving force for the development of the small village of Nisai.

It was also during this period that an open-pit coal mine was mined, and the demand for trees was minimized, so the bare wild land did not expand.

But even so, outside the walls of the small village of Nisai, there was an open space hundreds of meters long.

Unobstructed view!

If there was any large-scale enemy attack, the villagers in Nisai Village would be able to spot it immediately and have enough time to react.

But if the number of enemies is not large, it will be very difficult to guard against them.

After all, the guards had limited members, and the borderline of the new Nisai village had become long. If the enemy was agile, it would not be easy to spot the enemy.

For example, now he is hiding in the bushes at the edge of the forest, his eyes are like cold stars, looking at the three Scarlet Hand killers in the small village of Nisai.

"Tsk tsk tsk, it's incredible. I remember that not long ago, this place was just a dilapidated village, right? It's only been a while, and a town is about to be built... No wonder this illegitimate son of Odyssey VII has the courage to stay here?" This killer, wearing a gorgeous tight-fitting aristocratic dress, was dressed in a fancy dress, and his face was smeared with thick gouache. He was as pale as a dead man's face. A thin long sword hung from his waist.

"Yes, Lord Seraph. According to our information, three months ago this place was just a small village. After he came, only three months later, a town was almost built here. The one in Patras City I have always regarded this place as my own forbidden land before. These actions of the illegitimate son of the Grand Duke Odyssey VII are provoking the master of Patras, so the master has always disliked him. If he dies tonight , Among the people who will celebrate, there must be the owner of Patras."

Answer that this Lord Seraphim is a very ordinary middle-aged man, with an ordinary figure, ordinary clothes, and an ordinary tone of voice, and the weapon cross key on his waist also looks ordinary. All in all, he is a very ordinary People, people who don't impress.

"Some people are always so annoying! Wherever they go, people want him to die. I don't know why?" Seraphim, the feminine killer, said with emotion.

"That's why our business will last forever!" It was another killer who said this, but he was an impressive person, with a childish baby face and an adult's height Half, holding a round iron rod in his hand.

"Hehehe..." Seraphim smiled slyly, "Let's go, offend someone who shouldn't be offended, let us send him into eternal sleep!"

The Seraphim was very confident, and the other two killers also didn't find it strange.

A big knight, plus two knights, such an assassination combination, even if the number 12 of the Scarlet Hand is killed, there is no need to worry about what cards the number 13 William has.

Just a little Baron! They all think so.

The Seraphim strolled in the front, and the other two assassins tried their best to follow behind. Only the sound of the wind could be heard, but within four or five seconds, the distance of hundreds of meters was easily crossed, and the three killers Came to an unguarded fence.

Because of the shortage of manpower, only two gaps in the wall were guarded by guards.

The three-meter-high wall is a natural danger for many enemies to advance.

But that by no means includes three killers who are beyond ordinary.

As soon as they bent their legs and kicked the ground, they bounced straight up, touched the edge of the wall easily, and with a little force, they came to the middle of the wall, jumped down again, and landed silently. Then he went into the small village of Nisai quietly.

The time spent in the middle is not even a second.

After standing upright again, the three killers ran directly to the center of Nise Village without any delay—if their information was correct, their target was at the meeting place in the center of the village.

However, this is already information from two months ago, and the three killers can only hope that their target is a nostalgic person, and don't change addresses randomly, otherwise it will be very troublesome to find.

Yes, they just find it troublesome, not worried that the goal will not be achieved.

In the middle of the night, most people in Nisai Village were already asleep.

Compared with the hustle and bustle of the day, the small village of Nisai is very deserted and lonely at night.

The three killers easily avoided the guards who were watching the night, and soon came to the center of the village, in front of a mud house.

There was a dim light coming out of the earthen house, and candles were still burning inside.

In this day and age, candles are still lit in the middle of the night, and ordinary people do not have such a luxury.

The three killers have confirmed their eyes, that is the person they are looking for.

The Seraphim stopped sneaking around, stood in front of the earthen house, sorted out his messy clothes, put on a decent smile on his face, and knocked on the door lightly.

"Boom, boom, boom..."

"Who? Come in." William's voice came from inside the earthen house.

Seraphim smiled triumphantly when he heard the words, pushed open the door, and walked in.

The two killers followed him silently, and they were already used to the strange habits of their boss.

William was standing in front of a table covered with "debris" of various animals and plants. William was wearing leather armor with a cloth bag tied around his left waist and a cross sword hanging from his right waist.

Seeing a few killers, William wasn't surprised at all. Instead, he looked at them calmly, "Welcome to my territory as a guest, strangers, don't you introduce yourself?"

As soon as the ordinary-faced killer and the baby-faced killer entered the earthen house, they quietly occupied the checkpoint position, and at the same time secretly observed the scene in the house.

Only the leader Seraph, frank and frank, without so many small gestures, came to William, with a decent but indifferent smile on his face, and performed a noble etiquette to William.

"Late at night visit, please forgive our presumptuousness, Baron Dikas!"

"It seems that you have come prepared! Let me guess who you are?" William's eyes fell on the scarlet gloves on their right hands with playfulness.

"The Scarlet Hand?" Although it was a question, William spoke in a positive tone.

"Yes." Seraphim indicated with a smile.

"To be honest, you don't feel like a killer to me, but rather like a guest!" William chuckled, "If you are really a guest, I will welcome you very much, and the entire Dikas Territory will welcome your arrival. "

"It's a pity that we have always been a group of annoying guests." Seraphim's voice was soft and cold, and he changed the subject, "I always think that death is beautiful! It is artistic! It is decent! I have always I think that I am obliged to find the beauty of death for each of my guests!"

"Oh! Do your guests agree with your idea?" William asked with interest.

"There are always a lot of ignorant people in the world!" Seraphim said regretfully.

"Indeed!" William nodded in agreement.

The Seraphim was very excited when he heard it. He had the feeling of meeting a bosom friend. He showed his eight white teeth and said with a smile, "For such an interesting person like you, why couldn't I meet you earlier?"

"It can be killed by you earlier, right?" William asked hehe.

"Hahaha..." Seraphim smiled with open mouth, "Baron Dikas, I will regret killing you for a long time. So, after killing you, I will peel off your skin and put it on On my armor, every late autumn night, we can communicate for a long time!"

"I allow you to choose the way of death!" Seraph said generously.

"I really want to know who sent you to kill me? The Scarlet Hand sent two groups of people in a row, and the person behind them really hates me to the bone!" William asked calmly as his heart moved.

"Dear Baron Dikas, you are so wise, can you guess?" Seraphim said with a smile.

"Viscount Grian of Patras?"

"Why do you doubt him?"

"After I came to this land, I realized that Viscount Grian's influence is everywhere. If I disappear, I believe that Viscount Grian in Pat City will be very happy." William said.

Seraphim looked like a cat playing with a mouse, neither admitting nor denying it.

William tried to see something in his eyes, but unfortunately, he couldn't see anything, not even eye shit.

William's mind turned, and he asked tentatively, "Could it be the one from the city of Purcell? That one really holds a grudge. I was expelled from the city, so why not let me go?"

With all his plans, William has grudges in this world, and there are only two people with energy.

One is Viscount Grian.

One is the one in the city of Purcell.

Apart from the two of them, William really couldn't think of anyone who would spend so much money and hire a killer to kill him!

"Is it him?" The Seraphim didn't speak, so William could only ask again.

Seraphim looked playfully, "The Scarlet Hand never reveals the identity of the employer. Baron Dikas, sometimes regret is a kind of beauty! Life is not perfect, regret will make people nostalgic, think, and remember Stay, it will make people..."

Seraphim's eyes were blurred, as if recalling some long-term memory, he sighed, like a tired traveler on the road of life.

"Would you like it!"

Accompanied by William's shout, came a flash of sword light like lightning!

"Wasting my time, I have been acting with you for so long!"