After eating for a while, the air shook and seemed to fall from the air.


    "Oh, oh, our side is full of minions without any intelligence. We only know that they are from the emerging assassination organization ijnia established more than a year ago. Do you have any important people on your side?" Starr''s voice sounded out of thin air.


    Starr won''t be invisible. Sonny should have helped do it.


    His mouth was still full of meat and bone fragments from the assassin''s body. He could not utter complete words. He pointed with his fingers and was still hung. His legs were cut clean by the sickle tentacles. There were only half of the bones left in his lower body.


    It''s incredible that HP hasn''t died yet, but HP is obviously about to bottom out.


    Starr grabbed his hand and stood where he was. After a while, the surroundings became quiet. He thought maybe Luna came nearby and started shooting.


    "[regenerator]], all right, get up, get up!" Starr lost a healing magic to the assassin captain and kicked his legs full of granulation regeneration.


    "Huh?!" the assassin captain woke up to this strong feeling. He knew that a new round of extorting confessions by torture was about to begin, and immediately prepared to bite his tongue.


    "[charmspecialties]! Are you the ijenia organization?"


    "Yes."


    "By virtue of your silver level strength, I let you assassinate? That is to say, are you inquiring about someone''s abandoned son?" sta continued.


    "There is no explanation, but I think so."


    "Who hired you?"


    "I don''t know."


    "Why? I don''t know how employers negotiate compensation?"


    "I wait for everything to follow orders."


    "What''s on it?"


    "I don''t know!"


    "Another question: where is it?"


    The assassin captain gave an address that the goblins had never heard of. Starr first took out a small book, wrote it down in turn with all kinds of words he learned, and unfolded it to the assassin captain: "which one is it from top to bottom?"


    "Second."


    "Imperial writing? That''s an unknown place in the Empire, or a place nearby where imperial writing is also used. But it saves a lot of thought in or around the country. It should be all right for the time being tonight. Let''s go." sta closed his little book and put it into his satchel.


    "I said, you didn''t seem to have discussed that series just now?" he said stupidly.


    "This kind of thing - just rely on friendship and trust that his companions will handle everything." sta put on a hot-blooded pose.


    "Who believes it?"


    "I''m kidding. We have similar experience in the mountains and hills. And that group of people - send it to granbelle and then give it to the imperial Ministry of magic and magic as experimental materials. Didn''t we hear at the previous dinner that the quality of the undead is also related to the mental state before death? Experimental materials for this special profession must be very rare."


    "Well, they didn''t go back. Isn''t it exposed? Should they try to find out the location and kill the door as soon as possible?"


    "No, please mention to the varudo family when you send the body. These people want to snipe the carriage of the Earl''s house and the three Butler of the Marquis of the Empire. Oh, the death penalty... No, all the people are killed! Kill the nine families! [middle magic seal fireball]]"


    The surface of the arrow suddenly glowed with magic. In fact, this arrow was originally enchanted with the effect of penetrating armor. Now, this arrow has become a "armor piercing grenade" that will burst horribly.


    "Mr. coachman, the three Butler of Marquis Robel bardo''s house, your skill seems to be OK. I wish you good luck." after that, sta took up the crossbow that fell on the ground, aimed it at the direction of the carriage, didn''t move for a moment, and then smiled, "excuse me... How do you aim at this?"


    "Poof!" he almost didn''t laugh.


    "No! Stealth close to attack." Sang Sang nearby make complaints about it.


    "Forget it, I''ve learned some weapons in the dwarf country. I''ll go." Luna, who was responsible for soundproofing the torture, came up, took the crossbow and ran in the direction of the carriage.


    "Will this man eat it?" he pointed to the hanging man and asked.


    "What''s the matter?"


    "I''m just thinking, do you want to cure him completely and have a real assassination or something."


    "Oh, you''re so stupid," said Starr contemptuously. "The assassination organization is just a thug. If it''s really assassinated, if the real behind the scenes man has a voice, he''ll throw the pot over, won''t he?"


    "Boom!" at this time, the raging fire in the street lit up the dark night.


    ……………………………………………………


    The next morning——


    After a good sleep, meliffith, whose mental state seemed to have returned to normal, slightly opened a crack in the door from the house and poked her head for a while.


    Occasionally, a small group of patrol soldiers passed through the street, but it was obviously several times more than usual.


    She was relieved by the presence of more guards. Her sense of security improved a little. She came out of the hospital and set foot on the road to the magic school.


    She didn''t plan to take a carriage. Even if she was a little aristocrat, she wouldn''t have a free carriage, but most people in the college were aristocrats. If everyone took a carriage, she thought the door of the college could be blocked for a day.


    Therefore, although there is no explicit provision, since the establishment of the college, there have been more people going to school by other means after a continuous traffic jam for a week.


    There are many horsemen, and there are places to tie horses in the college, but meliffith can''t ride, and she can''t ride at home.


    Considering the walking distance, meliffith had to get up and go out earlier.


    Who knows, just walked out of the courtyard——


    "Good morning, Meredith," said cronpis, leaning against the fence.


    "Yeah? Ah, good morning. Can you not be scary? Lord Claus."


    "I just say hello normally."


    "But until the last moment, there was no one at that position! Is it stealth magic!"


    "It''s better to say that you just went out and acted like a thief."


    "I can''t help it! Not long after I entered the house last night, there seemed to be an attack on the nearby street. Shouldn''t it be the carriage we took? Who else was staring at you?"


    "Who knows?" croenpis said. "Maybe it''s to trouble count guchmont. Maybe it''s you. Maybe it''s just a missed time. It''s not impossible for the vicious competition between aristocratic talents to exist."


    "Hum, take it as such, but even if I eat that thing, you care so much about me? Hee hee."


    "What''s the matter?" croenpis frowned and whispered, "why did it become so impolite after a night? Shouldn''t it be good for me? What''s wrong?"


    (to be continued)