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Chapter 705 Selling Assassins!Archmages pay high prices!

Has the Royal Maternal and Infant Hospital caught the assassin?
This time, in addition to the two royal archmages, there was also a whole guard team who were tossed over.Ten cavalrymen and forty infantrymen surrounded a prison cart with a set of enchanted shackles——

Hang Chi Hang Chi rushed to the place, and saw a group of human chrysalis lying on the ground.His mouth was wide open, tears were streaming down his face, and a big group of vines was stuck in his mouth.

That is to say, Gretel was a medical student, and he was quite accurate.If those weird-loving guys were allowed to mess around, and the vines would sneak in whenever they saw a crack, Mr. Assassin's airway would have been tightly blocked long ago.

"Yo, are you coming?"

Gretel emerged from the consultation room, and greeted the mages who came to pick him up with a smile:
"Remember to leave me a whole person, I guess the Black Crow Swamp will definitely be interested - if possible, don't damage your sanity..."

"What?"

The two mages cried out together.Assassin, torturer, are you sure you want to keep it intact?Not even sanity damaged?This difficulty is too high!
Master Nordmark, are you on our side, or on the assassin's side?

"Oh," Gretel scratched his head with a smile:
"Isn't this the last time I dispatched several archmages to help me catch an assassin? This favor must always be paid back. And the Tower of Singing Songs said that there are too few high-level experimental products, and the assassin last time was not very good." enough..."

So in your case, high-level assassins are consumables used to repay favors?
You made a little noise, just to attract people from the Radiant Holy See to assassinate, and then you packed them up and sent them away?

When the favor is over, do you still want to sell the assassin?
"But, but...it's really troublesome...whether it's transshipment, custody, or torture..."

No trouble!
No hassle at all!
On the ground, Mr. Tupac Demir, who had been awakened by the guards, but was still in a semi-numbed + bound state, 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 was the one who went there before, and how did he miss it? !

Just coaxing me to work like this is a great waste of manpower!It's a crime!
Do not kill me!I am willing to surrender!I can say anything!
But no one paid him any attention.Even, he could only vaguely feel the movement of his arms and legs being bound.Two knights stood beside him, one on the left and one on the right, chatting while breaking arms, legs and feet, tying ropes, and tying knots:
"He seems to be awake? Do you want to give him another shot to keep him unconscious?"

"Not good? Master Nordmark said to keep his body and mind intact. Give him a shot, what if it breaks?"

The two muttered and discussed.Mr. Tupac DeMille lay in the carriage, desperately awaiting the verdict of fate.Suddenly, a white light shot at high speed, like a sharp sword across the field of vision:
So fast!

what is this?
Is it my savior?

Mr. Assassin lifted his spirits.He tried his best to look up, 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 chubby, round, and white all over, and held in his hand, it looked like a small ball of snow pompom.The black tail feathers that are longer than the body are up and down, looking very 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 dejectedly:
After all, the miracle did not happen, no one came to save him, no one, including the emissaries of the Holy See buried in the kingdom, tried to intercede with him...

There was a sudden itching on his face.Tupac DeMille opened his eyes again to see the little bird jumping on his face, jumping around.Thin paws landed on his face, and he stepped on it twice.

...Don't shit on my face!
Tupac wanted to open his mouth and yell.But before that, the little bird had already flapped its wings, opened and closed its beak, and made a dry, excited, deafening sound:

"Little Gretel! You are so kind! That assassin must be left to us, alive or dead! Just wait, we will send someone to pick him up right away!"

The escorting knight had already raised the hammer in the air, and silently lowered the hammer, which was weighing its weight.

The two court mages opened their mouths wide.

Mr. Assassin relaxed his tense nerves.After all, with numb skin all over his body and paralyzed lower body, he has nothing to tense except his nerves...

"It's better to be alive and sane. Last time, that one was already made into a skeleton soldier." The long-tailed tit was still chattering:

"Madame Alva is short of materials. If she is sane, she is willing to contribute at least one thousand more points!"

...Just beat me to death... I don't want to fall into the hands of a magician... A magician who needs a test product, a sane magician, God knows what will happen to me...

Mr. Assassin wanted to die very much.However, death is impossible, and the two court mages staggered over with broken views, and ordered the knights to put shackles on the captives.While watching them work, he sighed:
"So this is the mage of Nevis?"

"No, it should be said, so this is the legendary disciple! Being assassinated by a high-ranking assassin is like eating and drinking, and you can still think about sending him back!"

Gretel: "..."

Don't be like this, I'm telling you, as if I'm selling prisoners part-time!

He stretched his hands forward, palms flat.The alchemy bird given by Your Excellency 【Crown of Emerald Jade】 flapped its wings and fell back into his hand after delivering the message.Bowing his head and pecking, Gretel's palm immediately turned red.

Gretel quickly took a magic crystal shard and fed it.Just as he turned around to go to work, there was a movement in front of him, and he was stopped by Baroness Witage:
"Master Nordmark, you can't continue working here." The baroness's face was serious, and the hem of her skirt was intentionally or unintentionally opened, blocking between him and the refugees:

"These are foreigners, and there are assassins among them, which is not good for your safety. Moreover, they may have diseases on them. For the safety of the queen, please leave here immediately and stop treating them."

"Ah, it's okay." Gretel waved his hand and laughed nonchalantly:

"The assassin has already been caught, there will be no second 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 consultation room, the two looked at each other, and said in unison:
"Not a disease."

"It's not an infectious disease."

The old and the young looked at each other and laughed at the same time.Elder Knox stroked his beard, nodded with a smile:

"I'm sure, it's the disease I saw a long time ago. Don't worry, it's not contagious. Little Gretel, how did you judge?"

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