The Wizard’s Fairy Tale

　　 In the late autumn night, the sky is high and foggy, a crescent moon hangs on the horizon, and the cold moonlight is spreading over the whole land.

　　 At this time, the surrounding walls of the small village of Nisai have been almost constructed.

　　The three-meter-high double-layer brick wall envelops the entire Nisai village, leaving a large gap in each of the two positions.

　　 That is the entrance and exit.

　　 Two carpenters and a group of apprentices in the small village of Nisai spent most of their time building the walls and doors after the wooden molds of briquettes last night.

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

　　 Outside the surrounding walls, there is a bare field.

　　 There are wooden stakes on the wild ground.

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

　　In the days before coal was discovered, this forest continuously supplied the impetus for the development of the small village of Nisai.

　　 During this period of time, an open-pit coal mine was mined. The demand for trees was reduced to a minimum, and the bare fields did not expand.

　　 But even so, outside the fence of the small village of Nisai, an open area of ​​hundreds of meters long has formed.

　　 Unobstructed view!

　　 If there is a large-scale enemy attack, the villagers of Nisai Village can also find it immediately and have enough time to react.

　　 But if the number of enemies is small, it will be very difficult to guard against.

　　 After all, the members of the guards are limited, and the border of the new Nisai village has become longer. If the enemy is agile, it is not easy to find the enemy's track.

　　 For example, now hiding in the bushes on the edge of the forest, looking like a cold star, looking at the three Scarlet Hand killers in the small village of Nisai.

"Tsk tusk tusk, it's incredible, I remember not long ago, this was just a broken village, right? How long will it take to build a town... No wonder this illegitimate son of Odyssey VII, has the courage to stay here?" This killer, dressed in gorgeous aristocratic tight-fitting clothes, dressed up in fancy, with thick gouache smeared on his face, pale as the face of a dead person, and his voice was soft and sour, full of chills. A thin long sword hung around his waist.

"Yes, Lord Seraphim. According to our information, it was only a small village three months ago. After he came, it was only three months before a town was built here. The city of Patras. This place has always been regarded as his forbidding. The illegitimate son of Odyssey VII's actions are irritating the master of Patras, so that master has not waited to see him. If he dies tonight , Among those who will celebrate, there must be this master of Patras."

Answer This Lord Seraphim is a very ordinary middle-aged man, his body is ordinary, his clothes are ordinary, his tone of voice is ordinary, and the weapon cross key on his waist looks ordinary, in short, he is an ordinary person. People, people who will not impress people.

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

"That's why our business is prosperous!" The one who said this was another killer, but he was an impressive person, with a childish baby face and the height of only an adult. Half, holding a round iron rod in his hand.

　　 "Hey hey..." Seraphim smiled, "Let's go, offend someone who shouldn't offend, let us send him into eternal sleep!"

　　 Seraphim is very confident, and the other two assassins don’t find it strange either.

　　 A big knight, plus two knights, such an assassination combination, even if you kill No. 12 of the Scarlet Hand, there is no need to worry about William on the 13th.

　　 is just a little baron! They all think so.

Seraphim strolled in the front of the courtyard, while the other two assassins tried their best to follow behind. Only the sound of the wind was heard, but within four or five seconds, the distance of hundreds of meters was easily crossed. Came under an unguarded wall.

　　 Due to the lack of manpower, only two gaps in the wall are guarded by members of the guards.

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

　　 But this does not include three killers who are beyond ordinary people.

When they bent their legs on the ground, the person bounced straight up, and easily touched the side of the wall, and with a little effort, the person came to the middle of the wall, and then jumped down again, landing silently, the three of them So quietly went into the small village of Nisai.

　　 There is not even a second of time spent in the middle.

After 　　 stood up straight again, the three assassins ran directly to the center of the small village of Nisai without any delay - if their intelligence was not unexpected, their target would stay at the original discussion office in the center of the village.

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

　　 Yes, they just find it troublesome instead of worrying about the goal being missed.

　　Most people in Nisai Village in the middle of the night are already asleep.

　　 Compared with the noise during the day, the small village of Nisai in the middle of the night is particularly deserted and lonely.

　　 The three killers easily avoided the guards on the night patrol, and soon came to the middle of the village, in front of a clay house.

　　 There was a dim light coming out of the Tsuchiya, and there were candles burning inside.

　　In this era, candles are still lighted in the middle of the night, and the general public does not have such luxury.

　　 The three killers had confirmed their eyes, that they were the one they were looking for.

　　 Seraphim was not surreptitiously, standing in front of the Tsuchiya, tidying up some messy clothes, then put a decent smile on his face and knocked gently on the door.

　　 "咚, 咚, 咚......"

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

　　 Sarah Furpi smiled triumphantly, opened the door and walked in.

　　 The two assassins followed him silently. They had already taken offense to the strange habit of their boss.

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

　　 Seeing a few killers, William was not surprised at all on his face, but looked at them calmly, "Welcome to my territory, strange guests, don’t you introduce yourself?"

　　Once the ordinary face killer and baby face killer entered the earthen hut, they occupied the level position quietly, while secretly observing the scene in the earth room.

　　 There was only Seraphim at the head, frank and open, without so many small movements, came to William with a decent and indifferent smile on his face, and acted a noble manner to William.

　　 "Visit late at night, please forgive us for our presumption, Baron Dicas!"

　　 "It seems that you are here prepared! Let me guess who you are?" William's gaze fell on the scarlet glove on their right hand.

　　 "The Scarlet Hand?" Although it was a question, William used an affirmative tone.

　　 "Yes." Seraphim gestured with a smile.

"To be honest, you don't feel like a killer, but as a guest!" William chuckled. "If you are really a guest, I will welcome you. The entire Dicas leader will welcome you. "

"It's a pity that we have always been a group of disgusting guests." Seraphim's voice was soft and cold, and he changed the conversation, and said, "I always think that death is beautiful! It is artistic! It is decent! I have always been I think I have an obligation to find the beauty of their death for each of my guests!"

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

　　 "There are always many foolish people!" Seraphim said regretfully.

　　 "Indeed!" William nodded in agreement.

　　 Seraphim was very excited when he heard it, and felt like meeting a bosom friend. He showed eight white teeth and smiled, "A funny person like you, why couldn't I meet you sooner?"

　　 "I can be killed by you sooner, right?" William asked.

"Hahaha..." Seraphim opened her mouth and smiled implicitly, "Baron Dicas, 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!" Seraphim said "grandly".

"I wish to know who sent you to kill me? Scarlet Hand sent two groups of people in a row. The person behind really hates me!" William asked with a move~www.ltnovel.com~ calmly. .

　　 "Dear Baron Dicas, you are so wise, can you guess?" Seraphim smiled and said.

　　 "Viscount Grinn of Patras?"

　　 "Why do you doubt him?"

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

　　 Seraphim looks like a cat playing with a mouse, neither admits nor denies.

　　 William tried to see from his eyes, but unfortunately, he couldn't see anything, not even his eyes.

　　 William turned his mind and asked tentatively, "Is it the one from Pur City? That one really bears grudges. I have been expelled from the city, so you still want to spare me?"

　　Full of calculations, William has enmity in this world, and there are only two people with energy.

　　 One is Viscount Grinn.

　　 One is from Purcell City.

　　 Except for the two of them, William really couldn't think of who would spend so much money and hire a killer to kill himself!

　　 "Is it him?" Seraphim did not speak, and William could only ask again.

Seraphim's gaze was playful, "The Scarlet Hand never reveals the identity of the employer. Baron Dicas, sometimes regret is also a kind of beauty! Life is not perfect, regret will make people nostalgic, make people think, make people remember Living will make people..."

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

　　 "Will you be better than you!"

　　 Along with William's explosive drink came a sword light like lightning!

　　 "Wasting Lao Tzu's time, acting with you for so long!"