Half-elf Notebook

The leader of the Blood Gang, "Bloodwine" Wald, suddenly flew into the air and stood on the table.

He seemed to be surrounded by an invisible force, and his movements were extremely smooth, like floating black mist.

When he put his feet firmly on the ground, he suddenly found a long sword with an emerald green blade in his hand.

The emerald green sword blade was shining, and it was actually used to arm the dragon.

Messy and tiny noises rang out from the seats of every Blood Gang leader.

The moment their leader ascended, they took action.

Almost at the same time, his eyes focused on where Walder was looking.

It was a door half open and about to close.

At this moment, the six Blood Gang leaders could feel their hearts beating at an extremely rapid pace.

They could even feel their backs getting a little wet and sticky.

They clearly remembered that the doors of the conference room should all be closed.

However, what is more important is their perception of the five senses and the breath of war.

There was no extra person inside or outside the room!

Swoosh! Snap!

Swords and machetes were unsheathed, and a crossbow was loaded with arrows.

A man and a woman silently took out several flying swords from various places under their bodies, holding flying knives between their fingers, and one of them even took out a short-barreled flintlock rifle.

As the door panel is completely closed, the lock tongue and buckle box engage.

A voice reached everyone's ears at the right time:

"Strange, I should have covered my entire body with battle aura... I didn't expect that one of you could have touched the edge of silver. Interesting, good potential."

This was followed by a series of soft applause.

A man in a black coat, with brown hair and gray eyes suddenly appeared in this enclosed space.

In the eyes of everyone, he seemed to have materialized from an invisible space.

The room is quite spacious, but only about 400 square meters in size.

The Blood Gang leader closest to Rick, who had already drawn his weapon, was only four or five meters away.

These bronze-level professionals can deliver their weapons into the target's body in the blink of an eye.

However, Rick seemed to have no such awareness at all.

Even after he stopped clapping, he still had no intention of drawing his sword, and just let it hang down.

He had a smile that seemed to last forever:

"To be honest, I don't want to have a conflict with you. I came to your house this time because I had no other choice."

"Are you the one who hunted Tingles?"

The one who spoke was the leader standing on the stage.

He stared down at Rick.

The hair and clothes that fluttered in the wind showed that he had entered a combat state where he could break out at any time.

His right foot is half a step ahead of his body.

Even without posing.

As long as there is anything wrong with Rick, his sword will undoubtedly pierce the enemy's vital points faster than any other senior official.

"You can think of it that way. At the same time, I am also the owner of that house."

Rick was honest and did not deny the other party's question. He stated his identity truthfully.

Of course, this is mainly done to make the other party believe that you are the instigator of the incident.

Let all the blame be directed at yourself.

A professional with extraordinary strength as the princess's reserve guard is obviously much more reliable than the information of a half-elf girl.

This way, in case anyone really slips through the net.

The strategy for Ina will also change to a valuable hostage.

However, the prerequisite is that the other party has the ability to walk out of here and escape from his pursuit.

Leader Walder was silent for a moment and said:

"This is not an unacceptable accident, but the facts of Tingles' death are regrettable."

"But since you do not wish to have a conflict with us, the Blood Gang will naturally not continue to target you and your relatives."

There was no mention of the princess.

As a leader, his words carry enough weight.

Several top killers from the Blood Gang nearby all had uncertain expressions on their faces.

Everyone can tell that this is a huge concession.

He turned a blind eye to the hunting of his senior executives and begged for peace in a compromising manner.

In a sense, the Blood Gang is completely finished.

I understand, but unfortunately, this is not bargaining in the market, and there is no contract or rules that both parties must abide by...

Rick was not surprised by the result.

But verbal promises can be broken at any time.

The seven people from the Blood Gang sitting here are all well-known figures.

But this doesn't prove anything, nor does it endorse any facts.

Rick's gray eyes looked at the leader without a smile.

"Come on, put yourself in their shoes. If a thief swears to you that he will never steal again, would you believe it?"

As soon as the words fell, it seemed as if he was responding to Rick.

Light grey mist was emitting from the walls, ceiling and floor on all four sides. It was like an extension of darkness or mist flowers blooming in the room.

It instantly spread across the surface of the six white walls.

Then six transparent mirrors, like thin glass, quietly emerged.

It emits a moon-like light.

The two Blood Gang leaders included there took two nervous steps, subconsciously trying to escape.

They were afraid that the mirror would suddenly turn into a real object and cut their bodies in half.

Let the mist sink and the mirror be set in all directions.

Everyone seemed to hear a click, like a lock being fastened.

An invisible, terrifying force blocked the entire parliament room.

"Seventh-level barrier magic, dark mirror lock."

Walder whispered, his face was so gloomy under his golden hair as if covered by a dark cloud.

"Very knowledgeable. Then you should know the effect of his magic and know that it will take at least a few sixth-tier spells to break his blockade."

"The magic will fail and the ban will be lifted in more than fifteen minutes. I advise you to give up unnecessary fantasies."

"But you really have no grudge against me, and this battle was caused by me alone, so..."

Rick seemed to have absolute confidence.

To him, what he was about to face was not a fight, but an invited banquet.

"I won't take the initiative for now."

"What a regrettable answer!"

Walder almost growled.

Rick's body sank.

An arrow that traveled faster than the speed of sound passed over him and pierced straight into the wall.

Even at the Silver level, it is impossible to accelerate the body's reaction to supersonic speed.

But Rick's perception was enough to cover the entire hall.