Half-elf Notebook

Twenty minutes ago, the ghetto.

In the incredibly quiet streets and alleys, in the darkness that even the unobstructed moonlight cannot illuminate.

The space was gradually distorted and sprinkled with magical blue light, which then outlined a seemingly beautiful human figure.

Like a baby bird breaking out of its shell, when the fluorescent light blue faded, a young girl suddenly landed on the ground.

"Where is this? I remember just now at the banquet hosted by Viscount Effinir... someone jumped down from the second floor."

The princess recalled with horror what had happened, but unfortunately she had no clue.

The strange and dilapidated scenery around her, the eerie silence, and the stench of unknown decaying objects were all eating away at the mind of this noble princess.

The fear and helplessness from within made it impossible for her to think about how to escape from the current situation and what to do next.

After dozens of seconds of silent silence.

I don’t know if it was because of the stench, or the nausea caused by extreme fear and tension.

She began to double over, coughing and retching.

At this moment, in the alleyway that the princess was unaware of, several dark shadows flashed quickly.

When they stepped on the ground, there was no sound, like ghosts walking in the darkness.

When everything is quiet again.

A silvery light passed through the shadow of the eaves and shot towards the girl!

All that was heard was the sound of metal colliding and a scream.

A shining dagger was deflected by the faintly visible barrier.

Meera stumbled and fell to the ground.

The slums, which occupy more than a quarter of Lei Shi City, do not have stone brick roads or simple drainage ditches.

The stinking sewage mixed with silt and the potholes formed by garbage instantly stained the white dress with yellow and black dirt.

Even though she was not injured, the stench that hit her nose still broke the tense nerves of this immature princess.

She tried to stand up several times but ended up falling down.

I could only half-kneel, vomiting and sobbing.

Unfortunately, she couldn't vomit anything and hadn't eaten for half a day.

Apart from the acid in the stomach, there was only a churning and cramping feeling.

The servant's carefully applied light makeup had been melted away by her tears.

Completely different from the nobility and holiness of just a few minutes ago.

Mela now looks like a poor and helpless girl in distress.

……

The shadow hiding under the eaves let out a silent sigh.

He hadn't expected that Mera could survive the flying sword from him.

They are extremely familiar with their target, not because of anything else, but simply because of their profession.

Years of doing this job have taught them how to evaluate commissioned goals in order to confirm in advance the most effective way of execution.

Therefore, the first attack was just a throwing dagger coated with poison.

Rather than a group of professional thugs swarming in.

The purpose is to hide the body, so as to kill the opponent accurately and quickly at the right distance without giving the target any chance to react.

It is this kind of correct, meticulous, and decisive action.

This is what enabled them to fight their way through this profession, which is like a test of nature, and become extraordinary assassins of the bronze level.

Although the accident affected them.

But before Mera could move, the sword had already been quietly pulled out of the black scabbard they used to hide their bodies.

For a hunter, the first strike can be fatal or the beginning of a hunt.

The magic of physical enhancement shone on their bodies, and their muscles, stimulated by fighting spirit, began to swell.

If you take off their outer clothes at this moment, you will find that these soldiers' bodies have become much stronger.

"Thump, thump, thump!" There was no need for them to hide anymore, and they switched from observation to attack almost at the same time.

The strides are powerful and swift.

In just a few seconds, they covered the 100-meter distance required for covert operations.

The shield's light began to dim.

As if they had spotted the perfect moment, the shadows were already approaching Princess Mera.

Martial arts! Heavy slash!

The assassin who arrived first, wearing a metal crying face mask, sank his feet and pulled the blade back from the right to the left shoulder.

He gripped the hilt of the sword with his left hand, leveraging the force, and wrapped the fighting spirit around it like a blazing fire, then slashed down suddenly!

This was followed by several similar slashing moves.

Amid the flashing of swords and shadows, seven assassins, seven kinds of sword and martial arts, formed an impenetrable siege from all sides in the blink of an eye.

Dangdangdang!

There was a series of rapid, muffled sounds like a huge hammer hitting iron.

Then, everything seemed to have changed from a sound theater to a silent pantomime and came to an abrupt end.

There was no sound except the princess's uncontrollable retching and slight sobbing.

The strong wind stirred by the sword breath blew back on the bodies of each assassin, making cold sweat break out on their backs.

They stared in disbelief at the intact, seemingly real, light blue barrier before them.

The cover that should have been dim now acted like an indestructible magic wall, separating them from the target on the inside and outside.