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"Captain! Assassins! Many assassins suddenly appeared on the ship!" The door of the meeting place was knocked open by the crew, and the man said with a frightened face: "I don't know where there are many assassins in black clothes. They kill everyone they see! Now it's... ..."

"Puchi!" The crew hadn't finished speaking when suddenly there was the tearing sound of a weapon piercing into the skin from behind.He stretched out his hand as if trying to cover his neck, but in the end he just let out a "ho ho—" and fell down with his eyes open.

A dagger pierced the sailor's neck from behind, severed his spine, and sank the blade completely into the neck, leaving only the hilt outside.

"what--"

The intruding situation changed the expressions of everyone in the venue, and some non-combat professions who were less courageous even called it out directly.

"This can't work, we have to go to the deck first, there should be spare boats beside the boat!" someone suggested.

This suggestion was approved by the majority of people, and everyone formed a small team in twos and threes and moved towards the door.

Red blood spread all over the deck, and Julius cut off the transmission crystal screen the moment the assassin killed the crew.Some academics who seldom come out for a walk can no longer bear to run to the side to vomit.

"Come back, idiot!" Someone wanted to stop him, but a black figure had already flashed behind him.The sharp machete approached his heart at an extremely fast speed.

"Whoosh!" The sound of the arrow piercing through the air sounded for the second time, taking the assassin's life away.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.Just immediately, the third arrow pointed at them again.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" A female mage rushed directly to the railing: "I can't take it anymore, I shouldn't have come up to this damn place in the first place! The spare small boat is here Where!? I really can’t stay in this place for a moment!!”

As a result, the atmosphere on the entire ship was completely disrupted. These mid-level mages screamed and ran towards the place where the spare ships were placed, scrambling to leave the ship first.Few remained calm against the elusive assassin.

After Julius killed an assassin with a sword, he suddenly discovered that the assassin's body did not flow out of blood, but a very strange liquid, which did not look like a human being at all.

Julius exclaimed in surprise: "Is this the demon race?!"

No, even demons have red blood.

Hearing these words, Somerfield retorted silently in his heart. He didn't have the heart to pay attention to the messy situation in front of him. His eyes were still focused on Joyce who had taken the ring. The middle-aged man in charge of the auction was Pointing to the situation in front of him, he tried his best to persuade him: "Your Excellency has also seen that the current situation is very critical. Although you have absolute right to dispose of this ring, I still want to ask you to sacrifice for the lives of our entire ship." use it."

Joyce looked a little shaken, and he reached for the faintly glowing ring.

An arcane missile brushed against Joyce's hand, and at the same time the fourth arrow flew straight towards the middle-aged man.

Joyce withdrew his hand abruptly, leaving a red scratch on the back of his hand, which felt hot.

The middle-aged man raised his head angrily, as if looking for the direction the arrow came from.

The person who sent out this arcane missile was none other than Hall, who had always called himself a "junior mage".

"This is a good opportunity," he said with a smile, "It's too worthless for this ring to fall into his hands, why don't we snatch it now, and how about I give you a reward of one hundred thousand magic crystals after it's done?" ? Believe me, it's worth the amount."

Julius finally understood that Hall was definitely not a simple "junior magician" as he claimed.

Hall easily waved his staff and shot arcane missiles one after another to knock those assassins out, much better than the general "academics".

The brave man looked at him vigilantly: "Who the hell are you?"

Hall spread his hands: "Of course I am Hall, don't be nervous, I am just an ordinary mage who wants to make a fortune when I see an opportunity."

Julius didn't like him, he asked with a sneer, "An ordinary mage pretending to be a junior mage smuggling?"

"Why, I really didn't mean it." Hall's eyes widened. "I thought I'd go out with a lower level to get sympathy? Who knew that I almost couldn't even get on the boat." He seemed a little distressed : "Oh, I don't mean any harm to you, don't you see that we have been together for so long on the boat?"

Julius had a half-smile: "It's because of that ring from the beginning."

"Oh, is it so obvious? How about it, can you help me? One hundred thousand magic crystals!"

"It doesn't matter whether you give up the ring or not..." Somerfield knocked out an assassin with his staff, and turned his head with a half-smile: "You tell me what that hand is."

Hall was stunned: "What is it hahahahaha, isn't it just a model for putting rings? Hahahahaha..."

"Damn it, where is that archer from?!" Joyce's angry voice came from not far away, and he managed to dodge an arrow that was shot at him.

Summerfield pointed to the man and explained to Julius who was puzzled: "Only when this man is about to take off the ring, the arrow will be aimed at him. It is not to hurt his life, but to make him have no time to care about it." something in hand."

Summerfield withdrew his gaze: "So I judge that that hand is yours or that it is the target of rangers and assassins. It should not be that ring but that hand. The one bound by the ring... the hand hand."

The smile on Hall's face finally subsided, and replaced it with a helpless smile: "It's a good thing it's Summerfield, I can't hide this from you at all, yes, I don't know about others, but I did come here for that hand. Well, let me explain again, it is still a hundred thousand magic crystals, I need you to join me and stop that person, he cannot take off the ring."

"Because it is not an ordinary handicraft, and that ring is not an ordinary sage's ring, but a sacred object left by the Temple of Light. According to legend, the ring bestowed by the God of Light with the power of light can break away all dark things. ——Holy Resistance Ring." The calm man's voice came out of nowhere, wearing a dark green hat and holding a longbow emitting silver light in his right hand.But the strange thing is that there is no quiver on his body.

He took off the hat on his head and greeted Summerfield and Julius: "Ranger Carson Riel, as you have seen, came here for this wrist. Leon said that you are trustworthy companions."

"Senior Leon's acquaintance?" Julius looked up and down at the man named Carson Riel, recalling the name in his mind.

"It's normal that you haven't heard of my name. I left Uniona a long time ago to travel on the mainland." Carson Riel seemed to see Julius' doubts and explained to him: "This time It was also because of some personal reasons that I appeared on the ship, but I happened to see the pattern of that hand in the secret ruins I traveled. Legend has it that the Holy Knight of Light wore this ring to fight the Demon King. He was defeated and even cut off his left hand by the paladin, but then the left hand of the devil turned into a half-deer, half-bird monster with the head and horns of a deer, and the wings and feathers of a bird. In the end, the paladin paid the price of his life with The ring sealed him. It is the handicraft you see in front of your eyes—the left hand of the Demon King."

Summerfield felt a pain in his left hand.