The hero I support will definitely defeat the devil

"You're right."

The old man had to admit that the president was right.

"But the dead assassins..."

“Try to bring it back, even if it’s a corpse.”

The voice on the other end of the communication device became a little softer.

"Should we continue with this mission?"

The old man asked the president.

"What do you say?"

The president clicked his lips in annoyance.

"It's impossible not to do it, right? After all, those guys who pay for it are not vegetarians. Just try your best. If it doesn't work, just tell them that I'll be back soon and let those greedy guys calm down."

"Is this really okay? President, you don't actually plan to come back, right?"

As the president's subordinate for many years, the old man saw through the president's thoughts at a glance.

"Scare them a little, so that some guys won't overstep their boundaries."

The president said in a rather unhappy tone.

Since the Assassin's Guild exists, there must be a reason for it.

The nobles need assassins, and some guys in the dark also need assassins.

This is the reason why the Assassin's Guild has never been eliminated.

In history, the Assassin's Guild has been almost destroyed by adventurers with an overflowing sense of justice.

But in the end, they still stood firm, relying on those nobles and the guys in the dark.

"I understand."

The old man nodded.

He will carry out this order.

"Also, when you recruit new gold-rank recruits in the future, take a closer look at their situation and don't always bring in such weak gold-rank recruits to fill the numbers."

The president's words made the old man look helpless.

"President, what kind of people do you think will be able to join our Golden Rank?"

"Forehead..."

The president was choked by the old man's words and was speechless.

Yeah, what kind of genius can you expect from a guy who can join the Assassin's Guild?

Only those who are desperate or can't see the way forward will join the Assassin's Guild.

"Anyway, it's up to you."

"Yes!"

After the old man agreed, the president was about to hang up the communication device.

Because the distance was too far, such communication consumed a lot of magic crystals, so the president decisively hung up the communication in order to save magic crystals.

"Hey..."

The old man couldn't help but sigh.

He turned around and slowly walked out of the secret room.

The mission cannot be terminated now and can only be carried out.

Chapter 235: I've Been Waiting For A Long Time

After a rest, Lisha's team set out again.

Phoebe became even more silent. If no one spoke to her, she would just follow silently without saying a word.

They continued on their journey in silence.

Three days later, Lisha's team finally brought Phoebe to the junction of the first and second floors of the White Tower.

"Is this the entrance to the second floor?"

Lisha couldn't help but sigh as she looked at the magnificent sight before her.

The White Tower is indeed the miracle place of Enderol. Such scenery can probably only be seen in Enderol.

"As long as we pass this side, we can reach the second floor of the White Tower."

Ilsa also relaxed a little at this time.

After all, the goal is within reach.

"The second floor of the White Tower..."

Phoebe stared at the entrance in front of her, and couldn't help but feel a little excited.

It seemed as if I had never reached the second floor of the White Tower.

My memory is also blurry.

Have you really been to the White Tower?

If I have been here, why don't I remember it at all?

If you have never been here, why do you feel a sense of déjà vu when you see some things?

Phoebe sighed inwardly.

She couldn't even trust her own memory, so what else could she trust?

"let's go."

Ilsa said, inviting everyone to move on.

But at this moment, the surroundings suddenly became quiet.

Angela was the first to notice something was wrong, because her beast-like instinct was frantically warning her.

"There is a strong enemy!"

Angela only had time to shout this sentence before she disappeared on the spot.

At the same time, the other members of Lisha's team also disappeared one by one.

Only Lisha and Phoebe were left behind.

“What a keen intuition.”

A hoarse voice echoed in the air.

A pale middle-aged man slowly walked out from behind a tree.

Lisha had no idea that the other person was there just now.

Even though she had just passed by that tree.

"What did you do to everyone?!"

Lisha almost lost her composure, but was calmed down by Yuze's shout in her mind.

"You didn't choose to rush past the old man? It seems that you are not simple either."

The middle-aged man took off his hat and bowed to Phoebe in an aristocratic manner.

"Hello, Festa."

"Who is Festa?"

Phoebe looked at the middle-aged man in confusion.

"It's you."

The middle-aged man patiently explained to Phoebe.

"Festa, that's exactly your name, it means bright as the sun."

"No, you have the wrong person. My name is Phoebe."

Phoebe shook her head, she didn't think of herself as Festa.

"No, I'm not mistaken, you are Festa."

The middle-aged man's tone was extremely affirmative.

"Phoebe, that's just a nickname someone gave you."

"So why did you come to see me?"

Phoebe looked at the middle-aged man hesitantly, not understanding why he came to her.

"Of course it's because you're here."

The middle-aged man looked at Phoebe with eyes full of fanaticism and coldness.

It is such a contradictory emotion, but it appears surprisingly harmonious on the middle-aged man's face.

"Although you don't know it, as an undead, you are actually extremely talented."

Phoebe froze at the middle-aged man's words.

"what are you talking about?"

“Is it hard to accept?”

The middle-aged man was a little surprised, and then seemed to understand something.

"Oh, so you haven't recovered all your memories yet? It seems my skills are not up to par. But fortunately, there is a backup option."

The middle-aged man raised his hand and nodded lightly at Phoebe.

"Remember those sins that are not yours, those punishments that should not be yours, and the truth that caused your death."

“You…Aaaaaaaaaaah!!!~~~”

Phoebe suddenly let out a shrill scream, which scared both Lisha and Yuze.

"Phoebe! Phoebe!!"

Lisha tried to comfort Phoebe, but it was ineffective.

Phoebe just curled up on the ground and wailed continuously, not at all as quiet as before.

"You're a necromancer?!"

Lisha looked at the middle-aged man with an angry expression.

Necromancer, an ancient and mysterious profession, is also a profession that is more feared than assassins.

After all, life and death have always been topics that humans are passionate about.

The necromancer who is said to be able to control death becomes extremely mysterious and awe-inspiring.

However, there are very few necromancers in existence, and most of them work in academies in various countries.

There are also some necromancers who have been studying medicine, trying to achieve the unity of life and death through the study of life, so that the profession of necromancer can be transformed into a more powerful profession.

However, there are also some necromancers who like to manipulate the undead to kill everywhere and improve their rank by obtaining the power of the dead. Most of the necromancers known to the general public are of the last type.

The middle-aged man in front of him obviously also belongs to this type of necromancer.

"Isn't it obvious?"

The middle-aged man looked at Lisha, with a stiff curve at the corner of his mouth.

"You are also very good. If you were a dead person, you could become the main force of my army."

"you!!"

Lisha was very angry, but she did not act impulsively.

Because she could feel that the other party was very strong, definitely above the gold level.

I just don't know if it's a gem level or a true legend.