What did you do with the dice?

Sanita: (This gift is quite generous. The friendship fee is acceptable.)

Rusalka: "No problem, I have always supported Patriarch Wangsheng since I came to Hendalia City."

"Duke Pearl Tears, haha, our northern master, the Oaks, heard you have a sky dragon. Worried you might get tired of it, we're sending you an earth dragon. Heaven and earth are a perfect match."

The huge corpse of the earth dragon was dragged in by many strong men, leaving a deep trench in the snow. Rusalka waved her hand and sent it to the kitchen to add to the dishes.

Sanita: (Don't forget to take out the magic crystal and materials. Oh, forget it. The cook doesn't understand. I'll find someone to supervise it later.)

Challens walked up with a smile and shook hands with Rusalka. "Lord Zhu Lei, my gift isn't that lavish. Please forgive me, I can't come up with anything right away. So, as king, I will exempt all taxes in your territory for the next three years."

It’s okay, your family’s treasure has already been to the Sani Tower, Rusalka said she understood very well.

The three dukes and the king had all been delivered, the earth dragon had been dragged to the kitchen, and hundreds of servants were on standby, waiting for Rusalka's order to start serving the dishes.

Just then, a carriage came hurriedly.

It drove so recklessly, but the soldiers at the door who were checking every corner of the carriage strictly let the newcomer pass without any obstruction.

"Hey, wait, wait, I'm so sorry. I'm a little late because of preparations, but I have something to give you! I wish you a happy wedding, Lord Pearl Tear. I'm not representing the Chamber of Commerce here, I'm just offering this gift on my own behalf."

Looking closely, it turned out to be Crown, a businessman from Doug Chamber of Commerce!

No wonder the guards didn't stop him at all. He was a well-known person in the area, a duty-free prop named Clown who could pass almost everywhere by scanning his face.

Everyone wanted to scold him for not knowing the rules, but when they saw him waving a tax exemption order that Rusalka had given him, they realized that this guy seemed to have become Rusalka's business partner in his personal capacity.

If this is the case, then the gift he gave in his personal name rather than in the name of the Chamber of Commerce is indeed eligible for the announcement.

Rusalka's mood brightened when she saw him. For some reason, she felt a sense of intellectual superiority. "Haha, it's Mr. Crown. You're here just in time. We haven't even started yet."

Clown stopped the carriage, wiped his sweat, and asked the guards standing at the edge of the carriage to get off. He said to Rusalka with a nervous smile, "I just wanted to let you know that the things in this carriage are gifts I specially found for you. Please go and park the carriage by the side."

Rusalka was quite curious: "What's inside?"

Clown waved his hands repeatedly. "No, no, no, I'm just a nobody. How can I be on equal footing with you nobles? How can I participate in the announcement? My gift is not worthy of public display. Please treat it as an ordinary gift and wait until it's over before you see it."

After saying this, he directed the guards to drive the carriage to the side of the gift pile and continued with a smile: "I was worried that the gift was not valuable enough, so I included this nice car and the BMW as a gift."

Rusalka smiled and told him to find an empty seat at Doug Chamber of Commerce.

At this moment, something strange happened. Countless red fireballs flew into the venue from outside. The violent explosion directly blew away the arranged decorations and tables and chairs.

The balloon exploded with a bang after it took off, and smoke and dust filled the venue for a while.

"Quick, take action while the chaos is going on!"

With a loud shout, countless black shadows emerged from the smoke, trailing mist from low altitude, and flew over the wall into the venue!

Chapter 341 Rusalka: Huh? Wedding robbery?

The Chaser Brigade, affiliated with the Scavenger Organization of Estelon, has a total of 71 members, of which 21 are non-combat personnel, including intelligence personnel and social engineering personnel, 11 are infiltration spies and scouts, and the rest are main combat personnel, totaling 39. Excluding those who were absent due to special circumstances, there are now 58 people who have sneaked into the city.

After receiving instructions from superiors, I came to Esdi and Sinidi to carry out a hunting mission. The target was only one person, or one fish.

We must see the person alive or the body dead. As for the outsiders, they are within his territory anyway, so it doesn't matter if they are killed. As long as they return to Esterlun afterwards, the parliament will naturally grant them diplomatic immunity. This has been the case since ancient times.

It can be said that such a team, although only a vanguard reconnaissance type among many scavenger troops, has no problem targeting a baron in Sinidi. If they are more serious and make preparations half a year in advance, it will not be a problem to assassinate a viscount who is not particularly on guard.

But the fact that such a not-so-small team was able to sneak into the city was entirely due to Rusalka's grand wedding.

The participants were a mixed bunch. The guards guarding the city were just border country folk who could read and understand social situations. They were just ordinary guards who got paid 4 silver coins a month and punched in to work. On weekdays, they might pretend to be polite and check the identification documents presented more strictly, but in fact, apart from the elf attack, nothing serious had happened in the City of Silver.

Then they have something to say. The elves didn't follow the procedures and go through the main gate to show their documents when entering the city. How can we blame them?

I really don't blame them.

However, nobles from all over the country have recently sent envoys. The roads have already been blocked by carriages, horses, and gift boxes. The residents of Silver City themselves dare not go out on the streets recently. They feel that if they pick up a stone and throw it into the crowd, they might hit a junior viscount.

What's your role as a city guard? Every minute of delay means the person behind you has to wait in line for a minute. How is the formula calculated? If one person wastes a minute, then if all 40 people in the class waste a minute, that's an entire class!

Forget it, let him off the hook and not bother with the petty-minded noble lord.

So this group of people came in one after another, carrying noble family emblems and passes, and they just passed through.

It is undoubtedly lucky for them now, probably.

"Report, I've sent someone to report to the main force behind us. However, I think we have more than enough to achieve the mission objective. We just need someone to help intercept any pursuers and take a small road to cross the border."

"Strange, why is it so lively here? Are you sure the target of the mission that we've been searching for for half a year is going to show up in such a public place?"

"Boss, according to the prophecy, it should be this Pearl Tear Territory. And the 'Eye' has just explored it. The target is in the carriage that just entered."

"Have you heard why so many people are gathered here? Judging from their appearance, they seem to have high status in this country. They even specially escorted the target of the mission all the way in by carriage. If the roads outside weren't filled with experts, we should have taken action sooner. Did someone leak the news?"

Those masters were naturally the guards brought by the nobles, but they were not qualified to enter and take a seat. Those nobles could not bring guards to see Rusalka. That was against the rules. If a superior invited you to a banquet, what would the point of you entering with two fully armed guards?

In fact, the venue was originally large enough, but no nobles would hold weddings outdoors in the training ground in the past. The rules are fixed, and there is no need to be clever or flexible this time. It would be better not to do it.

Sunny Tower also took this into consideration, so he asked people to set up a buffet outside so that everyone could have fun together. He didn't expect them to help maintain order, so that they wouldn't wander around outside with dissatisfaction. It would be great if the two groups could just say "What are you looking at?" or "What's wrong with you looking at me?" and then start fighting for no reason.

There are so many nobles, it would be so troublesome to deal with them. It would be better to give them some food and create a lively atmosphere for the whole city.

The reporting subordinate quickly replied, "Oh, you don't have to worry about that. I've already inquired about it. Today happens to be the day of the local lord's wedding, so there are a lot of people here these past two days. They are all guests who come to congratulate and give gifts. Those on the road are probably his attendants."

That's not surprising. No wonder there seem to be so many people of high status here, but there is only a small team of guards at the entrance of the entire venue. The defense is even weaker than outside. It turns out that a wedding is being held inside.

This is great. The target of the mission actually ran inside and didn't move. This gives me an opportunity. It's really God's help.

"These Sindhi nobles are very extravagant when it comes to women. They have to change their wives every once in a while, which means they have to get married. It's nothing new. In this barbaric land where the glory of the God of Law and Contract does not shine, the morals of these people are very corrupt."

The man holding the map and being called the boss immediately felt extremely upset after hearing this. He spat on the ground and said angrily, "Damn it! We've been here for six months, working our asses off, sleeping in the open air, completing missions and risking our lives to save up money to marry wives, while these Si Nidi dog aristocrats are getting new wives every day. Bah! These exploitative pests deserve to die! Even if they're blown up later, it won't be a pity. We'll just eliminate a pest for the people!"

"Listen carefully, with so many people inside now, it's easier to take action. Once the team gathers, we'll use a high-explosive blast to disperse everyone in the venue. When they're all running around in chaos, we'll use the smoke screen to enter through the wall and try to knock the target down with drugs and bring them out alive. We need to act quickly because there are a lot of guards outside. It would be bad if they were surrounded by time they reacted."

"Then we'll use the tunnel to escape directly out of the city, and send people to set fires along the way. As long as the chaos we create in the city is big enough, they won't be able to chase us."

"clear."

"Okay, everyone is almost here, and they've heard the order. I'll start the countdown. 3, 2, 1, go!"

Several people nearby took out a gun barrel-like object from their pockets and carried it on their shoulders. With a roar, before the guards at the door could react, they fired a crimson flame bomb directly into the venue.

"Quick, take action while the chaos is going on!"

With a loud shout, countless black shadows emerged from the smoke, trailing mist from low altitude, and flew over the wall into the venue!

The execution was good and neat, and the small group of guards at the door didn't react at all.

But after dozens of people climbed over the wall, they felt something was wrong.

Huh? Why aren't there any screams from women or cries from the injured? Or at least no frantic cries for help as they flee?

Oh, yes, yes.

"Hurry, hurry, there's an assassin, protect me!"

A sudden gust of wind blew away the thick fog in an instant, and the Sani Iron Tower hiding behind the scenes withdrew his hand, and the green gem in his hand flashed with light activated by magic.

The situation was now clear. The uninvited guests looked around and realized that all the guests around them, including the two newcomers on the stage, were staring at them in a daze. They then looked at Rusalka, who had pulled out a huge sword from somewhere, and Phoenix, who suddenly had two daggers in his hands with a flick of his legs.

Then there was a burst of unison sound of weapons being unsheathed. Those sitting on the left were holding war hammers and greatswords, and the women on the field, most of them took out white books. Not only did they not scream in panic, but they quickly retreated to a point behind the paladin's shield, and then holy light emerged from their bodies.

Those sitting on the right were all real men, and ten out of nine of them were big muscular guys. These nobles knew that Rusalka was a great knight and might be a rough man, so it was certainly impossible for them to send those literary civil servants to congratulate him on his marriage. They had to know how to adapt. Knights of course liked to hang out with knights.

Therefore, the messengers they sent to Rusalka were at most half-knights or even directly sent great knights. Even if they were not knights, they were similar to the most elite armed messengers in the family.

Then I saw half of the people on the right suddenly pulled out a sword from somewhere hidden in their crotch and jumped up from the chair, and the other half also took out magic wands or bows and crossbows and aimed them at this side.

Although it is indeed against etiquette to bring weapons to a wedding, now that even the bride and groom have drawn their weapons, how can they, as guests, just stand by and watch? No gift can be as wonderful as the timely help. Even if Rusalka does not need their help, it is nice to pretend to show their gratitude.

The only one who squatted down and hid with his head in his hands, and the only one who shouted out was Clown, and there were four professional Chamber of Commerce guards standing beside him, protecting him tightly.

He was bragging about how he and Rusalka had been through life and death together just a second ago, but now his true colors were revealed.

Fortunately, everyone knew that he was bragging, and it was not a disgrace for a businessman, so no one paid too much attention to him. Perhaps the only one who was embarrassed was him, who was slowly standing up and coughing a few times.

The intruders took another careful look around. Wait, why is this wedding venue behind the wall an open-air semicircular arena? Are all the bigwigs in Sinidi's weddings this wild?

The current situation is very funny. It looks like Rushaka has set up a marriage plan and the pursuer has mistakenly entered the White Tiger Hall.

But Rusalka still didn't act immediately, because even if one thought from the perspective of the five intellects, or even humanoid creatures, they would not have thought that an assassin would pick his wedding when there were more than 5 guests present, not even mentioning those from Snidi, at least 40 of them were high-level paladins and priests from Esdi, 5-6 great knights, as well as mages and elven archers, etc. The lineup was already complete and could not be more complete, and then they would run in to assassinate him so openly.

Well, could you just give me some face and use top-level magic to blow up Silver City first, showing some strength and capital, and then talk to me about whether you want to fight me in a one-on-one duel?

Moreover, the dishes haven't been served yet. The servants hiding in the back don't know what's going on. Everyone is hungry and waiting for me to give a speech and start eating. Why did I rush in at this time instead of earlier or later? How could I be so unworthy of a beating?

Why not ask if Sanita can be killed?

Wait, Rusalka, don't be so impulsive. You're already a half-mature married man. You need to learn to think independently, regardless of your buddies: Could it be that the neighboring El Empire has some kind of wedding prank tradition? After all, no one from the El Empire attended Rusalka's wedding this time.

He thought about it and felt that this might be the case with the Orcs. They wouldn't consider a wedding as festive if there wasn't bloodshed and a few rats were killed...

He glanced at Phoenix with a somewhat uncertain look and said, "Uh... Cat, are these people sent by your family to rob your bride? Are they here to rob you or me? If they're here to rob me, tell them to send more cats. I can't even walk with all these men."

Phoenix slapped him, saying that he was really talking about something that was not related to the topic.

Since Phoenix said she didn't know them, she thought they were sent by Rusalka to perform on the show. Rusalka asked rudely, "Who are you? Are you on the guest list?"

The enemy leader was not polite either. He immediately took out an unknown magic tool and threw it at Rusalka: "Plan 3, kill the target and evacuate quickly!"

After Rusalka took the round metal, the metal exploded and turned into countless poisonous needles that flew around, hitting his body and falling to the ground with a clang. Phoenix next to him used black mist to resist, but her wedding dress was inevitably torn into pieces by the piercings.

After hearing the order, the group of intruders immediately moved out as if they were in an empty space. They split into two groups. One group began to throw these hidden weapons and props to both sides, while the other group directly opened the hook to hook the carriage next to Clown and quickly pulled their bodies over.

Now Rusalka seemed to understand what they were going to do: it turned out that they came to Zhulei Territory to open the treasure house!

"Damn it! They've come to the wrong place, right? This is the Pearl Tear Territory training ground, and Mondstadt Cathedral is in another world! Kill them!"

At Rusalka's command, at least dozens of people around immediately jumped down from the stands with a roar. Even Challens was so angry that he drew his sword and prepared to enter the arena, but was pulled back by several people on the side: You'd better take it easy, Your Majesty.

Oh, yes, I am no longer the Great Knight Charens. I seem to be the acting king of Snidi. I can no longer follow Rusalka to charge.

Alas, for some reason, when I thought of this, I felt a sense of loneliness in my heart.

He touched his nose awkwardly and sat down again. He had stayed in the Pearl Tear Territory for too long, and his body seemed to have gotten used to fighting battles with Rusalka. Thinking back to the times when Rusalka had taken him into dangerous situations many times, he somehow felt nostalgic.

But compared to these extremely active guests who wished that everyone would stay still so that they could stand out and impress Rusalka, the ones who took the initiative to attack were not the ones who used black mist tentacles to grab Rusalka and hold her behind them, trying to protect the 1.8-meter-tall Phoenix with their 1.6-meter-tall one, but the elves who couldn't help but steal a few bites in the backstage.

They either held food in their mouths or wiped the cream on the corners of their lips, and they bent their bows and arrows without hesitation, and quickly shot emerald green arrows at the attackers.

They were so anxious. Why was the food so slow to be served at the wedding? The snacks were not satisfying enough. Now the case was solved. It turned out that there was a final assassin invasion.

I don't really understand the complicated customs of humans here, but it just means we can officially start eating after the fight, right? Lord Pearl Tear said he killed them, so it doesn't matter if he kills them, let's hurry up.

Chapter 342: You’ve elbowed your way out of the banned card list, relying on your own strength!

When facing the first round of attacks, the pursuer leader was confused as he watched the people around him fall down like ears of wheat. More than ten people fell down in just one encounter.

The cold wind mixed with light snow hit his face, making him feel the coldness of the world.

What was happening? Was I under an illusion?

Elf sharpshooters, high-level mages who can cast Gale almost instantly, paladins, priests, and countless warriors whose bursts of energy can crack the ground, and who can knock down their own men cleanly and efficiently with just a few moves in a duel. All of them are filled with murderous aura. An insider can tell at a glance that none of these people have never seen blood, and each of them is an elite warrior who has been on the battlefield for a long time. Is this the Old Summer Palace?

No, the strangest thing was how these people, from all over the world and even of different races, could get together? Even the bride was an orc, a Flin! Were the Sneedi nobles going to such lengths?

Those who rushed towards the carriage also knew that they could not stay here for long. Staying for one more second would be like being one step closer to death. So they completely abandoned the idea of ​​capturing him alive and directly took out the alchemical pistol to blow up the carriage.

boom!

The black pellet exploded, shattering the entire carriage into wood chips.

"ah--"

A burst of screams rang out along with the sound of shattering glass, and the entire carriage was like a burst water tank, spraying a large amount of blood-colored water onto the walls with holes in them.

It worked! The target was inside!

But just as the leader was about to shout a retreat, he saw the figure in blue clothes crawling out of the tattered carriage covered in blood. Wood splinters and shrapnel were constantly being squeezed out of her body by new flesh and blood, and the terrible wounds on her body that were bleeding profusely were also recovering rapidly.

She covered her head, the only intact part of her body, with her fins spread out in her hands to protect the top of her head. She asked pitifully, "It hurts, what's going on? Mr. Crown, did something happen?"

The leader's heart sank: Damn it, he actually forgot that this guy is a mermaid and has an immortal body!

At this moment, Rusalka grabbed Phoenix's shoulders, spread her legs and jumped over her head.

He felt a little embarrassed for Maomao, but he couldn't help himself subconsciously. He could have gone around before drawing his sword, but there was an obstacle of such a suitable height in front of us. It would be difficult for any boy to resist the temptation of jumping off a horse.

Then, he saw the blue figure in the carriage. Even human immobilization spells couldn't control him, but he was so surprised by the figure that he couldn't close his mouth and shouted excitedly:

"Oh my god, a genuine Narcissus Mermaid! You made it out of K-Corp's banned card list, all on your own!"

Sunny Iron Tower peeked out from behind the scenes and looked: (What's going on? Why did you suddenly become ill? Huh? BYD really is a merman.)