Assassin’s Chronicle

Chapter 11: Eventful night

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"Saul did not meet with Bastak, which ruined our plan. Fortunately, Eddie has discovered Saul's whereabouts. We have a chance to remedy the situation!" An old man with a gloomy face and a thin body said slowly.

"It's difficult." Another old man continued: "Don't forget, Thor is a great magician, a powerful man that we can't match! If we were in the city lord's palace in Bastak... we would still have a few chances. Now... I'm afraid it won't work!" The old man shook his head repeatedly, obviously having deep concerns about Thor.

"Leiton, you have been practicing in the Warcraft Forest for three full years. I think... your courage is no different from before." The gloomy-looking old man showed a sneer: "What about the great magician? I think I did it back then. Challenging the great swordsman with the strength of an intermediate swordsman is not a success in the end! Strength does not determine everything, wisdom is the most important!"

The old man named Leighton turned red with anger and couldn't say a word.

The blond young man standing at the door coughed lightly and said, "Sir, I think Mr. Layton's concerns are justified. If something goes wrong, it will affect our overall plan, and the gains outweigh the losses!" The young man looked at him with an expression. Although he was very respectful, he really despised the arrogant old man in his heart. Yes, the old man did plot against a great swordsman, but that was because he killed the great swordsman's family first and pretended to be a member of the family. Lying in a pool of blood, when the great swordsman lost his mind, he suddenly attacked and succeeded. And if you say this kind of thing once, it can arouse the respect of others, but if you have to say it several times all day long, it is annoying.

"Eddie, are you qualified to speak here? Get out of here!" the gloomy old man shouted.

"Yes, sir." Eddie whispered, turned around and left the room. The moment he walked out of the room, a ferocious look flashed across Eddie's face. After he walked out of the room, his expression had returned to normal. After returning to normal, he walked downstairs along the corridor.

The gloomy-faced old man was still in the room, giving instructions in a lecturing tone: "Tanan, you go first... Don't worry, everyone, those strong men who think they are invincible can't stand the provocation of others, my plan will definitely succeed! "

"Alvin, what are you doing in such a hurry?" Eddie stopped a man in black in front of the small building who was rushing towards the building.

"Sir Eddie, I recognize that the middle-aged man following Saul is Ernest!" Alvin said hurriedly.

"Who is it?" Eddie was stunned.

"It's Ernest! Great Sword Master Ernest!"

"Are you sure?"

"It's absolutely true!" Alvin said while breathing heavily: "Where is your lord? I want to report to your lord immediately!"

"My lord is in the laboratory, so be it, I'll take you with me." Eddie rolled his eyes.

"Thank you, Mr. Eddie."

"Thank you for what? We are all our own people." Eddie joked with Alvin while leading the way forward, while Alvin followed Eddie respectfully.

"This is it." Eddie gave way: "Alvin, you have made great achievements this time, and I will definitely reward you. Don't forget me then."

"Master Eddie, you really know how to tell jokes." Alvin opened the door of the laboratory with a smile on his face. Unexpectedly, there was no one in the laboratory, only two candlelights were beating lonely, and he couldn't help but be startled. At this moment, Eddie covered his mouth, and then he felt a sharp pain from his vest. Alvin struggled a few times and collapsed softly to the ground.

"Old guy, just go ahead and don't come back again..." Eddie showed a ferocious smile.

In the conference room upstairs, the gloomy old man had already made the arrangements: "That's it! In the end, Layton and I will take action together. The grief-stricken Thor cannot be prepared for anything! You all listen Do you understand?"

"I understand." Regardless of whether they agree or disagree with challenging the great magician Thor, the leader has given the final order, and they can only choose to obey.

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Sol, Ernest and Anfei walked around a lot and returned to the hotel where they were staying. To say that Sol was really nice to Anfei, he decided to go back and do it for Anfei himself. On the premise of a top-quality space ring, I bought a temporary replacement for An Fei in the magic store. This temporary replacement cost more than fifty gold coins.

An Fei looked at the ring on his hand from time to time and seemed to like it very much. In fact, he was thinking about other things. After Yagor died, the space ring fell into An Fei's hands. Unfortunately, An Fei only knew that there was But he didn't know how to use the space ring at all, so he had to keep the ring in the end. After returning to the deserted island after a while, I took out Yagor's space ring. I wonder how much joy Yagor will bring to me...

"An Fei, are you tired?" Sol looked at An Fei with a smile. Seeing that An Fei likes the gift he gave so much, Sol will of course be happy.

"I'm not tired, teacher." An Fei smiled and replied, "Teacher, can you lend me a silver coin?"

Sol casually took out a few gold coins and handed them to An Fei, and asked curiously: "What do you want to buy?"

"No, I only need one silver coin." An Fei shook his head.

"Take what the teacher gave you," Ernest advised, snickering secretly in his heart. Fortunately, Sol deliberately sent An Fei out when he bought the space ring. If this silly boy knew that he had The ring cost more than fifty gold coins. I would be scared to death!

Everyone thinks that they are right. In fact, if An Fei reveals his true colors, Ernest may be the one who is shocked and stunned!

"Then... I only need to borrow one gold coin." An Fei stretched out two fingers and picked up only one gold coin.

"Silly boy..." Ernest didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Although he had understood An Fei's character and knew that An Fei was simple and kind, he still cursed when he saw that An Fei didn't want the free money.

Sol didn't say anything, and slowly put away the remaining few gold coins. It was true that he had money, but he would not be so generous in front of other students. An Fei was his only exception.

An Fei quickly walked to a magic props stall across the street, lowered his head and looked at it. Sol and Ernest on the other side couldn't help but smile bitterly. It was also a place selling magic props, but the gap between the street stalls and those famous stores was too big. The street stalls sold basically the same as children's toys. , what is sold in famous stores is the real thing that can save your life!

"Master, you have such a good eye. What I sell here are all high-quality goods!" The vendor hurriedly introduced An Fei: "Look at this magic bracelet, how pure and strong the magic wave is? As long as you have ten silver coins !Look at this..."

"Here you go!" An Fei suddenly handed over the gold coin.

The hawker was stunned and stretched out his hand. An Fei gently placed the gold coin in the hawker's palm, and at the same time wiped it with his finger as if by accident.

"Master, which one do you like?" The hawker said with a smile: "I have them all here..." At this point, he couldn't say any more, because An Fei was looking at him quietly, his eyes full of ridicule. The lust finally turned into a cold murderous intention.

The hawker felt uncomfortable: "Master, which one do you like? You... say something! You..."

An Fei looked at the other person for a long time and suddenly smiled: "I'm sorry, I recognized the wrong person. I was deceived once last month. You and him look similar, but his front tooth is missing, and yours is not. I just saw it and I’m really sorry.”

"It doesn't matter." The hawker smiled and said, "Master, which one do you like?"

"This bracelet." An Fei picked up a bracelet.

"Young master, you have great eyesight. This bracelet is a treasure passed down from my ancestors. Alas...if I hadn't been in urgent need of money, I wouldn't have sold it." The vendor said in annoyance.

"How much does this bracelet cost?"

"Ten silver coins."

"What? Didn't you just say four silver coins!"

"No way, Master! How can I sell such a good bracelet for only four silver coins?" The vendor said with a grimace: "You heard wrong, it was ten coins, not four!"

"Nonsense! I clearly heard it was four!" An Fei said angrily: "Are you bullying me for being a foreigner? Okay, I'll ask my teacher to come over and argue with you!"

"Don't..." The hawker became a little anxious: "Master, you really... you heard wrong! Okay, okay, just think that I am unlucky today and I sold you four silver coins, four! That's it. Bar?"

"I'm just kidding you." An Fei laughed: "All you need to do is give me a silver coin. The number ninety-nine is auspicious and I like it very much."

"You...what did you say?" The vendor was stunned.

"You just need to give me a silver coin. Didn't you say you are short of money? How about I help you just once?"

"Thank you so much, you are so kind." The hawker showed a touched look: "Master, you are a good man!" The hawker said as he took out a silver coin from his arms and handed it to An Fei carefully. .

An Fei took the silver coin and once again casually wiped it with his fingertips on the hawker's palm. Then he picked up the silver coin and looked at it for a moment, grinned at the hawker, picked up the bracelet and walked quickly to the hotel.

"Teacher, do you think this bracelet looks good?" An Fei raised the bracelet to show it to Sol.

"Well, it's very beautiful." Of course, Sol would not dampen An Fei's mood: "An Fei, why did you buy the bracelet?"

"Teacher, after you ask me to go to the Magic Academy, you don't want me to live in the academy. You want me to move to your house. I always have to buy some gifts for your family?"

"Good boy, you are very thoughtful." Thor laughed.

An Fei's eyes were smiling and his mouth was smiling, but he didn't even mean to smile in his heart. As an assassin, An Fei's ability to time and remember is very strong! The so-called timing memory is to try to remember everything your eyes have seen within a certain period of time, whether it is important or unimportant! For example, if An Fei walks into a messy room, then walks out immediately, and if you ask him where something is, he will give an accurate answer, and after a few hours, he will remember this useless memory. Completely forgotten. Assassins encounter many unexpected situations. Maybe something they just saw can save their lives. This is also the basic skill of assassins.

An Fei became suspicious of the hawker, and his suspicions were confirmed. The hawker's eyes were very smart and a bit cunning. He had seen these eyes three times in two hours, once from the hotel. When I walked out of the room, I was at the entrance of the magic prop shop once, and the last time was opposite the hotel!

An Fei has a very clumsy but very effective way to deal with the person he suspects, which is to create a reasonable opportunity to confront him. If the other person has a secret in his heart, it is inevitable that some tricks will be exposed. If the suspicion is wrong, Yes, the worst case scenario is that the other party will think you're crazy, and it's nothing to be scolded a few times. It's much better than falling into a trap.

The first time he touched the hawker's hand, his palms were very dry. When they looked at each other inexplicably, An Fei exuded his own hostility in his eyes. Later, he deliberately called Saul over, and the hawker exposed himself one after another. With a panicked expression, he touched the vendor's hand for the second time. The palm of his hand had become wet, and the silver coins were also wet. There are only three situations that can cause people's palms to become sweaty. The first is intense exercise on the hands, the second is the weather, and the third is nervousness. The first two can be ruled out, so why is the other person nervous

Tonight should be an eventful night... An Fei quietly moved his fingers, which was his habitual action.