The fourth night was still calm, and Regnar was still extremely busy tonight. But one thing surprised Regnar. Judging from the situation in the previous three days, Regnar thought that Sartre's banquet would become more important as the people behind it came to light. However, based on the shouts of the waiters at the door, Regnar was surprised to find that almost all the people who came today were presidents of small chambers of commerce.
Don't the nobles look down upon them, the nouveau riche with small assets, the most? Why is Sartre still involved with them
In this regard, Regner could only explain that Sartre's mother was from the Chamber of Commerce, and it was not difficult to understand that she was related to these small businessmen.
But this was just Regner's initial thought. It didn't take long before Regner discovered another problem.
It may not be obvious, but if Regnar observes carefully, he can find that many of these guests are practitioners. Their steps were steady and light. Although no fluctuations in fighting spirit could be seen, Regner also knew that the secret method of concealing fluctuations in fighting spirit was not unique to Villes. Just because they didn't sense the fluctuations in these people's fighting spirit doesn't mean that they don't know how to fight.
Thinking of this, Regnar's heart twisted into a knot. He glanced warily, and then suddenly found Shasha secretly staring at him not far away, her expression still looking so pitiful as she hesitated to speak.
Regnar frowned and walked over calmly.
Shasha started to tremble when she saw Regna coming. She originally wanted to run, but she didn't leave for some unknown reason.
"What's the matter?" Regnar said as if nothing happened.
"No... no..." Shasha lowered her head guiltily.
"Are you hiding something from me?" Regnar asked.
"No... no!" Shasha quickly waved her hands.
"Absolutely!" Regnar knew something was wrong when he saw Shasha's expression. His eyes turned cold, and then he took a step closer thinking about Shasha.
"Brother Gerhardt, please leave quickly!" Sasha finally couldn't bear it any longer. She cried while desperately pushing Regna out.
These words and actions made Regnar completely understand what was happening. No wonder Shasha has been avoiding her these past two days. No wonder the guests tonight are all insignificant people. No wonder all of these insignificant people have fighting spirit!
There is only one reason, he was exposed! These people are here to catch him!
Although countless things flashed through Regner's mind, it all actually happened in a flash of lightning. The next second, an arrow with an extremely tricky angle shot into Regnar's back.
You can avoid it!
But Regner didn't choose to do this because he didn't know whether it was intentional or unintentional. This arrow actually formed a three-point-one-line position with Regnar and Shasha. Of course, Regnar could easily dodge it, but if he dodged it, Shasha would probably be shot through the head by it!
Regnar hesitated for a tenth of a second after discovering this situation, and then he burst forward and rushed forward. Although it was Shasha who betrayed him, Regnar really couldn't feel any resentment towards this little girl. After all, from some perspectives, he still owed her a lot, and besides, this situation would not put Regna in a desperate situation.
"Ah!!!" Shasha screamed in horror, thinking that Regnar knew that she betrayed him and came to take revenge.
But after all, she was just a little girl without any power. How could she avoid Regnar's speed? Shasha was jumped by Regnar without any suspense, and then she heard a painful groan from Regnar.
"Farewell, Mom!" This was Shasha's first thought after falling to the ground. Because her palm seemed to have been in contact with a warm liquid, it must be her own blood, right? This badass dark dirge must have slit his own throat, as they say.
But a second later, Shasha realized something was wrong. Because apart from the pain in her back from falling to the ground, she didn't seem to have any other problems.
Regnar stood up, his left arm hanging limply at this time. The arrow just hit his left shoulder, and the fighting spirit scraped off some of the tendons on his shoulder. But this injury is obviously not fatal, and these guys didn't put poison on the arrow. They were probably afraid of hurting Sartre or the few big shots in the mansion, right
After confirming that it was not poisonous, Regnar summoned a shadow dagger to cut off both ends of the arrow. If this thing was inserted into his body, the old man would definitely hinder his fight.
The Stoker people who were responsible for encirclement and suppression after the first hit were not in a hurry to attack. They slowly surrounded them, wrapping Regna and Shasha in the middle.
"I didn't expect it. I really didn't expect it. I thought I would be lucky enough to collect the weapons and equipment of Dark Elegy, which is famous in the mainland. But I didn't expect that not only the equipment would come this time, but Dark Elegy himself would also be here! Should I say I'm honored?" Sartre said calmly as he stood at the end of the stairs on the second floor of the hall.
It was a man in his fifties. He looked good-looking, but his pretentious elegance made Regnar feel a little nauseous.
But Regner had no time to pay attention to Sartre. He was more concerned about the woman wearing a dark red tights next to Sartre, a female assassin whose eyes were covered. Her figure is tall and hot, and she is not inferior to Vera, who has the best figure Regnar has ever seen.
And this woman seems to know how to confuse the opposite sex. She gave full play to her soft, boneless and elastic figure, and sometimes even an unintentional twisting movement could dazzle a man who had always been unsteady.
Oh, don't get me wrong, Regna didn't pay attention to this woman because of her good figure. Just kidding, there are four beauties around: Annelotte, Irene, Vera and Inelise (in a sense, they can also be called the Four King Kongs...). Does he still care whether other women are beautiful or not
Do not believe? Let me ask you from another angle, with the tempers of those people, how dare he, Regnar, care whether other women are beautiful or not
Understand!
Therefore, Regnar was not because of this woman's figure. It was because of the dangerous feeling this woman gave him.
This woman's hiding ability was terrifying. If Regnar hadn't been so sharp, he wouldn't have been able to discover the woman next to Sartre.
Eye-catching hot figure, terrifying hiding ability. This woman can so perfectly combine "low-key" and "high-profile", she is definitely not an ordinary person.
According to the information Regner had, there was only one such terrifying female assassin in the Stoke Empire, and that was Number One.
Number One is this woman's code name in the Assassination Department of the Imperial Intelligence Agency. Unlike the Military Intelligence Service, members of the Assassination Division of the Stoker Imperial Intelligence Agency do not register their names. All their members are called by numerical codes.
The code number of each member is determined by their merits.
There is no doubt that No. 1 represents the strongest assassination department. She is the strongest assassin controlled by the Stoke Empire! A female assassin.
Regnar couldn't help but frowned when he realized this. This woman is definitely troublesome, but the bigger problem is that Regner has too little information about No. 1.
According to the information at hand, Regnar only knew that she was a woman, and that the previous head of the Golden Eagle Knights was assassinated by her in the early days of the war between the two empires. As for how old this guy is, whether he is a user with attribute abilities, and whether he has any weird abilities, Regna has no idea.
Thinking of this, Regnar couldn't help but feel helpless. Look at this assassin, he is called a professional. Although he is already so strong, he still maintains a low profile and forbearance. Look at yourself again, I haven’t wanted to be famous yet! His mother's was made public by that bastard Alex. Was this guy definitely determined to turn me into an idol assassin? Damn, I'm famous. But now I meet a powerful assassin. What do you want me to do
Thinking of this, Regnar couldn't help but sneered at Alex a few more times. In fact, Alex is not to blame. He is famous, but his personal ability information was basically found out by Saron. In the end, he failed to kill Saron and asked him to go back and report to the Stoker Empire. Only then did his ability become known to almost everyone.
No. 1 was not too surprised to find that Regna had noticed her. She twisted her waist and took two steps forward, causing her neat short black hair to tremble slightly.
"In my impression, there are only two kinds of people who can easily detect my existence." Number One spoke, her voice was delicate and hoarse, and it sounded somewhat similar to Garona's voice. She looked at Regnar with interest, and then said: "One is an extremely keen person."
"Is there another one?" Regnar grinned. The pain from the wound made him a little uncomfortable. Sasha on the side was also tremblingly pulling on his left hand, which made Regnar feel even more painful.
your sister! You girl, do you want me to die of pain or bleed to death? You did this on purpose! To avenge your father and brother! I just taught you resistance and revenge, did you use it on me? This should be called self-inflicted trouble, right
"There is another kind of..." There was a smile in No. 1's eyes. She stretched lazily, and her beautiful curves almost accelerated Regnar's death from excessive blood loss again. No. 1 made a few ambiguous sounds while stretching. After doing all this, she continued: "There is another kind, which is the pervert."
"..." Regnar was speechless.
"Because things were rushed, we can only put on such a large lineup. If you feel that I have slighted you, I apologize to you." No. 1 bowed elegantly, with the two rabbits on his chest dangling inside the tights. He was dangling, as if he was about to struggle out of his clothes at any moment.
"It's okay for you to despise me. At least..." Regnar smiled slightly: "I can also relax."
As soon as Regnar finished speaking, his figure disappeared in full view of everyone.