That's right, the seemingly old man next to Regna is actually not a man at all. She is an out-and-out, even very beautiful woman.
She is the number one assassin in the Assassination Department of the Stork Empire's Imperial Intelligence Agency: Number One.
The reason why Regnar could recognize her was actually because of No. 1's eyes. This woman's eyes were very special. Her dark eyes sometimes seemed enigmatic, and what was contained in them was almost completely incomprehensible to Regna. But sometimes, she acts like a stray puppy begging for people. He looked so helpless, so pitiful. Whenever Regnar saw that look in her eyes, he would always have a strange feeling, as if he had been looking at her eyes for thousands of years. They were obviously so familiar, but Regnar didn't. I can't always remember where I saw him.
And it was precisely because of this look that Regner recognized No. 1 just now. Although this man with a beard looked unfamiliar, his overall temperament made Regnar feel extremely familiar. Coupled with that unique look in his eyes, Regnar was sure almost instantly that this man was pretending to be No. 1!
"Number 1?" Regnar turned slightly and looked at Number 1, who was walking quietly beside him, and couldn't help but start thinking about this person.
It is really strange to say that the first meeting between Regnar and No. 1 was accompanied by a battle of swords and shadows. Number One at that time was extremely ruthless and ruthless in his actions. Regner had no doubt that he would lose his life if he was even a little negligent in that battle that day.
But then the relationship between No. 1 and herself suddenly took a turn for the worse. After No. 1 saw herself alone, her attitude took an almost 180-degree turn. From then on, Regna suddenly felt this Number One and himself are not actually enemies. No, it was more than that. He always felt that the relationship between No. 1 and him was unusual and extraordinary. Regnar felt that No. 1 knew him very well, even better than Irene or Annelotte or Inelise.
This is not some inference, nor is it some speculation, it is just an intuition that arises for no reason. But what puzzled Regnar was that he seemed to trust his intuition very much. So much so that now that the most terrifying assassin in the Stoker Empire has run to Melinder and in front of him, he still hasn't exposed her.
Regnar didn't understand what was going on, but he had a strong intuition. This woman is not her own enemy, and she will not do anything to harm herself. Uh... The time when she instigated Sasha to smear herself in front of Irene and Enelise doesn't count...
In any case, Regnar had a weird mentality and did not take action to subdue No. 1. He wanted to see what No. 1 was doing here, and... This woman seemed to trust Regna very much. When she stood next to Regna, she looked really relaxed and didn't seem to be wary at all.
This made Regnar even more embarrassed to take action. No matter what, this woman saved his life.
Just when Regnar's mind was in a mess because of the sudden appearance of No. 1, they followed Joffrey to the center of the dance, which was an open flat land. Let alone fighting here, even a race. It is also enough.
"What weapon do you need?" Halson asked coldly. He was actually looking for a reason for himself to get a handy weapon. Halson is not good at fighting with his bare hands. A two-handed sword can help him display his strongest strength.
"I don't need weapons." No. 1, dressed as a man, answered very easily. She began to move her body, first her shoulders, then her waist, and finally her knees and elbows. Regnar looked at No. 1's strong thighs and couldn't help but wonder how this guy changed his body shape. He remembered that although No. 1 had a plump figure, there was no trace of fat in the areas that should be thin. Logically speaking, the thighs could not be so thick.
"..." Harsen looked at No. 1 relaxing and warming up, and couldn't help but be a little unsure of this guy's strength. Although Harson has reached the seventeenth level of fighting spirit thanks to the cultivation of various rare and exotic medicines in his family. But this guy also neglected his martial arts training because he usually wandered among the flowers. If he didn't use weapons, Halson wasn't sure if he could defeat this guy who jumped out of nowhere with his bare hands.
"If bare-handed is your most proficient way of fighting." Halson said this shamelessly, and then took out a two-meter-long giant sword from his space pocket. Unlike the decorative swords he occasionally carried when patrolling with his brothers, this giant sword was an out-and-out murder weapon. Whether it's the blood tank that lets blood, the blade that shines coldly, or the rust caused by being stained with blood for a long time, it all proves the ferocity of this weapon.
Regnar couldn't help but take a step forward when he saw this weapon. He originally wanted to scold Halson for being shameless, or let No. 1 come down and play on his own.
But No. 1 turned her head. This woman's eyes could always convey her thoughts accurately. But this time, Regnar saw joy, relief and comfort in her eyes.
"I'm happy that you can worry about me. But don't worry, that guy can't do anything to me, and I'll be fine."
If Number One spoke, he would probably say something like this. But she conveyed so much information with just her eyes. And after Regnar understood her eyes, he really felt relieved and watched quietly.
Irene, who was standing aside, couldn't help but be confused as she watched Regna and the MIDI agent playing tricks: Why does that uncle keep throwing... flirtatious glances at Brother Regna... And Brother Regna seems to be very useful... I I heard that upper-class nobles always have some strange hobbies... Could it be... No... No... My brother will not become a gay!
No. 1 glanced at Irene, who had a gloomy expression, seemingly unintentionally. Seeing that she could stand beside Regnar so calmly, No. 1's eyes flashed with envy and jealousy. But she didn't say much, she just put on a posture, ready to vent all her dissatisfaction on Halson's head.
"Huge weapons can't bring you any advantage." No. 1 said to Halson in a lesson tone: "On the contrary, without the support of fighting spirit, it is difficult for your body's strength to support you to use such a heavy weapon." weapons. I’ll let you know that in a moment.”
"Where did this unknown person come from?" Halson put the giant sword on his shoulder and showed a sadistic smile: "How dare you point at me!"
Halson's body exploded with speed in an instant. Although he did not have the support of fighting spirit, his body, which had been nourished by the treasures of heaven, material and earth since childhood, was really strong. When he charged, Regnar only felt a strong wind blowing towards his face, followed by the loud sound of the giant sword chopping on the ground mixed with gravel flying over.
Regnar blocked Irene behind him, and then slightly inspired his fighting spirit to block the flying floor debris. Although these things are not very powerful, they are still very dangerous if they reach the eyes or some soft parts.
Regnar narrowed his eyes and looked into the smoke with some worry. He secretly prayed that he would not see the corpse of No. 1 lying on the spot after the smoke dispersed. That would really ruin the outlook.
Fortunately, that scene that destroyed the three views never happened. When the smoke and dust dissipated, No. 1 was still standing there relaxedly. She stepped on the sword of Halson's giant sword with one foot, and looked at the blushing man in front of her with a joking expression on her face: "Didn't I say it before? It's difficult for you to wield such a heavy weapon without the support of fighting spirit. What's wrong? You can't even lift the sword so quickly?"
"Drink!" Halson roared, and the muscles in his arms expanded and opened several cracks in his dress.
At this time, several masters present actually saw that Harson used fighting energy at the moment of exerting force, but due to Harson's identity, no one spoke to stop him at this time. Is it necessary to offend the Minister of Justice and Lord Alfred and Prince Joffrey behind him for a little-known assassin in the Military Intelligence Agency
With the help of Dou Qi, Halson finally raised his giant sword, but a wonderful scene also occurred. Number One stood on the tip of Halson's sword like a paper figure without any weight. She stood upright and looked at Halson with a relaxed smile on her face.
"What kind of balance is this?" Regnar couldn't help but be secretly surprised when he saw this scene. Now, he finally understood that in the battle between him and No. 1, this woman was most likely to let go.
When Halson saw No. 1 actually standing on his two-handed sword, his face turned red with anger.
He shouted loudly and began to swing the sword in an unorganized manner.
Number 1 let out a soft shout, and she jumped up high, letting Halson wave his weapon there like an idiot.
Halson didn't understand where No. 1 was going at first. When he raised his head after being stunned for a second or two, No. 1 was falling from the sky head-down. The expression on her face was still relaxed and playful. The woman stretched out her calloused palms and pressed directly on Halson's head.
Halson, whose eyes were covered, panicked for a moment, but then he felt something slippery scratching his throat. When he regained his vision again, No. 1 was landing on the ground with a light backflip. He bowed gracefully to Halson, and then looked at the stunned Halson with a smile.
"I think it's enough, right? You lost, Halson." Regnar couldn't help but want to laugh when he saw this, but at the same time, he was secretly frightened by No. 1's delicate and deadly fighting skills.
Just now, No. 1 used his left hand to block Halson's field of vision, and then slightly bent his left arm, causing his body to continue falling. Then the female assassin silently reached out her right hand that no one noticed, and at the same time lightly scratched Halson's throat.
At this time, there was a thin red line remaining in Halson's throat. Everyone understood that if the assassin was holding a dagger just now, then Halson could only cover his bleeding throat and twitch unconsciously. Who is this Military Intelligence agent? How could he have such superb fighting skills? Or is it that the quality of military intelligence agents has reached such a high level
For a time, the nobles were talking a lot because of No. 1's amazing performance.
No. 1 did not speak, but put away the lipstick that had just been smeared on Harsen's throat with a small movement that no one noticed.