After a while, Victor picked up the water glass and wanted to drink.
Tyron reached out and pressed the cup down again.
Victor suddenly said: "Can't eat and drink here? Is this hotel their stronghold?"
Old Antique nodded approvingly.
Victor relied on the fact that no one could understand him, and said, "How long do we have to wait?"
"Until they have had enough peeping, or..." Tai Lun thought for a while, took the water glass casually, and improvised, directly smashed it at the bar.
"Ping" a loud noise!
Everyone was taken aback, and Victor's hair blew up.
After smashing the cup, Tai Lun put his long legs on the table, and immediately appeared like a great devil in the world.
The proprietress hurriedly cleaned up the bar, but she didn't say a word to Tai Lun, which finally made Victor aware of the weird atmosphere in the hotel.
At this time, the big devil said indifferently: "I gave you five minutes before I came, and now you have squandered it all. To waste my time is to waste your life, you know?"
After speaking, someone came from behind him.
Tai Lun raised his hand and threw the man to the ground. His boots slammed on him and said, "Guide the way, or die."
A few seconds later, someone came to show the way, and he glanced at Victor and said, "He can't go in."
As soon as the words fell, Tai Lun suddenly lit up the knife.
The light of the spatula was so fast that Victor caught only one out of the corner of his eye, and then he saw a very shallow cut on the lips of the guide.
Tai Lun said: "I'll give you a chance to speak correctly."
The guide paused and said respectfully, "The other gentleman doesn't need to go in."
Tai Lun withdrew the knife noncommittally, bowed his head and said to Victor: "Wait for me here for a while, do you have a gun? If necessary, just kill one. You need to be stronger than them. —”
"Don't be stingy!" Victor replied with glowing eyes, and pulled off his coat by the way, showing Tyronn his tactical belt. "Actually, I brought a set of tactical detonators! There is also a timer!"
Tai Lun looked at the equivalent: "..."
Victor added: "If they dare to bully the few with more, just blow the whistle—don't worry, I will calculate the blasting equivalent, and the error will not exceed 1%."
The Great Demon King suddenly felt a little bleak, he only made the worst preparations for the bloodbath here, but he was already ready to raze the whole place to the ground...
Tyron went in, and Victor sat outside with a smile, continuing to look at this exotic place.
Everyone in the hotel looked at him, those who did not belong to the organization had already left silently, and the rest were all the assassins, as if a pack of wolves surrounded a little white rabbit.
Until Victor was really bored, he took out a pack of portable equipment, took out three test tubes, took the glass of water just now and started playing chemical experiments.
Two minutes later, the eyeballs of the assassins were about to pop out.
Victor took a tube of strong corrosive agent and melted their poison cups, then looked at the residue, fiddled with it and set it on fire.
After another two minutes, there was no ash left, only a puff of green smoke left.
Assassins: "..." What kind of medicine can make this effect? In their knowledge world, that must be something that destroys corpses! !
But Victor has no such common sense.
The water cups are all gone, and Victor has nothing to play with.
He was silent for a while, scanning the surrounding gentlemen assassins with vaguely curious eyes.
The scene was quiet for about tens of seconds, and the surrounding pack of wolves turned their backs one by one, falling into an awkward silence.
Victor: "... ???" Come on, give me a new glass of water. The bio-paralyzing toxin you extracted is very interesting, but the dose is too small for experiments... Hey, why do you look scared
A few minutes later, Tyron came out, and what he saw was Victor sitting in the middle, while countless assassins were shivering sitting next to each other in the four corners of the room.
From his point of view, the dragonfly wings on Victor's back are opening and closing as he breathes, which is particularly interesting.
Tai Lun couldn't help touching it again, then lowered his head and said, "Are you thirsty?"
Victor said innocently: "No, um. I'm a little curious about the raw materials of the poison they use here."
"Most of the time, it should be naturally extracted animal and plant toxins. Compound poisons are time-consuming and expensive." Tai Lun said casually, "We can rob them before leaving."
Victor's eyes lit up, and he said reservedly, "Have you seen Fando's teacher?"
Tyron: "Well, so-so. Going to the banquet tonight?"
Victor: What does this have to do with a banquet?
Tai Lun then said again: "Played a game. Let's go to the banquet to assassinate a target tonight. If I succeed, I can flip through the classics here."
Victor: "What if he succeeds?"
Tai Lun: "Then I will kill him first."
Victor: "..." That's okay too, my old antique! ! !
Of course Old Antique was joking, he obeyed the rules... The main reason why he would make this joke is: he can't lose.
The teacher Fando, whose code name is Jino, is a mixed-race superhuman who has lived for more than 300 years. He is a respected elder in this organization.
Old Antique: It's hard not to be his brat, tsk.
Before night fell, Tai Lun took Victor to walk on the street, watching and eating, eating all the way, as filling his stomach.
Victor was eager to try: "Can I go too? I have never attended a medieval banquet. What should I wear? What should I bring?"
Tai Lun: "Bring an invitation card and wear whatever you want."
Victor: "Did they send invitations?"
"...No." The master assassin choked for a moment, feeling in a trance that he hadn't explained the question that the brats would ask for thousands of years, "If the organization is prepared, it won't be cleaned up afterwards. Everything that should be there is Find a way by yourself, and if there is a problem, one person is responsible.”
"There are two of us in charge," Victor said.
Tai Lun smiled for a while, took his skewers and ate them, and then said, "Where's your notebook? Let me use it."
He took Victor's notebook, tore off a dozen sheets of paper, and wrote and drew on them.
Victor asked curiously, "What are you doing?"
Tai Lun said succinctly: "Play."
Victor: "..." Yes, the old hooligan standard answer.
Half an hour later, Tyron made a disguise, and Victor watched as he casually folded a piece of cloth twice to tie his hair, and the shape of his face seemed to change instantly. Then Tai Lun found some plant ash and wiped it carefully, and the nose seemed to have changed a bit miraculously...
After a few times, Victor almost couldn't recognize it: "This, this is the magical magic of makeup?"
Tai Lun put his hands behind his back, took a breath, and his aura changed instantly. He looked like a senior butler in a medieval aristocratic family with his chest up and his feet on his feet.
He walked to the intersection where the carriage was parked outside the banquet location, aimed at the noble lady getting off the carriage, and began to deceive people.
Victor: "…"
Victor stared at him hard, but was almost ashamed a few times.
This is a very miraculous thing. It turned out that Tai Lun stood out from the crowd on the road before because he was too lazy to cover up, but now he deliberately concealed it, and immediately it was like a drop of water flowing into a lake, and even other water droplets could not distinguish him at all.
About ten minutes later, Tai Lun came over with a large stack of invitation cards.
Victor was shocked: "Do we need so many? That's enough for a football team to get in!"
Tyron gave a "shh", pulled Victor, and knocked him against the wall.
Then he stretched out his long arms to hold Victor tightly, kissed him by the way, and said, "Look at the one with the piano."
Victor looked at it for a while before realizing: "This... This person is also stealing? He is Fando's teacher?!"
Tai Lun said: "Yes."
After a while, Gino, disguised as a bard, took the stolen invitation and quietly walked to the corner to unfold—
He saw a piece of Victor's note paper, on which a small flower was randomly scribbled, and the petals were sparse and ugly.
Keno: "..."
Well, Mr. Assassin had no choice but to go back and approach a nobleman with an invitation card, and stole another one, and then he found that it was still a note paper, this time with a fly drawn on it.
After going back and forth twice, he stole another doll with a pig's head and a big head. Apparently Mr. Gino didn't know the doll was called the Rainy Day Doll, but that didn't stop him from being angry.
Keno: "Odin"! you can!
Teacher Jino was so angry that he went back and stole another one.
This time I carefully opened it and saw: there was nothing painted inside, only a little food residue.
Smell it carefully, it also smells like grilled skewers.
Keno: "..."
How could there be such an annoying Master Assassin in the world! ! !
The nobles whose invitations had been stolen had finished exchanging pleasantries, and when they entered the arena, they suddenly discovered a problem, and there was a yell at the door.
Victor worried: "What should I do now? Can I still go in?"
Tai Lun said: "Go in."
He stuffed an invitation to Victor, and said, "The beautiful girls standing in the corner over there are all prostitutes. As long as you have an invitation to let them in, they will serve for one night for free."
Victor accepted the invitation blankly and said, "Wait, aren't we together..."
Tai Lun sized him up and said, "Forget it, they're taking advantage too much. You go in alone, good boy."
Victor sighed, and said: "Okay, don't disturb your plan. Don't play too much, after all, he is an elder with a lot of fun..."
Old Antique assured: "Not too much."
Victor looked at him suspiciously for two seconds.
Tai Lun said: "I promise not to bully you and cry."
Victor: "…"
After watching Victor enter the arena, Tyron went to a certain bard to "ask him for directions", and stole a scarf, a piano, a pick, and a purse for rewards from him by the way. He turned into a bard too.
The real bard was so dizzy, he grabbed a map that was stuffed into his hand and excitedly said: "Yes! The Holy Land is that direction!"
By the time he turned around, Tai Lun was long gone.
Mr. Tyron, the bard, ran to grab the business of the bard Kino.