"Slave dealers are related to more than ten missing cases of female apprentices. They are lustful and murderous. Ferrendor's famous playboy... Such people are really not psychologically burdened to kill." Lance silently recalled the information in his mind. This guy named Backett is the eldest son of a wizard family in Ferrendor. This family runs the second largest chamber of commerce in Ferrendor, the Golden Nuggets Chamber of Commerce, and is extremely powerful, so it is very difficult for even a pharmacy master like Regis to get Backett down.

Regis prepared very sufficient information, but even with such sufficient and complete information, Lance insisted on investigating for two days and confirmed that Backett's situation was indeed consistent with the information given by Regis before he was ready to take action.

At this moment, he was lurking outside a brightly lit manor. This place is the inner ring area of ​​Ferrondor, a certain distance from the Wizards Mall.

The ability to occupy such a large-scale building complex in the inner ring of Ferrondor not only shows the wealth of the owner of the manor, but also proves its powerful force. After all, the inner ring area is not a wizard shopping mall, and there is no manpower from the three major wizard organizations to maintain order. This place is a semi-order area. Even if a battle occurs, as long as there is no big noise, there will be few others to intervene.

In other words, since it can stand firm in this area, the guards of this manor must be very strict.

In fact, this is indeed the case. Lance hid in the forest far away, looked at the heavily guarded gate, and frowned.

According to Regis's information, Batchet Pinju lives in this manor. The manor occupies a large area and it is logically easy to sneak in. However, after some inquiries, Lance found that every corner of the edge of the manor was full of spell mechanisms and arcane traps. Once someone rashly breaks in, there is only a dead end.

The only one who can safely enter the manor is the tightly guarded door.

"No wonder two years ago, the killers that Register secretly invited from the Blue Mountains failed." Lance thought quietly. Backett's manor was full of spell factor detection traps, and once a spell was used, an alarm would sound. Although the guards in the manor were not spell casters, they were all forbidden magic warriors trained to fight against spellcasters. Their bodies had a very terrifying resistance to magic, and had a natural advantage against low-level spellcasters, and they only accepted the control and commands of Backett alone. Under such conditions, it was really difficult to kill Backett.

However, there are always ways.

Lance took a step back, changed into clothes in the hidden place, and then quickly walked out of the bushes.

...

"Stop!" The guard, who was nearly two meters tall, shouted loudly: "Show your identity!"

"Two gentlemen, I am the correspondent of the Rambo Trade Union. There is an urgent letter to be sent to Mr. Barckett." Under the green hat brim, a panic-faced face appeared, looking very young.

The two guards looked at each other and relaxed their guard slightly.

One of them said in a deep voice: "Don't the letters from the Rambo union usually are sent by ravens? When did there be a communicator?"

The young man hurriedly said, "Sir, you may remember it wrong. Mr. Barker is a registered senior member of our union. His letters are usually sent by albatross."

The guard yelled, and the doubt in his eyes disappeared a lot. He said, "Since that's the case, what's going on today?"

The young man showed a distressed smile: "Recently our union has replaced two new albatross breeders. Those two guys are simply parallel. Under their care, all the albatrosses were stomach up and could not even fly a few feet, let alone send a letter. I personally delivered this expedited letter to Mr. Barker and I would also send a letter to other guests."

The guard laughed: "You Rambo union is really funny, but your union is in full swing recently. The last time you broadcast the Puppet City live, it made your union famous in Ferrondor."

The young man smiled shyly: "Where... the famous one should be the guy who is hooded."

The guard nodded: "Yes, that guy is famous. Since it's an expedited letter, then go in quickly. But you still have to check it out, this is a routine rule."

"I understand." The young man nodded nervously. He faced another guard and placed the letter on the wooden platform beside him.

Several guards didn't care about this action.

Under the command of the guard, the young man stood in front of a magic detector, and a faint red light swept through his body without any reaction.

"No weapons, no space storage equipment. Safe." The guard looked at the instrument's reaction and said quickly.

"Get in quickly."

The young man nodded gratefully, picked up the letter and walked in.

...

"People always tend to ignore the most conspicuous things."

In the night, the young man chuckled softly. He quickly walked forward, tearing open the envelope in his hand while walking. A purple-red ring suddenly fell out.

Lance grabbed the Arcane Ring, looked at the things inside, and then ran towards the depths of the manor.

There are countless buildings in the manor, and the most conspicuous one is the main house in it. According to Regis's information, this villa is the place where Backett is most often staying.

There are guard handles at all gates of the main house, so it is very difficult to enter.

There were many carriages parked in the manor tonight. Lance could see many carriage drivers chatting with each other along the way.

"So it's a party..." Lance glanced at the shadows in the transparent glass of the main room, rushed forward, and flashed into the shadow.

His destination is the kitchen.

There is no doubt that Batchet himself must be at the party. The invited person should also be some advanced apprentices or second-level wizards. After all, although Batchetet is powerful, his mana is average. After relying on resources and medicine to pile up high-level apprentices, he never improves again. If you want to get into the party, you are either a guest, an invitation letter, or you can only be a staff member.

Lance's movements were silent. After observing for a while, he soon found the places where waiters entered and left frequently.

He walked forward in the shadows, leaning quietly against the wall, and headed towards the kitchen.

Who knew that just as he passed by a small warehouse, he suddenly heard a strange sound.

"Hmm?" Lance held his breath and pressed his ear against the wall of the warehouse.

However, he heard a deep gasp.

"Hurry up! You damn devil, let the master discover that we can't afford to eat!"

"Shut up!**!"

"Okay... I'll shut up... Please hurry up, ah..."

A woman's voice came.

A strange look appeared on Lance's face, and then he took a side step and found the entrance to the small warehouse. He gently pushed open the door and walked in.

...

Three minutes later, a man and a woman were lying there in a coma in the small warehouse.

"The waiter and the waiter have an affair? No, I have seen this woman on Regis's information. It seems to be Backett's concubine..." Lance looked at the posture of the two people with some amusement. He glanced at the dining car beside him. The waiter was so anxious that he refused to let go of this time.

But all this happened to be cheaper.

After knocking the two out of nowhere, he took off the waiter's clothes and quickly put them on. Then he solemnly took out a small paper bag from the Arcane Ring.

He opened the paper bag and sprinkled the light yellow powder inside evenly on the waiter's face.

Thirty seconds later, the powder was air-dried into a thin layer of film. Lance carefully peeled out the film and then applied it to his face.

His image immediately became exactly the same as the waiter.

"The master of medicine is the master of medicine. This kind of human skin powder is simply a disguise artifact. I should ask for a few more packs next time." Lance touched his face and made sure that the disguise technique had completely taken effect. Then he pushed the food truck beside him and walked out of the small warehouse quickly.

The moment he pushed open the warehouse door, he threw the Arcane Ring into a muddy cocktail.

After successfully passing the guard's inspection, Lance pushed the dining cart and finally got into the party.

Who knew that the moment I entered, the scene in front of me made Lance stay for three seconds!

The entire hall was full of untidy men and women!

Among them, women account for the majority, most of the men are higher apprentices, and there are also several second-level wizards. However, women are relatively weak, most of them are elementary apprentices.

They dressed incredibly and exposedly, surrounded by men in groups, either coquettishly or charmingly, and some people were even in public...

Looking at this extremely exciting scene, Lance's eyelids couldn't help but jump.

"Okay, it's an open party... although I'm not quite the same as I imagined." Lance pushed the dining cart and traveled through the crowd without changing his face.

From time to time, naked people took a glass of wine or grabbed a piece of food from his dining cart. Some women with red faces rushed to him and grabbed him directly.

Fortunately, Lance was very skilled and it took him a long time to dodge. He pushed the dining car aside and carefully observed the situation around him.

"Where is Batchte? As the owner of the manor, you have to show up at such a party, right?" Lance looked around quietly.

Who knew that at this moment, a drunken man suddenly came over, pushed Lance away without hesitation, grabbed the cocktail containing the Arcane Ring, and raised his head and prepared to drink it.

Lance's heart thumped, hurriedly grabbed the man and whispered: "Sir, wait!"

"What?!" the man glared at Lance: "Don't you let me drink this glass of wine?"

"No, no!" Lance looked horrified: "Sir, this glass of wine has a high intensity. You don't look suitable for drinking this kind of wine now... Maybe it's good to change the glass with a low intensity."

"Get out!" the man roared, "If you bother me, I will kill you!"

After saying that, he punched Lance in the chest. Lance gritted his teeth and did not dare to avoid it. The punch hit the chest. Fortunately, the drunkard was not very powerful, but it only made Lance retreat several steps.

The people around him immediately looked over with some surprise.

The man said proudly: "A waiter dares to stop me from drinking. Go and die!"

After saying that, he raised his glass and took a sip, drinking a full third of it.

Lance stared at the wine glass, his mind was running rapidly. (To be continued.)
Chapter completed!