But no one was willing to give up this opportunity, and give up this opportunity to watch the real bloody killing scene.

Although the young heirs of Serthborg seem to be on the weak side in terms of their figure and number of people.

Compared with those gangsters, this little count was simply facing a group of fierce and vicious wolf-like weak antelope in isolation.

But in the eyes of the students, the party that was addicted to killing was not the evil wolf, but the antelope.

Seeing this young man danced light waltz with beautiful music, using the high roof of the academy as the vastest stage, and using almost light dance postures to show amazing and perfect killing skills.

Those murderous techniques that make people feel creepy when they think about it are so elegant and wonderful to use in the hands of this young man, as if it is an exquisite work of art in itself, a cold, cruel and bloody work of art.

This is a waltz with a gentle melody, but the performer is a messenger of death.

This is an elegant and gorgeous court dance, but the performer is a cruel and cruel killer and the bodies he created.

A few months ago, many people in the capital were speculating that this young man was a truly heir to the count with noble blood and the most successful liar.

But now every person standing in the square watching this bloody and elegant scene with his own eyes has no doubt about the aristocratic bloodline this young man possesses.

Because the slightest suspicion seems so stupid and ridiculous that even if it takes away other people's lives, it is unimaginable that such a killer without noble blood.

But another deep question suddenly appeared in everyone's heart. Where did the pure aristocratic bloodline this young man had come from? Is it the terrifying demon world that no one has seen before only exists in his imagination.

Perhaps this young man is the descendant of a nobleman in the demon world who dominates the country.

Just as everyone was deeply shocked by the bloody killing full of elegance and beauty, someone suddenly exclaimed again, because the boy was running quickly on the drain under the eaves with light steps.

Rebow is also very clear that this is quite risky, but he really doesn't want to be pincerated, and his opponents obviously intend to use the method of surrounding them to avoid their casualties.

But what scared Ribo the most was that he suddenly saw a figure among the gangsters climbing onto the roof, and he had to escape from this dangerous place before the opponent's killer launched an attack.

Just as Ruibo was about to reach the other side of the eaves, he suddenly felt his feet loose and the drain pipe slid toward the outside.

Behind Ribo, a gangster screamed and saw his body leaning towards the square in despair. He was regretting his stupid behavior. He forgot the difference between his weight and that boy.

A dull sound rang at Ribo's feet, but Ribo's situation was not much better.

Although he grabbed the eaves and did not fall, a gangster running towards him was obviously threatening his life.

Ruiboxin drew the bottom piece of tiles, and a bunch of tiles slid down the roof. The gangster who was running towards him never expected that such a thing would happen. His reaction was obviously far from comparable to the sliding tiles, and screams rang out on the roof again.

Seeing that the little heir of Sethburg had elegantly eliminated the two criminals, and the murder of these two people did not even make the young killer stain his hands with blood, everyone below once again exclaimed.

But Ribo felt that the situation was not good, because he had seen the real killer climbing onto the roof and pointing his bow and arrow at him. The sharp arrow had already been placed on the bowstring.

Ruibo's body swayed back and forth twice, jumped onto the corridor on the fifth floor, and without waiting for his body to stand firm, Ruibo immediately hid behind the guardrail.

As he expected, an arrow shot against his cheek and hit the wall opposite. If he had just taken a little slower, the arrow would have been nailed to him.

Although he escaped a fatal arrow, Ribo knew very well that he was far from being out of danger now.

The gangster will surround him from both sides, and this time it will be a face-to-face battle, and the situation will be extremely unfavorable to him.

Ruibo took out his wand, which had already been filled with liquid dissolved with psychedelic agents.

He laid a psychedelic mist on the door and corridor as fast as possible, and then retreated to a corner of the classroom. Now he finally had time to cast another magic.

Seeing the bandits rushing into the classroom one after another fall to the ground, Ruibo felt quite pleased. What the teacher taught him at the beginning was indeed a very convenient magic.

This layer of fog has won him the most precious thing, that is time.

Going closer to the window, Ruibo took a look at the situation below, as he expected.

In order to better seize the opportunity to attack him, the killers lurking in the corner came out one after another, and they gathered under the window.

Ruibo recited a spell, and the magic wand stretched out from the gap in the blinds. In a silent manner, a drop of liquid bead fell from the high window to the ground, and silently turned into a large fog that ordinary people could not detect.

After a while, Ruibo carefully opened the window and looked down, and saw that the street was full of lying on the ground.

Ruibo was very satisfied with such achievements, but he knew very well that he had not escaped from danger.

Ruibo hid in the darkest corner of the classroom and began to recite another spell.

After reading the last divine text, Ruibo has already felt his own changes.

His hands suddenly disappeared, as if dissolved in nothingness.

Looking towards the wall beside him, the sun shone there without any obstruction, and the shadow that had always been with him now disappeared without a trace.

Seeing all this in front of him, Ruibo was very satisfied. The magic circle really played a role. Now he disappeared, disappearing from the eyes of the world.

This magical power will always be over him unless an accident occurs to completely stop his meditation.

Rebow believes that his mastery of meditation is far above any other magician.

Even a magician with superb strength like his teacher Maske cannot maintain a meditation state at any time like himself, without any accidents happening around him.

This talent does not come from teacher Masque's teaching, but from Kellena's rigorous training.

Put on a pair of peculiar gloves, Ribo climbed onto the windowsill.

He tried his best to squeeze his body out of the narrow window.

The sharp steel hooks extending from the fingertips of the gloves and the fine barbs covered with palms make Ruibo easily able to stick tightly to the wall like a gecko.

Rebow climbed down carefully, and he had to avoid the mist made by his own hands, which was equally fatal to him.

The gangsters who rushed to the fifth floor believed that danger was lurking in front of them.

When they saw the bodies of many rushing incomers piled up on the ground, the gangsters were creepy, and they suddenly remembered rumors about the little earl.

There is a saying that the young man they are dealing with is a magician who is proficient in curses.

Obviously, the young man is now planning to use the special power he has to get rid of all his opponents.

Compared with the mysterious curse, the rewards promised by Lomel and his power were nothing, and some people began to shake themselves among the gangsters.

And with the noisy sound of the bronze trumpet coming from afar, the number of uneasy people increased rapidly.

The escort of the Legal Affairs Bureau is about to arrive. Unlike the killers under Lomel, the escort of the Legal Affairs Bureau is quite heavy in the eyes of these gangsters.

Fierce battles unfolded on the street outside the academy. Lomel had obviously arranged everything. The killers occupied the most favorable position. Although they were small, they made it difficult for the guards to move forward.

These killers knew very well that their first goal of this trip had failed, and that little Count had already been invincible once he cast his magic.

For the killers, now all they have to do is to attract as much attention as possible from the guards, because the real battlefield is in another place.

...

In another place in the outskirts of Franck, the escort of the Legal Affairs Bureau was cleaning the battlefield. They were really surprised that such a huge and complex tunnel was excavated under this abandoned warehouse.

In order to occupy every section of the tunnel, the escort of the Legal Affairs Bureau paid a considerable price. Eleven officers and soldiers died during the attack, and more than twenty wounded people were also killed.

However, the harvest is also rich. There are more than 70 people in the tunnel, and nearly one-third are Lomel's direct subordinates.

Covering his nose with his hands, blocking the breathtaking bloody smell mixed with mold as much as possible, and kicking the body of a smuggler in the tunnel with his feet. The Marquis Faru sighed and said, "We forgot these guys. I originally thought they wouldn't dare to board the pirate ship in Lomel, but now it seems that the guy convinced these guys."

"Maybe it was because of our first two defeats that made these monsters and monsters in the capital full of confidence in Lomel." Rabel said.

"Is it time for us to repay Mr. Lomel?" asked the Marquis.

"I'm afraid the time has not come yet. Although Mr. Lomel sent a killer to attend the grand event held by Duke Auburn, the most powerful killer under his command has not been dispatched. Perhaps he is not ready to attack the Earl's Mansion." Rabel said.

Suddenly, a burst of blue smoke emerged from the frankincense jar held by the pastor standing beside him, and a refreshing fragrance filled the entire tunnel, driving away the smell of blood and mold.

"Ha--it seems to be worth the wait. Our old friends finally couldn't stand it." Marquis Farrul almost jumped up excitedly. The drifting frankincense was also a signal. The Archbishop sent the best priest to convey the message to them. The Director of Law said happily: "Rabel, please inform our extraordinary friend quickly. Now it is finally time to do it."

"He has learned the news and has set out." A cold and warm voice came from the darkness in the distance.

With a burst of footsteps that could hardly be heard, the killer of the royal family came out like a demon god. He was using a rag to wipe a short sword in his hand, and the rag was covered with blood.

"What are the borers?" Marquis Faru asked, raising his eyebrows.

"One of them is very clever, and they seem to have some effective way of contacting each other." The Royal Special Officer said expressionlessly.

"Have you missed the news?" Rabel asked.

"Unless Lomel bought more than these borers, I can guarantee that Lomel must not realize that he is in danger now." The killer of the royal agency said coldly.

"I just want to wish your respected colleague and a happy hunting. I believe that hunting this old fox, Lomel, must be quite exciting." Marquis Faru said with a happy smile, but he soon found that the people around him did not respond to his humor.

The Marquis shrugged and said, "Then let's do our own work, is the road from Franck to other places completely blocked?"

"All blockades have been completed, and even places without roads are closely guarded by a guard soldier every ten meters." Rabel reported solemnly.

"Are our wizard friends ready to fulfill their promises?" asked Marquis Faru again.

Rabel and the royal killer looked at each other, which was a question that they could not answer.
Chapter completed!