After leaving Zanquus's territorial waters, the passengers hiding in the narrow cabin were able to make a noise. Because they had given enough money, Victor was assigned a single room and was safe for the next four days. As the North Land approached, Victor obviously felt that the eyes projected on him were becoming more and more unscrupulous.

Finally, on the night of the fifth day, a dark elf warrior named Sheen entered the cabin in the dark and threw two consecutive daggers with poison. Hearing the unique sound of stabbing, he waited patiently for a while before he came forward to check carefully.

"It's just a rookie. The Lando Demon asked me to be careful. It took time to kill him." The dark elf murmured to himself, reclaiming the daggers that were checked on their chest and forehead. Just as the daggers were pulled away, Victor, who was originally lying on the bed, suddenly jumped up, covering Sheen's mouth and nose with one hand and covering his heart with the other hand.

Sheen widened his eyes, not having time to be shocked. The dull pain from his chest made his eyes dark, and his upper body fell softly on the bed.

This guy isn't a human at all?!

This was Sheen's last consciousness. What remained in sight before she was unconscious were Victor's red eyes in the dark night.

At such a close place to the Dark Elf Priest, Victor naturally would not rashly use the soul search within the scope of divine arts, open Sheen's mouth and pour hypnotic potions with him.

"Which family do you belong to?"

"Zaire."

The first family? It seems that they are not ordinary dark elves, and they are also walking with the priest. Maybe they are going out for secret missions,

"What is the mission this time?"

“Contact Kruberg.”

"Ha" Victor couldn't help laughing. It was so coincidental. This was the contact person Kruberg said. With the priest accompanying him, the idiot who had no magical talent could naturally not see through the spells cast on the dark elf.

"Is it the order issued by the Neri Priest himself?" In fact, Victor was puzzled. This plan was not very similar to the style of the dark elves, but rather a bit like Paglott's usual style.

Did they join forces?

"have no idea"

It seemed to confirm Victor's guess. When asked who gave the order, Sheen's answer was not so quick. After asking three consecutive times, he had a vague answer. Victor thought about it and changed the topic.

"Who is the pastor who walks with you?"

"Qizhizivapasaro."

A name that I have never heard of, and neither the name nor the surname is a dark elves. Victor was about to ask, but suddenly it sensed that the life form was approaching this cabin.

"Forget what you saw and heard and said, slapped Sheen twice in the face, and Victor rolled back to the bed, maintaining his original posture of being attacked.

"Huh? I'm" Sheen woke up by the hypnosis. He looked at the dagger in his hand and looked at Victor lodged in a pool of blood, his face full of doubts. He only remembered to throw the dagger and check it out, after that."

The empty door was kicked open, and the orc squeezed in. Seeing Sheen standing in front of the bed, holding a dagger, the person on the bed had two holes pierced, as if he had died.

"Seeing that you have been in for so long, I thought something had happened to you. Seeing that Xien is safe, the orc breathed a sigh of relief: "The priest is looking for you

"Oh" Get rid of this guy." His mind was still a little inspiring. Sheen put away the dagger, pressed his slightly painful temple, and turned around and walked out of the small cabin.

The orc came forward and touched the "corpse that was still a little hot, but found nothing valuable. He cursed a few words, pulled Victor directly from the bed, dragged all the way to the deck, and threw it into the sea in front of the sailors.

"Oh, please!!"

The sound of falling into the water sounded. He stretched his head and looked at the corpse sinking into the water. The orc turned back to the cabin. A sailor was curious and looked at the place where the corpse was just thrown. Blood continued to rise with the bubbles, and soon dyed the sea water red.

"What are you looking at?" the captain came over yawning.

"Captain" and they killed the people who placed you in the special cabin." Pointing to the red-colored sea surface, the sailor reported what he had just seen.

Squinted his eyes and looked at the place where the body was throwing away farther and farther away; the captain stroked his horns and did not answer.

It is not surprising that the Dark Clan was killed, except for the Alfonso people, and the Dark Clan never allowed other humans to set foot on the land of the North Land. They were lucky enough to encounter dark elves or orcs, and refugees or fugitives from the South Land might join Alfonso. But that person,

The captain has carried countless stowaways who wanted to go to the Northland, and never gave him such a strange feeling. He did not walk out of his hands, nor was he covered in blood, but a hurry glance before boarding the boat. His gray-brown pupils had different eyes than ordinary people. They were like ice that never melted, and just a simple look at each other made him feel like he was scraped off a piece of flesh. It was precisely because of this that he gave the best cabin to that person.

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Unexpectedly, it shouldn't be. How could a person with that kind of look lose to Sheen? Even the dark elf, Sheen is not a great warrior, let alone he doesn't have the help of the priest.

The "captain" saw the captain looking at the sea. The sailor had to speak out to remind him, "I have arrived at the port of Mazila."

Retracting his gaze, the captain put his sails down and drove all the strange thoughts in his mind. What should I do if I think so much? That person's life and death have nothing to do with me. Since he has the idea of ​​going north, he must make plans to die at any time.

With a few taps, Sheen pushed the door open and the pastor sat on the simple bed with his eyes closed, and heard the sound. He opened his eyes.

"I heard you were going to kill that stowaway."

"Yeah" The dizziness still filled the brain. Sheen shook his head.

"What's the result?"

"A rookie" not only did not see my infiltration, but even did not resist."

The priest was silent and asked about the whereabouts of the corpse.

"I've been left in the sea to feed fish. That kind of waste is not worth paying attention to at all, and there's nothing to worry about."

"Forget it, since you have been thrown into the sea, there is nothing to investigate." Despite saying this, the priest frowned and did not let go. He put his hand on his lips and chanted a few spells softly. The appearance of the dark elf immediately faded away, restoring his original appearance. Golden blue eyes, a typical southern continental human.

At the same time, several fish corpses floated up on the surface of the dyed sea, and Vic, who was thrown into the sea as corpses, looked at the cargo ship that had turned into small black dots, and showed a meaningful sneer.

The hypocritical illusion is really a convenient magic. If the caster had not eliminated it too early, even I, who was once a priest of the god of death, would have never noticed it. From this perspective, the mastermind behind the scenes is indeed Paglott. "There has almost no contact in recent years. He has long concluded that I betrayed Manger.

Bar.

It is precisely because of the hypocritical illusion that the priest did not show Victor's true identity. Even with the cover of Sivig's holy objects, the lich still cannot completely eliminate the dead energy, and the hypocritical illusion happens to make up for the shortcomings of the holy objects.

What Victor didn't decide quietly was when Paglott showed his rebellion, whether it was angering Sivig and almost destroyed, or whether he sent the Black Magician as an envoy to convey the orders earlier.

This face cannot be used anymore, so you have to change the identity that is easier to find out about information.

The face reflected on the sea is being repaired. But even if the hole stabbed by a dagger is gone, Victor cannot continue to use it to deliberately gather the fugitive faces. The assassination of Xiya caused the royal city prison to collapse and many prisoners ran away. Afterwards, Victor deliberately asked Isfire to count the prisoners who had not been caught one by one, find out their information so that he could disguise himself when he went out to perform a mission that could not reveal his identity. Victor did not expect that Beilu would strongly reject outsiders, and even as a complete criminal, he could not penetrate smoothly. In this way, it must become an Alfonso person or a "dark elf or a half-orc to enter the city.

Originally, the lich wanted to use his original appearance to make trouble for Alfonso. In recent years, it has used Victor's hymn to cause minor trouble for Alberrecht, but after being recognized by Kruberg, it immediately gave up its original plan. Unexpectedly, eighty years later, in addition to Alberrecht and Vienne, there are still people who remember and can recognize themselves from their appearance. This is not a good sign. If Alberrecht notices something strange, the financial resources, power, and influence that have been exchanged for eight years will become vague. I have not planned to decide the outcome with him so early. Whether it is personal grudges or camp disputes, I will also win the final victory!

With Victor's determination, a white lightning suddenly lit up in the already dark sky.

Is it going to rain?

He looked up at the gloomy sky. Victor plunged into the sea and swam quickly towards the shore with the help of swimming skills.

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The fishing boats docked in the port were riots due to the arrival of the lich. In order to catch fish, most fishermen raised a carnivorous bird called "Puke Puke.". Animals with sharper senses than humans felt the approaching death. Although it was very light, it was still enough to disturb the birds docked in the shoddy boat. They flew up, circled, and made a loud noise.

When Shien disembarked, he heard a noisy coming from the fishing boat not far away. He turned his head to look at the pastor who had already walked away, wondering if it was his exposed dead spirit that scared the bird.

The priest who changed back to his original appearance lowered his hood and walked faster. He did not expect that it was not himself who caused the riot, but another undead carrying the breath of death.

"Damn it" dizziness came again. Sheen held the wooden box placed on the dock with one hand and pressed the dagger on the belt with the other. He would not naively think that this strange dizziness was caused by physical discomfort. In order to avoid being tracked, he also chose a relatively secluded corner.

It must be the one who made it by Qi Wa. I knew I could not trust the undead, but the priests wanted to cooperate with them.

Her eyes were dark and her limbs were weak. Sheen sat on the ground, her lungs were burned like a fire, and every breath brought unbearable severe pain.

The surroundings were terriblely quiet. The sound of insects and rats could be heard, but now there was no trace. A cold wave enveloped the narrow aisle made of wooden boxes.

With difficulty, Heeen's eyes widened in disbelief. The one who appeared in front of him was the stowaway who had poked two holes and threw them into the sea.
Chapter completed!