Night Raven Master

Chapter 65 Vigilant Heros
However, when Art moved halfway, he stopped suddenly.

Because, his crow servants discovered one thing——

All exits leading outside the castle are seized.

Whether it was guards or servants, all were quietly killed.

If he wanted to leave, he would have to pass five to ten enemies who might be at the same level as the assassin just now.

You can understand without thinking, the method of leaving directly can be completely rejected.

click-

Hearing the sound, Art immediately hid behind the tall potted plant next to him. The dim light changed on his body, allowing him to quickly blend with the shadow on the wall.

And the man who appeared at the very edge of his field of vision
Heros was very irritable.

When he first saw the young man, he hurried forward to try to attract him.

Who knew that young man turned out to be a wizard?Obviously, it feels more like a bard.
"Damn it, that guy Baran laughed at him again."

He scratched his head a little irritably. The other party was not only a wizard, but also a nobleman, and he was also the apprentice of the Earl of Mercury.

In terms of status, the other party was almost a baron, and even Balan couldn't successfully recruit that Sir Crawford.

After being ridiculed by Balan, he didn't want to stay in the banquet hall anymore and ran out directly.

"Just go back before the dinner," Heros whispered to himself, complaining, "Damn Balaam, damn Sierra Gibbon."

Compared with ordinary people, the arm of the mercenary leader Balan is half the length of the forearm, so some people secretly call him the Sierra Gibbon.

As he walked, Heros' footsteps suddenly stopped.

"Ok?"

His face was as usual, but his body tensed up calmly.

The irritability in his heart did not make this outstanding stalker relax his vigilance. The strange sense of silence around him made him feel a little vigilant.

"Where are the servants?" After walking for such a long distance, he didn't see a single servant.

Although he didn't have the habit of being vigilant anytime and anywhere, but as an excellent mercenary and an excellent stalker, he could quickly detect the strangeness around him.

Such an abnormality will make him immediately alert.

Although thinking about too many things recently made him a little nervous, but unless he was in an absolutely safe place, it was impossible for him to notice this abnormality so late.

And the viscount's castle is one of the places he considers to be "absolutely safe".

The viscount did not have any conflict with him. On the contrary, there was an exchange of interests between the two. Although they were not extremely friendly allies, it was impossible for the other party to have the idea of ​​killing him.

And this heavily guarded castle is much safer than the mercenary guild.

Therefore, he didn't think that there would be any abnormalities here at the first time.

now think about it
"It's a bit troublesome." Heros sniffed when he noticed the abnormality - he smelled a faint smell of blood.

Immediately, this excellent stalker, who was not very smart about faction struggles, started pacing slowly.

The palms that kept rubbing his waist made him look like he was dealing with an old back injury, making it difficult to detect his vigilance.

And when he was about to approach a corner where tall red roses were planted, he vaguely saw a shadow lying behind the potted plant.

That trace of dark red made him immediately realize what happened, and he moved his palm to his waist, kneading it gently.

Kneading on the somewhat old belt.

This is an extraordinary item made from the stomach pouch of a big-mouthed wolf. Although it looks like an ordinary belt, it can actually hold half the body of a sheep.

Although space props are rare, for a person of his status, he can still get them after a few months of pain.

Inside was his weapon.

Although it takes a few seconds to take it out, and you need to bear the weight of the items you are carrying, it is already an excellent storage item.

And at this moment, he heard two beeping sounds from the corner ten meters away on the left—it sounded like the sound of a cane beating on the ground.

Heros immediately became alert.

The next moment, he saw a young man walking out.

"Mr. Heros, I didn't expect to see you here. Don't you think it's annoying to talk to those so-called upper class people?"

The speaker was one of the sources of Heros's irritability, that Sir Claude.

And thinking of the corpse not far away, he immediately became alert again.

However, at this time, he discovered that the young man made several gestures secretly with his left hand.

"Enemies.", "There are many.", "Many people died."

This is one of several communication gestures commonly used by mercenaries. As the vice president of the mercenary guild of the Red Rose collar, how could he not recognize this set of gestures?
Although he still had doubts about Sir Crawley in his heart, Heros quickly calmed down, and he pretended to be helpless:

"Oh, Sir Claude, I don't want to deal with those people. You know, they can start with dozens of sentences that can be finished in one sentence."

"No, no, Mr. Heros, this is the art of language." Atlan said, nodding slightly in his heart, his decision was right. Although the vice president of Heros in front of him is not very good at acting, at least calm enough.

Because of the incidents in the banquet hall, he labeled the vice president as "reckless" and "not careful enough".

From the looks of it now, the impression I gave the other party seems to be a little low.

Bullshit language art, Heros cursed secretly in his heart, but his eyes were fixed on the opponent's hand.

"Exit.", "Enemy.", "Many."

Exit with many enemies?Exit already occupied?

Heros narrowed his pupils slightly. It was hard for him to imagine that Viscount Rosa's castle would be silently blocked.

"all."

Heros also made a gesture, and said in his mouth: "The art of language? What is that?"

The other party was gesturing and making statements, but what he said made Art understand that the other party's words were inquiries.

"all."

Art made the same gesture, expressing affirmative meaning: "The art of nobility."

Heros, who got the reply, hissed: "This is really a headache, I don't know any noble art, I'm just a mercenary."

Heros really had a headache, but not because of the noble language arts, but because of the message that "all entrances to the castle are blocked".

He raised his head and looked at the elegant young man in a black tuxedo and holding a cane in the distance:
"I think, Sir Claude, should we go back to the banquet hall, maybe Viscount Rosa may announce the results of cooperation with various forces in advance."

This time Heros didn't gesture, he believed that the other party could understand what he meant.

"I feel the same way," Arthur replied.

However, the pupils of Heros, who was standing opposite him, shrank again.

Because the gestures of the young man in front of him changed rapidly several times.

"No.", "Dangerous.", "No.", "Dangerous."

The banquet hall is even more dangerous! ?
Heros is a little unbelievable. What place is more dangerous than a place with three high-level professionals close to the apocalypse level?

However, when this idea popped up, another word popped up in his mind.

Is it! ?

Heros stared closely at the young man not far away, opened his mouth slightly, and said a word silently.

This word was not included in the mercenary's hand gestures, so he could only ask in this way.

And his inquiry was also answered——

That Sir Crawley made a positive gesture.

"What happened?" The guests at the banquet looked at the servants who appeared next to them with puzzled eyes.

"I said, no need." As one of the three richest merchants in the Red Rose collar, a certain businessman couldn't help saying when he saw the servant approaching him with a tray.

However, before he could finish speaking, a dagger stabbed into his body.

"Uh..." The businessman looked at the servant in disbelief, but he only saw a pair of blue eyes, which were indifferent and indifferent, not like a person at all.

He clutched his chest, the fat accumulated on his body could not block the sharp knife, the dagger just now accurately passed through his ribs and pierced into his heart.

Immediately, he lost his balance and supported the long table beside him, the uneaten delicious food on it was knocked to the ground.

Blood gushed out from the heart, part of it flowed around his body, and part of it flowed out from the wound, staining his clothes red.

His physical strength was taken away by blood, and his spirit was infested by the fear of death, which made him lose his strength very quickly.

And this somewhat abrupt scene also made everyone's eyes widen.

Seeing someone fall to the ground, some women screamed, letting everyone know that this was not a funny falling joke, but a real attack.

Baroud, who was the castle steward, was the first to react, and the old and powerful voice sounded: "Grab him!"

However, apart from the two decorated guards in the banquet hall who moved, no guards came in again.

And the two guards who rushed towards the attacker were also swiftly cut off their necks by the two servants on the way.

thump—

thump—

The corpses of the two guards fell to the ground. Their necks were almost completely severed so that they could not even survive like businessmen, and they turned into corpses directly.

At this time, Viscount Rosa's voice sounded:

"Sorry, folks, these people don't look friendly, and I don't recall inviting them."

Hearing the sound, everyone reacted and became alert.

"Is that right? Setia?"

(End of this chapter)