A peerless killer possessing a cat girl assassin from another world

After walking out of the guild, Wuyue gently pulled Bai Ye's sleeve and said:

"Master, are you really okay? I'm afraid..."

Wuyue is worried that the war will really spread to Sesar City. This is her "home"...

"Don't worry, they will never reach the city." Bai Ye explained the analysis just now to Wuyue in detail.

Even if things get to that point, it is the Earl of Sesar who should be anxious.

Yes, Sesar used to be a marquis, until after the rebellion was put down, it was demoted to a count, and it was run by a different family.

Not all nobles in the kingdom have the opportunity to own territory, let alone Sesar City, the largest city in the south.

I believe the current Earl has his own opinion on what to do.

In any case, after listening to Bai Ye’s analysis, Wu Yue’s mental arithmetic was reluctantly put down...

......

On the way, we passed Old Mike's weapons shop.

"Wuyue, it's time for your dagger to be taken care of," Bai Ye said.

There is a quasi-saint craftsman in Academy City, but he has never gone to her to maintain his weapons.

Although he was favored by Sophia, he was forced to ask Klein to provide an "additional service".

But if you want to maintain it, you should find someone who forged it...

"Uncle Mike."

"Xiao Wuyue, long time no see. Did you go home to visit relatives during the college break?"

"Yes."

"Is the guy you took away from me last time still working?"

"Thanks to you, I've been really helpful during this time." Wuyue took off the magic ice dagger from his waist and handed it to Old Mike.

I don't mean to flatter him at all. This magic ice dagger has really been with Wuyue for more than half a year and has gone through several battles. It is very useful.

Old Mike took out the dagger, and after just a brief glance, he saw something different on the dagger.

"Did you find someone to modify this dagger?" Mike asked.

"Yes."

"The classical northern forging method is impeccable. You are going to Mel City, right? It should be that old guy Hamm. How come I haven't heard of any Grandmaster level in Mel City? The people from the north above? Wuyue, can you tell me which master you are?"

"...Her name is Klein."

"Klein..." Old Mike chewed on this somewhat familiar name.

"Clain Campbell?"

"Yes."

"Damn, I should have thought of it earlier." Mike looked like he suddenly understood.

Besides her, who else could be that monster who became a master craftsman at the age of eighteen?

"What's the child's level now? The last time I saw her was when she was in the North, making a sword and a gun for the Duke."

"I heard from my friend that he seems to be a quasi-saint craftsman..."

"What?" The dagger in Mike's hand almost fell to the ground.

Mike quickly stretched out his calloused fingers and began to count.

"The eighteen-year-old master...nearly ten years have passed...that means she became a quasi-sage before she was twenty-eight?"

"In other words?" Wu Yue didn't understand what this meant.

"That means this kid is going to break the record..." Mike said blankly.

"If her strength breaks through to the king level before she is thirty years old, as long as she reaches the king level, she can easily enter the ranks of the saint craftsmen."

"And there are only three Saint Craftsmen on the continent today. Do you understand, there will soon be four!"

"My Goddess, Wuyue, how did you find her to help with the transformation?"

"Well...it's a bit of a relationship."

"Well done, you walked well. In this way, rounding it all off, it can be considered that my old Mike's work has passed through the hands of the holy craftsman, good, good, good."

You could tell that Mike was really happy.

"I think your dagger needs some maintenance, so just leave it to me. Don't worry, I won't charge you a penny. It's enough for me to observe the craftsmanship of the quasi-saint craftsman."

"...Then it's up to you, Uncle Mike."

Unexpectedly, in the end, Mike took the initiative to help him maintain it without even asking for money.

He turned to look at Bai Ye, who was teasing a passing stray cat.

"Master, let's go."

......

"Speaking of which, why don't the guards at the city gate, the guild staff, or Uncle Mike care much about you, Master?" Wu Yue asked on the way back to Tiffany's residence.

Logically speaking, Bai Ye's appearance as Ying Jiu should be very eye-catching...especially the eyes of men.

Just like the bandit leader who teased him halfway.

"You said this, after killing that guy, I felt that it was really too eye-catching, so I used a little box function. You should know, the one Edmund used before."

"Are you talking about the kind of cognitive impairment that can be eliminated by magic?"

"It doesn't have to be that exaggerated. It just slightly dilutes the perception of people nearby."

...Then why not just become something else?

But when Wu Yue thought about it carefully, there were actually not many people that Master could change. If he turned into a man and walked beside Wu Yue, and let acquaintances see him, there would definitely be a big problem. The only choice left was the six shadows and nine liang. A girl.

Perhaps it was what Master saw in Teacher Karen’s illusion that made him subconsciously choose the appearance of Ying Jiu...

Bai Ye didn't know what Wu Yue was thinking about here. He just stood in front of Tiffany's house and said to Wu Yue behind him:

"Why are you dazed? Open the door."

"okay."

Wuyue quickly retracted her thoughts, rummaged around in her bag, and finally took out the spare key that Tiffany had given her early.

Stepping forward and placing the key at the keyhole, Wu Yue tried his best to insert it.

Huh? Why is it stuck?

The key should be fine, right?

Wuyue tried several more times, but still failed.

"What's going on?" Bai Ye asked, looking at Wuyue who was sweating profusely after opening the lock.

"Master, it seems to be stuck and the door cannot be opened."

"I'll do it." Bai Ye stretched out his shadow tentacles, preparing to pick the lock of Tiffany's house like he did when opening a secret cell in a dungeon.

It feels so strange to pick the lock of someone you know well...

Before the tip of the tentacle touched the lock, Bai Ye's movements were suddenly interrupted by a shout from afar:

"Hey, you two little thieves over there, stop what you are doing immediately and put your hands on your heads, otherwise I will be rude to you!"

The two turned to look at the source of the sound.

A girl with brown hair and wearing common clothes, about the same age as Wu Yue, was holding a one-handed sword in her hand, pointing at the two of them, as if she was ready to attack and subdue them at any time.

"...Chris?" Wuyue said.

"No Moon?"

It turned out that both Wuyue and Wuyue were wearing cloaks, and it was impossible to tell who they were from behind, so Chrissy didn't recognize Wuyue at first glance, and thought they were two thieves who slipped through the door and picked the lock.