Grandmaster Hunter of Age of Mythology

In the Magic Association, the investigator solemnly declared: "Mercenary Kashin has no record of breaking the law. Do not mention any more abnormal situations here! At this point, the conclusion has been made. Let the Assassin's Guild handle it themselves. It has nothing to do with us. They are foreigners. It is not our business if they have not broken the law!"

"Yes. Dealing with them rashly will cause unnecessary diplomatic incidents and affect the association's trade in magical materials. The association needs to warn the assassination organization that their use of personnel is unclear and will affect their reputation. They must not do this again in the future."

Obviously, no one wanted to take care of this matter. The trial was held as scheduled, and absolutely no mistakes were allowed to happen.

The middle-aged shopkeeper assassin, feeling helpless, sold a piece of information against his will, misjudging that Kashin was very easy to kill, but ended up suffering a strong backlash. As a result, the reputation of the Assassin's organization was instantly in jeopardy.

The next day, in the early morning hours of the Lost Forest, the world was still immersed in a quiet deep blue. The faint starlight loomed overhead, as if it was the eyes of the night, reluctant to close completely. The moonlight gently penetrated through the layers of leaves, casting tiny silver spots, adding a bit of dreamy and hazy poetry to the ground.

The air in the forest is fresh and moist, carrying the vigorous breath of spring. The mixture of the fragrance of soil, the scent of new buds and the sweet fragrance of flowers just blooming forms a unique and charming smell.

The trees seemed to have just woken up from a deep sleep, preparing to welcome the bright sunshine of the new day. The newly grown leaves swayed gently in the breeze, making a slight rustling sound, like a gentle movement played by nature.

Kashin's pocket watch rang on time, and he woke up slowly from under the tree. After a night of combined speed breathing and meditation, his physical strength was fully restored. He skillfully took care of his personal hygiene and quickly covered up the traces. This habit had long been deeply imprinted in his bones. After a few adjustments, he began to dismantle the trap and sorted the parts one by one into a travel bag.

The others gradually woke up, took care of their personal hygiene, and began to heat up their breakfast, enjoying this rare delicious moment. After a delicious meal, their energy was further replenished.

It took Kashin more than an hour to dismantle the trap parts, but fortunately they could be used again next time. The travel bag was then given to Rupert for safekeeping, as he had enough space for storage.

"Hurry up and have a good breakfast, then report to the altar and wait to enter the secret realm of trial," Kashen said seriously.

"My dear, I believe these two children have knowledge about plants, and I will be responsible for protecting their safety."

Kashin responded: "The Silver Wolf is following you, and Angie is scouting near you. Feel free to explore, you are safe enough."

"I'm not afraid as long as Brother Kashin is here! I promise not to find rare plants along the way."

"Haha, you can explore when you're camping, but don't wander around randomly when you're on the road."

After revising a series of precautions, everyone set off. Silver Wolf was walking freely, and there was no big task. It was around 7:30 when they arrived near the altar.

As expected, Tan Aili discovered that the door of one of the shops was closed. There was no doubt that this was the base of an assassin organization that had close ties with the Magic Association.

"My dear, you gave me some intelligence yesterday. Are you mentally prepared?"

Kashin answered firmly: "Of course we have to be prepared. It seems that everything will be fine today."

Tan Aili reminded: "Don't be careless, only by entering the secret realm can you be safe."

After walking around the area, the four of them found a place to rest their eyes. Since they arrived early, they decided to grab a good seat first.

In this journey full of unknowns and challenges, every decision and every action is related to their fate and future. At this moment, on the eve of waiting to enter the secret realm of trial, they seem calm, but their hearts are actually full of expectations and uneasiness.

The Assassin's Order plays the role of the "Black Gloves" of the Magic Association to a certain extent.

When the Association needs to warn or suppress certain forces or individuals but does not want to directly come forward and bear the notoriety, the Assassin's Organization will come forward to carry out the relevant tasks, thereby maintaining the Magic Association's apparent image of fairness and kindness.

As time went by, a bustling scene gradually formed near the altar. Magic apprentices and mercenaries from all over the world gathered here in a bustling crowd.

In the crowd, magic apprentices were wearing colorful robes, the corners of their robes fluttering gently in the breeze.

Their young and energetic faces were filled with a desire for unknown magic and a passion for exploration. Some were excitedly sharing their newly acquired magic skills with their companions, with faint magical lights flashing from their hands from time to time; others were quietly standing aside, listening attentively to the talk of experience, with determination and concentration in their eyes.

The mercenaries appeared more bold and rugged. They carried all kinds of sharp weapons on their backs, and their various armors flashed cold light under the sunlight.

They followed their employer's lead, keeping alert, observing each other, and looking for difficult opponents to watch out for.

People of different skin colors and languages ​​are intertwined together, as if forming a colorful picture full of vitality and passion.

The noisy conversations, laughter, and clash of weapons interweave into a unique melody that echoes in this mysterious forest.

The air is filled with the mysterious smell of magic and the tense atmosphere of battle, which makes people indulge in it and look forward to the exciting trial that is about to unfold.

Kashin and Angie both closed their eyes and turned a deaf ear to the excitement and bustle. Those who were jumping around were not powerful people. Only those who were indifferent before the war were worthy of respect.

There are only a few such mage apprentices or mercenaries, and the vast majority are mediocre...

The mercenaries of Pumasai still squeezed to Kashin's side, but this time they became very polite. They first apologized to Emily for the verbal conflict yesterday, and then asked to go together.

"I'm sorry, we really have no experience in the jungle. If we rush forward like this, we may encounter danger or even lose our lives. Please take us with you. We are all from the same country. For the sake of our classmates, please take us with you." One of them said in a pleading tone.

Emily frowned and said with some embarrassment: "Sorry, my mercenary doesn't agree, there's nothing I can do about it!"

They began to plead with the two mercenaries again. One of the students took out a check from his own country for 10,000 magic coins and handed it to Tan Aili next to him. The other party ignored it and simply closed her eyes to rest.

With a flattering smile, he said, "Please help me. This is a check from our country for 10,000 magic coins, addressed to the two mercenary brothers and sisters. We hope to get your help and take us for a while. We are very grateful. You are the only people we know here, please."

However, Emily remained silent, burying her head in a book, seemingly indifferent to these requests.

At this time, although the three students were angry, they did not dare to show it.

After all, in this unfamiliar environment, they dared not offend Emily easily and could only endure it temporarily. They secretly decided to find a chance to argue with Emily after returning to the academy.