Chapter 170

Sell yourself a good price... That sounds familiar.

Loren held up his glass, covered half of his face, and kept looking at each other - this Lord Ruth infinite should be a wizard, a spell equal to Dalton kand, and maybe even worse than his mentor.

In such a narrow place, if you give him a chance, it's hard to say whether you have a chance to win.

However, from the point of view that the other party just held his hand, at least he should not move as fast as himself; As long as you hold your left hand to seal the possibility of his using the magic spell, you can insert the dagger into his throat in the blink of an eye!

Loren's arm "inadvertently" leaned against the table and moved forward slightly. The index finger of his right hand hidden under his left hand gently touched the dagger in his sleeve. His pupils never let each other's eyes leave their own sight. It only took a moment

"If you're going to kill me, there's nothing to talk about."

As like as two peas, Dalton's expression was suddenly cold and stiff. "Even if you can really get it, can you protect anyone else?"

Loren stopped and looked at him calmly: "I don't quite understand."

"As I said, we are a glorious group, and I am one of them - if I die, the affairs of vimpal college will be made public, Dalton kand will die, and your friends Isaac Grantham, Ayn Rand... Even the fairy and a little boy named hat will die."

He's threatening himself!

Suddenly his clenched hands trembled violently. Lauren clenched his teeth and tried to calm down, forcing out a "smile": "what else do you know?"

"A lot, and it doesn't take much effort at all." Ruth infinit smiled blandly: "I'm not threatening you, Dalton's apprentice, I'm telling you the consequences of impulse and recklessness."

"Now let's say again, I need you to do something for me. This task was originally assigned to your mentor, but now it can only be left to you. So for Dalton kand's sake, I allow you to make a good price."

"Comparing me to mentor Dalton, you really think highly of me." Loren shook his head. "I'm just an ordinary wizard."

"But judging from the efficiency and excellent level of completing the task, you have proved that you are competent for the mission." rutt's expression has not changed: "and whether to overestimate this is entirely up to me, not you - let's go back to the price, Loren Turin."

After hesitating for a moment, Loren suddenly drank the ale and stared at each other: "before answering you, I must at least know who I'm working for?"

"Good question, it's a good start." rutt smiled again. "We usually call ourselves night watchmen, but some enemies prefer to call us' black hands' - of course, it has something to do with the 'caster'."

"We are not a church under a church or an underground wizard organization. We are loyal to only one object - the land under your feet, the eternal saklan empire!"

Serious LUT infinite said in a deep voice, "there are only two ways in front of you now. Either kill me. If you really have this ability, you can win a short breath for yourself and your friends, but in the end you all have to die; or choose to cooperate with us, you can get far more than a little wizard consultant!"

The dark haired wizard put down his glass.

"You said you gave me a choice." Lauren shook his head. "But in fact, it left me no choice."

"So you don't want to promise?" Luther looked at him as if he were looking at a dead man, with regret in his expression.

"No, if you don't break your promise, I'd be happy to help you." Lauren said, "but now the initiative is entirely in your hands. Whether I like it or not, the result is the same."

"What do you need?"

"I want to meet mentor Dalton." Lauren smiled imperceptibly. "At the same time, you must let him go. If I promise, you must ensure the safety of the college and not let others notice that I have left. At least there must be a reasonable explanation for me from count Reuven Fred."

LUT infinite did not answer immediately.

Lorenti's request is not excessive, even sounds reasonable, and is in line with his current situation - but just looking at the other party's mature expression makes people feel inexplicable doubt.

What is his purpose, just to meet Dalton? Of course, lute only hesitated for a moment. As Lauren said, the initiative is entirely in his hands. If you agree or not, the result is the same.

"Deal."

"It's been a long time, mentor Dalton. You look good!"

Loren, who opened the door, took the initiative to show a flattering smile to the black wizard in the house, completely ignoring the other party's ironic and distorted corners of his mouth.

"I originally thought that although you have poor talent, you at least have the basic quality of being a wizard." although tied to a chair, Dalton's look is not a prisoner at all, but more like the owner of the room: "I really overestimate you."

"Do you want me to watch him kill you?"

"He won't kill me, nor can he." the black wizard's expression was natural: "you should know that."

"But I'm sorry, I can't fully guarantee that I'm rational enough when the lives of my tutors and friends are threatened." when I close the door, Loren reluctantly shakes his head: "besides, I haven't promised this Mr. rut infinite yet!"

"No?" Dalton gave him a mocking look. "Can there be a second way after you enter this door?"

Lauren spread his hands and showed a brilliant smile. It was obvious that his mentor knew himself very well.

"At least you're not stupid enough to know the importance of intelligence," Dalton said expressionless. "The probability of getting the truth from rut infinite is far lower than the probability of a camel passing through the eye of a needle."

"... I didn't expect you to tell cold jokes... Well, when I didn't say it, please continue."

"The night watchman is a very large organization, pervasive. But the core members are very few." the black robed wizard looked stiff: "although I used to work for it, it is definitely not an honor group; on the contrary, it is notorious!"

"Just like Karan?" Loren asked, "assassins and intelligence organizations?"

"Assassins, plus intelligence organizations." Dalton pulled a corner of his mouth and disagreed with Loren's adjective: "wandering knights, thieves, wizards, intelligence traffickers... Most of them are composed of these people."

"The real 'night watchman' is a group of assassins who are proficient in magic, tracking, assassination and lurking. Most of them have been wizards or have received systematic training. Their means are cruel and efficient."

The dark robed wizard's voice was low and cold, which made people want to shiver: "I don't know your plan, and I don't want to know. If it's just you, go and die - but if you deal with the night watchman, the people around you will no longer be safe and under their surveillance at any time!"

"But they have found the door. Even if I want to escape, it doesn't make any sense." Loren looked directly at his mentor's eyes and smiled slightly: "who makes my mentor one of them?"

"You once asked me if I really wanted to be your apprentice, and I chose yes - I was never afraid of the cost of my choice."

"Sometimes you have no choice..."

Dalton whispered softly, his eyes flashed a heavy, but he soon controlled himself and recovered his indifference: "ask what you want to ask directly. Now there is plenty of time, and I can't leave."

"I want to know all the information about this Lord LUT infinite and the night watchman." Loren smiled and said:

"If you plan to turn back one day, at least you have to know how to deal with them!"