Chapter 55: Defenders and Assassination Squad
"Captain, I have seen the mission target."

"Be careful, don't miss it."

"Don't worry. According to intelligence, the opponent's strength will not exceed the third ring. If you are below the fifth ring, you will have no chance of survival against us."

"You should also pay attention to this. This is a requirement from above. You must succeed."

"Yes!"

……

Deya smelled the scent of a corpse and his eyes narrowed slightly.

His lips moved as if he was whispering something.

[You used the 0-level spell 'Communication']

Lamia, who was standing quietly by the side, and Camille, who was in a nonchalant manner, were stunned for a moment.

But soon, the two people remained the same, as if nothing had happened.

“The Deyas, Austins, and Laurents, along with the Cavendishes, are all families fighting against the English on the border.

You should have known each other a long time ago, but I know that in the past you have always been obsessed with studying magic and didn't like socializing.

Today we finally got to meet each other, so we must have a good exchange. "

As a lubricant, Brout was good at maneuvering and worked hard to promote the acquaintance between Deya and the two earl's sons.

Braut was good at speaking, and he described Deya's past unsociable behavior as his obsession with studying magic.

However, Deya knew very well that his predecessor never participated in social activities because he was too cowardly and eccentric.

Fatty Anthony munched on the chicken leg in his hand, took a sip of beer, and said, "Anyway, I don't understand these messy things.

My dad asked me to get to know you, so I will get to know you. He values ​​you very much, so I will treat you as the boss. It’s that simple.

Come, let's have a drink and consider ourselves acquainted."

Anthony wiped his greasy hands and placed a glass of beer in front of Deya.

Looking at the glass of beer, Deya smiled and refused: "As a mage, I don't drink."

The case of Fitch's death due to drinking is still fresh in Deya's mind, and he doesn't want to make a mistake.

A brain paralyzed by alcohol will slow down spellcasting, which can be fatal when encountering danger.

"Oh, what a pity, wine is a good thing, it makes people feel good after drinking it.

Of course, those pretentious ways of drinking wine from a glass are really boring, it’s more fun to drink these bitter beers.”

Anthony muttered, taking another sip of his drink.

The thin man Barron standing aside kept looking at the woman in the bar.

Whenever a woman passed by, he would take out a harp and sing exaggeratedly: "Lady, your beauty makes me forget my troubles.

If you do not accept my love and turn away, then I will turn around and quietly wipe away my tears. "

I have to say, this guy has a talent for being a bard, and his voice is deep and beautiful.

Countless bar girls smiled and winked at him.

“You see, Deya, poetry is the shortcut to a woman’s heart.

I was also present in the palace that day. It was a good idea for you to break off the engagement with Princess Theresa. In my experience, that kind of woman is not a good candidate for a wife.

But don't be sad. If there is a woman you like but you don't know how to pursue her, then come to me and I will teach you how to pursue a woman.

Look, I can make that lady spend the night with me with just a look."

Barron looked like a playboy with an ambiguous smile, and he nodded towards the distance.

Deya complained in his heart: "Just now that woman was staring at your clothes. She must have seen the material of your clothes and guessed that you are a noble.

What she is after is not you, but your money. Or maybe she wants the status of a noble lady.

You have to be careful not to let her take away your gold coins."

Barron's expression froze, and he muttered, "Don't tell me the truth. You mages are so particular about details."

Braut and Anthony laughed as they listened to Deya's complaints.

After a few words, the relationship between them became much closer.

Braut looked at Deya with some surprise.

In his memory, in such occasions, Deya would always sit quietly aside and act as an invisible person, but he would never tease others like this.

Could learning magic really change things so much?

But it was the first time that Celeste knew that Lord Deya and Theresa were actually engaged.

But is the engagement cancelled?

She thought this was right, Teresa was not a good woman.

Deya looked at the fat man Anthony and the thin man Barron in front of him.

Suddenly I remembered what Teresa said.

'Country bumpkin' 'country noble'...

Not to mention, this might not really be a prejudice. Judging from the behavior of these two people, they don't have any aristocratic demeanor or temperament at all.

To the nobles of the Abranah region, these were country people.

"Barron, you said you were helping your family manage the distribution of a newspaper in Abrams. What newspaper was it?"

"The Dawn, you should have heard of it." "The Dawn? The most popular newspaper in Abrams?" Deya's eyes flashed.

"It's the most popular newspaper, but it only reports gossip and rumors, which people in downtown like to read."

Barron shrugged.

"You are too modest, Barron, this most popular newspaper has more influence than all the other papers in Abrams combined.

If you control this newspaper, you can say you control a certain degree of public opinion."

Deya lowered his eyes.

These old nobles are indeed not simple people and they control a large amount of resources.

The so-called communication and alliance among nobles is the exchange of resources and interests.

Barron's eyes lit up, and he said happily: "Deya, I finally met someone who values ​​the ability of newspapers in terms of public opinion effects.

Although our King has an official newspaper, he does not attach much importance to this aspect. "

Deya nodded slightly.

He knew very well that if he controlled public opinion, he would have the basis for inciting the people.

How do squids distort public opinion? It’s all about the media.

He found that he was getting closer and closer to his goal of "too much to be described in words".

"Give me a drink, number seven!"

At this moment, a man's voice suddenly came from not far away.

Deya looked over there and saw an acquaintance.

He was a tall, handsome man with beautiful short golden hair, like a lion that was majestic without even getting angry.

He was Alfred Campbell, the son of Grand Duke Campbell. Deya had met him in the palace before.

At this time, Alfred was drinking alone and politely declined the invitations from women one by one.

Seeing Deya looking over, he nodded at him.

Fatty Anthony joked: "This bar is actually owned by Grand Duke Campbell.

Alfred might be under too much pressure from work, so he often comes here to drink alone. It seems that heresy inquisition is not easy to do. "

From his words, we can tell that he is also a regular customer of this bar.

"Sir, this is the beer you ordered."

A bartender came to Deya and his friends' table carrying a tray with a few glasses of beer on it.

Anthony was stunned for a moment and said, "Beer? I don't think we ordered so much?"

The bartender bent over and said with a smile, "The gentleman over there said he wanted to treat you."

Everyone subconsciously turned around and looked. The direction the bartender pointed to was where Alfred was.

Anthony muttered, "Hey, I didn't expect that guy to be so nice. He even invited us to drink."

Just as he was about to take the beer from the tray.

suddenly,

The bartender's eyes turned cold, and a dagger wrapped in shadows appeared in his sleeve, and he suddenly stabbed at Deya.

at the same time,

The bartender and guests nearby also looked at Deya at the same time. They took out crossbows from their arms, some of which had magic fluctuations on them.

These are one of the advanced professions for rogues, and also the most difficult profession for rogues to advance to - trickster!

And in the shadows nearby, two figures suddenly appeared, wrapped in darkness and moving towards Deya.

They are 'assassins'!
The dark shadow, the fluctuation of magic, and the sharp sound of breaking through the air instantly enveloped Deya's eardrums and blocked all his escape routes.

And the most terrible thing is,

It was a middle-aged man sitting next to Deya and his friends at the table. He had a round-headed hammer in his hand.

The iron hammer was surrounded by the sacred 'light of dawn', and the middle-aged man exuded an extremely powerful aura of war and killing!
"Defenders of the Faith!"

This person turned out to be a priest's advanced class, the 'Defender', and he was also a strong man in the field of war!
Judging from the extremely strong morning light on the opponent's weapon, this person's strength must be at the 5th ring.

"Deya, get out of the way!"

"Deya, be careful!"

Braut, Anthony and Barron all exclaimed.

The three people were terrified, their hearts were shaken, and their eyes were panicked.

Seeing the sudden attack by such a group of people, everyone thought that Deya was dead.

The other side has a 5th-ring defender, and more than ten tricksters and assassins with at least 3rd-ring strength.

Especially judging from the fact that the other party acted almost simultaneously, they must be a professionally trained assassination team.

Such strength is enough to kill anyone below the 5th ring in a sudden attack.

Even if Deya is a member of the Nine Rings Tower, as long as he has not reached the sixth ring, he as a fragile mage will not be able to survive!
Between the electric light and stone fire,
Between Deya and the defender, a tall figure wearing a black robe and a crown suddenly appeared.

Knight of the Ringwraiths, King of Susaitani!

(End of this chapter)