Chapter 705 Selling Assassins! The Archmages Offer High Prices!

Has the Royal Maternity and Infant Hospital caught an assassin?

This time, in addition to the two royal mages, there was also an entire guard team that was thrown over. Ten cavalrymen and forty infantrymen crowded around a prison van, which was completely covered with magic-forbidden shackles——

He ran to the place and saw a group of human pupae lying on the ground. His mouth was wide open, tears streaming down his face, and his mouth was stuffed with a ball of vines.

That is to say, Grete is a medical student, so he is quite accurate in his approach. If those weird-loving guys were allowed to mess around and the vines would get through every crack, Mr. Assassin's airway would have been tightly blocked.

"Hey, you're here?"

Gretel emerged from the consulting room and greeted the mages who came to pick him up with a smile:

"Remember to leave me a complete person. I guess Black Crow Swamp will definitely be interested - if possible, your mind will not be damaged..."

"What?"

The two mages complained together. Assassin, torture, are you sure you want to keep it intact? Not even sanity damaged? This difficulty is too high!

Mage Nordmark, are you on our side or on the side of the assassins?

"Oh," Gretel smiled and scratched his head:

"Isn't this the last time that several great mages were dispatched to help me catch the assassin? This favor must always be repaid. Moreover, the Tower of Songs said that there were too few high-level experimental products, and the assassin last time was not very good. It’s enough…”

So in your case, high-level assassins are just consumables used to return favors?

You make some noise just to attract people from the Glory Holy See to assassinate you, and then you pack them up and send them away?

When the favor is repaid, will you still sell assassins?

"But, but...this is really troublesome...whether it's transportation, custody, or torture, it's all very troublesome..."

No trouble!

No hassle at all!

On the ground, Mr. Tupac DeMille, who had been awakened by the guards but was still semi-anesthetic and bound, opened his mouth wide and howled silently:

When did the previous wave of assassins arrive?

who is it?

Why didn't anyone tell me who I was before and how I missed it? !

Just coaxing me to work like this is a huge waste of manpower! It's a crime!

Do not kill me! I am willing to surrender! I say anything!

But no one paid any attention to him. In fact, he could only vaguely feel the movement of his arms and legs being tied. Two knights stood beside him, one on the left and one on the right, chatting while breaking arms, legs and feet, getting on ropes and tying knots:

"He seems to be awake? Do you want to give him a try again to keep him unconscious?"

"Isn't it good? Master Nordmark said that he must keep his body and mind intact. Give him a try. What if he gets damaged?"

The two people muttered and discussed. Mr. Tupac DeMille lay on the carriage, desperately waiting for his fate to be pronounced. Suddenly, a ray of white light came at high speed, and a sharp sword passed across the field of vision:

So fast!

What's this?

Is it my savior?

Mr. Assassin perked up. He struggled to raise his eyes and saw a familiar bird flapping its wings and falling quickly. It turns out to be a tit... No, how can a tit be so fast?

The tit was plump, round, and white all over. When held in the hand, it looked like a small ball of snow. The black tail feathers, which are longer than the body, are curled up and down, looking extremely naughty.

The long-tailed tit, the snow-colored elf in the forest, is one of the most common birds in the north. Mr. Assassin closed his eyes slumped:

After all, the miracle still didn't happen, no one came to save him, and no one, including the Holy See secretaries buried inside the kingdom, tried to intercede with him...

Suddenly there was a slight itch on his face. Tupac DeMille opened his eyes again and saw the little bird jumping on his face and jumping around. The thin claws fell on his face and stepped on it twice extra.

...Don't shit in my face!

Tupac wanted to open his mouth and scream. However, before that, the little bird had flapped its wings, opened and closed its beak, and made a dry, exciting, deafening sound:

"Little Gretel! You are so kind! That assassin must be left to us, dead or alive! Just wait, we will send someone to pick him up immediately!"

The escorting knight had already raised the hammer into the air and was weighing the weight before silently putting it down.

The two court mages opened their mouths.

Mr. Assassin relaxed his tense nerves. After all, with the skin all over his body and the lower body paralyzed, he has nothing to tighten except his nerves...

"It's better to be alive and conscious. The one last time was already made into a skeleton soldier." The long-tailed tit was still chattering:

"Mrs. Alva is short of materials. If she is sane, she would be willing to contribute at least a thousand more contribution points!"

... Just beat me to death... I don't want to fall into the hands of a magician... God knows what a magician who needs a sane test subject will do to me...

Mr. Assassin desperately wants to die. However, there was no way to die. The two court mages staggered over with shattered views and ordered the knights to shackle the prisoners. While watching them work, I sighed:

"So this is the mage from Nevis?"

"No, I should say, so this is the legendary disciple! Being assassinated by a high-level assassin is like eating and drinking water, and you can still think about sending the person back!"

Gretel: "..."

Don't be like this, I'm telling you, it's like I'm selling captives part-time!

He reached forward, palms flat. The little alchemical bird [Crown of Jade] sent by His Excellency, after delivering the message, flapped its wings and fell back into his hand again. After lowering his head and pecking, Gretel's palm immediately turned red.

Grete quickly took a magic crystal fragment and fed it to eat. When he turned around and was about to go to work, the scent of fragrance moved in front of him, and he was blocked by Baroness Vitegue:

"Mage Nordmark, you can't continue to work here." The Baroness looked serious, and her skirt spread out intentionally or unintentionally, blocking him and the refugees:

"These are foreigners, and there are assassins among them, which is not good for your safety. Moreover, they are likely to have diseases. - For the safety of the Queen, please leave here immediately and stop treating them."

"Ah, it doesn't matter." Grete waved his hand and smiled carelessly:

"The assassin has been caught, there won't be another one. If you are worried, we can go through it quickly. As for the epidemic..."

His eyes turned and glanced around. Elder Knox also came out of another consulting room. The two looked at each other and said in unison:

"It's not a disease."

"It's not an infectious disease."

An old man and a young man looked at each other and laughed at the same time. Elder Knox stroked his beard, smiled and nodded:

"I'm sure it's the same disease I saw a long time ago. Don't worry, it's not contagious. Little Gretel, how did you judge it?"

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