But Chu Qi's master came from Xuanyuan Palace, so she was naturally more sensitive to the assassins from the same place. In addition, with the advance warning from the black bird, Chu Qi already knew that someone was observing her.
There was no other way. Her carriage was still parked in the backyard of the inn. She couldn't just abandon it and leave. Chu Qi suppressed her inner anxiety and pretended nothing had happened. She ate, bathed, and slept as usual.
As night fell, two people quietly appeared at the window of Room No. 5.
"Come in."
Chu Qi spoke in a calm voice.
Eleven and Twelve rushed in and clasped their fists respectfully: "Greetings, sir."
Yes, there are also different levels of death warriors.
Just like the warriors who closely protect the prince have the highest rank among all other warriors.
And these ten are divided into numbers one to ten, with number one being the strongest, followed by numbers two to ten.
Number seven, as the name suggests, is ranked seventh in strength.
Even though it is number seven, it is much stronger than number eleven and twelve.
If their martial arts are divided into levels, then.
Number seven is a first-rate master, and number eleven and twelve are second-rate.
The strongest point of the death soldiers is not their martial arts, but their loyalty to their master.
An excellent assassin always disregards his own life and does not even consider himself as a human being, but worships his master as a god.
Therefore, training assassins is the favorite thing for people in power.
"Master No. 1 has appointed us to summon you back to the capital."
Eleven opened his mouth.
This is double insurance for number one.
The two of them are not only in charge of calling people back on behalf of Blackbird, but also in case No. 7 gets injured and cannot go back temporarily, these two are the protectors responsible for escorting him back.
It's nothing, it's just Number One's personal friendship for Number Seven.
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