The night was thick with the stench of blood. In the dark alley where no one dared to approach, several bizarrely killed corpses lay on the ground, dampness slowly spreading beneath them.
The moonlight cast a shadow on the wall that slowly twisted and turned, and soon a figure wearing a black cloak appeared.
He bent down and slowly turned the face of one of the stout middle-aged men to the side; it was none other than the owner of the underground slave auction house.
“Ted..…”
The boy's hoarse voice was exceptionally clear in the empty alley, his tone unusually calm, even somewhat terrifying.
He searched Ted's body for a long time but couldn't find what he was looking for.
He turned around, revealing half of his face, pale as a ghost. The next second, the boy transformed into a shadow, weaving through the brick walls and gradually approaching a tavern called 'Wine and Roses'.
The tavern was bustling with noise. Mercenaries and adventurers who had just finished drinking were talking loudly and freely, and the tavern owner had also joined in, boasting.
No one noticed a suspicious shadow slipping through the crack in the door like flowing water, reaching the deepest secret of this tavern.
At that time, the underground slave auction had not yet invited VIPs to enter. Inside, there were ugly slave traders everywhere, and many slaves were locked in iron cages, being arbitrarily priced like commodities.
Here, no one cares whether they are alive, can speak, or have intelligence; they only care about the price of this batch of slaves and whether they can break even.
The study on the third floor, which Ted used to sell stolen goods, was filled with tempting gold coins, gems, and jade pearls—all the profits Ted had obtained.
To desperate villains, the Zefnia family was like a god.
As long as you gain the Duke's approval, countless riches will rain down upon you like a torrential downpour. As long as you don't betray him, no one will ever be able to threaten you.
This is the power of the Zephnea family.
There is only one, and everyone must become an apostle of the devil, without exception.
His shadow flashed by with the streaks of light and shadow, and no one noticed that he had slipped into Ted's study. The two high-ranking mages guarding the door, one tall and thin and the other short and fat, were yawning and dozing off, unaware of his presence.
As formal magicians, and high-level ones at that, their hiring price is not low. Coupled with their arrogant nature, it's almost impossible for them not to slack off.
"Why hasn't the boss arrived yet? He's already late. The VIPs will be entering soon."
The tall, thin magician looked at the short, stout man with a puzzled expression.
"You can't control the boss. I heard the Holy Knights are cracking down hard lately, and the explosion at the abandoned cemetery has also affected business. Maybe the boss is busy bribing people."
The short, stout man was more astute with information, and after speaking, he shrugged nonchalantly.
"We're both subordinates, why bother with so much?"
Although high-level mages are arrogant, most of them are actually penniless. They study magic scrolls and alchemical potions, and spend money to buy new spells to learn. In fact, they are very poor.
Only after becoming a mage can one receive invitations and offerings from top powers, and avoid all these messy troubles.
"You're right."
The tall, thin magician nodded seriously and turned to look ahead again.
The shadows lurking in the room, while the two were talking, had already placed at least ten bottles of explosives inside the door.
Moreover, he had placed the same potion in almost every inconspicuous corner of this underground venue, and he had left a 'magic seed' in each of them. With just a thought, he could make all the potions explode.
Perhaps the potion isn't that powerful, but it's more than enough to detonate the energy supply point that sustains this underground slave auction.
Perkin made all the preparations before trying to move forward again, but the moment the edge of his shadow touched the money, a piercing alarm went off throughout the underground venue.
An isolation array was created within the room, enveloping all the important items within it.
Perkin was forced to deflect the magic circle and revert to human form. His gaze fell on Ted's long table, where a list lay. His serpentine intuition told him that this was it.
However, due to a miscalculation, two high-level mages outside the door were about to rush in, so he had no choice but to scramble out of the window and escape underground.
At the same time, two drowsy magicians were startled awake and rushed into the study, where they saw more than a dozen bottles of explosive potions lying haphazardly.
The short, stout mage stepped forward, picked up a bottle, and a look of disdain appeared on his face. This kind of low-level alchemical potion posed no threat to them.
"This little thief is hilarious."
But soon, the tall, thin magician realized something, and he quickly turned around and shouted downstairs.
"Quick! Check every corner for any explosives."
As soon as he finished speaking, before anyone could even begin to act, explosions erupted from every corner, and the heat generated by the explosions quickly filled the ground, igniting the core energy supply.
On the other side, Perkin had just left the dark alley when he triggered all the 'magic seeds' without hesitation.
Magic Seed is just a dust-level spell, and it can be used by all types of magic, making it a universal spell. Many people don't pay much attention to it, but if used properly, it can have unimaginable effects.
This is also a little trick that Maggie taught Perkin.
Perkin had been lying in wait in the alley for almost a week before finally catching Ted off guard today, when he was accompanied only by a few intermediate-level mages.
Of course, if he is still a novice Shadow Assassin, he can't do anything to Ted for the time being.
However, he turned misfortune into fortune in the Cemetery of the Dead. Not only did he advance to the intermediate level, but he also gained inspiration in the independent space of the Mirror Spirit and created a brand new magic, 'Shadow Invisibility'. Originally, he still needed to hide his figure, but now he can completely hide in the shadow.
A familiar roar echoed behind him, accompanied by screams from nearby civilians. The underground slave auction that had imprisoned Perkin for four years was reduced to ashes in his hands.
Along with the explosion came flames everywhere. Perkin evacuated amidst the flames and the commotion of the crowd, and no one noticed that he had been there.
In just one month, right under the nose of the Temple of Light, Saint Fe City experienced two explosions.
The air was filled with the smell of burning smoke, but it couldn't compare to the panic in people's hearts. Many civilians began to whisper among themselves, their eyes filled with worry and fear.
Many people were also gesturing with their hands in prayer, hoping to receive the blessing of the God of Light.
The chaotic civilians only calmed down slightly after the patrolling paladins arrived, and they all looked at them with longing eyes.
The person on patrol tonight is none other than the deputy commander Ferrier, who has brown curly hair.
"Don't worry, the temple will investigate thoroughly!"
After inspecting the scene, he loudly addressed the civilians.
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