Chapter 211 (2/2)

And... How on earth did these people get in?!

The four assassins who were surrounded seemed to have given up resistance and threw away their weapons. The guards around were still surrounded with vigilance. After seeing the skill of these assassins, no one dared to step forward.

Or... These assassins are just a cover, and Alto Bellini is not their real target?!

”Boom --!!!”

Just as everyone relaxed, the second explosion ”arrived as promised” - the four assassins who got the signal pulled out short knives from their sleeves and rushed in all directions. The scream of sharp blades through their throats sounded again.

Right now!

A ”waiter” hiding in the crowd carefully took out a dagger from his sleeve. The sharp short knife radiated a faint blue light under the light of fluorite lamp. The poison on it could make the wound unable to heal and let the people who stopped him lose blood and die.

”What are you doing? Go back and hide!”

A guard who found him hurried up to remind him that he roughly pushed the ”waiter”, but he directly held his shoulder - before he knew it, the blue dagger had pierced his throat!

The indifferent ”waiter” pushed away the dying guard, but he was covered with blood, but he had a too young face and round eyes.

Peter FASA!

He was no longer close to the panic crowd around him, and even no longer had any cover up. In his sight, only the Holy Blood potion in the enamel bottle ran away with great strides.

This is the last chance. The night watchman has failed here once. He must not fail again!

Peter FASA's will is extremely firm - all the guards around have been completely restrained by the four night watchmen. He just needs to deal with a few miscellaneous fish and take the medicine away from the banquet hall.

All for the night watchman, for the sakran empire!

”That waiter is a fake. Stop him!”

Hiding under the table, the sharp eyed vello Bellini immediately noticed the figure of Peter FASA and screamed, ”he wants to take the Holy Blood potion!”

Damn bastard, you should stab him first!

Gnashing his teeth, Peter showed fierce eyes, but he didn't look back - not only afraid of being recognized, but more importantly, he didn't have time!

The guards around him had gathered towards him. In a hurry, Peter opened his left hand, and the light blue Rune floating in the palm was crushed in an instant.

”Beyond perception” --!

The sudden change of his body made Peter dizzy, but it was too late to adapt. The dagger in his right hand was horizontal in front of him, and the guards who rushed up were put down between the lightning and flint. A broad sword that robbed him was thrown behind him, and another guy who wanted to sneak into himself was opened from the middle. The gushing plasma stained the indifferent child's face red.

Just the last few steps, the medicine is close at hand!

No longer taking care of the guards who catch up behind them, they try their best to catch the Holy Blood potion in front of them as long as they reach out!

But he can never go any further.

”Rock will” --!

In an instant, the wall composed of rocks rose abruptly, and Peter FASA rushed up and hit the wall hard. His painful right hand and shoulder made him unable to move.

But what really made him unable to ”move” was another figure at the end of his sight - holding his wand high and with a somewhat malicious smile on his face.

Ain Rand -?!