Chapter 208 (1/2)
”Come with me obediently, a private cell has been prepared for you below.”
”You are a princess, we will not treat you badly, and will always respect you.”
”So when we need you, please calmly dedicate your life for the rise of the Dark Elves!”
Located in the noble hotel in the center of the capital.
At this time, the hotel was brightly lit at night.
The luxurious decoration reveals details everywhere and shows the extraordinary.
The steeple-like dome, irregular forms, and undulating lines fully demonstrate the beautiful Baroque style.
On the upper part of the hotel, a person wearing a black robe gathers here, the figure almost blending with the heavy night.
They are the dark elf assassination team sent by Samuel, who are good at taking the lives of others in the dark.
Each member is a high-level, after thousands of tempers, they have trained in assassination techniques.
Although this group of people seems to be of average strength, the strength of teamwork is indeed not to be underestimated.
What's more, assassination emphasizes the use of weak to defeat the strong, and the use of skill to win is the core thing of the assassin.
Ten assassins gathered together and are using extreme time to conceive an assassination plan
Assassination Captain: ”The target person is in this hotel, a high-level magic swordsman named Alice Clodia, another named Merlin Lucifer, who is... ahem! A scum villager ...”
The atmosphere couldn't help but become visibly embarrassed. The assassination team composed of this group of high-level elites actually had to spend time and effort to assassinate useless ordinary people, which made people feel very unreasonable.
Assassin: ”Have you made a mistake? We need to kill every villager? Is this really Lord Samuel's order?”
Assassination Captain: ”Yes, it was an order from Lord Samuel himself.”
Assassin: ”Are we...were despised?”
Assassination Captain: ”This...”
Assassin: ”It's fine to assassinate that high-level magic swordsman, why is there a villager? Is this a buy one get one free rhythm? We are a team that can assassinate even the strongest of the holy ranks.”
Assassination Captain: ”I think Lord Samuel did this for a reason. We don't want to guess the thoughts of the big guys, just follow the order.”
Assassin: ”Then give me these two goals? I can kill them all by myself.”
Assassination captain: ”No, you must not take it lightly when performing the task. Even if we kill a baby, we must go all out!”
Assassin: ”Okay...well...”
Assassination Captain: ”Next, we will start to act. We are divided into two teams, each of which consists of five people. The action must be fast and get out quickly after success.”
The members in black robes nodded one after another, indicating that they understood the captain's plan.
Assassination Captain: ”Start Action!”
With an order, the assassins flew up and down on the roof of the hotel, and at the same time leap in faith in different directions.
When falling into the air, all the assassins ejected flying claw ropes from their arms, shot them towards the windows, and then rushed into the brightly lit hotel!
The hunt that has been brewing for a long time has finally begun...
Chapter 22: Monthly Ticket Plus
Inside the noble hotel.
After Mei Lin and his party finished their meal, they planned to take a bath in the unique artificial hot spring here.
After the rest, I plan to leave for the Strait of Dover early tomorrow morning.
The artificial hot springs on the third floor are located in different places for men and women in the north and south.
From the appearance, it is magnificent and luxurious to dazzling.
The central pool, as well as a sculpture of a mermaid, is slowly spouting warm water from the water bottle.
Merlin sighed inwardly. It is indeed a noble hotel, and humans will really enjoy it...
Because of the lack of resources, the No.1 Demon King Palace where he lives would not have such a luxurious artificial hot spring.
Seeing that the environment here is so good, I can’t help but feel a little excited~
Think about the hot springs that you soaked in the village of Lowecol not long ago. It is simply not comparable to here.
Meilin looked at it for a while, then immediately prepared to wash his body, and then went to the hot spring for a while.
He was sitting on a small stool surrounded by bath towels, showering his body with hot boiling water, and there was a very obvious scar on his heart, which looked a bit shocking, as if he had been pierced by something sharp.
Merlin likes boiling hot water, because it feels very irritating, like a knife gently sliding across the smooth back.