Pulling open the door of the laboratory, Wengerns walked out of Laboratory No. 3. When he came outside, Wengerns looked at the magic hourglass floating in the air and the sky that was almost completely black.

"Is it so late? I didn't expect it to take so long!" Wengerns was slightly surprised. It seemed that it had not been long since he felt, but now it seemed that it had taken at least half a day to get it done!

"It really took more time than imagined! However, you cleaned the laboratory very thoroughly!" Anila also walked out at this time. When closing the door, she happened to hear Wengerens talking to herself, and then continued.

"Of course, some things are not suitable for taking out now!" Wengerns looked at the streets that looked deserted due to the emptyness, and there was no negative energy fluctuation outside.

"Go back first! It's too late now! Let's talk about other things later! It's the key to rest first!" After waved his hand, Wengerns suddenly said in a lazy tone, and walked slowly towards the dormitory.

Seeing Wengerens suddenly turning into a lazy look, Anila shook her head helplessly and turned to leave.

Speaking of which, Wengerns' sudden sense of decadence will always flash in an instant, and everyone can understand it in their hearts-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

As for giving up revenge, with Wengerens' character, is that possible?

The next morning, Wengerns left his soft bed, and after washing up, he walked out of the gate of the Mage Guild alone.

Now there is no need to remember spells, and I feel that the morning time has suddenly become more and more. Wengerns thought so in his mind.

On the streets of the north city, people were coming and going, noisy. People did not seem to be panicked because of the possible war. Whether it was linen, simple poor people, luxuriously dressed and exquisitely dressed businessmen, rich people, they all entered the beginning of their busy day.

At this time, Wengerns, who was walking in the street, looked at the "daily" life of these ordinary people, and felt that he was so out of place with the busy street scene.

"When did I have left the life of ordinary people? Why do I feel that I seem to live in two completely different worlds from them!" Wengerns sighed, and couldn't help but feel inexplicably moved in his heart.

At this moment, Wengerns suddenly smelled a trace of disharmoniousness seemed to appear among the crowd.

This is murderous aura! A trace of murderous aura that was accidentally emitted before the killer took action!

What surprised Wengerns the most was that he was not targeting him!

"Wait, when did I actually feel a strong premonition in my heart that I might be subjected to a crime at any time?! This premonition is really depressing!" Wengerns seemed to suddenly recall it and was very depressed.

At this time, the killers hidden in the crowd had begun to act. The three short arrows obviously belonged to the assassination crossbow. The finished font shape broke out from the air. The target of their flying was a hawker standing in the store wearing a blended linen and cotton cloth in front of him, standing in front of him with a stall.

In Tar City, this can only be considered a middle class at most. Generally speaking, it is unlikely to anger people or organizations that can invite killers. Most people who live at the middle class are people who want to live a peaceful and ordinary life.

But that only belongs to the past.

This round of crossbow arrow shooting seemed to have completely scared the vendor who was not mentally prepared. He was panicked, sweating in a cold head, and stood there at a loss. Wengerns looked at this scene coldly not far away, and he didn't seem to be planning to take action.

Suddenly, Wengerns looked at the familiar arrow and suddenly moved his heart slightly. The scene in front of him instantly coincided with the scene when Wengerns was attacked in the alley of his previous life.

"Damn it, you must figure out if there is any contact!"

This thought flashed through my mind, but in fact, Wengerns' hands had already reacted faster. Five light blue missiles poured out from Wengerns' fingertips and flew in the air at extremely fast speed. Three missiles hit the finished crossbow arrows, making the straight crossbow arrows bent and finally landed on the ground.

The remaining two missiles hit two people in cloaks. Because adventurers are prevalent, this outfit is very common. But Wengerns knew that these two were the culprits who shot crossbow arrows...

Part of it!

The two who were hit loosened their feet and collided with a man behind them who was also shrouded in a cloak. Suddenly, the third person was obviously unprepared. When they loosened their hands, a crossbow fell out!

Just as the three of them fell to the ground, a red ray passed by them and shot a middle-aged man who looked quite ordinary in the crowd not far behind.

Suddenly, a hole appeared in his chest that burned his skin on his chest, causing his lips to shake subconsciously and then fell to the ground.

"Tsk! I didn't expect that the fourth killer was hidden. If the other party had not seen his companion being caught, causing a flaw in his breath to appear, I would have never noticed it! As a result, I couldn't control the importance of my attack! However, there were three living mouths, which should be enough?" Wengerns muttered in his heart, and a spider web tied the three killers who fell to the ground together.

Wengerns, who was thinking that there were three living mouths, should be enough, was suddenly stunned. Because the three people in front of him seemed to know that they had no hope to escape. In despair, he looked fierce and bit his tongue and committed suicide!

"Hmph! Very professional! It seems that you don't want people to know their background at all?" Wengerns ignored the screams and chaos that people on the streets made of murder and corpses, and thought depressedly.

"It's an attack again!"

"Yes! I heard that this kind of thing happened in the south of the city some time ago! An inexplicable attack! What happened to Taal?"

"Your news is outdated! My husband who is out of business just came back recently. I heard that this seems to be happening everywhere now! Not only Tal!"

"That's it! How could this happen!"

...

Listening to the chattering discussions between the middle-aged women behind him, Wengerns frowned, put his hands into his sleeves, and recalled the conversation he had just heard: "Is this happening all the time recently? It's so strange! Is it aimless assassination? Is it trying to create chaos or something else?"

When Wengerns walked towards the three bodies bound in the spider web, a small chaos appeared in the crowd around him. The way forward was already surrounded by a large number of people watching the fun, but when the people saw the mysterious spellcaster who killed all the assassins appeared, they immediately scattered in panic.

In the eyes of these ordinary people, those who dare to kill people directly in broad daylight are they who cannot afford to offend! No matter what the reason for killing people, as long as they are not professions like soldiers, in the eyes of ordinary people, those who kill people belong to the inaccessible type.

Wengerns could also guess the psychology of these people, but Wengerns did not think it was necessary to worry about it. Just like the initial emotion, he had long since left the "normal" of ordinary people!

When he arrived in front of the corpse, Wengerns squatted down and began to flip and check the bodies of the assassins. Since these assassins did not have a single survivor, Wengerns planned to find some clues from it himself.

"Tsk! Smooth and white skin and slightly sharp ears, are two of these three people half-elves?" Wengerns began to check the appearance of these assassins and saw the biggest characteristics of these people.

But these alone are still not enough. Wengerns pulled out his dagger from his sleeve and slashed it down the opening of his clothes. While trying to ensure that the clothes are intact, he began to check his body.

When examining the physical bodies of these assassins, Wengerns had to feel admiration for the organization that cultivated these assassins.

"I've used all my body 100%! Looking at the twisting degree of bones, the strange skin tone on the body, and the calluses on the skin, I'm afraid I've been transformed with medicine since I was infancy?" Wengerns continued to check while smacking his tongue.

"No wonder I have to wear a cloak. It has so many poison-tempering weapons built in, but aren't they afraid of hurting themselves by chance?" Wengerns thought speechlessly at the dense knives, long needles and other things on both sides of the cloak.

Seeing this scene, Wengerns suddenly thought of something again, picked up his dagger and observed the body's fingers.

"Sure enough, have your fingers deformed because of long-term contact with poisons? And even your nails are poisoned and can be used as weapons. This is simply not a human being, it is a weapon used to kill people!" Wengerns thought to himself.

The reason why I was so surprised was because Wengerns knew very well that although the rating was probably the most 4 or 5 rogues, under the deformed cultivation of the unknown organization, as long as four or five people exist at the same time, it would be possible to kill a level ten high-level person with four or five people facing each other!

Only sacrificing four or five low-level soldiers can have the chance to kill a high-level soldier, which may make everyone on the mainland uneasy! You know, according to the regular strength comparison, if you want to kill a level ten high-level soldier, no matter what profession the other party is, you may have to sacrifice dozens of level four or five soldiers. This is probably a conservative estimate!

If you are a first-class spell caster and be well prepared, it is probably normal for the number of people who sacrifice to be sacrificed several times!

"Damn it! Sure enough, there is no sign of confirming identity on it, but there are actually two half-elves, Humph! I'm afraid it's the good thing that the bastards on Yongju Island do!" Wengerns thought gritted his teeth.

However, no matter what, he probably got some clues. Wengerns took back the dagger and stood up to leave. Now Wengerns plans to go back to the wizard guild to ask clearly. After all, the wizard guild is also a large organization, and it should be clearer in intelligence than personal analysis!
Chapter completed!