Dark Demon Warlock

A drop of cold sweat dripped from Joe Defoe's temples.

I have forgotten when was the last time I sweated.

He couldn't tell where the killing intent came from, and he didn't know where the owner of the killing intent was, but the spirituality frantically warned him!

The last time he encountered this kind of situation, he met a seventh-level native in the New World. At that time, all of them fled frantically, and he managed to save his life.

Don't dare to move!

But Yate, who was opposite him, was a little ready to move.

I have discovered his abnormality and thought it was Gregoria Kate.

However, Art also knew that if Joe Defoe died again, the old Defoe family would probably come out in full force, and the Marquis Coffey would not be able to let it go, so he could only suppress his murderous intentions.

He just has a slightly more murderous intention, not an irrational lunatic.

However, if this guy has the same personality as Hugh Defoe, it would be a pity to miss this opportunity.

"Are you here to kill me?" In the eerie silence, Art suddenly asked.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but Joe Defoe felt that his voice was a bit gloomy.

"No, I'm just going to teach you a lesson." Joe Defoe flinched.

Compared with his own life, his younger brother's last wish is actually not something he can't give up, or he doesn't know it.

"Just a lesson?" Art's voice softened.

"Just a lesson!" Joe Defoe replied categorically, "Hugh was implicated by a researcher in Detrick's laboratory. I have killed that researcher to avenge Hugh. Looking at the relationship of the Ryan family, I didn't think kill you."

It was originally his true thoughts, so there was no hindrance in speaking out.

"I'll just believe it." Yatehu pretended to be powerful.

Gregoria Kate did not make an appearance.

But the one in the dark withdrew his murderous intent cooperatively.

Joe Defoe finally breathed a sigh of relief, turned around and left without saying a word.

He didn't even secretly observe where the murderous master was.

Don't do unnecessary things, especially things that may put yourself in danger-this is a life lesson he learned on the battlefield.

As Joe Defoe left, Art also breathed a sigh of relief.

Except for those 6th and 7th-level bosses, Joe Defoe is the one who puts the most pressure on him.

Prudence Somerfield is nothing compared to that!

When facing Prudence Somerfield, he could still try to create opportunities for himself, but facing Joe Defoe, no matter how he matched his tactics, he couldn't find the slightest chance!

"Be careful, a powerful assassin is coming!" Gregoria Kate suddenly appeared from the back wall of the church, staring at the entrance of the alley warily, and told him.

Yate froze, and then carefully moved to the middle of the alley.

Only then did it dawn on him that Joe Defoe's reaction just now was not from Gregoria Kate, but from this assassin who did not show up.

To make Gregoria Kate so vigilant, it would be about the same if it wasn't level 7!

Moreover, this is an assassin!

The shadow that used to be so intimate suddenly became strange and terrifying at this moment.

His little bit of skills in the inheritance of the Son of the Night is simply not enough!

The other party stepped out of the shadows.

A woman with a height of about 185cm.

Although wearing a mask, the tight leather armor outlines a slender figure, which still allows people to know her gender at a glance.

She has long green hair tied into a high ponytail, a dark blue turban wrapped around her head, revealing a pair of "imperial green" eyes and a pair of pointed ears.

Elf?

When Yate saw this, he was startled and had the urge to run away.

Guilty!

He never thought that he would meet the elves so soon!

Although the elves do not hate humans, their relationship with humans is not very good, and they rarely appear in human society.

Even if there are, they are usually in those very prosperous big cities, not Pudra City, a seaside city that is very far away from the elves.

How did he just meet him?

And an extremely powerful assassin!

There is no need to run!

"Thank you for your help just now." Fortunately, his psychological quality is not bad, and he took the initiative to thank him immediately after his horror.

It was also because he saw that the other party did not hold a weapon in his hand, nor did he have any malice on him.

Of course, he may not be able to perceive it.

The female elf nodded as a reply to him, and then focused all her attention on Gregoria Kate: "Spiritual Metaphor?"

The sound is clear and crisp, like a gurgling stream, or like an oriole coming out of a valley, it is especially pleasant to my ears - Yamouren.

She actually recognized Gregoria Kate's profession at a glance!

However, even though Yate heard it, he still looked confused.

What is the profession of a psychic?

How is the combat effectiveness?

"Shadow Dancer?" Gregoria Kate also recognized her profession.

Yate also didn't understand this profession.

However, just by listening to the name, you can tell that it is indeed from the lineage of assassins!

"Tabitha Agnes." The female elf introduced herself.

"Gregia Kate." Gregoria Kate returned the salute.

Art stood obediently aside.

Tabitha Agnes, however, looked over.

"Art Byron." Art was stunned for a moment, but he still introduced himself consciously.

"Don't worry, I'm a half-elf, not an elf." Tabitha Agnes seemed to guess what he was thinking, and said proactively.

"Huh—" Yate breathed a sigh of relief when he heard it.

Say it earlier!

I almost had a cerebral hemorrhage!

The above is just a deliberate appearance.

He is not the kind of character who easily trusts others. Even if Tabitha Agnes has no need to lie to him, but being able to say this proves that at least he knows that he has a core inheritance of the elves!

Can you be in a good mood when the handle is held by someone, and the other party is still a big boss who can't beat him or escape?

"Where is your Excellency here?" Gregoria Kate asked proactively.

Afraid that Art would suffer in front of her.

A powerhouse of this level, even if he doesn't have the ability to control the mind, can still influence the opponent with his own momentum and spirituality.

"For him!" Tabitha Agnes looked at Art.

"I don't seem to know you." Art was not surprised at all, but he still struggled symbolically.

"Did you go to the beach and summon a meteorite on the day of the rainstorm?" Tabitha Agnes asked.

Gregoria Kate glanced at Art in surprise.

He still has this ability? !

A psychic is not a prophet, and even a prophet cannot observe a person's future at will, especially a person with destiny like him - he doesn't have a lifespan of thousands of years, basically he thinks he lives too long.

"Yes." The other party has already approached the door, so he is naturally confident that there is no room for struggle. Instead of leaving a bad impression on others, it is better to simply admit it.

This is how Art knows the times.