Night Raven Master

Chapter 70 I Hate Hairless Birds
When Art's experience bar increased twice, no one appeared in front of him again.

It seems that the enemies upstairs are far away.

Having made his judgment, Art moved on.

In his memory, the study room was located on the first floor.

However, he didn't think that Viscount Rosa's study was only on the first floor.

The last time he saw that Viscount Rosa, he found that the books in that study room were a bit sparse.
Even compared with the study of the former Viscount Crawley, it is much less.

He didn't think that Viscount Rosa was not interested in collecting books, even if he would, he would
His eyes narrowed. Then, it is more likely that there is a study room on another floor, or...with that "treasure room"?
He stretched out his hand, supported the wall, and slowly continued to move towards the other side of the corridor.

"go."

With a slight movement of Art's palm, a crow servant flew over.

at this time--

call out--

The sound of arrows piercing through the air sounded, and a crossbow arrow passed under the wing of the crow servant, bringing down a few feathers and a few drops of blood.

Yate's eyes were fixed, and the dark light and shadow surged on Yate's body, merging him with the surrounding walls.

If you don't observe carefully, it is difficult to find his figure.

And not long after Yate just hid his figure, a man dressed as a guard with a long sword came over. He looked at the crows flying away, and his eyes flicked around, from the corner where Yate was hiding.

"No." He turned around and said out loud.

"Kill that crow, or drive it out." Another voice sounded.

"I see." The guard not far away nodded.

There should be only two people.

Yate adjusted his breathing, and the arm holding the black iron cane trembled slightly, carefully judging the position of another enemy.

He needs to be more cautious. Several consecutive battles have consumed a lot of his physical strength, and there is not much strength left.

This is not a game.

"call--"

Taking a deep breath, Yate slightly turned his gaze to the side, and only looked at the enemy from the corner of his eye. If the sight makes the opponent alert in advance, it will be troublesome.

After listening to his companion's words, the "guard" held a long sword and walked towards the "frightened" crow.

And at this moment, he seemed to have noticed something, suddenly turned his head, and looked towards the place where Art was hiding.

At the moment of eye contact, he instantly felt a chill hit, and the seemingly ordinary shadow seemed to be wriggling, as if countless black crows were roughly kneaded into a ball.

The sudden sense of fear made his hairs stand on end.

The next moment, he felt a sharp pain in his neck. At some point, the crow whose wings were shot by his companion was already standing on his shoulder, and a faint blue rose emerged from its wound. Spread towards him.

The guard's eyes widened, and he took two steps back in a panic: "Don't! Don't!"

He patted his shoulder in a panic, the crow fluttered and flew up, but the faint blue rose did not disappear because of this.

It was still squirming on his shoulders.

At this moment, from the corner of his vision, he suddenly saw that the shadow wriggling in the corner of the wall had appeared beside him at some point, holding something high.

Before he could look up and see what it was, it fell down.

Immediately, the sharp pain flashed past, and his eyes were pitch black.

thump—

The sound from this side made the other person at the corner of the corridor a little confused. After hearing the sound, the pretender holding a crossbow walked over quickly, wanting to see what happened.

However, when he came to the corner with a vigilant expression and was about to raise the hand crossbow, four crows rushed towards him. This situation made him tighten his fingers, and he shot the arrow on the string. .

call out--

The crossbow that flew out did not hit Yate, or in other words, it was offset by fifty or sixty degrees from Yate's position.

When the other party appeared, Yate's trembling palms had already clenched the black iron cane in his hand, his abdomen shrank, and bloody air was sucked into his chest cavity.

whoosh-

The body curled up slightly, the soles of the feet kicked out vigorously, and the whole body flew out like an arrow from the string, and it was a heavy sweep against the enemy's neck.

click-

The screams came to an abrupt end before it spit out from his throat. Yate, who had been unable to accurately control the exhaustion of his strength, swept the opponent's body directly with this sweep.

And the impact of this heavy blow also made his palms and wrists ache.

No, if it goes on like this, it won't last at all.

His face was a bit ugly, and relying on his combat experience and the help of the crow servants, his current level was almost at his limit.

How many enemies are there?

The number of enemies is indeed somewhat beyond his imagination. After all, from the perspective of the crow servants, there are more than 25 people surrounding the two entrances outside the castle, and some people are on the side of the castle. The number that got up was also twenty.

According to his judgment, there should only be more than 20 enemies in the castle.

Now, he has already killed fifteen people one after another by sneak attack and similar means, and he can only do this, not to mention other things, as long as there are three enemies at the same time, although he can kill them, he will Paying the price of being seriously injured, the injured self would not be able to deal with two people, let alone three people.

And now he has exhausted almost the same amount of physical strength, which is almost the same as being seriously injured.

[Character name: Black Crow (Art Angus Clauredo)
Occupation: Crow Mage (lv3), Night Wizard (lv4)

属性：力量0.7（0.8），体质：0.4（0.8），敏捷：0.6（0.8），精神：1.3（1.6）

Status: Fatigue]

Glancing at the ever-changing and floating attributes, Yate picked up the long sword on the ground and cut their necks open.

A text prompt for gaining experience points appears.

He leaned tiredly against the wall next to him.

At this moment, he suddenly discovered—on the flat wall at hand, where his palm was pressing, there was a somewhat abnormal place.

A depression, where his finger touched, there was a faint depression, and a trace of spiritual energy leaked from the depression.

psionic?trap?
He watched the depression cautiously, his body tensed, ready to avoid any possible traps inside.

However, there is no situation.

Arthur was a little puzzled.

Then, when his palm touched it, the seemingly flat wall instantly sank—it was a piece of leather like sheepskin.

This camouflaged thing is just a piece of leather, and the weak spiritual energy comes from several inscriptions with spiritual energy engraved on the back. The inscriptions are irregularly distributed in six directions, forming a pattern.

This is?Spell item?
Art was a little puzzled, and he took the leather in his hand.

Weak psionic energy, like strands of hair, continuously overflowed from the inscription.

In the hollow behind the leather, there is also a piece of parchment.

Art frowned deeply, not because of anything else, but because of what was written on it.

"Hello, sir."

"How should I put it? You need to trust me first, ser."

"I'm sure you'll find it, in due time."

"Now, many guests have appeared in this castle."

"They were not invited by the master."

"And I'm sure you're not on their side, are you?"

"After all, you are an invited guest, and you are welcomed by the master of the castle."

"The name of this thing is 'Phantom Bird's Kiss.' Well, sir, that's a good name, but it's made of leather, and has nothing to do with a bird's beak."

"It can help you pass through here and reach Viscount Rosa's treasure room."

"You can get what you want there."

"Trust me, after all, you're going to come here and find it, and it's not voluntary, is it? You need this too, don't you?"

"Sir Crawford."

"—an unknown well-meaning person."

At the bottom of the leather, a simple map is drawn.

The location of the word "treasure room" written in Allen language, marked with a red dot, also attracted Yate's attention.

Yate narrowed his eyes slightly, although his expression was a little dignified, but he did not panic.

Divination?
After seeing those sentences, he immediately thought of a branch of the wizarding school of magic.

It is very likely that this is the prophecy of a powerful person.

Not to mention anything else, if his guess is correct, with that person's strength, he is completely able to do all of this.

I, a little scum who can barely be regarded as an elementary wizard apprentice, and a professional with barely mid-level strength, can't evade such a prophecy at all.

Of course, it is also possible that this thing was left by Viscount Rosa.

Viscount Rosa had long been prepared for Madam Qiangwei's invasion, and saw that he had a plan, so it was not impossible to leave something for him to find, and it was not impossible for him to help him with something.

He believed that with the wisdom of that viscount, it was completely possible to do this.

After all, if his conjecture is correct, then the evaluation of His Excellency the Viscount can be further improved.

Make a note of the map on the parchment, then put the leather in your inventory and take it out:
[Phantom Bird Kiss lv11: A magic prop made of the skin of several unique creatures in the phantom world—the phantom bird. Like their predecessors, it has the ability to hide body shape and eliminate perception. "As long as you pay some psionic powers, you can become invisible. The password is Halloran is a bitch, no, no, the password should be I hate hairless birds." - Oh, my God, these bloody birdless birds , how the hell did they come to me, no, wait, this is good material. 】

[The Unknown's Request lv3: A piece of ordinary parchment with some things written on it, and a simple map. Apart from that, there is no signature, only a seal of Viscount Rosa. 】

Seeing the content of the evaluation, Yate couldn't help but raised his eyebrows, then took out the Phantom Bird Kiss and held it in his hand.

Psychic surges—

"I hate hairless birds."

"."no response.

Art frowned, as if thinking of something, the corner of his mouth twitched slightly and said:
"Halloran is a bitch, no, no, the password should be I hate hairless birds."

(End of this chapter)