His Royal Highness System

Chapter 495 482. It's Assassination!

Hearing Feng Qianchen's answer, the middle-aged man chuckled, then picked up the pile of parchment that fell in front of the door, and threw them at Feng Qianchen.

"Xiang, I can't cure you, can I?"

Feng Qianchen waved his hand to catch the papers expressionlessly, and at the same time looked back at the task summary written on the paper.

"Merida Angel..."

What a terrible ability value, a heretical existence that cannot use mana as a nobleman.

Moreover, and the unreasonable request of the client who wants to raise such a girl to become a top knight...

The most important thing is that it is also worth noting that the mission period, the appointment as a tutor is scheduled to be about three years from now.

Three years later, all the graduates of the training school will hold a unified elimination competition until she leaves some results in that elimination competition.

And the task is not over until the graduation ceremony of St. Friederswald Women's College is successfully held
──I will go, this is really an unprecedented long-term mission.

Feng Qianchen had a premonition in his heart that it would be a very difficult three years, and it even made people feel that the current intelligence operation was too gentle.

"You have to know... there is no way, I have indeed taken over the post of tutor of this incompetent girl---Miss Merida Angel.

However, there is one more thing that I care about anyway. "

The middle-aged man asked puzzledly, "What's the matter?"

"In the final analysis, why did this mission come to us?

If it's Mrs. Melinoa's net worth investigation, it's fine, and the job of governess can be handed over to those decent troops in the watch guild. "

Feng Qianchen thought for a while, and then asked a natural question, so the middle-aged man scratched his cheek stained with the enemy's blood, and lit a cigarette.

After all, I'm an assassin, so it's not suitable to do this kind of "nanny" job, right?
After hearing Feng Qianchen's words, the middle-aged man shook his head slowly, and then said:

"...How could it be, Feng Qianchen, this task is undoubtedly suitable for you..."

Feng Qianchen frowned, and asked suspiciously, "What do you mean by that?"

Seeing that Feng Qianchen was still pretending to be confused, the middle-aged man knocked on the table with his cane, and said loudly:

"Hey, don't be stupid!
You should know that there is only one job suitable for us. "

The place was filled with darkness.

The hacked and scarred furniture; the mass of corpses scattered on the ground; the breathless smell of death.

And wearing a military uniform that condenses the night, and the whole body is stained with moist blood──
The man on crutches said with a sneer:
"──Assassination."

If Merida Angel really didn't have the rank of a paladin, then she would be assassinated by an assassin in order to protect the family's honor.

This is the client's additional note...

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A huge chandelier stuck on the ground──that is the appearance of this world.

There is no light in the sky that people look up at.The existence of the dazzling celestial bodies such as the stars, the moon, and the sun has only been handed down as legends in ancient texts.

There are also many scholars who believe that they were the creation of poets, because in the past there was a whole blue sky shining overhead-it is too hard to believe.

In this world, from the zenith to the earth, and even to the end of the earth, everything is shrouded in the darkness of night.

It is impossible to determine what kind of environment expands there. The total area of ​​the land is beyond imagination, and it is completely dark that cannot capture any color...

Only in a certain corner of the darkness, a group of super-huge glass containers with a height ranging from hundreds to even thousands of meters emitted brilliant lights.

That is the last city-state of mankind---the world in the lantern (Flander).

The maximum diameter of the lantern is five kilometers, and this super-scale glass container is called "Campbell", each containing a block.

As if to surround the "Holy King's District" where many privileged classes live, 24 Campbells are densely packed together, standing neatly on the support of the metal base, which can only be described as a chandelier.

Although the size is very different, several layers of metal bridges are erected in the middle of each Campbell, and the railways across the bridges are people's mobile tools.

At this moment, a train can be seen rushing out of the tunnel on the edge of the Holy King's District, moving down the elevated railway several hundred meters long to other Campbells.

In the compartment at the rear of the second-class passenger car of that train, a young man casually looked at the window. He had a panoramic view of dozens of Campbells who were proud of their majestic majesty, while thinking casually.

"Who the hell made this unreasonable building?

Even imagining this is a bit embarrassing..."

Feng Qianchen looked at the dark scene outside through the window. Although many years have passed, he still can't forget it...

This time, the terminal of the train that Feng Qianchen took was one of the Campbells located on the outskirts of the Holy King's District—the Cardinals School Parish.

Universities in various fields are lined up here, and half of the residents are actually students. It is the leading academy city in Flanders.

It was early in the morning, and when the train arrived at the terminal, Feng Qianchen slowly got off the train with his suitcase in his hand. As soon as he got to the platform covered in white steam, he understood at a glance that this city indeed belonged to the students.

The people who get off the train, those who get on the train, and the passengers who come and go in the station are generally very young.

Feng Qianchen looked at the surrounding environment, then sucked in the fresh air, and tidied up the military uniform he was used to.

Stretching out his right hand, he took out a piece of paper depicting the approximate location of the city from his coat pocket.

Speaking of the characteristics of the Parish of Cardinals, they are the beautiful buildings also known as the steeple of contemplation.

As if it was designed by mathematicians, physicists and artists, the view of hundreds of sharp roofs rising up to the sky in an orderly manner is really shocking.

The destination is the very edge of this minaret streetscape.

Feng Qianchen heard that Melida Angel's mansion was built on the bank of Sims Waterway across the city.

Well, it was written in the information, as an assassin, how could he learn information through "hearsay"!

So three years from today——Feng Qianchen's life as a tutor will kick off in this city.

"It's quite different from the atmosphere in the Holy King's District."

Feng Qianchen then put the scrap of paper in his pocket and sniffed it gently with his nose.

"Well, it smells like a smart head."

Feng Qianchen's murmured words unexpectedly overlapped with a clear and high-pitched voice.

Frowning, Feng Qianchen suddenly looked down at his side, and made eye contact with the person who was looking up at him at the same time.

(End of this chapter)