I, a mercenary, became a beautiful silver-haired boy

Fortunately, being discovered was within Elena's expectations. He had never thought of eliminating all the enemies here without making a sound.

Since he was discovered, he had to fight quickly. Elena, who no longer concealed his position, began to chant magic, silently reciting the ancient dragon language, and his golden eyes shone.

Lightning strike!

The lightning that was the same as ordinary lightning magic struck Bernie. The lightning that contained dragon magic was particularly fast. No matter how agile Bernie was, he could not be faster than the pursuit of lightning.

"Ah!!!"

Bernie was struck directly and screamed. The strong voltage even allowed Elena to see the skeleton inside the other party's body.

His whole body was charred by lightning. Bernie had no way to maintain his body. He stood there and watched Elena catch up with him. The dagger in his hand drew a clean arc.

His throat was cut directly and his heart was pierced through. Elena would not give the enemy any chance to survive.

Since he had been discovered, looking at Bernie who had fallen to the ground, there was no need to deal with the body, even if the other party's head was worth twenty gold coins.

Quickly evacuate the place of battle. Although he was discovered, his position was not locked, and there was still room for detour.

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Time went back a little bit, in Stanford's room on the top floor, a tall and arrogant man was sitting on the sofa with his legs crossed.

Next to him was Stanford, who was frowning and unhappy. Since he sent out the bandits, he had been waiting for good news.

But now half of the night has passed, and they have not seen their return.

I don't know whether they killed all the children in the orphanage, or simply left with the so-called treasure.

You must know that before leaving, Stanford had repeatedly warned that the girl named Weiwei must not be killed, after all, the vacant seat of his wife next to him is now vacant.

As for the possibility of running away with the treasure, Stanford had never considered it. After all, he did not think that these bandits had the courage to do so. Even if they were really taken away, he had the means to get it back.

The treasure of the ancient God of Light was not something that these bandits could control.

"What happened to your people? There has been no news for so long? I didn't hide you here for you to eat, drink and have fun every day. When it's time to play a role for me, work faster!"

Unable to suppress his irritability, Stanford turned around and shouted at Sam who was sitting on the sofa.

He no longer had the elegant and gentle appearance that he showed to outsiders. His hideous face looked more terrifying than the evil ghosts that children feared.

"Don't worry, businessman. There may be some accidents if there is no news."

"An accident? You can really say that. I hid you under such great pressure, and you plan to use accidents to cover up your failure?!"

Sam's words obviously did not satisfy Stanford. As a businessman, what he valued most was profit and success.

Since he couldn't get the expected benefits by sheltering these bandits, he didn't mind driving out these bastards who only knew how to eat and drink.

Or he could personally take the heads of these people and hand them over to the guards. He might even be able to make some money to make up for the expenses of establishing connections and concealing his whereabouts.

Stanford was still roaring heartbreakingly, but the next second he felt a chill on his neck. When he came to his senses, a transparent giant blade was on his neck, and a phantom of Sam stood behind him at some point.

Although the other party seemed to have no entity, Stanford still swallowed his saliva subconsciously. He knew very well what this existence without a corpse was. It was the protection from the God of Plunder.

The blade with a little divine aura was much sharper than ordinary mortal weapons. At least Stanford's neck couldn't resist it.

As long as the other party had that idea, he could kill this businessman with little combat ability at any time.

"Shut up, you stinky mouth, profiteer. Don't forget who I went to destroy that small village for. If you hadn't shouted that they had information about the lost treasure of the God of Light, my men and I wouldn't have done such a conspicuous thing."

Even clay people are angry, not to mention the robbers who are already impatient.

Sam, who is already extraordinary in strength, can't stand ordinary people like Stanford stepping on his head. He is willing to get along with him politely only because he is taken in by him.

But if the other party crosses a certain line, he doesn't mind chopping off the other party's head for fun.

Stanford, who only knows how to take advantage of loopholes to sell things, has never experienced such a situation before, and his legs tremble subconsciously.

Bullying the weak and fearing the strongThis is what he said about a man like him. When he met a guy like Sam who was as ruthless as a knife, he didn't dare to be tough at all.

"Help, there is an intruder!!!"

Just when the atmosphere was deadlocked, Bernie's scream suddenly came from downstairs.

Sam, who was already in a bad mood, looked even gloomier. The phantom he released was his clone, and he put down the blade on Stanford.

The threat in front of his neck was gone. Stanford, who had just crawled out of the brink of life and death, suddenly softened. He leaned on the table beside him and gasped heavily. The cold sweat that kept coming out soaked his whole body.

"It seems that my group of men really had an accident. There were bugs that followed them in."

Looking coldly at the pale Stanford, Sam picked up the big knife beside him and stood up.

For a man like him, it is better not to take action when he can, after all, the protection of God is not suitable for showing to others.

Protection is a gift and also an identity. If other people knew that he had the protection of the God of Plunder, not to mention that many people who were interested in the protection of God would target him, he would be recognized as soon as he used his power.

As a robber who had to keep a low profile and live in the dark like a mouse, the most important thing was to reveal his identity under the light.

However, since the other party was so fearless of death and broke into his territory, he didn't mind showing the majesty of the power of God to these mortals who had forgotten the power of God on behalf of the God of Plunder.

Looking at Sam's back as he walked out of the room, Stanford's mood was particularly complicated. On the one hand, he wanted to curse the other party to get into trouble, and on the other hand, he didn't want his plan to be ruined.

After all, to get the lost treasure of the God of Light, he still needed to borrow the power of these robbers. Whether he could break away from ordinary people and become a new god one day, he had to get this treasure.

Before gaining power, he could only swallow his anger and look at the faces of these robbers.

But what made Stanford curious was that he had concealed it well and no news should have leaked out. Which organization had targeted him and even went to his house?

In such a moment, a silver figure flashed through Stanford's mind, but he soon laughed out loud. How could a child be so fearless as to break into his house?