The villain just wants to go offline

The night was hazy, the breeze blew through the treetops, and the leaves rustled.

The forest that was supposed to be silent now seemed a little noisy.

Claire wandered around the camp under the firelight, cleaning up the assassins one after another. The blood flying was so bright that it seemed to dye the moon red.

Assassins often die before their screams are even heard.

The screams that suddenly stopped seemed a bit eerie in this silent jungle.

Miles and his party camp.

The bonfire crackled, and the firelight could only illuminate the distance of a few meters nearby. Looking further into the distance, there was only darkness.

After Elsa cleaned up the mess with the cooperation of the elves, she retreated to the bonfire in fear, as if only light could soothe her frightened heart.

"It's not haunted here!"

The sound was like a female ghost crying intermittently, and the sound of wind accompanied by the whimpering sounds was like entering a horror movie set, frightening Elsa's already fair face even whiter.

"Ghost? Elsa, don't scare me!"

The elf landed on Elsa's shoulder, grabbed the girl's hair and covered his small body, hiding his ears and making people laugh.

The two elves hugged each other and shivered.

The two plainclothes knights who were guarding and preparing to watch the night stood up and looked around vigilantly. Their intuition told them that this was not a simple haunting incident.

But they couldn't leave the camp to check out the situation nearby.

"Master..."

The last two knights found Miles and explained the situation to Miles.

He waved his hand.

Miles just let the two of them go down without any unnecessary reaction. He felt the east wind blowing and the faint smell of blood in the air.

Maybe because he added too many HP points, Miles was extremely sensitive to the smell of blood.

Even if he used his toes to think about the movement nearby, he would still be thinking about Miles Bond, but he didn't expect that the other party would be so impatient to take action, how far away from the royal city he was.

Miles complained in his mind, and then frowned: "There was originally a disguised team sent before, but now the security around me is weak. Going to the border in disguise is just a bait. Smart people will find it normal!"

"But this young master has never issued an order to kill him!"

Miles played with an ancient mirror in his hand. The edge of the mirror was carved with dense patterns of tiny snake heads, just like hair made of small snakes.

Medusa's mirror.

Helena didn't know what means she used to 'get' the snake-people treasure from the snake-people. It was one of the birthday gifts for her grandson, and Miles took it out as a mirror.

of course.

But not everyone dares to look in the mirror without any scruples like Miles, let alone Medusa's precious mirror.

After all, anyone who shines in Medusa's mirror turns into stone, which is petrification magic.

of course.

Magic naturally has to have magic power, and the condition for activation is that the person looking into the mirror has magic power, even if it is [1] MP, if he looks directly into the mirror, he will be turned into stone.

The issue is……

...To add some points to Miles's full HP, it seems he forgot to add points to his MP.

"It doesn't feel special!"

Miles glanced at this mirror, which was a curiosity at best. Compared with an ordinary mirror, it felt like it was just one shell away.

A perspective that Miles couldn't see.

In Medusa's precious mirror, a beautiful face under the mirror almost stuck to the mirror. Her hair was made of tiny snakes spitting out snake letters. Countless snake eyes stared at the man in front of her, glowing with purple. You Guang Mo's eyes were wide open, as if he wanted to stare the person in front of him to death, but even though his eyes were dry and bloodshot, he still saw no reaction from the other person, and it was as if he didn't even see her.

This caused great frustration to Medusa's soul, and it was the first time she saw a man who could see her eyes without being turned to stone.

But this is a man who will not be petrified by her.

In her joy, Medusa's soul had the illusion that she had been sleeping for too long and her abilities had disappeared.

Coincidentally.

When Medusa doubted herself, a guinea pig automatically came to her door.

At this time, two guards were keeping vigil, some distance away from Miles.

Elsa and the elf were whispering something.

Miles sat alone on a tree stump next to the campfire, with his back against a patch of grass and the deep, dark jungle behind him.

The most indispensable thing in the jungle is poisonous insects and beasts, and there are even more powerful things than poisonous insects and beasts...

…There are only “people” left.

Behind Miles, the grass rustled, perfectly covered by the wind, and a pair of snake-like eyes emitted a faint green light in the darkness.

The standing grass was silently pressed to the ground by a pair of feet that appeared quietly. The shadow of a figure tightly wrapped in black overlapped with the shadow on the ground under clever control.

The dagger in his hand was like a poisonous snake's fangs, quenched with poison.

Poison that sticks and kills is also an assassin's weapon.

But in his opinion, this little nobleman's head was already in his pocket before the poison hit him. He thought to himself, "I'm so merciful that I didn't let you feel the despair when the poison took effect. It's really a pity." !”

The villain dies because he talks too much, even if he doesn’t say what he thinks.

"Do you like looking in the mirror too!?"

The assassin was startled by the sudden joking voice. It was the voice of the little nobleman whom he had slashed.

"Damn it!"

Cursing secretly, but not much panic, but not daring to hesitate at all, the assassin was ready to take off the little noble's head with his sword, and then walked away.

"I will accept ten thousand gold coins!"

"Don't worry, since you like looking in the mirror so much, let's look in the mirror first..."

Miles's smile became even brighter in the darkness. He seemingly casually raised Medusa's mirror above his head and said the most terrifying words in the calmest tone: "...so as not to forget that he has grown up when he dies." What does it look like!”

"What nonsense are you talking about, bastard!"

The assassin couldn't help but curse. For a young nobleman who was about to have his head chopped off to collect the bounty, such words were undoubtedly provoking his profession as an assassin.

And when Medusa's mirror was raised above Miles' head, the assassin's face became clear. Even in the dark environment, the mirror still clearly illuminated the assassin's face.

"What the hell!"

Before he died, he looked at the murderer in the mirror for the first time, and he also saw his own face clearly in the mirror.

A hideous scar on the opponent's forehead was particularly conspicuous.

This man was clearly the assassin leader who narrowly escaped Claire's massacre, and he came to collect the reward of 10,000 gold coins without giving up.

But what the Scarface Assassin never expected was that the sharp dagger he was supposed to chop off the little noble's head in the blink of an eye was as if it was in slow motion at this moment.

The scar-faced assassin reacted almost instantly.

It wasn't that the dagger went into slow motion, but that his speed slowed down, and his body gradually stiffened from sluggishness, as if it had turned into stone.

"No, my body is really turning into stone, how could this happen!"

The next second, the scar-faced assassin was horrified to find that his body had turned into stone from the tip of his toes. The stiffness of his body made his mind seem to be slowly turning to stone. In the end, the panic turned into a catharsis of anger, and he shouted hysterically. Get up: "Damn noble, what on earth did you do to me!"

While shouting this, the scar-faced assassin's gaze was always attracted by a mirror. To be precise, it was the image in the mirror...

...Snake Lady Medusa! ?