Wizard: I can extract identities

Just when Heman had just finished drawing his identity, a rustling sound of leaves being trampled sounded in a forest hundreds of meters outside Noahs Castle.

Two men in black cloaks were looking at Noahs Castle.

"Why are we taking this mission again?" A figure pushed aside the branches in front of him, with a little dissatisfaction in his tone.

As a member of Mandragora, in addition to voluntarily accepting missions, everyone needs to complete a mission every month. If they cannot complete it on time, Mandragora will punish them, and in serious cases, they will even be deprived of their membership.

The reason why the man complained was that this mission should not have been carried out by them, but it was suddenly assigned to the two of them.

"There is no way, who made us take the mission last time related to Viscount Noahs! Maybe we know the situation better, so we are asked to carry out this mission." Another figure replied, without much complaint in his tone.

Their mission goal this time is to kill Viscount Noahs's illegitimate son, Heman Noahs, and take his head as a mission certificate.

You know, the price of a mission related to the Viscount is not cheap, not to mention the assassination of a Viscount's illegitimate son, and the illegitimate son who is to inherit the title. To issue such a mission, at least hundreds of gold nars are needed.

And the annual income of a Viscount is only seven or eight hundred gold nars!

The currency of the Iris Kingdom is called nar, which has three types: gold, silver, and copper. Copper nar is the lowest level currency. One hundred copper nars can be exchanged for one silver nar, and one hundred silver nars is equivalent to one gold nar.

According to the intelligence they collected in the last mission, Viscount Noas's strength is at the high-level knight level, and there are many knight-level combat forces under his command. They can't confront him head-on.

But they are killers, and they don't need to confront him head-on. They just need to find opportunities to assassinate.

"Viscount Noas has learned from the last lesson, and he shouldn't let that Ximan out easily. What should we do?" Shenying asked his companion beside him, wanting to hear if he had any good ideas.

"Wait!" Another figure said lightly: "Since we have accepted this mission, we can't give up halfway. We can only wait for an opportunity."

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After Nicole and Sally left, Ximan's face became extremely ugly. The sequelae brought to him by this soldier's identity were much more serious than he imagined. It was ridiculous to think about a knight who couldn't pick up a cross sword.

Is Ximan going to take a wooden spear as his weapon like Morata in his memory?

Ximan knew very well that he was in big trouble this time!

If this matter was known by others, it would probably cause an uproar. How would he explain it to Viscount Noas at that time?

"Should I tell Viscount Noas about the system?" Ximan immediately shook his head and denied this idea. Not to mention whether Viscount Noas would believe it, and the system was Ximan's biggest secret, he must not tell anyone.

After thinking for a while, Ximan had an idea in his mind, which might solve his current problem.

If he thought of it, he would do it, and Ximan walked towards the training ground.

At this time, on the training ground, the group of teenagers were training vigorously. When they saw Ximan coming, they all stopped training and greeted Ximan.

"Master Ximan."

Ximan nodded slightly, indicating that they didn't need to pay attention to him, and walked to the weapon rack on the side to try to pick up a wooden cross sword on it.

Maybe because the wooden cross sword was not considered a weapon in Morata's eyes, Ximan didn't feel anything after picking up the wooden cross sword.

Seeing this, Ximan's face improved a little. He took the wooden cross sword and walked towards his room.

The teenagers who were training all paid some attention to Ximan. When they saw a wooden sword taken away from the weapon rack, they all showed a look of surprise on their faces.

As the heir to the viscount, Ximan naturally had his own cross sword and leather armor. Except for a short period of time at the beginning, Ximan used an iron cross sword for training. Now suddenly taking away a wooden cross sword, it seemed a bit strange.

"Is it some special training method?" This thought flashed through the minds of the teenagers, but they immediately put it behind their heads and continued to train hard.

Heman returned to the room, closed the door, grasped the hilt of the wooden cross sword, and swung it. Although the movement was slow, it was very regular and seemed to have a certain rhythm.

In Heman's memory, the swordsmanship honed in the life-and-death battle was displayed.

Although it was a bit unfamiliar at the beginning, it soon became proficient. The cross sword in Heman's hand swung faster and faster, and the blade drew a series of afterimages in the air, and the items in the room were shaken by the strong wind.

After a set of sword exercises, Heman stopped, walked to the place where the cross sword was placed in the closet, and directly reached out to grab the cross sword, and the wooden cross sword was put aside.

As the cross sword was held in Heman's hand, a feeling of nausea surged from Heman's heart, but the speed of this feeling of nausea was slower than before, and the intensity was also weaker.

Heman forced himself to suppress the nausea in his heart and swung the cross sword in his hand, but a surprising scene appeared. The iron cross sword seemed to be as heavy as a thousand pounds in Heman's hand, and the speed of swinging was extremely slow. Even during the swinging process, his whole hand was shaking slightly.

As a result, the iron cross sword kept shaking in Seaman's hand and almost fell off from his hand.

At this time, sweat was already breaking out on Seaman's forehead, but he still persisted, gnashing his teeth and waving the iron sword in his hand, trying his best to prevent the cross sword from falling off, but even so, the iron sword was still crumbling in his hand.

Seaman finally couldn't bear the nausea in his heart, so he put the cross sword back in his hand, picked up the wooden cross sword again and started swinging it. After he was almost done swinging it, he picked up the iron cross sword and started swinging it again.

It took Seaman several hours to repeat this action more than ten times.

After practicing, Seaman's body was already soaked with cold sweat, and his arms were extremely sore.

"It's still effective." Looking at the iron cross sword that was put back in its place, Seaman nodded.

After all his troubles, his acceptance of the iron cross sword has improved a little. At least when he holds the cross sword in his hand, the shaking level has been reduced. Although it is not much, it is an improvement visible to the naked eye.

As long as it's effective, it's enough to satisfy He-Man.