The Dark King

Du Dian raised his eyebrows slightly. He didn’t expect to find a job for himself just before he took office, but he dispatched ten members to kill'Mali Tai' at 7:15 tonight. A three-star alchemist must be sent among the members. Don’t fight the grass and scare the snake, and don’t let the target leave the hunting range."

"Target location, 12 Falkland Street..."

The content is short, and there is no redundant word except the task.

"The mission should be to kill'Mali Tai', but the number of people and the identity of the followers are specified..." Du Dian narrowed his eyes slightly. "This is about to let me deliver the meal. I'm going to see it in person. It's not convenient for you to kill this. What character is'Mali Tai'."

He wrote down the handwriting on the letter and burned it to prevent it from being found and revealing his identity. Although the handwriting above was not necessarily from the old pope, it was mostly written by his confidant.

"Eagle's eyes." Du Dean cried out as the ashes disappeared.

Ka, the door was pushed open, and Hawkeye walked in respectfully, saying, "What do you want?"

"Go and investigate, "Malitai" is the one who lives on Falkland Street," Du Dean ordered.

Hawkeye promised.

Soon after, Hawkeye returned to the room and respectfully said: "Adult, I have found it out. The current professor of history at Mali Tai, you said, is fifty-eight years old and was born in a declining family of knights. Grandpa used to be a silver knight. His family has 20 acres of land. His father has passed away. His mother lives in a small town in his hometown. He lives temporarily at No. 12 Falkland Street..."

Speaking of which, he paused, looked up at Du Dean, and whispered: "He seems to have an identity and is a naturalist."

Du Di'an didn't expect him to investigate this person's information so quickly, so he had to be surprised by the Dark Holy See's intelligence network, saying: "Naturalism? You mean the unbelieving natureism?"

"Yes." Hawkeye nodded respectfully. "Naturalism does not believe in the god of light, nor our great holy spirit. They always say blasphemous things like "materialism". They were low-key activities a few years ago. For the past two years It has become more and more frequent, and our ninth district has had several frictions with naturalism, but there has been no intense conflict."

"why?"

"Elder Kribi said that the Light Holy See wants to deal with them more than we do, and this bone is left to the Light Holy See."

Du Dean nodded slightly. In this way, Kribi was really not a person from the monastery, but he finally believed in the other side of the old pope, and gave his position to himself. The monastery did not need to be squandered to remove one. The true dark elder elder has helped one's own person come in. The sharpest sword is like this.

"Is there currently a Samsung-level alchemist in his spare time?" Du Dean asked.

Hawkeye thought for a while and said, "There are a few."

"Choose one from the inside and let him take nine people with me tonight to kill this Mali Tai and leave at six o'clock at night." Du Dean ordered.

Hawkeye was taken aback, "Are you going to kill him yourself?"

"Will know him, by the way, learn about natural teaching." Du Di'an said casually.

Hawkeye understood that, and dared not ask any more, Yingnuo retreated.

After Hawkeye left, Du Dean sat on the chair, thinking for a moment, suddenly thought of something, took out the animal glue mask and put it on his face. After all, he cannot always wear a mask in case someone imitates his body. Transmitting false orders at the head of the line will have unpredictable consequences, and the protective effect of the animal glue mask is also stronger than that of the mask.

It was useless before, because I was worried that it was coated with poison. Now that there is a rebirth spring sent by the Night King, I don’t have to worry about this, and I have previously told Eagle Eye that I have put on the animal glue mask. If it is poisonous on this long time ago, He didn't have a poisoning reaction, and most of his expressions would look a little different. After all, the only one who can touch the mask of animal glue except the monastery is only him.

A thin mask of animal glue was attached to the face, like a soft layer of skin, as if it penetrated into the pores. He looked in the mirror and clearly saw his appearance turned into another face. This glue The mask seems to have disappeared on the face. Only by staring attentively can you see the slight difference in the pores of the face.

He kneaded his face, and suddenly saw himself in the mirror changed like a plasticine that he could knead at will.

"It's amazing, I didn't expect the monastery to make such a thing." Du Di'an wondered, this thing can almost make him pretend to be anyone. In this era of weak detection, it is simply a crime. Artifact!

However, with this thing in front of the Tribunal, I was not disturbed by the punisher. Once the punisher intervened, with the strange ability of the magic mark, it was impossible to escape the tracking just by changing a face. After all, the face can change The smell in the pores is difficult to hide, unless other spices are worn all the time.

"If you play the old man, the voice doesn't sound like that, let's change a young face." Du Dian kneaded in the mirror.

Time passed quickly.

It was six o'clock in the evening.

Truen took nine friends to wait by the wagon outside the manor, turning his pocket watch from time to time to see the time, his heart was full of tension and excitement, his heart jumped violently for an afternoon, he did not expect that he could even be with the dark church The elder travels the mission together, it feels like a dream, and this time the mission is not difficult, he can fully express himself.

He understands that it is better to do well than to do well. If he can rely on the elder tree, he will get a little bit of improvement in the future, and he may be promoted again.

When he told this news to his friends, his friends were competing to give gifts to please, only to get a place to join the team, but also let him a little vanity, but in order not to affect his performance, He didn't choose the friends who are the same as Samsung's alchemist, but chose some friends whom he had met earlier and still hovering at the bottom.

As he waited nervously, two figures came out of the manor, and Truen looked up, his eyes suddenly lit up, and one of them recognized the famous eagle eye, the elder's personal secretary, even the five-star alchemist saw him , Will be polite and dare not neglect.

Thinking of this, Truen beat his heart fiercely, and his eyes fell on the young man beside the eagle eye. This is a handsome young man in his early twenties, with black hair, warm and dark eyes, and a slender figure with a unique temperament.

"Elder!" Truen stepped forward to salute in a low voice.

Du Di'an frowned slightly.

When Hawkeye saw it, he immediately blamed Truon softly, and said, "What is there, what to say, here is outside."

Truen was startled, his face pale, and he quickly put away the etiquette. He looked around humbly and said to Du Dean: "Yes, I'm sorry, I can't help myself..."

Du Di'an was too lazy to investigate, saying: "The people are all there, ready to go."

"It's all right," Truen said tremblingly.

Du Dean nodded and came to a carriage to sit down.

Hawkeye looked at Du Dean worriedly, "Is it really not necessary for me to accompany me?"

"No, go back." Du Dean closed the door.

Truen returned to the carriage and gave his friends a wink, and they all quickly got on the carriage.Truen whispered to Du Dean in the carriage: "Shall we leave now?"

"Ok."

Truen immediately drove the carriage and left the manor.

After the carriage entered the city, it deliberately detoured several streets before driving into Falkland Street.

Soon, the carriage stopped at the gate 12 of Falkland Street. Truen jumped out of the carriage and came to Du Dean's carriage. He said, "I'm here, do you want to do it now?" The tone was full of respect. He made mistakes when he met. His heart was full of anxiety, and his speech was more respectful and low-spirited.

Du Dian pushed open the car door and looked up at the tall building in front of him. There were two figures in the tall building, one was busy doing things, seemed to be a servant, and the other was sitting in a posture that should be Mali Tai.

"You clean the site first, and don't let the Light Holy See find traces." Du Di'an explained: "When I come out, do it. In addition, no one is allowed to enter without my permission."

"Yes." Truen smiled respectfully.

Du Di'an didn't go to see his smile, and then strode to the entrance of Mali Tai's house, knocking gently.

Soon, the door opened and an ordinary middle-aged woman in a maid costume looked at Du Dean suspiciously, "Are you?"

"I'm looking for Mr. Malita." Du Di'an smiled.

"Then you come first, Mr. Marley is in the study on the second floor. I'll call you." The middle-aged woman glanced at Du Di An Junxiu's face, opened the door, and took out clean slippers to Du Di An.

Du Di'an put on slippers and came to the living room. He was surprised to find that the living room was surrounded by bookcases and books.

"Mr. Marley will come down in five minutes." The middle-aged woman went downstairs and poured tea to Du Dean.

Du Dian said thank you and took the tea and waited quietly.

The middle-aged woman wiped her side with a rag and cleaned it, and looked at Du Dean from time to time.

Du Di'an suddenly felt that he shouldn't have kneaded his appearance so handsomely, it was too striking.

Five minutes passed quickly, and footsteps came from the building. An old man with black and white hair and a spine camel came downstairs and looked at Du Dean on the living room sofa at the armrest. He was puzzled, but when Du Dean was dressed well, he walked. When he came over, he pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose and said, "Are you?"

Du Dian smiled slightly and said, "Hello Mr. Marley, for the first time, I am the elder of the ninth district of the Dark Holy See."

The polite smile on Malité's face suddenly froze, a little dazed.

There are two reasons why he was stunned. The first is that he had never heard of the dark church in Tibet, and he would so officially introduce his identity to others as if he did not come from the dark church, but from a knight. Palace.

The second is that I did not expect that the people of the Dark Holy Court were sitting in front of me like this, and they were still elders.

"Dark Holy See?!" At that moment, a stunned voice sounded next to it. It was the middle-aged woman who was cleaning. She looked stunned and stared at the handsome young man on the sofa, her eyes were unbelievable.

But soon, great fear came out, and she responded, just about to open her mouth to call out loudly, and there was a pain in the neck and neck in vain. The sight suddenly turned black and fell down, and blood spattered from her neck and neck. Spread quickly on the ground.

Du Dean raised his arm and seemed to pinch something between his fingers, but it was gone.

Also missing was the white saucer under the tea cup that the middle-aged woman handed him.

The dish is red.

Du Di'an did not squint, still smiling at Malite in front of him, his gentle eyes seemed to have a force in the depths, which pressed on Malite's mouth, making him open his mouth slightly, but could not speak.

"You, you!" Malite's body shook slightly, his face pale, and he turned to glance at the middle-aged woman who fell to the ground. His eyes flicked back in shock, turning to look at Du Dean angrily, clutching tightly. With fists, it seems to be restraining, and it seems to be afraid, biting the teeth and saying: "What the hell are you doing?!"

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