The Demon King Who Lost His Job

"Alice, what do you think?"

"Why did Samuel aim at us?" Alice frowned and was also very puzzled about this. "We did nothing bad, let alone offend Samuel. It stands to reason that we treat their princess It is their kindness to send it back."

"That's true, but it is true that Samuel seemed to kill us. Even the assassination team was sent out. This is very unreasonable." Merlin touched his chin, feeling that things were not that simple.

"Is there any misunderstanding?" Alice speculated tentatively.

"What misunderstanding can kill us? We don't seem to have done too much. If I complain about the elves' cooking is unpalatable, then it would be too humorous." Merlin spread his hands and felt the matter. It's a bit baffling.

Alice was lost in thought, thinking that it was abnormal for her group to be watched by the ambassador of the elves. She always felt that there was a secret dangling before her eyes, but she couldn't catch it.

"Could it be that we sent Shirley back?" Merlin looked at Alice, wondering what she thought.

"Huh!?" Alice was stunned, thinking it was possible, she had just sent Shirley back to the embassy and was assassinated at night, and this group of people were still elves, it was hard to believe that there was no connection.

"Or Samuel... is a bad guy?" Merlin narrowed his eyes and boldly said his thoughts.

Alice's eyes widened suddenly. Although Merlin was just guessing, it was not impossible.

If it is as Merlin guessed, isn't Shirley in danger?

Alice became nervous. She had always treated Shirley like a little sister, but didn't want her to have trouble.

"Merlin..."

"Huh?" Merlin looked at Alice in surprise.

"Let’s put the matter of going to the Strait of Dover on hold for now. Tomorrow, we will go directly to the elves’ embassy and ask the matter clearly.” Alice said seriously, if Samuel is a very dangerous task, then she She will definitely not leave Shirley alone.

Merlin raised her eyelids and thought for a while. If she thinks that Shirley has something to do, wouldn't her reward of 1 million gold coins also be lost?

After weighing the pros and cons, Merlin nodded and responded seriously.

"Well, I just meant it."

"Take a look at the elven embassy tomorrow!"

Later in the night.

Elf Embassy.

The magnificent corridor is dark and the bright red ground is long and winding.

Countless unknown oil paintings are hung on both sides, many of them are heroic figures of the elves.

Saran held a candle to lead the way, her expression under her black skin was not natural.

Samuel followed him in his nightdress, his face was a bit ugly, and he seemed to be awakened from sleep.

The two walked hurriedly, heading to the conference hall one after another.

"What's the matter? I was so anxious that I just lay down and called me." Samuel's tone was a bit irritable, and it was obvious that he was not very happy to be interrupted to rest.

"I'm very sorry, Lord Samuel, Shapron said that he has something very important for you, and I hope you will go to the conference hall right away." Saran explained patiently, without any intention of stopping.

"Is it important?" Samuel frowned and asked suspiciously, "What's the matter?"

"I haven't come to ask. Just now, Shapron wanted to see you anxiously, so I hurried over." Sharan said apologetically.

"Really..." Samuel didn't continue to ask anything, thinking that it should be a very important thing for Sharpron to ask to see him late at night, otherwise he wouldn't bother him so late.

The two turned around several corners and revived dozens of steps before finally reaching the embassy's conference hall.

Sharan quickly put out the candle in her hand and walked a few steps quickly to help Samuel open the door of the conference hall.

"Master Samuel, please come in, Sharpron has been waiting for a long time."

Samuel nodded and entered the conference hall.

Shalan also looked around vigilantly at the back, but she closed the door of the conference hall securely without finding any other people waiting.

The conference hall is very wide, but the light at this time is very dim, and only the weak candlelight can be removed to see something clearly.

Shapron was sitting in a chair drinking black tea with a serious expression, as if he had a lot of thoughts.

Seeing Samuel's arrival, Shapron's pointed ears moved and quickly stood up and bowed slightly.

"Master Samuel..."

Samuel walked up to Sharpron, looked at him with an anxious look, and asked seriously, "Seeing me in such a hurry, what happened?"

"This..." Sharpron looked to the side, there was another hot spot!?

Wearing a black robe all over, with a few wounds on his body, his expression was extremely horrified. Who else would be the surviving assassin!?

After learning the cause of the incident, Merlin and Alice really released the assassin, and did not take his life.

This made the assassin overjoyed, happily messed up, and directly began his own escape.

But this assassin was a bit unlucky, and as soon as he escaped from London, he ran into Sharpron who was checking the "Elves Crying" magic circle.

The two had big eyes and small eyes, everything was not serious, but the poor surviving assassin was captured by Sharpron.

The surviving assassin was tied up by the five flowers, kneeling on the ground shivering, feeling that he was dead this time, Lord Samuel has always been cruel, and he will definitely not let him go!

"Master Samuel, all the assassination teams we sent were killed, and only this guy survived." Sharpen said concisely.

Samuel understood the situation instantly, his eyes widened, his face was incredible, and he muttered to himself

"what……?"

"The assassination team we sent was wiped out!?"

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Chapter 36: Monthly Ticket Plus

Shapron's simple narrative shocked Samuel a lot, and a little bit unbelievable.

"real or fake?"

"It's true that the whole army is wiped out." Sharpron nodded, looking a little depressed.

Samuel looked at the surviving assassin who was kneeling on the ground, and seeing the embarrassed appearance, he was convinced.

It seems that the elite assassination team that I carefully organized is really dead, and only a waste of it!

But Samuel didn't understand, and the two adventurers were not powerful at all, that is, the high-level magic swordsman and an optional villager A.

Each of his dark elf subordinates is high-level, it must be easy to strangle these two Muggles.

But in the end, Ling Samuel was very surprised, completely unable to figure out how his subordinates sacrificed?

"How is it possible? Those two guys are very weak, the strongest is only the high-level magic swordsman, but our assassins are all high-level strengths, is it difficult to kill a magic swordsman together?" Shalan couldn't help it. So, he directly asked Shapron, thinking that what he said was false.

"It's true, this guy said it himself. There will be no falsehoods. When I found him, he was about to escape from London and didn't want to bear the responsibility for the failure of the mission." Sharpron looked at the kneeling assassin in a tone. Meaningful.

The surviving assassins must have been named themselves, and seemed to be scared of their courage.

His cold sweat was like a flood that opened the gate, crashing down, knocking his head frequently

"Go around... forgive me! Lord Samuel! Please don't throw me to feed the ghouls!"

"For the failure of the mission, I...I'm sorry, but I hope to give me a chance!"

"I have been with you for almost 100 years. There is hard work without credit!"

"You trash, you messed things up, and you still have the face to beg for mercy!? I think you are looking for death!" Shalan pointed at the assassin, and the magic of the holy rank suddenly surged in between, condensing into a black flashing light The ball seems to want to kill this waste on the spot.

Shapron's face was calm, forcing his eyes to remain silent, and he didn't mean to stop it at all, because this was normal, and failure was to pay the corresponding price, otherwise it would be difficult for Lord Samuel to convince the crowd.

"Go around... Give me life...!!!" The face of the surviving assassin suddenly turned pale as paper, and he was so scared that he backed away, but when he was tied up by the five flowers, he couldn't run away.

"Stop it..." Samuel finally spoke, and pressed Saran's arm down.

"Master Samuel! Damn this guy, there is no need to give mercy to this kind of waste." Sharan frowned and said, very puzzled by Samuel's behavior.

"Yeah, Lord Samuel, you can't be merciful right now. This guy hasn't completed the task you explained, and he has the thought of running away. I am afraid it will be difficult to convince the public if you don't kill." Shapron and Sharan have the same opinion, and the rewards and punishments are clear. It's normal.

"I know, calm down first..." Samuel closed his eyes slightly, and said lightly, making people unable to guess what she was thinking.

"Master Samuel!" Sharan and Sharpron protested in unison, feeling that Samuel's attempt to let go of the loser was inappropriate.

"Shut up! Do you want to rebel!?" Samuel frowned and yelled at the two henchmen, "Who is in charge of yours? You can tell me what I want to do!?"

"Don't dare..." Shalan put away her dissatisfaction and bowed her head slightly to express her respect.

Shapron stopped talking when he saw Samuel angry, worried that he would be punished.

"Humph!" Samuel snorted coldly and looked at the shivering assassin's subordinates on the ground. "Don't worry, I won't throw you to feed the ghouls. After all, you are my old subordinate."

"Thanks... Thank you, Lord Samuel! Thank you very much!" The assassin cried with joy, and stopped getting up when he buckled his head on the ground. The roller coaster from hell to heaven is simply not too exciting.

He felt that he was so lucky. He didn't expect that Lord Samuel was in a good mood today. He spared his life. It was obvious that the guys who failed in the past would be thrown to feed the ghouls, but he was the only one who let him go!

The assassin was grateful to Samuel at this time, and he didn't know what to say, and was completely kneeling.

"I have a few questions to ask you. How did you escape since the assassination team was wiped out?" Samuel asked curiously.

"I..." The assassin hesitated, thinking that he couldn't talk about betraying his master.

"I...I think the captain has died in battle, and I feel that the situation is not good, so I tried my best to escape from them!"