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"You really do have some strength. It looks like I've underestimated you, but you're not my opponent. Go die!" Pushkin's space bag flashed and a gold-level double-handed greatsword appeared in his hands, the tip of the blade lit up.

"Scorching Flame Slash!"

A powerful flame arced towards Ron.

"Bone Armor!"

Ron wasn't able to dodge in time. He had to use an Intermediate Necromancer skill to learn it. A layer of bone armor appeared on his body, rapidly growing and covering it in an instant.

"Boom …" A loud sound was heard.

Ron forcefully withstood the Fierce Flame Slash and spat out a mouthful of blood, flying far away.

"Ron!"

"Ron, are you all right?"

"I'm fine, hurry up and leave!" said Ron.

"NO!" "How can I leave you alone!" Catherine disagreed.

"Let's go!" We can't beat him! "

"No!"

"There's no need to leave. Stay here for me!" At this time, with a wild laugh, Pushkin pounced once more.

Seeing Pushkin lunge at him, Ron actually had a hint of a smile in his eyes.

"Tempering Bone Dagger!"

A green shadow suddenly flew out from Ron's arms. Pushkin couldn't dodge in time and was stabbed in the stomach. However, because of his tyrannical body, the 'Tempering Bone Dagger' naturally could not pierce him.

"Not good, this thing is poisonous!" After realizing he had been duped, Pushkin frowned.

At that moment, Ron, who had been injured, suddenly picked up Catherine and flew into the air, crashing down into the dark river.

Pushkin, who had been using all his battle-qi, was unable to move. He could only watch as they left.

"Damn it! They actually escaped! " Pushkin was extremely depressed. He had underestimated Ron's strength. He hadn't expected that a good-for-nothing Necromancer would be able to injure himself.

Especially that highly toxic dagger at the last moment, which had saved Ron's life. If Pushkin continued his pursuit, the poison on the dagger would spread throughout his body, and if he did not pursue them, he would have to let them go.

With regards to such a dilemma, Pushkin naturally chose to keep his life. After all, there was nothing more important than his own life.

Pushkin's wound was pitch black, and black poisonous blood continued to seep out, dripping onto the ground. However, this trifling poison was naturally not enough to stop Pushkin. After calming down, he quickly used his fire qi to disperse the poison.

"Clang!" With a clang, a bone dagger fell from Pushkin's body, landing on the ground with a crisp sound.

"Damn it, since when did this guy have a dagger on him?" Pushkin cursed in his heart as he bent down to pick it up. However, the moment his hand touched the dagger, it immediately dispersed in the wind, leaving no trace behind.

The "Poison Bone Dagger" was an attack formed from necromancy, not physical form.

"Disappeared?" Pushkin was stunned, "How strange, what exactly is this thing? Also, is the one who summoned the skeleton a Necromancer? "How can he be so powerful?"

Pushkin scratched his huge head, unable to make sense of the situation. After a long time, he forced a smile and said, "Let's go back. I'm afraid we'll be scolded by boss again!"

Pushkin's boss was the head of the Salter family, Jia Lie. He was known for being strict and strict, but in this storm, he had been ambushed by Kathleen and suffered some minor injuries. However, as a Grandmaster, he quickly recovered.

Salter family. Meeting hall.

The hall was already filled with people. The clan had been in existence for dozens of generations, and some of the more famous members of the clan had also come out. There was a corpse on the ground, and judging from its appearance, it belonged to Qiao Ding.

No one would have thought that such a big thing would happen in the family, and this was nothing at all. Most importantly, the two assassins were only at the "Scholar" level, and such a low level of strength was nothing in the eyes of those people, but it was precisely because of the fact that such a person had succeeded in his sneak attack and was able to escape with his life intact. This was no less than a fierce slap on the face of the Salter family.

Patriarch Jia Lie was about sixty years old and sitting in the middle like a god. He had an unfazed and mighty expression on his face, and was once one of the generals of Holy Empire who contributed greatly to their cause.

He was not worried about his injuries. That small wound had already been healed long ago, and he was not worried about Joding's death. He was only one of the successors, but there were too many people in the Salter family who were qualified to be the next Patriarch.

In his heart, he was very clear that what happened in the family today could not be hidden from anyone else. Not even a day later, the scandal of the Salter family would spread all over the streets of the imperial city. Just losing face alone would not be a big deal, but the real danger was whether the powers in the imperial city had underestimated the strength of the Salter family.

When Pushkin stepped into the meeting hall, dozens of pairs of eyes stared at him, causing him to shiver.

Pushkin's fat body swayed, and he walked up to Chief Jia Lie Li, his face full of smiles. But before he could say anything, Jia Lie Li had already taken the initiative to ask, "Where is he?" The cold voice was devoid of emotion.

"Ugh …" Uh... This... "This..." Pushkin stuttered for a long time, then gritted his teeth and said, "Lord Patriarch, your subordinate was incompetent and was taken away by those two assassins."

"What?" "He ran away?"

"He's simply useless!"

"A grand master level expert actually let two soldier level experts escape!"

The people in the meeting hall started clamoring, some of them were against the Jia Lie clan, while others took the opportunity to add insult to injury. Everyone knew that Pushkin was Jia Lie's youngest brother and his trusted aide.

The entire meeting hall was filled with noise, as if it was a market.

The corner of Jia Lie's mouth twitched.

"All of you, shut up!" He slapped his chair and said angrily, "Isn't it messy enough?"

With the strength of a master like Jia Lie Li, the voices in the crowd immediately quieted down. The words of the Jia Lie clan leader were still very useful in the Salter clan.

"Pushkin, resign your position as captain of the family's guard!" Jia Lie Li's voice sounded unhurried, but his tone sounded unquestionable.

"Yes, thank you, Lord Clan Chief!" Pushkin understood that his elder brother, as the clan leader, had already given him face. It was already very fitting of him to not immediately remove him from his post.

For example, the Salter family guards group had at least a few thousand people, in addition to the family members, it also included the guards of various businesses surrounding the family members. For example, the Salter family guards group, at least a few thousand, besides the family members, it also included the guards of various businesses surrounding the family members.

Pushkin did not say a word. After bowing, he automatically retreated to the last corner of the meeting room. No one was interested in looking at him again.

In the hall, there was only one person who cast a sympathetic gaze at him. She was the genius of the Salter family, Goliath. Pushkin had watched her grow up and had extremely good feelings for her.

Jia Lie Li looked around and asked slowly, "What exactly is going on today? Who knows the identities of these two people?

Right now, it was imperative to figure out what was going on.

"Reporting to the lord clan leader, I have something to say!" A tall and thin figure stepped forward. Jia Lie Li looked around and saw that the one who spoke was the Shotex, the Head Supervisor of the Salter clan. He was in charge of all the internal affairs of the clan.

Having married a woman of the Salter family, Shattrath was not considered a direct descendant of the family in Jia Lie's eyes, so he had always been unhappy with him.

"Speak!" Jia Lie Li said indifferently.

Sha Te Te cleared his throat and said, "Reporting to the clan leader, through me, we can determine the identity of the young lady who attacked you!"

"Oh?" Jia Lie slightly startled, surprised at how quickly Shuttle had found the news, after all it had just been a short time ago.

"Who is she?" Jia Lie Bi asked.

"She comes from an organization called 'Dark'!" "I found a brooch in the place where you were attacked. Based on the shape of the brooch, we can roughly deduce that it came from the Kingdom of Ebia. Its craftsmanship and design clearly illustrate this point!"

"The Kingdom of Ebia?" He finally remembered that about thirteen years ago, the Holy Empire launched a war against the Kingdom of Ebia. The war lasted for three whole years, and in the end, the kingdom of Ebia was defeated, and the king burned himself to death in the palace. From then on, the continent of Noah no longer had the kingdom of Ebia, and it was incorporated into the territory of the Holy Empire.

That war was fought with the patriarch of the Jia Lie clan as the commander. He commanded the long and drawn-out war, reaping great political benefits and thus becoming the Duke of Holy Empire.

One of the most famous organizations was the 'Dark'. It was said that they were descendants of the royal family of the Kingdom of Ebia and were specialized in opposing the Holy Empire. Needless to say, they were the ones who planned this assassination attempt, and as the former commander-in-chief of the 'Dark' organization, Jia Lie Ao was also one of the targets for the 'Dark' organization's assassination.

"Humph, so it's these Ebia's remnants!" Jia Lie heavily snorted, "It's been so many years, and they still haven't given up!"

The Kingdom of Ebia was an independent state a long time ago, even before the founding of the Holy Roman Empire. It had existed since the time of the ancient Roman Empire, and due to its strategic position being extremely important, the Holy Empire, despite the opposition of the surrounding countries, decisively dispatched troops to conquer this country, incorporating the territory of Ebia into the territory of the Holy Empire.

Holy Empire knew they were in the wrong, so they deliberately played down this matter, letting it fade into oblivion as time went by. As for the 'dark' organization, it didn't seem like much to Holy Empire, nor did it cause any big waves.

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