C4

Werther would train his body during the day and meditate during the night, tempering his innate energy to circulate around his limbs and bones. Every day, he could feel the growth of his zhenqi and the improvement of his strength. After breakfast that morning, the butler, Hobbes, slowly came over and bowed. Werther put down his knife and fork, this butler was very mysterious to him, he could barely see him every day, but he seemed to be everywhere, everything in the house was under his watch, he himself practiced martial arts and watched from the sidelines, this sudden formal greeting must have something important to say.

Hobbes was also very curious about this young master. This young master had trained himself to the point of self-mutilation for a year and had improved greatly in every aspect of his body, almost reaching the standards of a beginner swordsman. Such a rate of improvement was rare even in large clans with strong foundations, but now that the body had become strong, how could it not produce any dou qi? This question really puzzled him.

The butler smiled, "Young master, what do you think of the life here?" Werther blinked. "Very good." A smile appeared in Hobbes's eyes again. "I'm afraid this will be the end of my good days." "Open a letter and hand it to him." He had just received a letter from the baron. The war in the north had temporarily ended. The baron had been transferred to the capital to be promoted to a viscount. The lord has sent a letter asking me to take you, young master, to live in the capital. " "Oh." Werther thought for a moment. "When are we leaving?" The sooner the better, the day after tomorrow. "

Early in the morning, as the sun broke through the mist, a light travel carriage quietly left the quiet town of Wina. Werther and Hobbs were the only two people in the carriage. Hobbs acted as the coachman, while Werther sat quietly in the carriage. All the servants and chefs were left in the town. It would take about a month or so to travel from Wina Town to the capital city. The journey from Wina Town to the capital city would take about a month or so to travel through three provinces.

Half a month later, the two of them had already passed through the province of Bourbon, where Wina Town was located, and entered the province of Kent. Another half a month would be enough for them to reach the capital, Dawn. In the evening they stopped at a small town, and the next day they were going through a jungle. Hobbs drove the carriage slowly. Werther hid inside and meditated. The bumpy ride was really unsuitable for him to meditate, so he could only close his eyes and concentrate on the flaws in his martial arts to make up for. Ye Zichen suddenly frowned. He didn't know why, but he felt a bit uneasy.

Hobbes suddenly got into the car, pulled him out without a word, said something to himself, and the two of them floated in the air. The combat power and magic of this world were really magical, they could actually lift a person off of the gravitational pull. If he were to cultivate by himself, he could at least condense Jindan (Golden Elixir) and refine a few Dharma treasures, relying on external forces. If he wanted to fly purely with his body, he would need to reach the advanced Immortal Soul stage.

Suddenly, a huge fireball flew out from the forest to the side. It was a full ten feet in radius, and it landed on the carriage. The two horses didn't even have time to cry out before they were reduced to ashes along with the carriage. Werther's first reaction was, "Someone is attacking!" Hobbs carried him through the air and headed straight for the forest.

Werther groaned. "Don't tell me this world doesn't have a commandment to keep you out of the woods?" Hobbes pulled out a thin sword. He didn't dare to let go of Werther, afraid that the assassin would take the opportunity to harm the young master. So he held him tightly and thrust the sword forward.

A trembling voice came from the forest, "Sword Saint!" Another voice scolded, "No! He flew up on magical tools, you idiot! " Then, someone else chanted an incantation. Two more fireballs formed in the air and shot towards Hobbes. The corners of Hobbes' lips curled up in a mocking smile. He suddenly raised his hand and a thin sword flew into the air. With a "pa" sound, it seemed as if glass was shattered on the ground. A boundary suddenly manifested and broke into pieces. One of the men in black stood there, stunned, "This is impossible, how did you see through my Invisibility Barrier!"

Hobbes let out a cold laugh, and with an indescribable malevolence, he said, "I'm sorry, but I was born sensitive to the fluctuations of magic!" This man in black was one of the more unpopular classes in the world — Assassin, or Thief. This profession was born to live in a dark world, engaging in conspiracy to steal, assassinate, and so on. According to what Werther had said in his previous life, it had the potential to be a terrorist.

Even though this profession was one of the few, it had always been looked down upon. It was just a bunch of rats that only dared to walk in the dark corners. Each Thief had a Thief's Badge, a product of magic alchemy. As long as they channeled their battle spirit into the badge, a barrier would automatically be formed, allowing the Thief to enter stealth mode, the higher the rank, the thicker the battle spirit, and the stronger the barrier, the more solid and hidden it would be. This Thief had already reached the standard of an assassin, and the barrier created by a Bronze Swordsman was almost impossible for a Magic Scholar to see through.

Seeing that the assassin had yet to recover from his shock, Hobbes explained in a kind tone, "Your battle spirit is not bad, but the magic ripples in the barrier are too great. Ah, humans, you're always so conceited. Even the most powerful of the Shadow Assassin races, the Phantom Assassin, could only turn its body into a blur. How could it overturn the fundamental laws of the material world? Seeing that you have been entrusted by others to kill us, I will give you a chance. As long as you reveal who the mastermind is, I can spare your life. "

The assassin suddenly reacted and shouted, "You want us to sell out our employers? "Don't even think about it!" He held a three-inch dagger in his hand, and with a burst of metal wind, he rushed forward. At the same time, that fire magus in the forest revealed himself. Wielding a staff in his hand, he began to loudly chant the praise of the Sovereign of Fire. Another large fireball appeared on his staff, and it smashed over in an instant. That mage had obviously reached the realm of a Supreme Mage. After releasing the fireball, he shouted, "Flaming Territory!" A great fire suddenly raged within a few meters of Hobbes, trapping Hobbes and Werther inside. In this way, it was tantamount to cutting off their retreat, forcing them to receive the attacks of an assassin and a mage.

A disdainful smile was still plastered on Hobbes' face as he watched the assassin pass through the flame barrier. However, he didn't sustain any injuries, and a short dagger came piercing over. Hobbes suddenly shouted, "Spear of Darkness!" With a swish, it flew directly through the assassin's chest, bringing with it a streak of blood-red light. The assassin used his hand to cover his heart, his eyes were filled with disbelief, he wanted to speak, but he only coughed out a few mouthfuls of blood before falling to the ground and not moving.

He had always thought that this guy was a swordsman, but who knew that he was a dual mage and mage, moreover it was the infamous dark magic on the road of cultivation. If he had known in advance, he wouldn't have died such a miserable death.

The fire mage had been smug. Just as he was about to complete his task, a dark spear stabbed the Bronze Swordsman to death. There was no room for him to react. He froze on the spot. Hobbes let out a light sigh. "How can a magus be so absent-minded in battle?" With a gentle wave of his right hand, he shouted in a low voice, "Devour of Darkness!

Suddenly, his body emitted a black light. As if he had a mind of his own, he pounced on the flame barrier. He actually forcefully devoured the fire from the fire magic, leaving no traces behind. Whilst Hobbs was casting magic, Werther was also extremely shocked in his heart. The so-called dark magic was in fact the control and application of the dark energy, and in the eyes of the cultivators of his past life, it was nothing more than a type of extreme yin energy, one of the few extreme elemental energies in the world.

There were at least over a thousand methods of cultivating Yin Qi in the memories left behind by the Demon Lord. Werther laughed in his heart, "It seems that although my body is unable to produce Dou Qi, I can rely on this method to drive Yin Qi. Occasionally, I'll be able to strut around with the Dark Mage."

During the time the mage was stunned, Hobbes' eyes suddenly turned ashen, and he stared at him. Within the ashen light, there seemed to be countless ghosts wailing and struggling, and Hobbes' voice also became illusory, "Who sent you to assassinate Master Roland? "Speak!" If there were other mages present, they would definitely be shocked and shout out, "Spirit Plunder! It's an advanced necromancy magic of the seventh step! " It was a pity that Werther didn't know much about magic. This butler Hobbs was really a secretive person. Not only was he proficient in dark magic, he had also reached an extremely high level in the cultivation of necromancy. The other fire mage had already lost his consciousness, but no one could recognize such a high-level and dangerous spell.

The mage's eyes glazed over as if he was struggling with himself, but he was immediately controlled by Hobbes. He slowly said, "My companions and I were entrusted by the hitman association with the reward of five thousand gold coins for killing the boy from the Roland family. I don't know who issued the mission." Hobbs asked again, and the answer was the same. He flicked his finger and said softly, "Magic counterattack!" The mage's entire body suddenly ignited in flames. The flames were blazing fiercely, and in a short while, he was burnt to ashes.