Chapter 71: King of Northland Assassins

Elliott's answer obviously exceeded the old man's expectations.

He stood there in a daze, his expression changed subtly, and at the same time he kept looking at the ranger who was lazily half lying on the sofa with the expression "Are you serious?"

It's a pity that the latter didn't look at him at all, he just stretched his waist, and coughed until he realized that the atmosphere was not right, "I want to exercise more."

For some reason, his confidence sounded somewhat lacking.

Also, although Elliot thinks he has many life-saving means, and the old man in front of him is also a senior who has retired for many days, the name of the Ninth Manor has always been thunderous in the ears of wanderers in the main material world.

It is the supreme sanctuary of the rogues.

If it is said that every thief who has escaped into the Shadow Realm is regarded as having entered the room in terms of assassination, then joining the Ninth Manor means that no matter where in the multiverse, others will not dare to underestimate your ability.

Maybe your level is not very high, and the body's ability to kill is not very strong, but the name of the Ninth Manor means weirdness, conspiracy, fine wine and poison... and countless terrorist-attacks (although at least half of the terrorist-attacks are forced to take the blame).

All in all, the Ninth Manor is the most sacred holy place in the eyes of rogues, thieves or rangers.

It is said that every wanderer who enters the Ninth Manor will complete a qualitative transformation.

This is something that other killer organizations cannot give.

It's not some kind of training, or some unique skill, but the core secrets of the Shadowlands that give this group of killers, schemers, or rangers a status above and beyond.

The reason why the Shadow Realm has been criticized by so many forces, but it has always stood firm, is also inextricably linked with the secrets guarded by the Ninth Manor.

Now, an opportunity to enter the Ninth Manor of the Shadow Realm was presented to Elliott, but he chose to refuse.

If it gets out, it may trigger riots among the rogues.

The tense atmosphere lasted for a long time.

"I understand."

The old man suddenly smiled, poured himself another glass of red wine, took a sip, and showed admiration: "I think I understand what you mean."

"Mr. Elliott, your evaluation in my heart has been raised to another level. Few people can refuse such a temptation at your age, which proves your self-confidence and determination."

The old man is full of praise and praise.

From the way he danced and praised Elliott, it was impossible to tell that this guy was also a legendary strongman who once bore the title of "Assassination King of the Northland".

Instead, he looked like a businessman selling condoms.

"Retirement wears down the will." Elliott thought in his heart, but his eyes did not dare to show contempt.

On the surface, although he maintains a mysterious smile and a relaxed body, this is actually his unique talent—in this state, he can switch between defense and offense at any time, even if this old man who calls himself Robert Sudden attack, he also has enough reaction time.

After experiencing the disaster that the plantation was held hostage by Sebalon, Elliott's thoughts quietly changed.

A conspiracy may be able to pull a thousand catties in four or two, and set off a huge wave with the power of ants, but in the face of absolute power, it is just a joke.

Elliott knew exactly what he wanted.

What he covets is not momentary glory, and he has no interest in the authority of the Shadow Realm.

All he wants is strength.

Entering the Shadow Realm now, they will definitely be cultivated by the higher-ups as the most outstanding conspirator route. With enough resources, the promotion speed will definitely be very fast.

But that's not what he wants. He knew that the Ninth Manor held another advanced route for legendary rogues—but no one had touched the qualifications for the trial for hundreds of years.

He was silently preparing for it, so entering the Shadow Realm for a short time was not a good idea.

But then again—

"Does this old man really understand what I'm thinking?"

"Why do I feel like he's talking nonsense..."

Elliot couldn't help complaining in his heart.

After a while, Robert finally stopped praising Elliott, and said seriously: "Whether you choose to enter the Shadow Realm now or not, you are still a member of the Ninth Manor."

"If you choose to stay in the main material world, in view of your special qualifications and status, we will give you a three-year period of freedom."

"During these three years, you can enjoy all the benefits from the Ninth Manor without doing anything..."

"No!" Eliot interrupted, "I want to do something."

"Although I have a part-time job as a conspirator, my essence is always a blood ranger. I don't reject power... I heard that the Ninth Manor has many commissions..."

Robert suddenly showed a comprehension look.

Young people are impatient, do you want to make commissions to earn commissions just after joining? Robert recalled how he was when he joined the Ninth Manor, and couldn't help shaking his head with a smile.

While shaking his head, he handed Elliot a secret scroll:

"This is an entrustment option that you can currently accept, please choose carefully."

"You don't need to return this thing to me. If you want to take on any mission, just print your ninth coat of arms on it."

"No, here you are..."

Speaking of which, he took out an intricately carved coat of arms from his coat pocket and threw it to Elliott.

It has Elliot's real name on it.

In this way, Elliott is a true free ranger of the Ninth Manor.

Elliot checked his ninth coat of arms with satisfaction, and only after confirming that there were no traps or curses on it, did he start to look at the mysterious scroll that was spread out.

The scroll needs the ninth coat of arms to open, and tasks of different difficulty are opened according to the level of the killers.

As soon as Elliot started it, he saw a highlighted super mission with the highest reward and the longest suspension!

【Clues to the God of Conspiracy】!

Elliott's eyes lit up!

This task seems to be open to everyone; as long as there is a real clue of the God of Conspiracy, one of the three secret rituals of the Ninth Manor will be rewarded!

You know, Elliott worked so hard to complete the trial task, which triggered the Wildfire City incident, and it was just enough to join the Ninth Manor and get a basic ceremony - [Enlightenment]!

And the three legendary secret ceremonies are even envied by legends outside the organization.

In history, there have been more than one unorganized legendary wanderers who lurked into the Ninth Manor and tried to steal the secret rituals of the Ninth Manor, but they all failed in the end.

There were a total of four people, three of whom died in the Ninth Manor; and the remaining one was the strongest, but he also left a left hand, so he managed to escape.

It can be seen how tempting those three secret ceremonies are to wanderers!

"The God of Conspiracy? Why haven't I heard of it?"

Elliott was a little puzzled.

Robert woke up from the memory, showing a look of disapproval:

"Ghost knows. I tried to investigate this mission when I was young, but there was no clue."

"The only thing I can tell you is, don't waste too much time on this. This task has been going on for at least a thousand years. It's so old that even the big figures in the shadow world can't handle it. Do you think you can complete it?"

Elliott nodded thoughtfully.

But he still asked a little stubbornly: "I'm just curious about the God of Conspiracy, a god I've never heard of before."

Robert touched his chin:

"It's normal for young people to be curious."

"As far as I know, the God of Conspiracy should be an angel of the first generation, and has a little blood relationship with the ancient god of stubborn stone. In the battle between Lannis and Purgatory, he chose to be neutral, and thus alienated by Lannis."

"In the era when the ancient gods fell, behind the rise of the law gods, there seemed to be his shadow of manipulation... But what is suspicious is that he is also an ancient god."

"I don't know when, the God of Conspiracy suddenly disappeared. Only very ancient inheritance knows that there was such a god in this world."

"He may have been reincarnated, he may have fallen, or he may have traveled to parallel universes... God knows what such a powerful ancient god is doing! You know, he is also a faction of our wanderers, and his actions are inevitable. No trace will be left."

"If you really want to investigate the God of Conspiracy, then you have to find someone first..."

Elliott's eyes lit up.

Robert jokingly said: "At present, the only relevant clue that can be found in the Ninth Manor is McCann, the God of the Treasure Box in the Kingdom of Heaven!"

"Mikan once claimed that he had a kit left by the God of Conspiracy before he left; unfortunately, he didn't have a good memory, so he put the kit in an unknown treasure box, and he threw those treasure boxes into the multiverse In every corner of the world, those who are predestined can naturally get the kit..."

Elliott asked, "What happened next?"

Robert shrugged: "In thirty years, the price of McCann's treasure chest has been raised seventeen thousand times! It is more expensive than the real estate in the core area of ​​Floating Void City at the peak of the Arcane Empire..."

"As for the kit... so far there is no trace. If you ask me, I'm afraid this is just another amazing marketing tactic by the God of Treasure Chests! It's worth mentioning that after the kit incident, the average wealth of wanderers in the entire multiverse Shrunk by four-fifths..."

Where is this marketing? It's clearly cutting leeks!

Elliott was speechless.

It's just that when he chanted the name of the treasure chest god, McCann, he always had an indescribable feeling in his heart.

"Forget it, let's play now!"

By coincidence, he took over that task with the Ninth Emblem.

Seeing this, Robert couldn't help curling his lips and didn't say anything.

The number of tasks that the Ninth Emblem can take on at the same time is limited, and members of Elliot's level can only take on three.

Immediately afterwards, Elliott began to carefully review the tasks that he was really capable of.

It's a pity that he is not interested in most of the small tasks, and the difficult tasks are too risky.

He has just completed a big conspiracy, and he plans to find some side dishes to refresh himself first, it is best to raise his blood ranger level first.

Not long after, he finally locked a mission!

【Investigate the death of Viscount Frandy! 】

[Mission Description: Not long ago, the appearance of Yutosan caused some chaos in the Shadowland. The Shadow Realm has a great influence, and the murderer will definitely not be easily let go. Unfortunately, the murderer is so cunning that he didn't leave too many traces. We need help, if we can provide the location of the murderer, we will get an unimaginably rich reward...]

[Mission Clues/Keywords]: Xiaocheng Song, Zijun Qi, Bingfengling...

"That's the mission!"

Elliot stretched, and finally moved his butt. With sharp eyes, Robert could clearly see a small granulation growing vigorously on his tailbone. It can be imagined that it will be in the shape of a tail in the future.

"Soon, I will have two more lives."

Elliott didn't hide his bloodline ability at all - he knew that it was useless to conceal it. The bloodline ranger's special ability was no secret, and the former Assassin King of the Northland would definitely be able to see it.

Robert smiled silently: "No, you always have three lives."

Elliott's expression froze for an instant.

Robert chuckled and patted Elliott on the shoulder.

"This mission is not bad, it's quite close. The small town of Song has been in the limelight recently. I heard that he appeared in the Zombie Swamp recently, but if you want to trouble him, you have to go to Bingfeng to get him."

Eliot put on his coat solemnly, bowed and said goodbye:

"I think so too."

"By the way, is there anything else I can do for you, Mr. Robert?"

Elliott said casually.

Robert thought about it seriously: "I heard that Bingfengling has a blue-tailed cat with a gentle temperament and is very suitable for domestication. As a lonely old man, if you can give me one, I will be very happy."

Elliot nodded: "No problem."

"Good-bye, then, Mr. Robert..."

Before he finished speaking, countless black figures rushed out from the corner of the room!

At that moment, Elliott's biological alertness was raised to the highest level!

Fortunately, these shadows didn't seem to be aggressive, they just stood there quietly, watching Elliot leave.

Elliott was a little taken aback.

Robert smiled kindly: "My babies are enthusiastic and shy, don't be afraid, they just want to send you off."

Elliot looked at the more than twenty cats of different breeds in the room, and his hair stood on end.

Finally, he left Robert's house silently.

Before leaving, he saw a black cat standing silently at the window, staring at him coldly, and licking its paw.

He also breathed on the window.

"The King of Assassins... really lives up to his reputation."

"I lay in the house all afternoon without noticing the existence of even one!"

"Are these guys really just cats?"

With these doubts, Elliot quickly walked into the snowstorm.

If he just asked casually before, then this time, he made a decision.

"Be sure to catch Mr. Robert a fine blue-tailed cat."

In the wind and snow, Elliott's whisper came.

"Also, the name of Xiaocheng Song is so weird and familiar?"

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