Chapter 166 165.Finally Found the Mission Target

"It's a pity that such a useful shit stirrer can only be used once."

If there hadn't been that berserker, Mo Cheng would have most likely persuaded Margaret to take the lycanthropic mother and daughter back to the civilian area, and go alone to find out the news.

He has many things that Margaret cannot know, and the effect of [Seventy-two Transformations] allows him to exert the greatest effect only when acting alone.

The body shapes are constantly changing along the way. There are heavy armored guards with heavy shields, magicians wearing mage robes, and adventurers with swords on their backs. Often, with just a blink of an eye, the image that once appeared in front of others will disappear without a trace.

When he reached the road that was once guarded and not allowed to pass, Mo Cheng clung to the edge of the wall. At the same time, all the colors on his body faded, blending into the surrounding environment as if he were invisible.

[Seventy-two Transformations] can definitely change not only the body, but also the color of the body, and Mo Cheng can also feel that [Seventy-two Transformations] has many undeveloped methods.

But it is also difficult for Mo Cheng to develop skills, because he needs a set of methods that meet the standards of most people in this world to explore the world, and he can do research and development by borrowing the values ​​​​and various data of this system.

In other words, he may need to work part-time as a magician and rely on the magic system of this world to study his own abilities.

"The mage profession is so troublesome."

In [Foreign Land], Mo Cheng also tried to create an alt account, and the profession he chose was naturally the most popular magician. However, after he passed the entrance examination of the magician academy, he quietly returned to his role as a monk. Number.

The entrance exam for the Master Academy is not difficult. It tests calculation ability, multi-dimensional model construction, sense of space, and some miscellaneous subjects that can be matched with the school curriculum.

At that time, Mo Cheng still remembered that he received an admission notice from a mage college with a good salary with full marks, but he did not accept it and immediately went offline and deleted his account.

Playing [Foreign Land] is to relax and release stress, but it is obvious that the profession of mage makes Mo Cheng once again face the classroom life that he absolutely does not want to recall during game time.

He had to face all kinds of weird things in class, and the teacher's twists and turns of torturous questions were enough to annoy him. Mo Cheng definitely didn't want to face the Mage Academy's high school-like learning atmosphere again when he was relaxing in games.

According to his level of education, Mo Cheng knew that he could become a mage in terms of basic knowledge, and there was no problem with his qualifications. The only thing he needed to worry about was probably how to sneak into the Winterhold Magic Comprehensive Academy to attend classes. .

As a glorious priest, his status is naturally not suitable for getting too close to the mages.

Putting aside the issue of ability development for the time being, Mo Cheng synchronized the colors on his body with the different items he came into contact with, and soon felt some unique atmosphere in the air.

Thanks to having dealt with [Yu Ming Thirteen] three times, he has a very good understanding of the aura and some characteristics of the Rakano Magic Monk. At least on the Koyre continent, as long as he gets close to him, the Magic Monk is like bread to him. The white porridge in the dish is eye-catching.

"Oh, I found it."

As expected, this group of prison escapees from Satoya are hiding in the sinking area. Mo Cheng took a look at their hiding place. Judging from the size of the house and the decoration outside the door, the person who arranged their accommodation was of high status.

Mo Cheng slowly approached the room where the magic monk's aura came from, while carefully avoiding many warning devices.

Although Mo Cheng, a monk who once worshiped the [Shadow Sect], the most common thing he did was to rush into a fortress where many troops were stationed, and then kill the fortress commander in public, and then [clean] the entire fortress. .

Assassination? Kill everyone who has seen me, then no one will know I've been here.

Isn't this an assassination?

Even among the [Shadow Sect], he is a relatively heterogeneous existence, but this does not affect his understanding of the limit distances of various warning devices and the operation of alarm barriers.

Although he rarely uses the skills of sneaking, assassination, and sneak attacks, he is not unproficient in them.

Approaching the house, the first thing he heard was a heartbreaking cough. Mo Cheng frowned and looked up at the second floor where the sound came from. Although the window was open, it was obvious that he couldn't approach directly like this.

After Mo Cheng looked around for a week, he jumped onto the tree facing the second floor window and transformed into a branch.

Monitoring the magic monk in the room, and at the same time searching for the ninjas lurking everywhere through the high-altitude vision, to a certain extent, Mo Cheng and the ninjas could be considered companions.

"Well, if I remember correctly, the ninjas of Ura Takano should be called [Feather Clan]. They take the peacock feathers behind the [Peacock King] worshiped by Ura Takano, and secretly wipe away the filth for the sake of the glorious image of Ura Takano. Cleaner.”

The magic monks in Ura Takano are troublesome, but their ninjas are not as famous and powerful as those in [Koga] and [Iga]. But for a profession like ninja, the ability to escape is top-notch.

If Mo Cheng wanted to kill these people, ninjas would definitely have to deal with them first.

"About seven ninjas, except for one [Ling] level leader, the others are not enough to cause trouble."

Just as Mo Cheng was thinking about how to kill seven ninjas at once in the shortest time, the magic monk in the room finally finished coughing, and the warrior next to him quickly brought a glass of water.

"Fujiya, what's going on today?"

"Master, the group of people we met before will come to visit today. At the same time, the earl who helped us has been sending people to try to contact us."

"Ask a ninja to contact the count. You don't need to do anything." The magic monk slowly drank the water. "As long as we are not found in the dark, the remaining people will not be discarded after use. That's right. We have done what we have done, and we have paid the life of Naraka, and we deserve it."

After saying that, the magic monk asked again: "When will those people come?"

"We are already here, the heathens from across the ocean."

The expression of the samurai named Fujitani changed, and he drew his sword and struck somewhere in the room, but before that, there was already a deadly sickle across his shoulder and neck.

The long-handled scythe reflecting the dim light told Fujitani that this rare weapon would really be like the scythe of death, taking away his head and life together.

"Fujiya, don't lose your etiquette and come back."

Listening to the magic monk's order, Fujitani put away the knife, not caring at all that the sickle on his shoulder and neck would kill him.

After bowing slightly and saying "I'm sorry", he returned to stand behind the magic monk.

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