"Hello, traveler."

After saying goodbye to Yinji and Noel, after accepting the apology and thanks from Molingewe, I and Xinghua continued to embark on a journey back to Wanye Kingdom to worship Rinsret. Just as I walked out of the parliamentary camp and came to the outside street, a strange and magical voice called me.

I looked down at the sound and saw a man covered in his cloak sitting quietly in the shadow of no sun. He had a dead grass on the corner of his mouth, and a pair of light brown elf ears came out of his cloak, just like the color of his skin.

Seeing that he was not like an ordinary person, I bent down and asked him, "Why are you so sure that I am a traveler, not a local resident?"

The elf stretched out his slender fingers, gently lifted up his hood that covered his face, and then exposed his clear and slender eyes, staring at me with a free and evil look.

"Maybe you belong to Wanye Kingdom, but you don't belong here." The corner of his mouth, which was holding the grass root, moved slightly, and a few words fell as calm as smoke.

This is true.

If he refers to the Provisional Government of Wanye Kingdom in the Huiying Valley, then I really don't belong here.

What I belong to is the Wanye Kingdom with green fields, clear blue sky, green forests, and sacred trees.

And this country no longer existed when Jin Yu swung that punch.

"Who are you?" Given the subtle amount of information between his words and his outfit that looked different from ordinary people, I began to be curious about his identity.

He pulled his hood down and returned to the shadow again, then slowly floated out, "I'm just a killer, I'm just a killer, to call you to give you a piece of advice."

Killer?

When this noun appears in my mind, I think of someone at the first time.

The mist believer.

The young man in front of him, except for his race, skin color and appearance, almost all his characteristics are exactly the same as those of the Mist believer.

Whether it is the action of holding grass roots, the habit of hiding in the shadows, or the way of speaking, it is simply another fog believer.

However, maybe this is the assassin's professional habit.

After all, he is not the only one who can do these actions.

So I squatted down and looked at the elf in my hood, "Advice? What advice?"

A faint shadow was shrouded in his face, which isolated the sight I wanted to look at him. The magical voice floated out of the cloak again, "Someone wants to buy your life."

Buy my life?

However, this is the game world, and even if I really die, I will still be resurrected.

This is meaningless, isn't it?

So I wondered, "Who wants to buy my life? Is that person who wants to kill me the one?"

He laughed after hearing my question.

The laughter is not magical, but it is still very penetrating.

"I said, if I told you, I don't have to stay here anymore." His voice was filled with an unsatisfactory smile, "I just expressed my purpose here very clearly - to give you a piece of advice, that's all."

"But... even if someone wants to kill me, it doesn't make sense to me." I said my thoughts, "After all, I am a player, and I will be infinitely resurrected even if I die."

The elf shrugged after hearing what I said, "Maybe, my advice has been delivered. As for whether you take it to heart or not, it has nothing to do with me."

His voice fell to the ground, and then the body disappeared with the shadows in the corners of the wall.

Only one such sentence left behind was left to make me think deeply.

"This elf... has extraordinary strength." Xinghuan, who had not spoken just now, said slowly when he saw that the man had left.

I stood up and looked at Xinghuan, and said in surprise, "Even if you say that, I must be of the same level as you."

"I don't have the attainments in spells and swordsmanship, because those things cannot be observed without taking action. What I mean is the aura he emits." Xinghuan stretched out his hand and rubbed the shadows on the rough wooden wall, with a deep tone.

"Aura?" I was a little unable to understand the meaning of this word, because the brain's search for this word only has some clips of martial arts novels.

Xinghuan turned around and looked at me a little, "What, don't you understand?"

I nodded.

"Well...simply put, it is the appearance of his confidence in his powerful strength." His hand continued to stay on the wall, "This kind of thing that comes from his heart cannot be pretended."

"However, the aura of a strong person will generally be different due to his or her mood." Xinghuan said, "For example, because I like to travel around and enjoy the world, I usually don't have any external things, so the so-called aura will not be too obvious."

"Yes, when I first saw you in that mountain settlement, I felt like a beggar, looking almost the same as an ordinary person." I nodded and agreed with Xinghuan's explanation.

"That's right." He smiled," and the elf who claimed to be a killer just now, the aura he emitted was not as powerful as that... I think you should have more or less felt this."

Thinking of his demonic voice, I nodded subconsciously.

"So according to my conclusion... this elf may not be a killer, but someone else." Xinghuan turned around and leaned gently against the wooden wall, with a serious expression.

"But to mention it, Changye." Xinghuan raised his head and stared at me, "What kind of ties have you formed? Someone will buy your life?"

"No, I won't say that I will buy your life. Why are there such a strong man here to inform you? The key is the key." Xinghuan looked question marks, not understanding what I had done.

"Hey, my life is very important, okay? Please don't just mention it all, thank you." I was a little bit black and didn't know how to answer this person.

"Besides, if you ask me, I don't know what kind of conflict I have ever formed. At most, I just washed a player's account with Rin Slater...." As I said, I suddenly realized something.

Wait a minute... Could it be?

Is the mist believer?

"It seems that you have found the answer." Xinghuan showed a dismal smile and patted my shoulder with some hypocrisy.

"No, no." I took away Star Ring's hand, "It could not be that person."

Because the fog believer will never do it himself, buying murder is not like he will do it.

unless……

Unless his current strength is much worse than me after being scrubbed, and he is afraid of being scrubbed again, he will hire someone to kill me.

Yes, it's not impossible.
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