Ten days ago, the magic academy began to research a healing spell, which required the use of quite a few human organs every day. This kind of research that blasphemes the dead is not very good to put in the daytime, it is easy to be known by most of the trainees, so all of them are carried out at night. So every day at nightfall Asa would haul a load of corpses and organs from the west side of the city and send them into the magic academy in the center of the king's capital.

  These nightly trips were also very eye opening for him. Being in the king's capital for two months now, he had never been out at night. He thought that the night in every place was the same as in his hometown, silent, with the occasional few sounds of chickens and dogs barking. If it was a moonless night, he must bring torches and lanterns with him in case he stepped into a dung pit in the paddy field or fell and couldn't get up until the next day when he was carried back.

  What lights up the night in the capital is not the moon in the sky, but the countless street lights. The lights and clamor of the taverns would continue into the early hours of the next morning. Dazzlingly dressed women stood by the side of the road and greeted passersby warmly, and drunks walked by crookedly, occasionally rushing into the alleys in a fit of vomiting. Luxurious carriages galloped by, stopping in front of mansions and stepping off or picking up a few noble men and women.

  The people here at night all seem to have endless energy and money. Songs, dances, wine, food, banquets, trying everything to keep themselves stimulated and happy, as if tomorrow was the end of the world, not hesitating to trade all their lives tonight for a tiny bit of crazy pleasure. Asa didn't know why these people had this delusion.

  But he didn't want to find out. Even walking these same streets every day, he felt completely out of place here, as if he were stepping into a strange world ruled by unknown creatures. The people here also ignored his existence, and even if the occasional drunkard stopped him to look for trouble, once they saw his face, they immediately ran away with a crawl.

  Every day he went back from the magic academy very late. He had to wait for the research to finish and write down the organs and limbs he would use the next day.

  The location of the Duke's mansion was not far from the Magic Academy. Every night he would pass by there.

  It had been half a month since Yi returned. But the wanted was still wanted, and the capture by the royal capital's guards had become a routine matter.

  Is it because she didn't explain to father? Or does she think I deserve to die too? Does she know that I actually caused her injury? Am I just going to be a wanted man for the rest of my life? It's been a depressing time for Asa.

  Last night's research went on for a long time and didn't finish until the wee hours of the morning. Asa took the list, dragged the empty car, and walked the empty streets. The only lot in the entire royal capital that was quiet was the lot around the Magic Academy. Those people, no matter how crazy they were, wouldn't dare to be crazy enough to go over the head of the church.

  Some distance away from the Duke's mansion, he saw two luxurious carriages, dressed in gorgeous five men and one woman standing outside the carriages, and noisy noises coming from them.

  This is a common scene in the night of the king's capital, Asa also did not care, and continued to walk in the darkness by himself. It wasn't until he got closer, by the light of the carriage's fire, that he recognized the woman.

  It was the same one he had seen in the caravan escorting Yi, next to Kravis, with the same smiling eyes, light and thin lips, and about the same looks as Yi, probably her sister.

  Now, her sister is wearing a set of flashy and somewhat exaggerated clothes, her hair pulled back in a pattern that is more exaggerated than the clothes, and she is arguing with a few young men who are known to be aristocrats just by their clothes. As she spoke, she seemed about to head for the Duke's mansion, when Pigtails took her hand, as if begging her, and she turned around and continued to speak loudly, and a loud slap was thrown in Pigtails' face. The pigtail was enraged and the two fought against each other.

  This is a common scene at night in the royal capital, the young men and women of the nobility are always fighting somehow, probably because they have nowhere to vent their energy. It was also considered a usual feature of their lives. Asa was still minding his own business, walking down the street in the shadows.

  The dreadlocked girl seemed annoyed and hit her quite hard, and unlike her sister, she went down with a few punches to the head. A few of the men held her up, Braid seemed to be the leader of the men and ordered them to carry her to the car, a few of the men hesitated and Braid yelled at them.

  Asa had walked across the street from them and heard them clearly, the pigtail said: "What are you afraid of? I now have her on, can the Duke still eat me? He'll be disgraced if he makes a scene, and he'll have to marry this bitch to me."

  Whether this is a common scene or not, it can't be ignored. Asa suddenly shouted, "You guys put her down, I'm going to the Duke's mansion to call someone." Generally speaking, this kind of people were thieves, so they would escape by scaring them.

  But these few obviously aren't people who can be generally speaking, and also don't think they are being thieves, their hearts are naturally not weak. Pigtail angrily righteous roar: "Who is it?" The horseman on the cart shook his torch and said, "Looks like the hunchbacked assistant of that old man Sandro on the west side of town." Asa was now a celebrity, in whatever capacity.

  The pigtail stumbled over, waving his hand to Asa and said, "Don't be afraid, come here, I'll tell you" As he got closer, Asa just smelled a whiff of alcohol, the pigtail suddenly pulled a dagger out of his pocket and stabbed him hard in the chest, yelling, "I told you to call someone. "

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  Halfway through the stabbing of the knife, Pigtail felt a tightening of his wrist, and with a twist, his hand seemed to be gone. A sharp pain that he had never experienced in his life pushed a scream from the bottom of his heart to the back of his throat, but a well-timed dull pain in the knot of his throat knocked it back again. In the end, he could only let out a grunt from between his noses similar to a pig's grunt before being suffocated, and then fell to the ground and convulsed.

  The first twisted wrist was purely a reflex, the second cut his throat with the edge of his palm was a last resort. Compared to these guys, he was still weak, afraid of being discovered by the people of the Duke's mansion.

  A few other men saw the situation will want to come over to help, but was two carriages on the coachman drank stopped: "You are not a rival, do not go over." The two carriage drivers drew their long swords from their waists and rushed over together.

  As soon as Asa took a look at the posture of the two carriage drivers drawing and holding their swords, he knew that it wouldn't be just ordinary carriage drivers. Dodging the two swords, the cripple couldn't pretend anymore, his back didn't dare to hump, and he pranced and dodged with all his might. These two are actually quite powerful swordsmen, probably pigtail's bodyguards or something.

  Finally found an opportunity, Asa rolled and crawled to narrowly protrude from the two people surrounded, pulling off the cloak on the body towards the nearest one of the swordsman threw.

  The swordsman sliced the cloak into two pieces with one smooth stroke of his sword. As expected, he was a very experienced warrior and didn't dodge and retreat. The important thing in such a dominant situation was to close in on the opponent and not let him or her have a chance to catch his or her breath and adjust.

  After slicing through the cloak, the swordsman saw a cloud of red light in front of him. Before he could understand what it was, the fireball exploded on the bridge of his nose.

  It was just a beginner's small fireball, not very powerful, just about the equivalent of a couple of oversized firecrackers tied together, never going to blow your head off, more than just blowing your nose to bits.

  There was a bang. The shower of sparks that burst from the swordsman's face looked very pretty in the darkness, and the swordsman fell straight down in a nice backward motion.

  Asa picked up the half piece of cloak on the ground and threw it at the other swordsman cleaving his head. At the same time his hand shot up and swung, and he chanted loudly under his breath in the tones of an incantation. In reality it was a vernacular phrase that the dwarves of his homeland used to curse their mothers. At his level he simply couldn't use magic continuously.

  The swordsman hurriedly lowered his head, shortened his body, and rolled backwards in a clean roll. Just as he got up, he realized that the half of the cloak had followed him and flew in front of him, and one of them suddenly darted up and bumped into his chin. Then he clearly heard a crisp bone cracking sound coming from there, and with a miserable scream, fell to the ground.

  To actually put down two swordsmen like that, Asa felt a bit incredulous himself. After not moving his muscles for so long, his hands hadn't slowed down in the slightest.

  He walked towards the wagon, and when the firelight was able to illuminate his face, a few youths cried out, "Demons." Scattering in all directions, they fled.

  "Waaaah." With a scream, the girl suddenly jumped out of the carriage and fled towards the Duke's mansion. It turned out that she hadn't been knocked out and had been watching.

  Afraid that someone would hear the sound and come over, Asa panicked and picked up the cloak on the ground, pulled up the empty carriage, and fled into the darkness.

  Early the next morning, the Duke's Mansion.

  In a complete reversal of her usual habit of sleeping in until late afternoon, Chrissy actually got up early and joined her father in the dining room for breakfast.

  She had hardly slept at all, tossing and turning all night recalling that bizarre experience, which was more stimulating than alcohol.

  The beaten eye is still bruised, but still can't affect her high excitement at all, and she told her father about last night's strange experience with her eyebrows flying: "Dad, you know, those two bodyguards are top-notch, but that person's men are just like children. That man's hand waved, actually still magic ah, he can still use magic hey, all of a sudden the people were blown away." Her body was straightened up, exaggeratedly mimicking the posture of that swordsman's fall.

  Duke Mrak frowned slightly. He had always resented his daughter for being with that bunch of dudes, doing nothing and fooling around not to mention that this time, she almost caused something to happen. Just he now also can't separate himself to educate his daughter, only occasionally have the opportunity to talk bitterly about it, but his daughter's age, especially this character, it is obvious that it is not with reason can make sense.

  Chrissy gesticulated with her hands, "Then that guy went up and punched the other guy with just one punch, and the other guy was lying down. Just one punch, and the last time that guy helped us go beat up someone he got stabbed several times, and he's still fine."

  "But when that guy came over and we saw his face clearly, the other guys immediately ran away in fear, and I was so shocked that I don't know where I got the strength to run back by myself. Because that man was so ugly, so ugly." Chrissy's emotions fell into a depression with the utterance of those few 'ugly' words, shaking her head in disappointment. It was unfortunate that it was this very ugly person who saved her, and not a handsome young man in golden armor with long hair.

  Duke Mrak swallowed a piece of bread and picked up a glass of milk. It was still necessary to let his daughter go out for some exercise, see the outside world, and taste the sweet and sour of life before he could do so. After all, only after going to experience it would one truly grow up.

  "This very ugly person is really strange then. Sister just came back when it was him lying on sister's car wanting to probe to see sister, at that time he was still a cripple, his back is also hunchbacked. Last night suddenly he stopped limping and straightened his back the man is also quite tall, but unfortunately it's just too ugly."

  'Ka' sound, the cup Mrak Duke shattered in his hands.

  The Duke slowly turned to stare at Kris and asked, "What did you say? That man your sister came back with how?"

  Chrissy saw a look in her father's eyes that she had never seen before and suddenly felt afraid. In a small voice, she said, "That man went to climb into her sister's carriage and her brother-in-law almost killed him."

  "Why didn't he do it then?" The Duke's voice sounded like he was talking to himself.

  "I don't know. I've heard a lot of people say that the ugly man was an assistant to an old man named Sandro on the west side of town. I heard them say that last night, too."

  Duke Mrak got up and said, "Go and keep your sister company while I go out for a while."

  Chrissy asked cautiously, "Where else are you going when your sister's doctor is coming later?"

  Duke Mrak wiped his mouth and walked quickly out of the restaurant without looking back, dropping a sentence, "I'm going to personally thank this hero who saved my daughter."