Mage Veigar

Chapter 455 Assassination
boom!
Vega stood up with a livid face and overturned all the food on the table.

Under Qi Lisi's puzzled gaze, he said to the guard, "Bring today's chef to me. I want to ask him some questions in person. Go and do it now."

"Yes, Commander."

After the guards left the restaurant, Vega smiled apologetically at Silis and said, "Some unexpected circumstances occurred today. It seems that I cannot have dinner with you. You should go back and rest first. I will have someone send some food over later. I will make up for this meal next time."

"I know. You should be careful too."

Celis left the restaurant considerately, and she didn't ask too much about what happened.

"Double the number of guards for Miss Celis."

Vega gave an order to another guard. He was glad that he tasted the food before Celis, otherwise he would have to watch Celis die.

Yes, everything was just as expected - poison.

When he took the first bite of steak, Vega felt the magic power in his body surge violently, and then the passive intermediate skill "Poison Resistance" was activated immediately, saving his life.

A persistent poison, Huaying is not immune to it.

The most likely possibility is that you were just saved but then drugged to death, and then five times later, you died on the spot.

Fortunately, Veigar took this into consideration.

After being promoted, he immediately learned this seemingly useless but life-saving intermediate combat skill at the critical moment, thus avoiding the possibility of a fatal accident this time.

"What is supposed to come has come."

There was a dangerous look in Vega's eyes. He realized that the peaceful days were over, the judgment of the trial system had come, and what he would face next was an endless assassination.

Da da da--

While he was thinking, the guard who was sent to capture the chef had returned, but he was the only one who returned, not the chef who cooked for Vega.

"What about people?"

Although he had already guessed this result, Vega still asked deliberately.

"Report to the commander, the cook is dead."

The guard wiped the sweat from his forehead. Although he still didn't understand why Vega was angry, the inexplicable death of the chef had made them guess some of the truth.

Let poisonous food be served on the table.

Doesn't this directly mean that their guard team has done nothing and failed to even do basic inspection work?

"Commander, please forgive me."

The captain of the guard team's legs went weak and he knelt on the ground begging for mercy from Vega.

"I won't kill you."

Vega glanced at everyone and said, "But I don't want the same thing to happen again. These days are turbulent times. Stay at your post and don't miss any suspicious details."

"Thank you, Commander. Thank you, Commander..."

The guards breathed a sigh of relief, and at the same time swore in their hearts that they would strictly control the situation in the future and not let even a fly go easily.

It turns out that confidence is not enough to make up for the gap in strength.

In the next few days, Vega encountered no less than dozens of assassination attempts.

In addition to real-life PK with the enemy, he was poisoned more than 5 times and attacked from behind more than 3 times. Other means such as fire, traps... emerged in an endless stream, seriously affecting Vega's work and life.

Even Vega is starting to get nervous now.

He even suspected that he would be assassinated again in the next second. The enemy's ability to appear and disappear at any time gave Vega a headache. "Investigate! Intensify the investigation!"

An irritated Vega gave the same order to the captain of the guard for the dozenth time. The captain was almost sweating profusely, but it was of no use.

The enemy continues to act as it pleases.

Vega is still in dire straits.

It was not until this moment that Vega realized how disgusting the trial system was. No wonder the Empire was the only country with the fewest people committing treason. Even he, who was powerful enough to ignore any trap, was disgusted by it, let alone those others who were not even professionals and were not officers?

without any exaggeration.

It is true that you are walking on the edge of life and death every day, and if you are not careful, you can lose your life in the next second.

If that day really comes, Vega feels that perhaps death really is a kind of happiness.

But passively taking a beating is not Vega's style. After being disgusted for more than ten days, Vega's anger finally erupted. He decided to pull out the rat from the stinking ditch and then kill the chicken to scare the monkeys.

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Inside a clean and tidy residential house.

Holt Machete lit the fire, then picked up a bottle of liquor from his hometown and gulped it down with his marching rations. He had been here for nearly ten days and had basically adapted to the life here.

After having enough wine and food.

Old Scimitar picked up a pen and a notebook and made a note on it: "Prey No. 135, the security is extremely low, but it is basically immune to poison, has a strong sense of vigilance, and has good strength. It is initially determined to be a shadow mage who masters a variety of combat skills and magic, and holds a mid-level magic weapon in his hand."

After writing this, Old Machete put the notebook close to his body.

Then he sat in the rocking chair, half-closed his eyes, and listened quietly to the creaking sound of the chair.

After shaking for about half an hour.

Old Scimitar then muttered to himself, "I have almost gathered the basic information of the prey. Apart from being a little impatient, there doesn't seem to be any obvious flaws. This prey is not simple. It seems that I need to continue testing it."

This is the habit of the old machete.

He was born in the desert, fought against countless tribes, established a great reputation, and was hailed as the bravest warrior of the tribe. However, people only saw his glory but not the caution behind it.

He sees every enemy as prey, and he is the hunter.

As a hunter, he would not just pick up his scimitar and chop at the prey using his strength. Instead, he would cautiously test the prey dozens or even hundreds of times.

In order to achieve the goal.

He believes that he must understand his prey better than the prey itself. Only in this way can he truly find the prey's flaws. Before finding the prey's flaws, he will never expose himself to the prey's eyes.

Before coming, he knew that this task would be difficult.

But he didn't expect that after a few days of testing, he found that this prey was even stronger than he had imagined.

But that doesn't matter.

He didn't believe that there would be flawless prey in this world. He just needed to keep calm and keep testing.

People have seven emotions and six desires.

Old Machete thought that since he couldn't find any flaws in Vega himself, he might as well start with the people around him to disrupt the prey's emotions, eventually find the flaw and kill Vega with one blow.

So who is this person?
The answer is obvious. Old Scimitar had already noticed the existence of Silis, because the name Silis was also on the trial list of traitors in the trial system.

(End of this chapter)