A small cave was carved out in the position of a mountain cliff, although it was said that the residence of an earl was not a tiger's den in Longtan, but. While strategically it is necessary to despise the enemy, it is necessary to attach importance to the enemy tactically. After all, there is only one small life, and if you don't cherish it, no one will help you cherish it!

I finally reached the fifth order, and in the eyes of ordinary people, it is already the peak of strength.

It should also be a little bit of a pity for life, I feel that many people in this world will have such thoughts when they reach the fifth order. Because people who can enter the sixth order may be one in a thousand, many people will easily choose to give up after working hard for several years and find that there is no progress, and instead devote themselves to other 'causes', fighting for rights and sol, and maybe when they are old, they will think about continuing to fight to see if they can continue to live for themselves.

It's a pity that the struggle at that time is just the humility of people before the end of the day, and the mantis arm that erodes the flesh with the breath of death.

Therefore, Raphael keeps himself moving forward all the time, taking risks that he can take, and the mental urgency will always make people not rise up a strong sense of slackness. After all, the road ahead is bumpy, and there is no way to indulge in learning like my predecessors, and I can't extricate myself!

Take out the array pen again, sketch out a magic circle, the summoning of the spell magician is not random, this is a bit like the gacha of some mobile games, put in a certain amount of materials, there is a chance to summon a specific character. Therefore, high-level spell magicians always have their own favorite summoning formula. Through the combination of materials, and then the matching between summons, so as to achieve the best minimon coordination effect, a good match can make the ability of the summoned creatures to burst out to achieve the power of one plus one is greater than two!

Input materials, potassium leaf lotus, swift liquid, cunning vine, "limited by space, guided by magic!" Limited summoning, Shade! ”

Raphael sat next to the circle, put his hands on it, mana passed into it, not a group, the originally clean and tidy circle came out of the black gas, and then I saw a phantom creature appear in front of Raphael's eyes, they were shrouded in a burst of black gas, the body was not big, about the size of a bulldog, they were constantly changing their bodies when they appeared.

"Ding! You summon ten Yin Spirits through Limited Summoning! ”

"Shade

They are a group of disembodied creatures, no one knows how they are created, they are not the necromancers of negativity, they only exist under the shadows, you can't expect them to deal lethal damage, but you can make them good scouts under your command!

Challenge Level: 5"

"Ding!"

"Gain the average stat of the Shade"

"Shade

Race: Shadow Creature

Identity: Summon

Attributes: Strength 1, Agility 20, Constitution 5, Intelligence 1, Perception 10, Charisma 1, Will 1

”

Calling this attribute a spicy chicken may elevate them a bit, because the attribute point cannot be zero, otherwise, those little attributes may have to be cut. It's disliked even as cannon fodder, but this guy's traits make him a good Scout creature.

"The shadows are favored

Ethnic identity

You can hide in any shadowy place, because this is your home. (Shadow invisible, hidden stats increased)

”

This is a special attribute of this creature in Raphael's memory, and every creature has its own value, of course, the value is good or bad.

These ten ghosts are enough to allow themselves to explore the residence of Count Quinnir in a safe environment, Raphael's spiritual power radiates out, connected to their bodies, they can't resist the control from Raphael at all, and the next second, the picture seen by these ghosts appeared in Raphael's mind, gray, they don't have the ability to distinguish colors, but as long as there is a picture, it is enough.

Along the backlight of the cliff, these ghosts crawled quickly according to Raphael's thoughts, and their speed made people think that they were hallucinating, easily entering the mansion of the Count of Quinnier, and then looking for shadows to move freely, and these ghosts also have the greatest advantage of being a scout, that is, they can hear sounds! This can greatly compensate for their lack of vision!

Thanks to his own mental power and excellent brain processing ability, otherwise ten different pictures and ten voices from different environments suddenly appeared in the minds of ordinary people, and they would definitely feel crazy.

"That eldest lady hasn't eaten in the last few days, so we'll be miserable if we continue like this!" A message came from a ghost, two maids with trays in their hands, both of whom had a feeling of unease on their faces.

"Yes, Lord Earl has not been able to come to this eldest lady recently because of the affairs of Stanbeck City, and if we find out that this eldest lady is hungry, our life will be sad!" The other nodded in agreement.

"I can only let the kitchen cook the food better, and see if this eldest lady can eat it, it's really pitiful, I experienced this kind of thing at a young age." The maid who walked in front said a little unbearably.

"Shh~ You don't want to die, if people hear you, you'll die!" The maid in the back heard this, obviously saw the change in her face, a little frightened, looked around, Raphael dared to say, this maid's face must be pale!

"Let's go, let's go. Let the kitchen recook some goodies! Seeing that there was no one, he quickly pushed the maid in front of him and said, as if this place was hiding danger.

"Lucky!" Raphael had the ghost behind them, and he was sure to help him find Josephine Heslet.

Since entering the mansion of Count Quinir, how can you not have some fun, arrogant people usually have a little money, and if this guy is really a fanatic believer in the god of thieves, then this wealth will definitely be even more! Although he still has Jinsol on him, it doesn't seem to be much money compared to the speed at which he spends money.

The shadows flickered everywhere, and the Earl of Quinnier's mansion occupied a large area, and well-equipped soldiers formed small squads, patrolling the entire mansion, with a strong security smell.

"Drive!" A carriage entered the manor, and stopped at the door, and a man with a large waist and a very decent face, who felt like a noble knight in the mouth of a bard, after getting out of the carriage, this fellow spoke to the butler who ushered him.

"Are the guests here?" Looks like this guy is the source of everything, Count Quinnier!

"Here it is, Lord Count. They were waiting in the living room, but they seemed to be a little dissatisfied because of the adult's mistake. The butler bowed his head respectfully and whispered.

"Dissatisfied? These stupid guys are also entitled to be dissatisfied? The things that were given to them were done like, and they dared to be dissatisfied? Count Quinnier's face immediately fell, and he snorted coldly and said dissatisfied. Then he put on the cloak that the maid had placed on the tray, and walked briskly into the mansion.

Raphael let the ghost follow, and the Count of Quinnier, as if aware of it, stopped, glanced back, and as if he felt that he was too careful, he took a step and continued on his way.

Walking to a thick, carved door, Count Quinnier straightened his clothes, and pushed open without knocking.

Inside, there were six cloaked men sitting on wooden chairs, "Stay outside, don't let people in." Count Quinier said to the butler without looking back.

"Yes, Lord Count." The butler gently brought the door along, leaving room for conversation inside.

"Your Excellency the Earl is really pompous, let the six of us wait here for your arrival. Did you find a little girl who couldn't lift her legs? A strange sound of yin and yang came to the ears of the Count of Quinnier before he touched the wooden chair, which made people feel unpleasant. Count Quinnir frowned and sat on the throne.

"Andy, what qualifications do you have to speak here?" Count Quinil's eyes were like lightning, and he looked at the guy who was talking.

"You!" The guy named Andy looked at Count Quinnir with an unkind face, and there was an extra dagger in his hand, as if he wanted to stab Count Quinnir directly.

"Enough, Lord, let us find the razorblade in Perkin Harbor, now what? I haven't even found a shadow, is it really waiting for punishment at the end of the allotted time? A female voice came out angrily from under the cloak, and she slammed the wooden table in some rage, quieting both of them.

"I heard that there's a new magician at the Pig's Head Bar, do you want to send someone to get in touch? I've been to the scene and seen that the means of killing people are very direct, and the magic attainment is not very high. I heard that he is not very old, but he may have a chance to develop into a believer in my Lord! Maybe this could be an opportunity to reduce our guilt when we can't find the razor's edge. Quinniel may need to trouble you on this matter, after all, you are the only one of us who has the ability to do so in Perkin Harbor. Seeing that the two of them were quiet, the female voice continued.

"Seconded!"

"Seconded!"

The others nodded one after another, after all, they didn't have any clues about Razorblade, and the time limit was constantly shortening, so it was really unreasonable not to get some results!

"I know, I'll send someone to find this matter." Count Quinnier nodded, and that was the case, it was indeed a more tactful solution.

"Someone!" At this time, the man sitting in the fourth wooden chair seemed to be aware of it, and hurriedly got up and spoke.

When the others heard this, they did not suspect him, and they all got up, this fellow had the strongest perception of them all, and many times when faced with traps, he avoided them because of his keen awareness of danger.

Pulling the door open, several people rushed out amid the butler's different expressions, "Lord Earl! Looking at Count Quinnier, the butler hurriedly reacted.

"Did you just see someone outside?" Count Quinnier asked aloud, he had just noticed a feeling of being peeped at behind him, but he didn't notice anything, he just thought that he was too careful, and now it seemed that it was more than that.

"No, Lord Count. I had just been standing outside, and no one had passed by. The butler said with great certainty.

"I see." Count Quinnier nodded, and did not chase it, if it could be chased, then the six people would be enough, one more of one, one less of one, no less. If the six of them can't catch up, it won't help if they go.

"Go ahead." Count Quinnier spoke to the butler, and then entered the drawing-room.

"Yes, Lord Count!" The butler saluted, closed the door to the living room, and left.

"Who is it? Who has the ability to spy on us silently under our noses? "Count Quinier thinks of something more, adversary? Political opponents? People from other temples?

……

Of course, the so-called enemy is just this kid's paranoia of being killed, and the movement just now was naturally caused by Raphael, and he doesn't plan to let unexpected factors disrupt his plans, and give these guys a little help to make it easier for him to act. Although the god of thieves, Mesk, is involved in the priesthood of shadows, but it is only a loss, and at most it makes it easier for his followers to steal things, and it is easier to find related professions. Many? These believers are not yet eligible to use it.

"Razorblade, is this thing in Perkin Harbor? Is this a mistake in the intelligence of the god of thieves, or is my memory wrong? "The Razorblade, the weapon of a legendary assassin, legend has it that the first owner of this weapon was a barbershop barber, and when a barber is unwilling to turn the tool in his hand into a barber's tool, it can be turned into a killing tool in an instant!

Oh, of course, this passage is just nonsense, and Raphael only hears of its name, not of the facts. Anyway, this equipment seems to have been obtained by some unknown NPC in the back, which caused a bloody storm, but because it is not the equipment used by magicians, Raphael didn't pay much attention to it, and only knew a rough idea. It should be in the sea of gold rush, I don't know how far away it is from here, it's not that these guys have misheard the name!

Raphael speculated maliciously in his mind.

When these unexpected circumstances happened, the two maids re-made a basket of delicacies and entered a small garden, which was very fresh and refined, with unknown light blue flowers blooming from the vines, and a faint fragrance could be smelled in the air, a beautiful pavilion, with a small pond in front of it, in which lively red fish were raised, and they were chasing and playing happily in the pond with their tails, so that Raphael could not help but think of a word, "Golden House!"