“...... Rickan, are you there?"

After the two knights left, Krylov III sat for a long time, and then the king sighed.

"Yes, Your Majesty. ”

Compared to other peers, the ex-nezumi adventurer, who is more ethereal and stealthy, emerges from the shadows on the side.

An expressionless Krylov III looked at Rikan, who was a nezumi with black fur, but a loyal nezumi who was more pleasing to him than the nobles who ate people and did not spit out bones.

The humanoid skin hides monster after monster, but he never imagined that he had seen through their disgusting behavior.

To ordinary people, Rykan seemed to be an anomaly, but they had never understood, and they had no way of understanding, that those nobles were a group of monsters in human skin.

"What do you think of ......what the two teachers said," Krylov III paused, his brow furrowed, and sighed again, "what do you think I should do?"

"That's Your Majesty's business, and I can't point fingers. Rickan dodged to answer.

Krylov III tapped his index finger on the table: "What if I have to answer you?"

Rykan hesitated for a moment and said, "Still not, because this is Your Majesty's own choice." But whatever you choose, Your Majesty, I will follow you. ”

Looking at Rickan's respectful appearance, Krylov III suddenly smiled.

If I had to use one word to describe this nezumi, it would be 'foolish loyalty'.

The nezumi was a skilled wanderer, but he had no ambition to become a leader, but if anyone became someone he thought he had, he would always follow that person.

Krylov III lost a trusty intelligence officer, but gained an even stronger, and no less trustworthy following!

Rickan doesn't lie, he will tell the truth when he has something to say, and although Krylov III may be a little unhappy at times, it doesn't mean that he doesn't like Rickan's behavior.

Krylov III considered himself a wiser king, and if he had been honest without malice, he would have accepted those opinions.

After pondering in his heart for a moment, Krylov III chuckled: "Rikan, go and inform you that the Kolo Kingdom has canceled the wanted of the 'Just Hand', and then notify those nobles and let them come, I have something to discuss with them." ”

"Yes, Your Majesty. ”

The nezumi touched his chest with one hand, bowed respectfully to Krylov III, took a step back, and disappeared into the shadows.

"Nothing can bring me down......"

After the departure of Rekan, Krylov III muttered to himself.

Even on the triumphant journey, he did not choose to live in the town, but in a military camp with poor living conditions.

For the ideal in his heart, he can be hostile to the nobles, or he can compromise with the nobles, and he can pay some benefits for it, just like the two knights said, he didn't want to pay before, he wanted to get something back, but how can there be such a cheap thing in this world?

He asked Rykan to cancel Grush's arrest warrant in order to show an attitude.

He must take one of these paths, it is impossible to please both sides, and he also thinks that he does not have that ability, either he is biased towards the commoners, then he is biased towards the nobility, but he is still calculating which way to take.

The cancellation of the wanted warrant was a gesture to let those nobles know that they were not to be messed with, and to let them not have any dissenting intentions after the local nobles had disappeared, and to let them come over in exchange for benefits, at least for now, he was still more inclined to the side of the commoners.

The aristocracy was difficult to win and more focused on profit, but if it was to train some commoners, they would be grateful to themselves.

The role of the common people is not as small as it used to be, whether it is to make them the 'officials' who govern a small area, or to let them command the workers in the factories, it is a good choice.

What can numb a person is the invisible hope of rising, but now the head maid has created many jobs and expanded many trades, although her actions are too radical for Krylov III to learn.

But that's the policy of a strong country......

Krylov III closed his eyes and calculated the 'gains and losses'.

It wouldn't be long before the news that 'he had canceled Grush' got out, and even if the nobles hadn't received Rikan's invitation, they would have come over.

It's like a sharp sword, a sword is out, the sword is like a meteor, where does it stop?

And at this time, a short sword was in its sheath—

A loiterer has infiltrated the barracks!

Wanderers dressed in black roamed the shadowy planes, each step showing briskness.

As if he came here, not for assassination, but really for a walk.

In the shadow plane, he couldn't see anyone around him, but he could determine his own position, and he knew that Krylov III didn't have any guards around him—the guards standing outside the tent looked to him like ornaments, and they had no effect other than looking better.

In addition, he also knew that because Krylov III was guarded by a wanderer, there would be no 'space locks' or 'dimensional anchors' in his tent, and he would be able to enter the main material plane directly from the shadow plane and infiltrate Krylov III.

On a normal day, he certainly couldn't have acted so easily, and if he hadn't known that the nezumi had left Krylov III's side, then he would still be waiting for the right moment.

Normally, wanderers prefer to wear dark clothes because they are more suitable for their actions, but now the assassin wears a white mask in addition to a black coat, with only two exhaust holes left except for two eyeholes.

The mask has no features and serves no purpose other than to conceal it.

He couldn't let anyone see his face, only his superiors could confirm his identity but himself, and he only had to obey his superiors.

From the moment he puts on the mask, he has become a killer without any features and without any identity.

He's just a prop, a prop that can be reused or thrown away when it's gone, and he's - proud of it!

The assassin's eyes were fixed on the ground, for he didn't know if anyone would be able to detect his presence, he had just come out of a nobleman, and he would not dare to make eye contact with those powerful transcendent knights at will.

The distance was getting closer, and he drew his dagger in its sheath, the dagger that had just drunk the blood glittered with an eerie light, and the cursed magic sword began to affect his spirit.

The assassin licked his chapped lips, swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and looked up to see that he had reached the tent.

Picked up the pendant hanging around his neck and glanced at it, and the corners of his mouth hooked: "There is really no space lock here!"

With his pupils dipped in red and a strange glow of bright red in his eyes, the assassin saw the wires dotted throughout the tent.

If it were an ordinary wanderer, it was true that he might be stumped, but for the assassin, the tightropes were just a piece of cake, and what interested him more was the 'traps' hidden between the wires.

The assassin's eyes showed a look of excitement at the 'chess opponent'.

He'd heard that the rat was pretty good at it, but he didn't expect to be so proficient in setting traps, should he be called 'Mr. Yes' Rickan?

The distance between the wires was just enough for a subhuman like the nezumi to pass through, and even the assassin would have to be distressed.

But since it's arranged, there must be a way to get rid of it, and a good loiter will make the 'way of lifting' another trap, and now, Rykan has done it.

The assassin dances in a tightrope, and if something goes wrong, the broken wire will fly around, most likely cutting off his body in the next moment.

However, after only two tightropes were lifted, the assassin found a way to his target.

The butterfly-like figure slid through the wires, and the assassin slid a few steps before reaching the predetermined position.

He clenched his sword, and in the next second, he turned into a shadow and disappeared in the shadow plane, appearing in the main material plane.

A sword is out, the sword is like a meteor, how to stop?