Reject me, you damn woman.

"It's in that contract."

Theresa frowned, looked at the scroll carefully again, and couldn't help but crumpled it into a ball.

Faintly visible on the bottom of the scroll is a middle finger pattern.

I didn't ask who the instigator was. That guy was smart, but what this group meant was...

It seems that this can only be understood as a provocation from the prey to the hunter.

Very good, I accepted it.

"Your friend seems to be looking for you again."

Theresa suddenly said.

Pharaoh hurriedly explained:

"Impossible, I..."

The girl suddenly stretched out her hand and snapped her fingers in front of Pharaoh, and a lavender arcane light flashed.

"Listen to me, when you are awake next time, the person who ordered you to meet here will be Ken Wilson again."

"So, who are you?"

Pharaoh said confusedly.

"I'm just an ordinary champagne worker, here to deliver champagne to the college."

Theresa lowered the brim of her hat and left the pavilion.

Chapter 50: Can the card guy please die?

After sending Pharao away, Theresa did not return the copy of the contract to him, but kept it for herself.

Theresa didn't feel angry about Lynn's behavior, she just thought it was childish.

But since His Royal Highness the Prince, who knows that he is the prey, has already challenged me and has not reported my affairs to the academy, then as a hunter, I have no choice but to accept the challenge.

This mission was under the nose of the Purple Gold Flower Queen. The Magic Clock Tower could not provide much help. Theresa had no support except for her identity as a school worker and some small magical tools she carried with her.

Fortunately, Theresa is a professional. For professional killers, being isolated and helpless is normal.

In the next few days, while Theresa completed her daily work at school, she used local materials to make some magical tools.

It is not very realistic to use shampoo and alarm clock to make a bomb in the magic world, but Theresa still found a few usable charging magic stones from the magic lamp in the cafeteria based on her experience.

Of course, there is also the most important work every day.

Monitor Lynn and look for opportunities to assassinate him!

At this moment, Theresa was helping students mix cocktails and serving wheat juice in the lounge area of ​​the dormitory, while Lynn was playing a card battle game with others in the lounge area.

The two sides were less than fifteen steps apart, and Theresa was confident that she could shoot Lynn's head in one shot before anyone could rescue her.

But the next moment, she herself would be blasted into pieces by the arcane light from the gargoyle's eyes on the dome of the dormitory area.

Glancing at the gargoyle that was flashing with cold arcane light, Theresa lowered her head and wiped the wine glass silently.

At first Theresa didn't understand why the Magic Clock Tower would send an assassin like her who had weak arcane skills, but now, she seemed to understand.

This is Eden College after all. There is no telling how many high-level warriors like Gust are out there, both in the open and in secret. In addition, there was the incident of Kan attacking a student and escaping just two days ago. The hidden dangers are obviously much greater than usual.

Those arcane lunatics would be exposed the first time they tried to sneak in, while "temporary workers" like me with poor arcane foundation would have a greater chance. Even if I failed, it would make it easier for the Magic Clock Tower to perform evil cutting.

Theresa didn't care. Anyway, deep down, she had no loyalty to this organization and was just doing the work for money.

But what on earth does this bastard do every day!!!

Due to the intensive surveillance of Lynn every day, Theresa couldn't say that she was familiar with Lynn's movements, but she knew them like the back of her hand.

Lin En's daily life is pretty boring except for classes:

On Monday, after class, I argued and played cards with a female student named Historia.

On Tuesday, I quarreled with female students and played cards.

Wednesday, mouth, cards.

Thursday, cards.

Is playing cards really that fun?!

What made Theresa angry was not Lynn's card playing, but his attitude, which showed that he didn't care about her hiding in the dark at all.

This made her feel despised.

Especially when Lynn declared war on her first, Theresa, who had been preparing for the war seriously, felt like a clown!

But you may say that Lin En doesn't care, but there are always a lot of people playing cards in the leisure area, and taking action in public is tantamount to seeking death.

The closest time for the two sides was when Lin En had to drink as a penalty for losing a card game, and the person who made Lin En's cocktail was actually himself.

Seeing that bastard smiling and raising his hand in front of her to indicate a glass of wheat juice, Theresa almost couldn't help but take out the dagger on her thigh and cut the guy's throat with one blow.

However, it was not worth exchanging one for one with such a dandy prince, so Theresa just poured Lin En a drink with a smile and wished him a good time.

It was difficult for Theresa to figure out whether he did it on purpose, but it was this unknown and anxious feeling that made her patience wear out in the daily struggles.

"Hey you!"

Just as Theresa was simulating in her mind how to kill Lynn, a fierce-looking girl suddenly came up to her.

"I've been watching you for a long time, you janitor, have you been peeking at me?"

There was not a single tremor in the hand that wiped the wine glass. Theresa looked up at the girl in front of her and said calmly:

"Ms. Historia, I don't know what you mean. I've only been mixing drinks here. This is my job."

"Stop pretending. You've been peeking at that guy over there every day. Do you think I didn't notice?"

Theresa took a breath imperceptibly and her little finger lightly touched the hidden button on the palm of her hand.

With just a little force, a sharp knife would pop out. At such a close distance, even if Miss Historia was a so-called genius arcanist, she had the confidence to pierce her throat when she chanted the first magic character.

However, Historia's next words almost broke Theresa's defense.

The girl suddenly moved closer and put her lips close to Theresa's ear, the distance was so close that the latter was uncomfortable.

"You're not secretly in love with that Lynn Norton, are you?"

"Miss, you're overthinking it. I'm not familiar with that young master."

"Hmm, is that so?"

After this conversation, both of them felt inexplicably relieved, yet also inexplicably unhappy.

Historia suddenly realized:

"If you're not looking at that annoying guy, then you're definitely not looking at anyone else, because even though that annoying guy is not very good at playing cards, he's still a little more handsome than the others."

Theresa could only nod.

Because she was afraid that the little princess in front of her would continue to associate her with the idea that she was peeping into the boys' dormitory.

"I understand, I understand!"

Historia's eyes glowed:

"You're not looking at the creeps, or any of the other people, you're watching them play cards, right?"

Boom!

Theresa broke off a piece of the glass in her hand.

I'm watching you play cards!

Isn't your school the Arcane Academy? Why do all the students know how to play cards?!

Wait, Theresa suddenly discovered a blind spot:

"Ms. Historia, do you like playing cards too? You didn't seem to be participating in the game these past few nights."

"Tsk, it's just a small matter,"

Historia spread her hands angrily:

"I offended that stingy jerk in some way. The reconciliation condition he offered me was that I had to defeat him in a dark duel after the show ended in the evening. But I'm not good at that kind of thing, and I've lost several nights in a row."

At night, a dark duel?

Theresa knew this thing.

She had heard of this popular game among students. Simply put, it was a card game with stakes. Because the academy did not allow gambling, it was usually conducted privately in the dark and was jokingly called a dark duel by the students.

As an employee, she would leave the rest area of ​​the student dormitory and return to the staff dormitory every night after lights out, and that was the only time she could not monitor Lin En.

It turned out that he had been secretly duelling with the little princess in front of him for several nights. He was not pretending, he really didn't take himself seriously!

For several nights in a row, she had been lurking for so long to find the flaw that she even leveled up two levels. It turned out that the flaw had been in front of her all along?

Theresa took a deep breath and looked at the badge on her chest which showed her her promotion from wine warehouse porter to bartender. She felt like dying.

My thinking was wrong from the beginning. Lynn Norton's own course of action might be flawless, but there were flaws everywhere around him!

"I do... like playing cards. If Your Highness doesn't mind, how about letting me teach you a few hands?"

Theresa asked tentatively.

"That's not necessary."

Historia's refusal chilled Theresa's heart. Unexpectedly, she continued:

"You can just come with me tonight. That guy looks down on me and allows me to find outside help. I have found several, but none of them are his match. Don't let me down tonight. We will meet in the central garden of the academy."

Still playing cards, still playing cards, let that idiot card-playing prince die tonight!

"After all, I see you're pretty good at playing cards!"

Historia smiled, patted Theresa's shoulder, and turned away.

alright,

Theresa smiled back.

You die with him!

Chapter 51: A straight hook and salty bait always works, doesn’t it?

Although she agreed to let Historia guide her in the dark duel tonight, Theresa was still very calm and deliberately asked her some details of the previous duel.

She was not so excited as to lose her mind, and what's more, when her patience was about to run out, a flaw appeared and flew towards her face, which made Theresa suspicious.

However, what surprised her was that although Historia spoke some details of the duels over the previous few days haltingly, she spoke some other parts fluently and quickly, which made Theresa believe it even more.

Human memory has its limits, and some content will be selectively deleted. If Historia could describe all the details of the duel clearly, that would be a big problem.

As for the possibility that Historia deliberately trained these elements and then deceived himself... I cannot rule out this possibility.

But Theresa chose to trust her instincts.

It is impossible to take everything into consideration in the assassination job, and sometimes the killer must firmly believe in his intuition.

Theresa's intuition told her... Historia didn't have the brains for that. If Lin En asked her to make up such a complicated lie to deceive herself and she couldn't find the flaw, she could only blame herself for being stupid and had to admit defeat.

Soon, it was night time and the lights were about to be turned off. Instead of returning to the staff dormitory area, Theresa walked towards an inconspicuous utility room.

When she was doing chores, she felt that this place was very secluded, so she temporarily hid some of her equipment here, such as the hidden arrow on her wrist and the dagger on her thigh. Since she had decided to take action tonight, she had to take all of these with her for safety reasons.

Of course, this is also her ultimate trump card.

Theresa touched the small gun in her sleeve.

The gun is not a special object, what is special is the bullet inside it.

The arcane artifact "Doom Bullet" has mediocre lethality, but it can destroy the arcane circuits of those hit, causing the arcanist to quickly lose resistance.

This is why Theresa is called the Arcanist Killer!

After some effort, Theresa, who was armed to the teeth, followed Historia's instructions, met her at the dormitory door, and came to a small garden.

Theresa had an impression of this place. It was one of the few places that was not covered by the "Magic Web" barrier of Eden Academy. In other words, the use of arcane magic here would not be recorded by the academy. The pavilion where she and Pharaoh met had a similar effect.

To her surprise, Lynn Norton had already arrived at a small round table in the garden, sat behind the table with his arms folded, and stared at the two of them coldly.