You don't cast spells by the rules at all, do you?

These tasks can be roughly divided into three categories. One category requires fighting, such as intercepting a family's supplies on a certain transportation route.

The second type is to go fishing and hunting in places like the Neverwinter Sea and the Silent Forest to obtain alchemical materials.

The third category seems the simplest, and is mostly about finding a specific item.

This reminded Sean of the metaphor he had used with Elvira before: the "New World" was like a game, with three types of tasks corresponding to PVP, PVE, and PVX.

Some tasks also have number requirements.

But it is impossible to see who has accepted the task. Only a number will be shown on the projection of the crystal ball. Once the number of people reaches the target, the crystal ball will disappear and appear on the desk of Gomez or some other person in charge. They will then arrange the time to gather and set off.

Out of curiosity, Sean took a closer look at the blood-red crystal in the center.

Human visual nerves are very sensitive to the color of "blood", and people tend to be alert. Therefore, "blood red" usually represents something related to taboos in mysticism. When it is used here, it should mean that it is very difficult and may lead to death.

Sean guessed wrong.

This is not a "very" difficult problem, but an absurdly difficult one, even unbelievable.

The mission in the bloody crystal was to assassinate the Saint of the Vatican.

In particular, it states that the saint lives all year round in the Hesinla Palace in the holy city of Eldridge, which is the headquarters of the Vatican and is heavily guarded - isn't this simply asking for trouble?

"Hey, bro, are you also interested in the saint?" a young man came over and asked.

Sean: “..—”

He couldn't say.

Logically speaking, after so many years, the saint has changed countless generations and should have nothing to do with him anymore. But when he saw the word "saint", Sean couldn't help but feel some waves in his heart. After all, a husband and wife are bound by a hundred days of grace after a day. Now, it has not even been a hundred days since he had the dream that day, and he still misses her a little when he thinks back on it.

Sean looked at dozens of crystals, and this was the only one that specifically asked for someone to kill. It was not so much a mission as

It's more like a bounty, just like the Flores family is looking for him. They wouldn't do that without a deep hatred.

"What did the saint do to make the bigwigs want to assassinate her?" Sean asked.

"What else could it be?" the young man replied. "Of course, it's because of her false accusation against Lord Black."

As early as when the Temple of Truth was just destroyed, history was maliciously tampered with. The Vatican tried every trick to subvert the myth of Carl Black. But at that time, these things had not been widely publicized. Maybe they felt that they needed to let things settle for a while, or maybe the Vatican itself felt that it was too shameless. In short, it did not go around vilifying Mr. Black's image.

It was not until the recent years when the previous and current generations of saints came to power that they included these things in textbooks and vigorously promoted reforms in education. It can be said that without these two generations of saints fanning the flames behind the scenes, Mr. Black would not have become the bastard that everyone hates today.

At least not that fast.

For the Temple, defaming Mr. Black is a capital offense.

Moreover, history is written by the victors. The only way to clear Mr. Black's name and clear his name is to kill the victor.

"I advise you to give up this idea."

A wizard nearby said, "This is not something we can handle, especially you, the newcomer."

The reason why the saint is a saint is not only because she is the daughter of the Pope, but also because she has extremely terrifying strength.

Throughout the history of the Vatican, all the saints of each generation were great magicians of the tenth rank. Such enemies, even if they were not in the Hesinla Palace and had no guards to protect them, were not something they could deal with.

Some people will say: "How do you know if you don't try?"

"Since the higher-ups have given us this mission, it means there is a chance of success. Otherwise, wouldn't that mean we are all sending ourselves to our deaths?"

Therefore, in recent years, many warriors have formed teams to take on the task and break into the Hesinla Palace at night.

But the result?

One left without saying a word.

This is his personal experience.

He once had a friend.

Before leaving, he told his girlfriend that after finishing this job, he would have money and they could get married there.

Then he had no friends.

I don’t know whether he is dead or alive. It has been three years and there is still no news from him.

And his friend was a sixth-rank wizard, just one step away from becoming a great magician. He was known as one of the best young wizards in Black City. If he couldn't do it, how could Sean, who looked so weak, do it?

Sean never liked to hear this.

He is a person who can cast forbidden spells.

Although forbidden spells cannot make up for the gap between rank three and the great magician, he can afford to die!

Originally, Sean was going to take on the statue mission and just muddle through with it, but now he has changed his mind.

"Isn't she the Saint?"

He was able to subdue the first generation of Saint Maiden so easily, so is he afraid of this generation of Saint Maiden?

Sean gave the crystal ball a slap in the face.

He accepted this task!

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"Om."

The moment Sean accepted the task, the blood-red crystal immediately emitted a burst of light and then disappeared.

This means that the number of people required to assassinate the Saint has been gathered, a total of 6, and Sean is the last one.

The two people next to Sean were stunned for a moment, obviously not expecting Sean to answer the phone so easily.

If I'm not mistaken, this guy's magic power is only at level three. He dared to assassinate the saint at level three. If he reaches level five or six, wouldn't he be going to assassinate the Pope?

"You are so brave."

"so so."

Sean said nonchalantly, "I like to do exciting things."

Stimulate?

Exciting indeed.

Not to mention assassinating the saint, just sneaking into the Hesinla Palace is enough to make one's heart race.

But don’t forget that excitement often means danger. The more exciting it is, the higher the probability of going to have tea with God.

"Be careful or you might risk your life." The man warned meaningfully.

"It doesn't matter. I accept the loss." Sean said without any hesitation. His life was worthless anyway. He could just start over. So he deliberately showed a slightly morbid smile and licked the corner of his mouth. "I heard that every generation of Vatican saints is extremely beautiful and has unparalleled looks. It's worth it to die at the hands of such a beautiful woman."

Two people: “..——”

Seems to make sense?

Shit!

"You're crazy," the man complained.

He came to persuade Sean because he was a newcomer, but Sean not only didn't listen, but seemed to be aroused by him. He has been in Black City for so long and has seen people who are not afraid of death, but he has never seen someone so desperate. And it sounds like the reason why this guy wants to assassinate the saint is because the saint is beautiful.

It's a bit perverted.

"If you want to die, go ahead. No one will stop you." He snorted heavily and turned to leave.

Sean actually understood what he meant and preferred his cautious character.

Some risks cannot be taken lightly. You should consider the consequences before doing anything, otherwise it will be too late to regret.

If this were the real world, Sean wouldn't be so brave.

But not here.

He has many lives.

Sean thought it was worth spending one of the money to visit the Holy City of Vatican, sneak into the Hesinla Palace to spy on the enemy, and see if this generation of Saint was as beautiful as the first.

On the other hand, he also has his own considerations.

Accepting a task does not mean you have to do it immediately.

His primary goal was to leave Black City.

First find a chance to visit the house, then go look for "Alola Town".

The New Eldridge in the real world and the Old Eldridge in the "New World" are both located in the center of the continent. In Sean's eyes, this is equivalent to a relative coordinate that helps him locate the location of Alola Town. If Alola Town exists in the "New World", he can find it by following the route in the real world.

If you can't find it ·—.—

That Temple of Truth may really not exist in the real world and has been submerged in the long river of history.

Sean hopes he can find the town of Alola.

Otherwise, their journey to the end of the world across mountains and oceans would lose its meaning.

And it would make him look stupid.

If no one knew his true identity, it would be stupid, after all, he was just a rookie at rank three, and it was normal for him to make mistakes occasionally. But Sopea already knew that he was Carl Black, which made Sean feel a little bit of an idol. How could Lord Black be wrong?

Therefore, Sean is not only looking for the truth of the "new world", but also maintaining his own legendary image.

In addition to the matter of the temple, Sean also wanted to find the Vatican Saint and ask her whether she felt guilty and why she slandered him. When he first heard from Clintall that he had forcibly insulted the saint, he wanted to find the person who wrote the history book to have a good chat about life. This was a good opportunity.

After taking on the mission to assassinate the Saint, Sean soon received a message from the "Ministry of Foreign Affairs" on the badge on his wrist, asking him to gather under the city wall.

“It’s quite efficient.”

Sean thought to himself that he thought it would take two days before he set off, but he didn't expect that this mission would be "real-time".

Maybe because he was the last one?

Half an hour later.

Sean arrived at the meeting point.

The other five warriors who dared to assassinate the saint also arrived on time.

To be honest, Sean was quite curious about who these people were. They were as courageous as he, a man with many lives. Then Sean saw the man who had just advised him not to die in the church.

He immediately typed a question mark: "?"

"Why are you here?"

The man snorted: "Why, you, a rank three, can come, but I can't?"

He is at the sixth rank, and a senior sixth rank at that. Compared with Sean, he is more qualified to assassinate the Saint.

But this "qualification" is just what they think it is.

In fact, no one knows whether the saint is at the seventh, eighth, ninth or tenth level. Even if she is at the senior level six, there is a high probability that she will be killed in one move.

The most bizarre thing was that Sean was the last person to accept the mission, which meant that this man had made up his mind to go to Hesingla Palace to "die" before him, but this guy didn't say a word about it, and instead kept persuading him not to go -

Sean couldn't help but ask suspiciously, "You don't want to kill the Saint just because she's so pretty, do you?"

The man showed a look of disdain: "Don't think of me as being like you.

What does it mean that dying at the hands of a beautiful woman is worth your life?

He is not that vulgar.

"I did it for the money," the man said.

The difficulty of assassinating the saint is undoubtedly very high, and correspondingly, the reward for the mission is also outrageous.

A full 50,000 gold coins.

The exchange rate between the outside world's banknotes and Black City's silver coins is about 100:1, and 1 gold coin is equal to 100 silver coins. After conversion, the saint's head is worth a full million. It can be said that she can retire after finishing this job. Anyone who thinks he has a chance would not want to give it a try.

Sean:

f

Five hundred million.

Then you are really elegant.

"Everyone is here. Let me tell you some things to note. Please remember them." The person in charge of handling matters out of the city today was a woman who looked to be around 40 years old. She had neat short hair and a military temperament.

She looked at Sean and said, "Since there are new people involved in this mission, I might be a little long-winded."

"First, forget who you are."