107, no one can stop you if you want to go

At the most ** stage of the performance, the audience shouted crazily and desperately fled outside the theater, but seven or eight dark assassins rushed out of the luxury box. They all rushed to the only actor on the stage.

"Idiot! Still singing!" Seeing that Solandal was still singing selflessly, Yin once again felt that it required a high level of literacy and nerve resilience to get along with this person, otherwise she really couldn't stand it.

Those assassins' movements are neat and sharp, with blue and green intertwined light. That is the effect that will occur when the hazy shadow removes the wings of the wind. Almost all assassins are good at these two magics. These abilities that come to assassinate Sorandal are even better than ordinary assassins. The wings of the wind not only make their actions as fast as The wind, more collaboratively set off a small whirlwind, and the curtain of the stage was broken into rags.

Even at this time, Solandal is still not afraid to die and sings: "Even if the morning light completely tore my body to pieces..."

Yin You felt powerless in the bottom of her heart: "You can't see the morning light at all."

Suti set up the cannon as soon as the assassins came out, but immediately realized that if the gun was bombarded, Solandal would also be blown into corpses. No matter how powerful the magician was, he was not the opponent of hot weapons. If not, how could she be called a walking map cannon and make so many people helpless?

Just as the blade in the hand of an assassin in the lead was about to cut off Solandal's head, a dark shadow suddenly appeared between them, even faster than the assassin with the wings of the wind, kicking him out.

Yin opened her mouth wide and said, "..."

She is most familiar with that agile and vigorous skills, but how could blackcurrant suddenly appear here?

It's just that for such a short moment when she was stunned, the black gallon had already kicked the assassins who rushed up one after another, so fast that he could hardly see the movements clearly. He couldn't catch the entity like a constantly changing phantom. It was not until the last assassin was kicked and hit on the pillar and fainted that he put away his posture. He looked at Solandal, who had never stopped, with a look at the virus: "The audience is dead. How long are you going to play?"

Yin suddenly realized that this serious performance was not for those who escaped, or even for themselves and Suti, but for these lurking assassins, or for those who decide whether the assassins to act or not. Looking at the little Lori beside her, her eyes were round and her fists were clenched tightly. With a worried expression, she couldn't help scolding the two bastards on the stage in her stomach.

Solandal hooked his hand, and the last woman was also pushed out, followed by the fire phoenix that kept flapping its wings.

"Don't let me do such a bad thing in the future!" Huo Feng said angrily.

Solandal still waved the dagger in his hand and asked the woman, "Who is the person who gave you the order?" If you don't say it, your end will be the same as theirs.

The woman was so scared that she couldn't cry. She knelt on the ground sobbing. Solendal gently lifted her chin with her fingers and seduced her with pity, "Say it, you're just an angel. As long as you're honest, I won't kill you, really."

"I, I..." The woman said vaguely, "I don't know."

"You know."

Sorandal continued to say in a very confused tone, "You know, you don't have to die if you say it."

The woman's face was full of traces of crying flowers. She choked for a long time before saying, "Master..."

Blackcurrant said coldly, "Everyone knows that he is a master. Don't you know more?" The woman shook her head, and Solandal asked again, "Have you seen the master? What does he look like, how old is he, and what are his appearance characteristics?"

"No... I don't know..." The woman said with difficulty, "He, he is very special..."

This adjective has attracted the high attention of three people, including Yin. What kind of person can be called special? Is it awesome, beautiful or cruel? Or deformity, disability... these can be considered special.

Yin couldn't help saying to herself, "What's so special?"

When the three people's attention was on the woman, only Suti caught the same movement. She almost found that behind the huge speaker in the upper right corner of the stage with her sixth sense, someone's hidden breath came out, so without saying a word, she turned the muzzle and bombed in that direction.

Almost at the same time, a gust of wind brushed the corners of Solandal's temples, and the pupil of the woman close to him dilated in an instant. There was a thin thorn like a toothpick in his throat, and there were traces of quenching on the small part exposed outside.

The stereo was blown into powder under the power of the artillery. Blackcurrant frowned and raised his hand to block the dust coming from his face. He faintly saw a figure fleeing from the opera house ballroom that was half collapsed. The figure was a little familiar, not because he had seen it when he was working for the Part-time Legion, but at some recent time. , just recently...

There was a sharp pain in his temple, which interrupted his recollection. Yin had run to the stage, grabbed his arm worriedly and asked, "Xiaohei, are you injured? Are you all right?" Blackcurrant shook his head, and Solandal, who was beside him, had let go of the woman who died instantly and slowly stood up.

"It's still a failure," he said with a little melancholy. "The plan is so perfect, but it still fails. For me in pursuit of supreme perfection, it is more painful and more unbearable than death."

Yin completely surrendered: "Oh, please... Don't show off your literary talent at this time, okay?"

Solandal took off half of the mask and gently threw it up. The mask broke into countless petals and fell on him, turning the tattered clothes into a white cloak with overlapping pansy patterns. He sighed regretfully: "It seems that the journey of genius is not over. Marde's pansy can no longer satisfy my thirst. Where should I go next?"

"Wait! Don't go!" Suti climbed down from the chair and ran to the stage.

However, Solandal just smiled at her and whispered, "I don't even know where the genius can go." Countless white butterflies took off under his feet, and his body was gradually eroded. When Suti ran to her, there was only the last butterfly left. It gently fell into the palm of Suti's hand with baby fat. It turned into a plain note.

The note signed the full name of Solandal and the rose seal, but did not write the content. Suti pinched a corner of the note and didn't know what to say.

There was a noisy sound of the city guard soldiers outside the door of the opera house. If he stayed, he would go to prison. Yin decisively pulled Suti's arm and escaped from the equipment room behind the black gallon.

On the way back to the hotel, he asked puzzledly, "How can Xiaohei appear in the opera house?"

Blackcurrant put his hands in the pockets of his coat and looked ahead: "I found a ticket on the street in the afternoon. I was very concerned about the actor's name."

When he said this, Yin remembered that she also had tickets on her, so she took out and looked carefully at the cast list above. There were three people in total. Their names were all women. They should be the three who were killed on the stage by Sorandall. Is there anything wrong with the name?" Yin has no impression of the names of these three people.

"All three are angels." Blackcurrant's answer is very concise.

Yin still remembers that Blackcurrant once said the word "angel" in the underground tavern of Berente, which seemed to be a title within the Parthian Legion, and asked, "Are they all people of the Parthian Legion?" What do angels do? I remember you said that there are priests, all of which are internal identities of the organization?

Blackcurrant nodded down and said, "The leader of the Parthian Legion is called a master. There are few people who have really seen the master. Under the master is a priest, who is responsible for daily decision-making, and some also performs special tasks. Under the priest are countless killers. They will choose what they think are suitable children from the orphanage. , be included in the killer training camp for training.

Yin drew a tree figure in her heart and asked, "What about the angel?" What do angels do?

"Angel..." Blackcurrant paused for a moment. "Angels are the characters connected between these three classes. The master's orders are conveyed by angels to the priest, and the priest's orders are also conveyed by angels to the killers. Heimlin is a priest and Clawn is an angel.

That is to say, only angels have the opportunity to see the master. No wonder Solandal just now wanted to get the identity and characteristics of the master from that female population. Yin thought about it and said casually, "It seems that the one who was killed before should be the priest. The Parthian Army wanted to kill Solander in those years, but he didn't expect that he not only didn't die, but now he came back to revenge."

He didn't want Blackcurn, but he denied it: "No, he's not avenging for his assassination."

"Do you know again?" Yin squeezing.

"He should have killed people related to the fire in the land of death." Blackcurrant said firmly.

When Suti heard him say about the land of death, she suddenly looked up at him and said, "Are those people related to the death of my parents?"

"Yes," Blackcurrant pointed out calmly, "when he was in St. Corlos, he once asked me about the Chief Priest of White. I think he should have investigated it before he came to me for verification. If it hadn't been for Haimerlin's interference and disrupting the plan, he wouldn't have to leave suddenly.

Suti was so surprised that she didn't know what to say: "Is he taking revenge for me? He..."

Yin snorted and sneered and put her hand on her waist: "I even remember the killing of the chief priest White. Can't you still remember who I am?"

Blackcurrant still insists on what he has always said: "How many times you ask, the result is the same. I have remembered everything up to the middle dementor, but none of them are related to you."

- His existence has hindered me, and I don't think there is anything wrong with starting first.

- I like her, so I like you too.

- I may be able to help with the magic in the big wolf around you.

An extremely horrible idea came to mind, and Yin couldn't help blurt out: "Isn't Idalos washing away everything related to me in your memory!?