Chapter 1538: There are really not many killers like you (the second!)

"First find a place to settle her up." McGonagall glanced at the little girl who looked a little stunned, thinking a little, looking at the stone alley.
"Fellow, this child will be handed over to you, please take care of her." Five minutes later, McGonagall knocked on the door of Hannah again, and then handed the child to her in a look of embarrassment. She, by the way, helped her close the door.
"It seems that the turmoil tonight is indeed a bureau made by Gary. I intend to do a thorough cleansing before the sealing ceremony." McGonagall frowned. "In this case, most other prisons and dungeons are not detained." It may be in the palace."
"Do you want to attack the palace tonight?" Irina’s eyes lit up slightly.
"We are not familiar with the palace, not suitable for sneak into, and the other side has at least four strong ten-level powerhouses. It is not a good idea to attack." McGonagall shook his head.
"Then can only sit and watch?" Irina frowned.
"Connie should have arrived. According to our agreement, she will come to us. If she sneak into the assassination, she can give it to her. She knows the palace better than any of us."

Is this really true?

"Probably... it's like this." McGonagall suddenly lost his breath.
"She, the bald master dared to let her out, we should give her the space and opportunity to play. I don't believe that the non-issuer who grew his hair and finally received an apprentice, will really ignore her." "I am sent to death." McGonagall smiled and said: "If I didn't guess wrong, he should be followed by Connie not far behind. This kind of apprentice, no one can release it."
"You have become treacherous." Irina looked at McGonagall.
"The world has changed."
"I like."
"amount……"
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"Large kitchen...big kitchen...Where is the big kitchen? Usually the meal is sent directly to the palace. I know where the big kitchen is." Connie was at the top of a big tree, some wronged. Poked his fingers, did not expect to enter the city, he successfully stunned himself.
After staying in the tree for a while, I was sure that in this darkness, there was absolutely no way to look for the big kitchen by the eyes. She slipped down against the trunk and sneaked from the two teams who were playing in the fire. I walked away from an orc.
"I have something to ask you. If you say it well, I will let you go. If I dare to lie to me, I will kill you." Connie, blindfolded, sharp claws like three knives in the orc On the neck.
"I... I said everything, don't kill me..." The orc felt the coolness of his neck, and the voice trembled.
"Say, where is the big kitchen!" Connie asked coldly.
"Well?" The orc obviously stunned. Tonight, I was asked where the son of Dinan is. How can I ask where the big kitchen is? Is this black orc who looks a little petite but who is overbearing and arrogant to imagine eating?
"Don't say, I will kill you." Connie's paws received some of it, and the sharp cold mans cut his neck.
"I said! The big kitchen is on the west side of the city. Follow this road to the west. The biggest yard is the big kitchen." The orc quickly promised that he was afraid that he would lead a box of lunch because of a kitchen.
"West?" Connie looked around and thought for a moment. He pulled the orc out of the wall and put his claws against his back. He said, "Take me over!"
"I..." The orc looked innocent. He was the one who provoked anyone. The guy who was sent to suppress the prison in the middle of the night was now kidnapped inexplicably, but the chill behind him was too thorough. He still only I can take Connie to the west.
"It’s a good start to learn to find someone to find a way." Rex stood on the far wall and looked at Connie, who was walking with the orc, and nodded with satisfaction.
About ten minutes later, the orc stopped in an alley and pointed to a large courtyard not far from the front: "There is a big kitchen, can you let me go?"
"The smell of the food." Connie sniffed her nose, nodded her certificate, thought about it, and took off the claws of the orc's heart, pretending to be cold and cold: "You can roll!"
The orc heard the words and turned and ran, and turned into the alley, and disappeared quickly.
"Run so fast, I won't kill you." Connie looked suspiciously at the direction of the orc disappearing and walked toward the big kitchen. Now the Fake tribe is messy everywhere, she doesn't know that she should go now. Where to do what, you must first find the boss to receive the task.
"call……"
The orc ran a small half of the inner city in one breath, spared seven or eight alleys, and gasped against the corner of the wall.
"Just the woman, should it be Princess Connie? Pink white ears, petite body shape, in addition to her in the Fak tribe, can not find a second place." The orc face showed some excitement Color, "Her's reward is up to 10 million copper coins. I will report it now, find someone to catch her!"
"You don't have to look for it." A tall shadow appeared in the alley, and walked slowly.
"You...who are you!" The orc hurriedly pulled out the long knife hanging from his waist and asked nervously.
"I hate to talk nonsense with the dead." The man appeared in front of the orcs and gave him a punch.
The long knife smashed under the iron fist, and the horrified face of the orc was also crushed.
"This Nizi is still too soft." Rex kicked the orc into the rock pile and turned away.
Connie slid into the kitchen lightly and walked lightly on the roof, recognizing a direction and rushing towards it.
"I said, "Where are you going to go?" A low voice sounded.
"Hey!"
Connie was shocked. The sharp claws were already lit. When I turned my head, I was relieved. I looked at Meg, sitting on the roof, and was a little surprised: "Boss, how are you here? Is it not cold?"

"Not a cold ghost." McGonagall picked up his hand and stood up. He stayed on the roof in the middle of the night. It wasn't afraid that this guy was confused and couldn't find a way, ready to go down the roof, and couldn't help but watch Connie. Some curious questions: "Where are you going to find us?"
"Kitchen, aren't you usually in the kitchen? I am a professional killer. There is still some judgment." Connie said of course, and I was very smart on my face. Smile.
"The killer like you is really not much." McGonagall looked a little complicated and nodded. Suddenly he couldn’t understand why Rex wanted to accept this apprentice. Isn’t it obvious that I want to keep myself out of the evening?
It’s no surprise that he accidentally killed his employer!