Chapter 165 Finally found the mission target
"What a pity, such a useful shit-stirring stick can only be used once."
If it weren't for that berserker, Mo Cheng would most likely have persuaded Margaret to take the beastly mother and daughter back to the civilian area, and then he would have gone alone to find out the news.
There are many things he cannot let Margaret know, and the effect of his [Seventy-two Transformations] allows him to exert his greatest effect only when he acts alone.
Their figures kept changing along the way: there were heavy shield guards in heavy armor, mages in wizard robes, and adventurers with great swords on their backs. Often, in just a blink of an eye, the image that had appeared in front of others would disappear without a trace.
When he reached the road that was once guarded and prohibited from passing, Mo Cheng clung to the edge of the wall. At the same time, all the colors on his body faded away, blending into the surrounding environment as if he was invisible.
[Seventy-two Transformations] can change more than just the shape of the body, even the color of the body can be changed, and Mo Cheng can also feel that [Seventy-two Transformations] still has many means that have not yet been developed.
However, it is also difficult for Mo Cheng to develop skills, because he needs a set of standards that conform to the methods used by most people in this world to explore the world, and he can only carry out research and development by borrowing the values and various data of this system.
In other words, he may need to be a part-time magician and rely on the magic system of this world to study his own abilities.
"The mage profession is so troublesome."
In the [Foreign Land], Mo Cheng also tried to create a secondary account. The profession he chose was naturally the most popular mage, but after he took the entrance examination of the Mage Academy, he quietly returned to playing his monk account.
The entrance examination to the Mage Academy was not difficult. It tested calculation ability, multi-dimensional model construction, spatial sense, and some other miscellaneous subjects that could be matched to the school curriculum.
Mo Cheng still remembers that he received an admission letter from the Mage Academy with full marks and a very good salary, but he did not accept it and went offline and deleted his account.
The purpose of playing [Foreign Land] is to relax and release stress, but it is obvious that the profession of mage makes Mo Cheng face the classroom life again, which he absolutely does not want to recall during game time.
It was already annoying enough that he had to deal with all kinds of weird and torturous questions that the teacher came up with in various ways during class. Mo Cheng definitely didn't want to face the Mage Academy's learning atmosphere, which was like that of high school, again when he was relaxing in the game.
According to his own education level, Mo Cheng knew that he had the knowledge base to become a mage, and there was no problem with his qualifications. The only thing he needed to worry about was how to get into the Winterburg Magic Academy to attend classes.
As a glorious priest, it was naturally inappropriate for him to get too close to the mages.
Putting aside the issue of ability development for the moment, Mo Cheng changed the color of his body in sync with the different objects he touched, and soon he sensed some unique scents from the air.
Thanks to his three dealings with [Imperial Thirteen], he was very familiar with the aura and some characteristics of the Rikono mana monk. At least on the continent of Kovale, as long as he got close to the mana monk, he would be as conspicuous as porridge in bread.
“Oh, I found it.”
As expected, this group of prison escapees from Rikono were hiding in the sinking area. Mo Cheng looked at their hiding place. Judging from the size of the house and the decoration outside the door, the person who arranged their accommodation was of high status.
Mo Cheng slowly approached the house where the aura of the magical monk came from, while carefully avoiding the many warning devices.
Although Mo Cheng, a monk who once joined the [Shadow Sect], often rushes into a fortress where a large number of troops are stationed, kills the commander of the fortress in public, and then [cleans up] the entire fortress.
Assassination? Kill everyone who has seen me, so no one knows I was here.
Isn't this assassination?
Even in the Shadow Sect, he was a relatively different existence, but this did not affect his understanding of the maximum distances of various warning devices and how the alarm barriers worked.
Although he seldom uses skills such as stealth, assassination, and sneak attack, he is not unproficient in them.
As he approached the house, the first thing he heard was a heart-wrenching cough. Mo Cheng frowned and looked up at the second floor where the sound came from. Although the window was open, it was obvious that he couldn't just approach like that.
After looking around, Mo Cheng leaped onto the tree facing the second-floor window and transformed himself into a branch.
While monitoring the magical monk in the house, he was also searching for ninjas hiding everywhere through his high vision. To a certain extent, Mo Cheng and the ninjas can be considered as colleagues.
"Well, the ninjas of Satakano, if I remember correctly, should be called [Feathered Clan]. It is named after the peacock feathers on the back of the [Peacock King] worshipped by Satakano. They are the cleaners who wipe away the filth in secret for the glorious image of Satakano."
The magic monks of Satakano are troublesome, but their ninjas are not as famous and powerful as those of Koga and Iga. However, as a profession, ninjas have first-class escape abilities.
If Mo Cheng wants to kill this group of people, the ninja must be dealt with first.
" There are about seven ninjas. Except for a Ling-level ninja leading the group, the others are not a big threat."
Just as Mo Cheng was thinking about how to kill seven ninjas at once in the shortest time possible, the magic monk in the room finally stopped coughing, and the samurai next to him hurriedly brought him a glass of water.
"Fujiya, what's up today?"
"Master, the group of people we saw before will come to visit us today. At the same time, the count who is helping us has also been sending people to try to contact us."
"Let a ninja contact the count. There's no need to do anything." The mana monk drank the water slowly. "Only if we stay in the dark and are not found, the remaining people will not be discarded after they are used up. We have done what we should do, and we have also paid with Naraka's life. These are what we deserve."
After that , the magic monk asked again: "When will that group of people come?"
"We are here, pagans who have come from across the ocean."
The warrior named Fujitani's face changed and he drew his sword and slashed towards somewhere in the room, but before he could do that, a deadly sickle was already across his shoulders and neck.
The long-handled scythe reflecting the dim light told Fujitani that this rare weapon would really be like the scythe of the god of death, taking away his head and life together.
"Fujiya, don't lose your manners and come back."
Following the monk's orders, Fujitani put away his knife, not caring at all that the sickle on his shoulder and neck might take his life.
He bowed slightly and said "Excuse me", then stood behind the magic monk.
