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Chapter 630 - Assassin’s Creed Is Spreading in the Elf Clan

Chapter 630: Assassin’s Creed Is Spreading in the Elf Clan

Translator: Noodletown Translations Editor: Noodletown Translations

At this moment, the whole square in White Creek City fell silent.

All the elves watched the scene in stupefaction.

“There’s not enough time for you to move in stealth?”

“Stealth is useless because you’ll be discovered sooner or later.”

The people savored the words while feeling stunned.

St. Heinz and St. Dulan stared at each other in a daze.

What the heck?!

Elder Sewell snapped back to her senses and murmured, “What she said seems to be sensible.”

“Yeah... Very sensible...” The elves on the square nodded.

Besides, how can she play an assassin character with such magnificence?! Don’t people say that human assassins are a bunch of despicable sneak-attackers? It doesn’t seem true at all!

How come this elf had only learned a few basic skills and can look so dashing?!

The group of people had tears on their faces while they watched.

Meanwhile, Luther’s expression turned unreadable.

Where did she come up with this?! She just hacked her way from the outside to the center and killed them all?

Then, you tell me that it was an assassination!?

“No! It’s not an assassination!” Luther said loudly, “Our... our mystical realm teaches skills against assassins!”

“Why isn’t it an assassination?” Sala said with a snort, “Mr. Luther, tell me who else in the mystical realm saw me killing these people.”

“...” Luther’s face darkened, and he felt a little dizzy.

It seems like I can’t come up with a rebuttal! No one alive had seen her kill those people, which means that it was indeed an assassination!

“The mystical realm that Mr. Luther brought indeed showed us the great craftsmanship that the Dulan Workshop has regarding alchemy.” With a smile, Elder Sewell changed the subject and said, “But I think this mystical realm has big defects as we all have seen.”

“Our elf clan has never imported cultivation mystical realms before,” Elder Sewell continued, “So we must consider this issue carefully. I’ll gather the opinions of the citizens in White Creek City and talk about it with other elders. I’m sure that we’ll come up with a decision very soon.”

“I think we’ll be fair, but we only accept truly excellent products. I don’t hold high hopes for the mystical realm that Mr. Luther brought; it has major defects.”

With the last sentence, she was obviously asking Luther to back off.

In the past, the Elf Clan had formed friendships with other races but had been hurt many times, which was why they were cautious with each visitor. However, they would treat each friendly visitor with equal friendliness.

Their caution came from the lessons that they had learned in the past. After all, not every race loved peace as much as they did.

“...” Although he had anticipated this outcome, Luther’s face still darkened. He couldn’t understand what had gone wrong.

At this moment, St. Heinz had turned off the Spiritual Spell Visual Projection.

He never expected that the simple mission of opening the gate of the Elf Clan would fail so miserably.

With the first step being blocked, he couldn’t launch any of his perfect subsequent plans!

He clenched his fists, which seemed to emit golden lights of fury. Like a blazing golden fire, the whole palace seemed to shake under his anger.

“My Lord, what should we do now?” The white-haired old man, St. Dulan, asked in a deep voice.

St. Heinz paused for a moment. His god-like and holy-pure face looked thoughtful. “Now that this move failed, we must find out the reason behind this unexpected failure.”

“Ask Luther to move his butt back here and investigate.” He continued after a pause, “Besides... I’ll meditate in seclusion for a while. If I’m lucky, I might receive instructions from that ultimate supreme existence as for the next steps that we should take.”

“I hope you’ll obtain holy inspirations,” St. Dulan said with a bow.

...

“I think we’ll leave now!” Luther’s fat face looked so chilly that it seemed like ice could be scraped off of it.

“Won’t you stay for a few days?”

“No, thank you.” Luther left in a huff.

Seeing the overbearing godly palace knights leaving in dejection, Sala jumped and cheered.

At this moment, Elder Sewell heaved a sigh of relief. In fact, when more and more elves began to gather on the square, she had found that the situation had gotten out of her control.

However, she still had confidence in their own crafts before the test, but the subsequent try-outs shattered her confidence and hope.

If Luther succeeded with his scheme, the Elf Clan’s mystical realm industry would receive a huge blow.

However, if she chose to kick them out by force at that stage... She couldn’t go back on her words; it was something that didn’t fit their personalities and culture.

She had a vague feeling that the Judgment Godly Palace had a hidden agenda behind this trip, but now she was relieved that the issue was solved to her advantage even though she still didn’t know what it was.

The sensitive elves also seemed to feel that a wave of gloomy mist had evaporated. The grim atmosphere on the square was now replaced by the usual tranquil peacefulness.

Beautiful harp music sounded on the square.

“We’re fine now, guys!”

“How did she do that?!”

“What’s up? Elder Sewell.” With her hands clasped behind her back, Sala looked at the beautiful woman before her curiously while the latter observed her up and down in bafflement.

“How come you seem quite different after your trip?” Elder Sewell looked Sala up and down as if she was trying to confirm that this girl was indeed the one who had grown up under her eyes.

“Uh? Maybe I grew taller?” Sala smirked.

“No!”

“Um...”

“The two masters you mentioned, Master Altair and Master Ezio...” Elder Sewell said, “Do humans really have such powerful master assassins?”

Elder Sewell looked surprised.

Besides her, some other elves were also curious about these assassins.

“Also...” Elder Sewell asked again, “How did you push away the Wind Roar Hack?”

Remembering how the knights stood there dumbly, basically waiting to be killed, she felt incredulous and couldn’t believe her eyes.

“It’s the counterattack; you have to use the right force at the right place and the right time.”

“You learned it from those two masters as well?”

We’re masters too, but how come we don’t know this fancy skill?

Obviously, although they were all called masters, they had different levels in different worlds.

“Can you tell us about them...”

“It’s a long story about faith in freedom...” Sala said smugly, “Elder Sewell, do you want to hear the story?”

“Um...” Elder Sewell froze for a moment. I told stories to this girl when she was little. How come something seems a bit strange?

Soon, Sala began to tell the story of Assassin’s Creed starting from Altair.