This kind of stuff only causes trouble when you carry it around, so ...... What if I throw it away?

His senses tell Mo Li that if he doesn't throw away the fox skin now, he will get bad luck sooner or later, not to mention that .......

He didn't want to lose the life he had lost, it was too bad.

So it's really better to throw it away, there's no benefit at all to have this inexplicable thing on your body, right?

".........." Mo Li sighed and stuffed the fox skin back into his pocket.

No matter what, this fox skin was most likely one of the few relics his parents left him, and he still didn't want to just throw it away, even though he had no feelings for the two parents he had never met.

It’s better to hide it, besides, it's not like he's necessarily going to run into that obnoxious fox, and if Mo Li remembered correctly, that woman seems to be the Holy Maiden of Olivia.

Naturally, a person of that status could not just appear in the human kingdom.

That's right.

Mo Li took out the black and simple ring with the pendant from his pocket, and under the moonlight, the silver aura seemed to set it on fire.

The pendant was used to seal his dragon bloodline, and what was this ring for? If it can match with this pendant, Mo Li can't believe that it is just an ordinary ring.

Can it summon the spirit of the ring or is there a strong, invincible old man inside who can teach you to shout "Time passes, thing changes" every day?

Before Elsa left, she simply told him not to show the ring to anyone, not to mention what it did and how to use it.

But if the pendant can be displayed, why this ring can’t be seen? Is there something special about it, or does it symbolize something special?

Perhaps because of the bloodline connection after the awakening, Mo Li felt that Elsa would not lie to him.

After playing with it for half a second and seeing no reaction, Mo Li hid it in his arms.

I don't know why, but I don't want to die, so I'm not going to let anyone see it.

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The city of Flan, the dominion of the viscount of Münster, is an inconspicuous town among the many dominions of the papal state.

The Münster family has been the lords of the dominion of Viscount Münster for many generations, and the family history can even be traced back to the middle of the South Yatin Empire.

In the lord's castle of this town, which is everywhere in the Papal States, the air drops to an extreme freezing point.

Above the head of the family, the middle-aged man in fancy clothes wearing the ring of the head of the family clenched his hands together, and his shadowy face seemed to drip water.

The man's brow was furrowed, his eyes downcast in thought, surrounded by his wife, his son and heir, and, finally, his daughter, a young girl with long brown hair.

The man is a restrained lion, hungry but silent, waiting for his prey to reveal itself.

The three men besides him remained silent under the breathless atmosphere, especially the brown-haired girl, whose hands were restlessly intertwined under the table.

"So, the assassination plan failed, did it?" The middle-aged man spoke slowly, his rough, thick voice suppressing his anger.

"I am incompetent ......." The assassin, dressed in a night suit, knelt down, not even daring to lift his head halfway.

"I also did not expect that the person you had arranged would temporarily turn against me and prevent my 'remedial act' when the guards were on their way and I had to give up the assassination."

"........" At those words, the brown-haired girl sat upright.

"Go back." Viscount Münster glanced at the assassin and stopped looking at him.

"Yes, sir ......." The assassin froze, then sighed with relief and turned to walk out of the room when he suddenly felt something came through him from behind, and his eyes widened.

"Lo, my lord! ......" The feeling of powerlessness instantly climbed throughout his body, and the assassin collapsed in a pool of blood and soon lost his breath.

At this point, the guards came forward without haste to clean up his body ......... He would become one of the slum's unclaimed piles of corpses.

A failed assassin has no need to stay, and besides ....... The fewer people who know about such things, the better.

"Father, why don't we send more assassins over there? The opportunity is too good to miss." Viscount Minster's son, Barlow, couldn't help but propose.

"Foolish." Viscount Münster said coldly. "If the assassination fails, Norma will be on guard, and a forced assassination will not only be unsuccessful, but will also expose the eyes we have planted around him."

"So, what should we do? ...... In a few days Count Norma will be back in his own territory, so won't we have even less chance then?"

"...... For the current situation, this plan is not going to work." Viscount Münster let out a deep breath, followed by a critical look at his daughter, who had not said a word.

"Martha, if I remember correctly, the assassin responsible for the assassination of Norma was recommended by you, wasn't it."

"Yes, my lord father ....... As the people around his age, that Mo Li is indeed a good hand, but I did not expect he will..." After saying that, Martha lowered her head.

"Hmph, I knew it, these rotten pariahs can't be trusted at all." As the only son of Viscount Münster, Barlow, who was bound to inherit the family business in the future, was not happy about this matter.

If the assassination had been successful, the Münster s would have taken over the land of the Count of Norma, yet now ....... It's all gone down the drain, just because of that damned pariah!

"Lord Father, that pariah can't stay! He knows too much."

"Of course I know, I just don't know if he has made any agreement with Norma and will run away with it." Viscount Münster frowned slightly.

"The orphanage that took the guy in was funded by us, so it's easy to find him."

What Barlow said, of course, Count Münster knew, and no matter what, the kid who knew about their plans couldn't stay, so he sent his subordinates to search and track him down when it happened.

At that moment, several masked men appeared behind Viscount Münster.

"How is it?" Seeing the return of his family's hired assassins, Viscount Münster raised an eyebrow.

"The boy didn't leave, just now, and went back to the orphanage, sleeping quite soundly."

"Kill him." Viscount Münster made a gesture of wiping his neck.

"Understood, my lord, leave it to me."

"No, you will go together." Viscount Münster added.

"My lord, one person is enough, that halfway betrayed boy is dead tonight." The tall assassin swore his word.

"No, all of you go together, just in case." The cautious Viscount Münster still demanded that he go with his subordinates.

"All right, as you wish." To the tall assassin, it seemed that his master did not trust his own strength.

He was disdainful in his heart.

It's just a kid with no master and an immature kid, and to kill him it's as easy as eating and drinking.

Tonight, I'll teach that kid how to be an assassin, and prove myself to my lord.