Less than half an hour later, the Dark Elf assassin crept out of the hall. His eyes were full of vigilance as he carefully withdrew his magical equipment, every movement exceptionally cautious.
He kept his eyes fixed on the Magic Shield. Only after it had fully repaired itself did he finally let out a relieved breath and turn to leave.
Kyle followed behind him, his footsteps light.
After leaving the palace and entering the city district, Kyle's lips curled slightly into an imperceptible smile.
With a thought, the Dark Elf assassin's body suddenly stiffened, and his gaze became vacant.
Kyle reached out and took the two Spatial Rings from the assassin's chest.
After a brief inspection, he found that one belonged to the assassin himself, while the other was the Dark Elf Matriarch's Spatial Ring. It bore a soul mark, and destroying it would undoubtedly alert its owner.
Looking at the dazed Dark Elf assassin, Kyle directly erased the soul mark on the Spatial Ring, removed everything inside, and tossed it into the Messier Demiplane.
After doing all this, he stuffed the two Spatial Rings back into the Dark Elf assassin's chest, concealed himself, and released his control over him.
The next moment, clarity returned to the Dark Elf assassin's eyes. He cautiously looked around, then felt the two Spatial Rings in his chest before heading straight out of the city.
Inside a cave, Novia, the Dark Elf Matriarch who was indulging in pleasure, frowned as alarm bells rang in her heart. But when she saw the Black Dragon sprawled atop her, she did not dare voice her desire to leave.
Whenever this Black Dragon went into heat, it lasted at least ten days.
In other words, she could not leave yet.
However, she had placed a magical tracking marker