Early in the morning, the Holy City Pier.

Groups of troops are lining up to board the ferry.

These troops belonged to the Guards, who had previously been tasked with defending the Holy City, but now they were targeting the northern part of the northern province of Gyeonggi, where the Assyrians were engaged in a fierce battle with the imperial army.

As for the more distant steppe provinces, rumors about the crown prince kept going from day to day. In short, the situation was dire, and the pace of the approaching war had already taken the people of the Holy City by surprise, and Carlos II had to send the elite guards as well.

Ferries line up the Ossella River, and the opposite bank looks sparsely populated, whereas in the past the banks were most bustling with people.

Kim Carreyll walked into a slum by the dock with a bag of bread.

In the Holy City in February, the weather is still cold.

From time to time, there were men's laments, women's complaints, and children's hungry cries from time to time in those low straw huts.

Every now and then, someone walks past Kerryll's eyes carrying a corpse through a door panel.

Carefully avoiding a few ruffians roaming the streets, Kerrell made his way to a bridge pier.

There were seven or eight orphans here, the oldest of whom was no more than seven years old.

"Kim!" the orphans were hungry and unable to sit up when they saw Keriel's figure.

Carrell gave the bags of bread to the orphans, not the fragrant bread with the meat floss, but the brown bread mixed with a lot of wheat bran and wood chips.

"Eat slowly. Kerryll reminded him, while finding firewood to boil water, the broken crockpot barely leaked.

Kim Carreyll is only 13 years old this year. He hails from the Evans Monastery in Als, a small border town in northern Xinjiang, and is one of the few local survivors of the Red Moon War.

He had a relationship with Sean and received special attention from Sean. When he left the army, Sean asked Horns to continue to take care of him, and generously left a sum of money to support his education and life.

But in the second half of last year, war clouds were gathering on the border. Horns' 21st Division was to be moved to the new defense area, and Horns arranged for Kerrell to go south.

In this way, Keriel came to the Holy City. But most of the money Horns gave him was spent on helping others, and while he taught himself culture, he sold newspapers along the streets, and found a job copying for others, although he did not earn much, but it did not take too much time.

It was difficult for these orphans to find a job, partly because the holy city was already overcrowded, and partly because they would soon lose their lives if they fell into the hands of the factory owners.

There's nothing Kerryll can do about it.

Seeing the orphans eat the bread he had brought, he turned and left, for he still had to sell newspapers.

In a dire situation, newspapers sell well, decent people are hungry for news, and there are at least half as many rich people in the Holy City as there were a year ago, and it is their instinct to avoid the risk of closure.

"The crown prince has been besieged by Gangdia for 4 months, and the consequences are unpredictable!"

"According to the Military Command Department, the Gyeonggi defense line is impregnable!"

"50,000 Guards to reinforce the north, the war is tight!"

"Well-informed sources say that His Majesty intends to move the capital to the south!"

"The royal family denies moving south, and those who spread rumors without permission will be punished for treason!"

It took only 1 hour for Carrell to sell out a hundred newspapers this morning, which was the largest number of newspapers he could get because he had so many of his peers.

Everyone who buys a newspaper will stand still and read it with anxiety. There are always two types of news in the newspapers, one is bad news and the other is bad news.

After selling the newspapers, Kerryll hurried back to his home, a hand-built shelter in the slums.

There wasn't much time, a guy brought a thick stack of papers and a flyer, and Kerryll was tasked with copying according to what was on the flyer, the more the better.

The pay is good, but the risk is extremely high, as the content of the flyer is extremely sensitive.

Kyrell secretly decided that this was the last vote, and that he had almost earned enough money for the trip.

"There are reliable sources that the crown prince is under siege and his death is uncertain, and there are rumors in the palace that he intends to change the prince. Apparently His Royal Highness Philip was more of a favorite of the Emperor, and this Highness was known for his intelligence and obedience. This is really ridiculous, the crown prince who worked hard for the country was obviously treated unfairly, and before the accurate news about him came, some people wanted to speculate on the intention and sell it in advance. ”

"The emperor is old, and the ministers he appointed are all worth millions, taking the opportunity to make a fortune in the country, and in the mouth of the emperor, these people are loyal ministers and talented people. Civilians were displaced, dying of starvation and disease, and even the families of the little rich went bankrupt under the exploitation of tax collectors. ”

"The country had become a captivity for the emperor and the nobles to fish and hunt the people, and the common people had to overthrow this shackle if they were to be reborn. For freedom, for equality!"

"For the sake of freedom, for the sake of equality, we must smash this suffocating world!"

The content of this flyer was horrible because there were so many words that Kyrell had to write very small, which took him too much time.

The guy who delivered the flyer was smoking and letting off steam.

By 3 p.m., Carryll's eyes were sour, and his hand holding the pen was about to break, so he had finished writing 200 copies.

"Kim, I'll introduce you to a big deal in two days. ”

The windy guy took the thick flyer, gave it a brief look, and quickly tucked it under his cloak.

"Thank you!" said Kerryl, saying that he would leave the Holy City early tomorrow morning, and that he didn't want to associate too much with such a character.

Kerrell lay on the bed made of broken door panels, and soon fell asleep, waking up hungry, he woke up hungry.

When I looked out through the hole in my perch, it was already night. Kerryll didn't know how long he had been asleep, but apparently going out with a curfew already in place in the Holy City was not a good thing to pay attention to.

But hunger drove him out of his habitat, and he knew that there was usually some food in the bakery he frequented, and that the owner and man of that shop slept in the shop at night.

"You shouldn't be scolded for taking care of his business, right?" thought to himself.

The shop is small, but it's actually part of the slum, and it's hard for outsiders to find it by name unless it's a local slum.

Kerrell walked around the corner, stopped abruptly, and hid between two garbage heaps.

A man in a wide-brimmed hat knocked lightly on the door of the bakery, and he knocked regularly, not loud or small, one heavy and two light, three times in a row.

"Who?" said Old White's voice from inside the store.

"Shulman!" replied the visitor.

Holding a candle, Old White opened the door and let the visitor in. Old White glanced out of the dark room, then closed the door.

Out of curiosity, Kerrell crept out the door, pressing his ear to the door.

"Old White, the Sage asked me to say hello to you. The visitor said.

"You seem to have forgotten that I have long since quit the Order. Old White said in an old voice.

"That's just a trick to deceive newcomers, and there has never been any talk of quitting the organization. "Unless it's a dead man." ”

Old White was silent for a long time and said: "Bloodthirsty people are also people, I just want to live the life of an ordinary person." Besides, I've killed a lot of people and done a lot of things for the Order, isn't that enough?"

"Hehe, you also know that you are bloodthirsty, we are different from humans, and we are destined to be enemies of life and death between us and humans from birth. It's ironic that you want to live an ordinary life!"

"What do you want to do when you find me?" said Old White.

"Tomorrow there will be a leaflet in the streets and alleys, which will say that the emperor is ready to be easy to store. But that's not the most critical thing. The visitor paused and said, "We have received news that the second prince will go to the orphans in the almshouse tomorrow morning, and I want you to assassinate him on the road he must pass." No, no, old White, you must not actually kill him, we need to expose the assassination to the public, and then you can run as far as you can. As long as you finish this vote, we will part ways with you from now on. ”

"I hope you won't break your word. ”

"I swear a blood oath in the name of the true God!"

"Okay!"

The visitor consulted with Old White about some details, which were inaudible. Kyrell quietly retreated between the garbage heaps and crouched on the ground.

In a short time, the mysterious visitor left the bakery.

When the background of the mysterious visitor disappeared without a trace, Kerrell stepped out of hiding.

Suddenly, a palm slapped on his shoulder.

Carrell froze on the spot, his head turning with great effort, and Old White stood behind him, as amiable as ever.

"Wai...... Special...... Father...... Master, I'm just ...... Think...... Find some ...... Food. ”

Old White carried him by the neck as if he were carrying a little rooster, and carried him into the bakery.

In a panic, Kerrell drew a dagger from the leather boot on his right foot and stabbed it into Old White's right rib.

However, Old White's thin left hand grasped his hand like an iron pincer, and the dagger fell into Old White's hand.

This shop is visited at least once a day by Carryll because the bread here is relatively cheaper for the same quality, so it is very popular with the poor. Kerrell also caught the attention of Old White early, because Kerrell would buy a lot of bread every time, so he knew about Kerryll's good deeds.

"Apparently, you heard it all?" asked Old White.

Kyrell shook his head nervously. Old White smiled, trying to make his smile a little more relatable, as he had done when he had run the bakery before.

"Have you heard of the Bloodthirsty?" said Old White, "don't worry, I won't do anything to you. I've killed enough people, you're a good boy, you're literate, you're kind, you shouldn't be here to hang out, and you shouldn't just die. I used to be a good kid who loved reading and music, and according to the normal story, I could well become the first college student in the history of my hometown, get ahead, marry a rich girl, and change my life from then on. ”

"But I'm bloodthirsty. "It's a fact that can't be changed, so everything has changed." ”

"You are a good man!" said Kerrel, "I have seen you give bread to the poor, though you pretend to have miscalculated. Those people just thought they were getting a bargain. ”

"Hehe, a noble person in his heart, he doesn't care about the gains and losses on the surface. "Forget what happened tonight, son, and leave here to-morrow and go south." ”

"I was going to go south tomorrow. Carryll admitted, "Why don't you come with me?"

"Where did I escape, they caught my son, he was just an ordinary person. Old White said, "Go ahead, child." Before I change my mind!"

Carryll turned back step by step, afraid that Old White would suddenly appear behind him and break his neck.

It wasn't until he returned to his little broken house that he realized that his underwear was soaked.

At dawn the next day, Keriel's leaflets were plastered all over the streets of the Holy City. And Kyrell, who had not slept all night, had already packed his simple luggage and set off for the Holy City.

Soon the leaflet was sent to Carlos II's royal case, and it is said that the emperor was so enraged that he fainted on the spot.

At the same time, the second prince, Philip, encountered the Assassin while leaving the palace, but thanks to the vigilance of the guards, the Assassin did not succeed, but the Assassin panicked and jumped into the Ocella River, not knowing what happened.

It is said that during the assassination, the Assassin shouted: "Long live the Crown Prince!"