Drawing his dagger and holding it in his hand, the kitten walked to the inner hall, pushed open the door, and saw the old man sitting behind the long table and the old woman standing beside him. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Good evening, two elders, I am Marceau, entrusted by Mr. Edmund and Lady Ella, to take your lives. ”

"My dear, I told you that the dwarf who escaped back then must have caused our family a lot of trouble. The old woman sighed to her husband, and the old man sitting on the chair behind the long table stood in front of the table with his hands crossed in front of his face, and his eyes behind the glasses looked a little wandering: "I said back then, you shouldn't leave Edmund's life to the ......law," the old man smiled gloomily: "Isn't it known how useless that thing is." ”

"Yes, it's because of how unreliable that thing in your mouth is, that's why I'm standing in front of you today. Marceau strode over to the two old men, and the old woman pulled out a crossbow from behind, but before she could lift it, a sleeve arrow from Marceau pierced her chest, and the old woman's head tilted towards her husband, and then fell backwards when she could no longer support her body.

The old man stood up like lightning, pulled out two muskets from under the table in a manner that was not inferior to the young man, and pulled the trigger on the kitten, and Marceau swung his short sword to directly block the bullets that came at him.

"Damn. The old man threw away his musket and took out another hatchet from under the table, and he went around the long table and rushed up to Marceau, facing the blade of the axe that came to his face, and the kitten turned sideways, and the short sword cut through the wooden handle of the axe, and the thrust blade that popped out pierced his waist, and when the old man fell to his knees in pain, the kitten cub, who had come to his side, raised his short sword and stabbed it into the back of his head, and the short sword pierced through the socket of his left eye.

With a single force, the short sword that cut the skull cut a circle in the air, shook off the filth on the sword body, and put the sword into its sheath.

The old man who was kneeling on the carpet finally fell on the carpet at this time, wiping the carpet worth at least thousands of gold coins under each other's feet.

Turning around, Marceau looked at the old man in front of him, and he sighed softly in the form of a spirit: "Thank you, Lady Ella's substitute, I am Altai Dantès, Edmund's titular grandfather, although I don't like to see bloodshed, but thank you for avenging me......" He walked to the old woman's side, looking at her as she was counting down to her life, a smile seemed to appear on his stiff face: "Dear Hilton Kington, I didn't expect that we all had the honor of drowning in a pool of our own blood. ”

The old woman stared at the spirit with round eyes, but unfortunately it had been pierced through her lungs, and now she could not even say a single letter, she could only struggle like asthma, and at last, she lost the strength to struggle, and there was no more panic or fear in her eyes.

"It was an eye-opener to see that my murderer had the same end as me, and it turned out that this was what the Changtang people called retribution, and I am really grateful, Mr. Marceau. ”

"You're welcome, Your Excellency, I'm sorry that I'm here now. The kitten apologized seriously - if he had known about it earlier, the kitten would never have stood idly by, because both the proprietress and the kitten himself believed in the tenfold creed of revenge, and killed other family members in order to seize property like this, and put the blame on the sole survivor...... Such a family that sleeps on the bones of others and takes it for granted...... It's long overdue to pay the price they need to pay.

"Thank you, I don't know why, I suddenly felt a lot more relaxed. As he spoke, a light struck him, a light from a god, who seemed to be a believer in a god, and now that his resentment was gone, there was nothing to stop him from ascending to the kingdom of heaven and God.

Watching him disappear, Marceau strode out the door.

"I curse you!"

The curse behind her caused Marceau to turn her head, just in time to see that the souls of the old man and the old woman were twisting, and the souls of the targets killed by the surrogate would be shattered without the guidance of the gods (such as the Bishop of Hitlin and his young son), so the kitten smiled: "If such a curse can be effective, I am afraid that Mr. Edmond has already made his dream come true." ”

What a joke, the vicarious agent of the god of vengeance ignores any curse of the executed.

Watching the souls of the two old men finally turn to ashes in a scream, Marceau sighed.

"It's clear that I'm the murderer, it's really ...... Moral decay. ”

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Leaving the Chamber of Commerce, Marceau walked down the street, the city was very lively at night, the streets were full of all kinds of food stalls, this may be the nature of the canary people, in addition to love, of course, there is food.

The cat cub bought a few skewers of barbecue, and while eating, he looked at the trading hall not far away, and while confirming that the hall was still trading, a halfling walked up to Marceau: "Marceau?"

"Yes. ”

"Miss Akemi asked me to bring you a message, and she said that the target you are looking for is in that trading floor. ”

"Thank you. ”

The halfling smiled and nodded: "I work for Miss, this is what I should do, Miss Akemi also asked me to tell you that she is watching your private live broadcast, and she will also work with Miss Chang to help you find those targets." ”

Directly gave the halfling a bag of gold coins, threw the wooden skewers of the meat skewers into the trash, Marceau walked to the trading floor, as a 'senior' trader, Marceau successfully passed the identity authentication of the trading floor, as soon as he entered the door, he saw the trader of the Kington family - this guy seemed to think that the murderer would not shoot in such a crowded time, so he felt that the trading floor was a good safe place.

It's a pity that he touched the kitten, the sleeve arrow was smeared with paralyzing poison, the cat cub held a civilization stick in his left hand, walked to the counter like a big businessman and completed two left-handed to right-handed 'transactions', dispelled the doubts of the guy and his bodyguards, and then rode them to the other side, the kitten began to walk out, and when the guy helped down and began to check the newly sent goods, the inspired sleeve arrow penetrated his waist, and the quick-acting paralysis 'fixed' him in an instant.

Marceau walked to the gate, and when he passed the gate, the cat cub heard the sound of someone falling to the ground, and then all kinds of panicked voices, "No matter how much money you make, you don't have a good body, and you have come to the point where you have a life to make money and no life to spend, it looks really pitiful." Glancing behind him, Marceau sighed at the guard outside the gate who was in charge of security outside the hall. (To be continued.) )