Approaching the alley, Marceau held the long knife in his left hand along with the scabbard, representing the white figure of the dwarf standing in the shadows of the alley, and in the dim vision of the kitten, the dwarf had a hideous face, and he was poisoning the short sword in his hand—this could not be wrong from the point of view of action.

Standing in front of the alley, Marceau smiled at his target: "Can you tell me why did you kill Lanranmov?" ”

“…… Wait a minute, you're really not here to ask me for a debt?" asked the dwarf's face as he looked at Marceau.

Marceau smiled and shook his head, so the dwarf also put away the short sword in his hand, and he walked over, and when he was about to reach the entrance of the alley, the dwarf suddenly pulled out a musket from behind his waist and pulled the trigger without hesitation.

Marceau used the scabbard to remove the rush of buckshot, and then shook his head at the dwarf: "Gnome barefoot, listen, why did you kill Lanranmov, whose order, who is your upline, in order not to suffer too much, please sue me." ”

"Fuck you, you freak alien with long tails, fuck it!"

The dwarf drew his dagger and pounced on the kitten, and in the face of the murderer, Marceau swung the scabbard in his hand, first pushed the dagger away, and then kicked it in the short leg kicked by the dwarf, and then pulled out the long sword and cut off the dwarf's sword-holding right hand.

Seeing the dwarf sitting on the ground screaming, Marceau pursed his mouth: "The last time, why did you kill Lanlamov, I don't think you should be unaware, the incident has not been over for a night." ”

The dwarf sighed: "The Lanlanmov in your mouth must have found the little thing of the Holy Northern United Shadow Thief that we are hunting down, that shadow thief has very important information on her body, we killed her, but she was discovered by that Lanlanmov before she died." ”

"Then you killed him...... Don't you know he's just a kid. Marceau was a little sorry for the child's fate.

"Are we going to let him go, and let this little guy denounce us? Will the entire action group, or even the entire warband, be driven out of Provence in the end?" the dwarf smiled, his bleeding face a little stiff, and he glanced at Marceau: "You are a foreigner, not an aboriginal killer hired by the steppe elves, let me go." I can pay, there is nothing in this world that money can't buy. ”

Seeing that Marceau didn't speak, the dwarf grinned: "You see, there is nothing in this world that can't be measured by gold coins, and I don't think you're the kind of alien who doesn't know how to work, right?" ”

Marceau nodded, took out a handful of single-shot gunpowder from the pocket on his waist, and stuffed a fixed round into the barrel of the gun, and the cat cub opened his mouth to the dwarf in front of him: "I know." There is no shortage of money in this world, and I know that your friend will be on the scene in about five minutes. ”

"So, even if you kill me, it's useless, you can't escape, even if you hide your true appearance with illusion, you can't escape the pursuit of prophecy and the shadow thieves in our team. ”

"Looks like you haven't understood your situation, Mr. Meshdovich. Marceau pointed the musket in his hand at the gnome.

The dwarf couldn't sit still for a moment: "You know my name. How do you know my name!"

"In the Assassin squad in Southern Solidarity, there are many gnomes. But a guy whose mouth can be more broken than the Maishdovich, as far as I know, has not yet appeared. Looking at the future Master Assassin, Marceau pulled the firing pin of the musket: "You don't know exactly where you have offended, Maishdovich, now sue me who is your companion." Whoever commands you, I can't save your life, but I can at least set your soul free. ”

"What do you mean by singing......" The dwarf pointed to the sky with his still relatively intact left hand, "This guy wants my life?"

"That's right, because you've crossed the line, so you want your life. Kill Lanlamov's companions with you, and the superiors who gave you the order will also die. Marceau, who was a stranger and really felt that the dwarf was clearly a scapegoat, replied.

"Damn, then I shouldn't have said this, just as you don't betray your friends, we earthlings don't betray our fellows...... Shoot, even if my soul is detained, I will never tell this secret. ”

"As you wish, I hope you will be able to stand the test. With that, Marceau pulled the trigger on the gnome's head.

The dwarf who had lost his life fell to the ground, Marceau put away the musket in his hand and turned to walk to the noodle stall, and the cat cub sitting on the bench looked at the boss, who was putting a few prawns in the center of the noodle bowl, and then placed the chopsticks in front of Marceau along with the bowl: "When did Lady Ella's agent do so much." ”

"It is said that in the glorious era, there were goblins who passed on civilization and knowledge, and the proverb that 'time is money', and I think things can be done quickly, don't you? Marceau said as he picked up his chopsticks and began to eat his noodles.

Soon, a group of players ran over, but they could only find Mashdovich who had fallen to the ground.

"He was killed at close range, and Massh had burns of gunpowder on his forehead. ”

"The shadow thief couldn't find any trace of the murderer, only the footprints of Maish alone. ”

The ranger's hound also said that he could not find the killer, as if it had evaporated from the world. ”

Listening to the news that had been gathered, the big black man in silence finally turned his head to look at the side of the street, which was empty and there was no trace of anything left: "What about the Messh." ”

"It seems that he is still in a special mission state, and our people don't dare to forcibly help him take off his helmet, otherwise what if the mission fails. The white-skinned young man, who was the assistant to the big black man, sighed, "I think we're in trouble." ”

"It's a lot of trouble, and there's never been a situation where anyone has been able to kill seven of us in a single day without leaving any clues. The big black man was silent when he said this: "Mash went offline and asked him to immediately resurrect the upper line with the soul stone to come to me, I want to know what kind of sacredness will be to kill him." ”

"No problem, Otto Boss. After speaking, the young man turned around and motioned for the players who came to report to step back first.

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"The noodles are so good and the seafood is really fresh, so it's no wonder that the gnome is your regular customer. Putting down the bowl, Marceau smiled at the middle-aged man in front of him and gave praise.

"Of course, as a ramen stall owner, I've been working hard to train with the goal of being a ramen king. To this, the middle-aged stall owner replied seriously: "But then again, do we seem to know each other?" ”

"No, I should say we didn't know each other until I came to find that gnome. Marceau replied truthfully.

"Then why do you know where I'm going to take you away, I feel like we're ...... It seems that they have known for a long time. ”

"No, you and I are complete strangers in each other's hearts, and if I have to say anything, it should be that I have heard your legend. Marceau smiled at Mr. stall owner and explained, "Mysterious noodle stall owner in the Eastern Continent, do you think what I said is right? ”

"It's unacceptable, when did I become a legend in the market? The middle-aged man sighed bitterly, and finally shrugged his shoulders helplessly: "Ah, forget it, no matter what, I still have to feel your consumption in this stall, let's still have a chance to see you again." ”

"Well, goodbye. After Marceau finished speaking, he strode out of the path, and when he came to the avenue, the cat cub found himself in the most lively grassland elf gathering area in the north of the city, the cat cub turned around and glanced at the path, but he could no longer see the noodle stall, the middle-aged boss and the noodle stall cart seemed to disappear like a gust of wind, only the scent of scallion oil that was still entangled in the nose told the cat cub, some things were indeed stored.

"It's really the incredible existence of the original work. ”

As I said before, Marceau had seen the original, and as a foodie, the cat cub naturally remembered this hidden event - the noodle stall that mysteriously appeared and disappeared in various parts of the Eastern Continent, and its owner, sometimes talking a lot, sometimes silent is a middle-aged man who is golden.

Forget it, before that dwarf fails, the kitten cub should find a place to rest for a while. (To be continued......)

PS: Thinking back to my first book, it was nice to be young...... It's a pity that the feeling of youth can never come back.