In a small room in the church, Vanessa looked calmly at the boy in front of her, who had the same black hair as her.

"What are you looking for me?"

"Can you do me a favor?" Ayton said as he touched his head, saying that he wanted to kidnap her just now, but his identity had been revealed, and he could only make peace.

Vanessa smiled lightly: "Just say, as long as I can help"

Ayton put her mind at ease, and with her personality, she probably wouldn't say anything, and took out the brocade box hidden behind her, and gently opened it, revealing the white flowers lying in the center that emitted snow fluorescence.

"Shelley's flower?" Vanessa couldn't help but open her mouth wide and look at Ayton, as if asking why this thing is yours.

Now that he had decided to ask her for help, Ayton had to give a general explanation of the situation, but withheld his name. The priestess didn't seem to care about the process, but said lightly.

"In that case, what do you want me to help with?"

"Just inject pure light magic into this" Ayton smiled, and if she refused, maybe he would go according to his original plan, and the only price might be to kill people...... Isn't it a bit too much?

Vanessa said that there was no problem, her five fingers were slightly closed, and she injected her own light attribute magic into it, and the white color of Shelley's flower seemed to be slowly moving under some kind of complex flow, and the colorful light emanated from it like fine smoke.

"Eh, master, it really works"

"Great"

After a while, the discolored light dissipated, and Vanessa's forehead was oozed a trace of sweat due to the excessive injection of magic power, and Ayton estimated that it was almost there, so he stopped and withdrew the Shelley flower, and he didn't know how to thank him for a while.

Vanessa smiled: "Don't thank me, if you want to thank me, thank the goddess of light for her arrangement."

...... "I thank her for a hammer?"

"And this Shelley flower is stained with too many sins, I hope the souls of the dead above rest in peace" Vanessa thought of something, her expression became a little sad, her hands together, and she silently recited a pious prayer.

Ayton was a little curious: "What evil?

Vanessa sighed, thought about it, and decided to tell the story, and the former also listened with interest, after all, it is good to have a little more knowledge.

It turned out that this wild Shelley flower was not discovered by the Carlyle family, but a small nobleman near the Carlyle territory was the first to discover it, and they also did extremely strict secrecy work, but unfortunately there was still a traitor inside and revealed it to the neighboring Marquis of Carlyle.

After some investigation and confirmation of the correctness, the latter thundered and sent personnel disguised as thieves to wash the small aristocratic manor in blood, and in the process, one of the heirs escaped by chance, but was also seriously wounded, and was rescued by Vanessa, who was in a church in a nearby small town, and learned about it.

The surviving heirs did not choose to stand up for revenge, but hid in the crowd, waiting for revenge in the future.

And because of the bloody incident, the aura of the flower of Shelley was polluted, and the Carlyle family decided to sell it at a high price after all the research was fruitless, and the Duke of Halle's people learned about it for some reason, and it was probably the news revealed by the survivors.

Under the cover of Grover's men, the auction was intercepted by the Assassin Guild he hired, and because he had to go outside the city to deliver it, Clementine met Ayton and the two while hiding in the Southern District.

Thinking clearly, Ayton felt that this matter was not complicated, and looking at Vanessa's unsolicited and generous attitude, a warmth flowed in his heart. In the cold dark elf society, there will never be a character like her...

"Brother, are you alright?" Ariel outside the door urged impatiently.

"Okay" Ayton walked out of the door, looking at the two girls outside the door, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, life is settled, there is no need to be trapped in the cave that does not see the light of day as before.

"Why is it so long? Angel didn't say it would be solved soon," Ariel puffed out with her hands on her waist.

"It won't take long," Ayton looked at the sky, it wasn't yet lunch.

"If it's okay, then I'll go first," Vanessa greeted softly, and Ayton said goodbye apologetically. With Eva with her, Ariel walked in the direction of home first......

After getting along today, he generally understands that Eva is a person, with a strong personality, keen skills, and how to be grateful... These are fully compliant with the standards for close protection against the stars.

......

In the eastern area of Huangyao, a small room filled with the faint smell of rotten wood.

Bang Bang...

A thin old man was thrown heavily on the debris in the corner, accompanied by the sound of ceramic bottles and cans, he struggled to raise his head, a trace of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, and his face looked at the tall figure in front of him with a frightened face.

"You.. What the hell do you want to do? I'm just a businessman, and I don't know where to offend you."

The figure did not speak, and slowly walked towards the old man, a beam of sunlight shining through the small window above his cold face, thick eyebrows, big eyes, and a strong body, it was none other than the retired member of the Assassin Guild, Bais.

It's just that his eyes are not as calm as before, revealing an eerie atmosphere, Bais leaned down like a chicken, grabbed the placket of the old man who sold the house with one hand, and threw it heavily on the sofa, bursting out a cloud of dust, and the latter just wanted to get up and call for help, but was blocked by a big hand.

Clang...

A bright dagger was plunged deep into the wooden table, and the old and decayed wooden table immediately could not bear the pressure and split in half from the gap, and the old man of the seller immediately trembled with fright.

Bais snorted coldly, let go and sat down, twisted his stiff neck, and said, "Where do those two young men with black hair and black eyes live?"

There was a shouting from the bustling street outside, and as an ordinary person, the thin old man knew that it would be easy for the other party to kill him, so he sat on the sofa obediently and did not dare to move.

"In... In the South District" two minutes ago, the other party couldn't help but push the door in, he thought that someone had bought a house again, but the middle-aged man just asked if there had been two young people to buy a house, and he immediately thought of Ayton and Ariel a few days ago.

But as a businessman, one of the principles is to protect the privacy of customers, but the other party grabbed him in a trance, and without saying a word, he was directly beaten.

"Where's the South District?" Byss lowered his head, took out a rag and wiped the dagger in his hand, the old man who sold the house chattered his tongue, and told an approximate location, a two-story mansion with a front yard and a back yard, surrounded by a fast open space, easy to remember.

Bais didn't look up, and after a moment of silence, he spoke, "Key?"

"Huh?" the old man was suddenly surprised, how did he know that he still had a spare key to the iron door?

Baiss looked up, staring at him with murderous intent, and frightened the old man to open a cabinet in the corner, which was full of neat keys, and took out the keys belonging to Ayton's mansion and handed them to him.

"Were there anyone else around them at the time? When Bais said this, he lowered his head again, and the old man who sold the house did not dare to look at him, and said respectfully.

"There is also an ordinary teenager in the rat area, he is my insider, and usually he calls newcomers to come to me to buy a house. ”

“... Gone?"

The old man shook his head again and again, praying in his heart that this figure would leave quickly, and that he would dare to ride on his head, and when he went back, he must call the person above him to make his own decisions, and see where he is sacred.

Between thoughts, the sword flashed, and the old man's body fell straight to the ground... Blood burst onto the rusty key.

Baith wiped the blood from the key, put it away, put on his hood, and hid the body in the old cupboard with a blank face, and walked out of the small room.

The middle-aged man looked at the sunlight shining in from above, moved his wrist, and in the eight years he had been retiring from the rivers and lakes, this was the first time he had shot to kill...