239 Downing Street.

A small, inconspicuous antique house sits here, and the owner of the house, who looks to be a blind man between thirty and forty, looks like an artist more than a businessman in judging by his well-dressed clothes and the occasional fair-skinned and slender fingers when he plays with antiques, and many people believe that he is a pianist who once participated in a large orchestra performance, but only for some unknown reason has to run a small shop to make ends meet—even, With his blue eyes that vaguely reveal the vicissitudes of life and melancholy, as well as his upright and handsome perfect figure, he once became a hot topic of discussion among the high-class ladies.

But as time goes by and the years get older, few people have set foot in this old shop.

Today, however, the small shop welcomed a small guest—the footsteps of the guest were light and fast—and it was evident that the other party had not deliberately concealed his arrival, but that the footsteps were almost inaudible based on some professional instinct, and if it were not for the smell of herbs, he could not even be sure of the arrival of the mysterious visitor.

It seems that I have met a companion.

The blind shopkeeper thought about it, and at the same time sketched in his mind the appearance of the other party—small, light, and a lady—but he didn't know if it was a young and beautiful girl.

Then I couldn't help but laugh dumbly: How old are you and how old do you still care about this?

"I'm looking for the Night's Watch."

When he was hesitating to mention this descendant, the little guest suddenly spoke, and his voice could be heard as a deliberate hoarse, but this level of disguise was just a small trick in front of him, and he easily heard the real age that the other party deliberately hidden, but because of this, he fell into a deep shock - the other party's age was obviously not more than ten years old, and he had not yet entered the voice change period!

It's not terrible to be a killer under the age of ten, it's scary to know that a killer with such a skill is less than ten years old!

Just from the other party's pace, he could tell that this little guest was a master of stealth, such a character could even perfectly blend into the night without the help of alchemy props, like a ghost, and was a top killer that any nobleman would fear.

Especially...... She's a poisoner, and even more so a poisoner!

Even now that he thought about it, he couldn't help but feel creepy at what this little killer could achieve later, especially for a killer, the only thing that could boast of achievement was the Killing Throne piled up with layers of corpses.

"I'm looking for the Night's Watch." The little guest repeated in a nonchalant tone, with a hint of threat, "I don't like to repeat the same thing three times. ”

"I'm sorry, but I'm running an antique shop." The blind boss, though he knew how terrible the other party's potential was, would not let it stop him from forgetting his identity and duty, "Turn left and go straight ahead until you reach the third intersection, where it should be sold—but you can go to the West Block for a classic epic like 'The Night Watch,' which is cheaper and more affordable than here." ”

"You know what I'm talking about," the little guest's tone turned cold, "I'm not one to be patient. ”

"Then you're in luck," the man said with some emotion, and with a gentle smile in return, "I'm a very patient man, and I'll answer all your questions carefully." ”

However, the other party responded with silence, a long silence.

This made the owner of the antique shop a little unhappy, and the other party's breathing was as smooth and rhythmic as ever, which made him rely on his sense of hearing to figure out people's hearts rarely wonder about the psychology of the guests - however, it was obvious that this little killer could be so calm, there must still be someone who had informed her, or was still preparing some kind of follow-up.

"I think you'll be interested in this." She suddenly laughed and threw a package from her hand, "Human beings always want to see the longer term, but they don't know that they can't even take care of the present, so how can they say it for a long time." ”

The blind man did not reply, and with the sound of the flow of air he accurately took the package, and stroked it repeatedly through the thin light veil, as if caressing his beloved collection, so attentive, so dignified—after a while, he spoke, and his tone was as cold as winter: "It's a water rat—you killed him." ”

"That's right." "I killed him, and I thought his head was still of some use, so I stayed." ”

This time it was the turn of the owner of the antique shop to fall silent, he clearly knew what kind of energy the water rat, the king of the sewers, the spider web he created, was called the third eye of the Asna family by the cunning fox Sabel, in order to protect his safety, the head of one of the three kings' family, even sent a professional to protect him, but even so, he still died, died at the hands of this killer.

It's not good stubble.

After confirming this again, he carefully considered the gains and losses, and finally nodded, got up and closed the door of the antique shop, hung up a sign that was temporarily closed, and then bowed slightly and made a gesture of please: "Welcome inside, this little lady." ”

"The first small print is redundant." The little guest muttered dissatisfiedly, looked at the secret door that suddenly opened on the floor, entered it without any scruples, snapped his fingers, and the torches on the wall were lit one after another, illuminating the deep and damp corridor, "It looks quite decent." ”

Although the blind boss can't see, his sense of hearing is far beyond the imagination of ordinary people, and he knows very well what the "bang" sound is, but it is precisely because he knows that he can hardly suppress the surprise in his heart - how could she know the arrangement of the mechanisms in the secret tunnel? This is something that even water rats don't know!

"I remember I said my patience wasn't very good." The guest, who had drifted away, suddenly stopped and threatened in a calm tone, "You'd better not let me find a chance to have a seizure. ”

The man didn't answer, just silently quickened his pace.

If they could, no one would want to offend an assassin, especially an assassin who had the ability to assassinate professionals.

The passage to the ground was not very long, and it was not long before it came to the end, at least the end of the surface—a stone hut with only a butter lamp with little oil and water, except for the necessary tables and chairs.

"You may be seated." The blind antique shop owner lit the butter lamp, and the dim candlelight illuminated the small secret room, "As you might have guessed, I'm one of the Night's Watch - So, what the hell are you looking for the Night's Watch?" ”

"It's not a big deal," the little guest stated simply, "I just want to know about the mage." ”

"Mage?" The night watchman shook his head, "It's not part of the service. ”

"If I'm not mistaken, your backstage should be a mage." The guest pointed out in a voice of undoubted conviction, and said with a sneer, "There are at least three warning enchantments and two protective enchantments along the way—well, don't try the alchemy device for communication at hand, I found it as soon as I came in and destroyed it." ”

"Who the hell are you?" The blind boss frowned and asked, but there was no overreaction.

"It's not something you should know," the guest shook his head, then said in a flirtatious tone, "but that's okay, just show a little sincerity, I can tell you for sure that I'm a mage." ”

What kind of sincerity is this? This is a naked threat!

For a while, the night watchman's face was very ugly, but because of the gap in strength between the two sides, it was not easy to attack, and finally he could only sigh and say, "Master Mage...... It's not that I mean to embarrass you, it's just ...... You should also know what will happen to me if I tell you this. ”

- Blood-for-blood.

Those who betray mages often get the most tragic revenge, which is an important reason why mages have been able to escape the pursuit of the church time and time again - no one will provoke those mysterious spellcasters for a few dozen gold coins, and their revenge has never been merciless, and even the church is helpless.

"It's not the same." The guest said, "We are the people...... Ahem, the mage has internal contradictions. ”

Conflicts within the mage...... That's a nice thing to say, but in fact, regardless of whether the mage retaliates or not, whether you are a mage or not, or not.

"Tsk...... The mage has internal contradictions, and I can't trust you. ”

The blind boss is not blind, in the end, he is also a warrior, but he is not a soft persimmon that can be manipulated by others, the head of the water rat is indeed a token with deterrent power, but the water rat is just the leader of an underground force, compared with the high-ranking mage, it is like a cloud. He didn't have to be hostile to a behemoth that would make people shudder just thinking about an enemy that might be worth fearing.

"It's okay, you don't have to trust me." The visitor's tone was flat, but the Night's Watchman, who had hovered on the edge of life and death many times, felt a chill to his bones for no apparent reason, and before he could make a move, the uninvited guest had already moved—no, not so much as mouth—and a short syllable suddenly sounded, and he was momentarily bound to his seat by the atmosphere, unable to break free.

It would be fine if it was just that, but more importantly, he couldn't breathe even though the air was around him, and the strong feeling of suffocation made his whole body arch unconsciously, and he kept retching.

"You just have to obey me and fear me."

The little guest approached his ear and whispered softly, just as -

Demonic whispers.