The so-called combat exercises sent by the Assassin Order were, of course, a crusade against a specific target. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 The info crusade is a tactful way of saying it, and to put it bluntly, it's just killing.

No matter how righteous the justification is, the mutilated and ugly corpse will not be made kind and lovely. The feeling of vomiting in the stomach, the blood on the hands and body, and the strong sense of reality that someone had taken a life with his own hands, in general, killing is such a thing.

Having been doing this for more than forty years, Partridge not only vividly remembers the panic when his hands were stained with blood for the first time, but also the various expressions on the faces of all members of the group after their first action were contained in a booklet. This is a tradition of the kiss of death, where the first mission is led by a reliable senior and is responsible for taking a photo of the newcomer at the end. Painful, distorted, confused, determined, all kinds of expressions come together, this is the foundation of the existence of the kiss of death, is their first path, Partridge hopes that each member can remember their original expressions, not only for the sake of remembrance, but also as a continuation of the mood at that time.

Taking someone else's life can never be a habit, and you have to face your own inner pain every time. Without such an awareness, you are not worthy of killing, this is the insistence of Partridge as president.

Of course, there are exceptions, and that is Hill.

Compared to the other members of the group, Hill is like an emotionless, cold and efficient machine, and when he first acts, he moves even more neatly than the seniors who lead the group, and brings back photos with the same puppet-like expression as ever. This was a long-standing knot in Partridge's heart, but fortunately, Hill never took the lives of any of his accomplices other than his main target, so Partridge judged that Hill would not be completely indifferent to the murder.

Right now, it wasn't Hill in his eyes, but the girl on the side.

The seed planted in the city of Boudal may be the key to its germination. Partridge pins his hopes on the girl, who is the first person of her age and barely equal in Ciel's life, and will soon become Ciel's companion. Will Hill change in the future? What will it become? He had always regarded Hill as his grandson, and Partridge had high expectations for the girl in front of him.

Now, he is waiting for the girl's reaction. What kind of psychology will a girl who has been living in isolation from the world and has no experience in the world face the task of killing? Confused? Or will there be a fiery and extreme sense of justice because of the murder of his clan? Partridge himself could not grasp the ambivalence of the moment, and the girl's reaction might lead to danger if it was too cheerful, but it would not help to stop here.

He paid close attention to Alex's expression, waiting for the other party's choice.

"Combat exercises...... Is that the kind of thing that Kiss of Death usually does? ”

Still holding Ciel's sleeve in her hand, Alex asked hesitantly.

"Of course. That's what Hill usually does. ”

Partridge deliberately adopted a different way of putting it.

"I see." Nodding, Alex understood what he meant: "If Hill can usually complete a task alone, but the two of us can't complete it, it means that I have become a drag, and the combination is a failure." Is it? ”

"In terms of physiognomy, there is no doubt that your characteristics are compatible." Partridge said slowly, "Hill has always liked to burst in from the front, and when paired with a Guardian known for his defense and protection, it is undoubtedly a great strength. ”

Partridge looked at the two men standing across the table, who were now standing together in a strange position as they had been pulling out to duel before.

After a pause, he continued.

"But this is just a theory, and what it actually is depends on actual combat to explain. What do you think? Miss Alex, would you like to take on this challenge? ”

Alex didn't answer immediately, she stared at Partridge with her eyes.

"The targets are all bad guys, right?"

Alex's words are childlike and even childish, and this immaturity and innocence can't help but make Partridge smile. Of course, he could be so sure, but he didn't want to, he wanted to see the nature of the girl when she faced conflict.

"I don't know what your standard of bad people is, but our goals are indeed sinners who impose unforgivable calamities on the innocent." Seeing the thoughtful expression on Alex's face, Partridge continued, "I want to remind you, Miss Alex. Evil people sometimes have a soft side in their hearts, no matter what kind of sinner they are, after killing them, they will create a gap in social relations. His friends, children, parents, lovers, somewhere, maybe there will be people who are sad about his death - even then, can you do it? ”

"But they're bad people, aren't they?"

In the face of Partridge's words, Alex seemed completely unmoved. Partridge was a little stunned, and he tried his best to look into Alex's eyes, where there was neither hesitation nor indignation, but only a matter of course.

"I don't understand complicated things, but shouldn't the bad guys be defeated? Whether it's in the story or in the comics, it's like this. The girl, who made such a natural expression, had completely forgotten that her own people still did not know good and evil in their hearts.

"Alex, simple-minded." Glancing to the side, Hill made a succinct comment.

"Very good, you three nothings, it seems that today's fight is unavoidable. Come, follow me outside. ”

Ciel pressed his foot against the floor, rubbing against Alex's pull to drag him towards the door.

Looking at the farce of the children in front of him, Partridge was a little distracted.

The girl's pure and innocent words made him realize that when he was young, didn't he also have such a pure ideal in mind, and he slowly came to this point? Is it just because I have seen more, experienced more, suffered more injuries, and have deeper pain and understanding on this road, that I can give a sense of superiority to people who are at the starting point and have just set off, so I judge them in vain, and even test them condescendingly like this?

At the age of sixty, Partridge now feels a hint of shame in his heart.

"Ciel, what do you think?"

Partridge turned to Ciel.

Hearing Partridge's question, Hill blinked, "I did as instructed in the mission." ”

Hearing the expected answer, Partridge shook his head helplessly.

"Hey! Where do you have the qualifications to say that others are simple-minded! ”

In response to Alex's complaints, Hilmer was silent.

"So be it for now." Partridge said, "Come here tomorrow morning, and I'll send you the latest mission." ”

"Tomorrow? So what do we do now? ”

Hearing the girl's question, Partridge smiled.

"Don't you want to have a duel with Ciel?"

"Huh? Are you really coming? Alex froze for a moment.

"It's an exaggeration to say it's a duel, but at least you can get to know each other better." Partridge said, "This is very necessary for your next mission. ”

Partridge's words were reasonable, and neither Alex nor Hill objected.

"Then, Salom, you take them to the martial arts."

“.…..”

Salom, who had been silent from the beginning, did not seem to hear his words, and stood there as if her eyes were closed.

"That, Miss Salom?"

"Huh?" Shalom opened her eyes and recognized the situation, and she bowed in the direction of Ciel and Alex and apologized.

"I'm so sorry, I just lost my mind a little."

"Ah, no, it's okay." Restrained by the other party's formal attitude, Alex seemed a little flustered.

"Then again, Miss Salom is distracted, and suddenly feels a sense of intimacy."

Alex said with a smile. She has always had a certain sense of distance from this capable woman who seems meticulous and has a slightly poisonous tongue, and at this time, the little flaws exposed by the other party make her feel close and cute.

"Well, I'm sorry."

The uniformed Peugeot woman returned her with an elegant smile.

"Because I was standing next to His Highness Hill, I couldn't help but breathe in the smell of His Highness Hill's body desperately, and I was a little intoxicated."

"Huh?"

Alex's strange words caused Alex's brain to stop working for a moment.

"Shut up, Salom, don't tarnish your image anymore." Partridge helplessly lifted his forehead.

"President, are you finally Alzheimer's? I just sniffed it with my nose and didn't really lick it, what do you say, stop ......" Salom said coldly, but the next moment an abnormal flush appeared on her face: "It's difficult, can you say that it's okay to lick it?" ”

"Mr. President, Miss Salom's personality seems to have deflected in an unbelievable direction, is it really okay?"

"Don't worry, she's just a little fanatical about Ciel."

During Alex's conversation with Partridge, in order to avoid Salom's eager gaze licking her whole body, Ciel walks behind Alex to cover herself.

"That's, that'......"

Stuck between the two like a shield, Alex looked overwhelmed.

Seeing Alex in front of her sight, Salom seemed to come back to her senses all of a sudden.

"What a faux pas."

"No, nothing." Alex replied cautiously, "Miss Salom, are you really all right?" ”

"Well, don't worry." Shalom, who was in uniform, showed an intellectual and confident expression: "Your mediocre and boring face suddenly appeared in front of you, and it returned to reality in an instant." ”

"You're 100% hating me, aren't you!?"

Isn't there a normal person in the kiss of death? Alex thought in despair.