"- Budar Vic, where?"

The boy's lack of undulating voices pierced the hall. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

The atmosphere in the room was particularly eerie at this time. In silence, dozens of bandits were looking at the gate with their mouths half-open. In their past career as bandits, they had never experienced anything like this. They couldn't react for a moment, and it would be a few seconds before they could connect the teenager in front of them with the "intruder".

In the midst of the silent crowd, Budar was frowning and looking at the comer. Being invaded twice in a single day made him doubt the inner city's ability to defend it. But until then, he couldn't understand the intentions of the comer, or why he was able to break in from the main entrance...... What are the patrolling and garrisoning people doing outside? An answer soon appeared in his mind, but it was too ridiculous and fantastical to believe.

The messy tabletop, the dozens of bandits standing together in jaw-dropping, the familiar faces of young women hugging in the middle clearing, and the goatee man sitting in a chair looking at him—that's all there was to Hill.

Faced with such a strange scene, the expression on Hill's face did not change at all. He moved his gaze horizontally like a machine, his clear eyes finally fixed on the goatee man's face.

"Budar Vic, is that you?"

Boudal was not prepared to answer the teenager's questions. The strange boy in front of him gave him a sense of foreboding, which made him lose the interest in talking. He raised his hand, and several bandits grabbed the weapons on the table and surrounded them.

Turner didn't see the door shattering, but the sound from the door felt familiar to him. The inorganic texture lacked undulating tones, reminding him of the young mage at the campfire last night.

He turned his head with a hint of surprise and saw seven or eight bandits rushing towards the boy with their weapons raised. However, before he had time to worry about the boy, he was dumbfounded by the next development.

In the face of the robbers rushing in front of him and the slash on the head, Hill's expression remained unchanged. Just when a few of the bandits thought they had succeeded, Hill made a move.

Slightly sideways to dodge the fatal blow from top to bottom, Hill took a light step to the left, and the short staff more than a meter long in his left hand struck the robber in front of him in the chest with lightning lightning. The blow didn't seem to have much force, but the bandit almost flew into the air. The rest of the bandits were still stunned, and they were each hit in the head and heart, and then they all fainted on the ground.

This strange unfolding surprised everyone present, Ciel's outfit and body shape looked like a weak French profession, but the smooth movements and swift skills just now were closer to that of a martial artist.

But this did not deter the rest of the bandits, and after a brief hesitation, the remaining bandits raised their weapons.

"There is only one enemy, everyone go together!"

"Kill him! Kill him, I'm going back to my hometown to get married! ”

"The body is so light!"

The bandits shouted such encouraging words as they rushed towards Hill together.

In the blink of an eye, the bandits had rushed to Hill's face. More than thirty bandits attacked Hill from all directions, and this time it was clear that there was no way to avoid it.

Seven or eight swords slashed at the black robes, and the feeling of the hit made the bandits happy in their hearts, but this joy soon came to naught.

In the middle of them, only the wide black robe floated in the air, and the young man disappeared without a trace before their eyes.

"What about people!?"

The bandits looked at each other, but the sound was heard quickly.

"On it!"

Looking up, a dark shadow was descending from the sky. Several bandits bore the brunt of the attack and quickly lost consciousness as they lay on the ground. The rest of the bandits did not flinch, and continued to charge at the figure with their swords.

Hill blossomed left and right in the crowd with a cane, and with each shot, two or three bandits fell. It was almost as if he were in a no-man's land, and everywhere he went, he was lying upside down and upright behind him. Within a minute, there were only a handful of people standing in the room.

Monster. Boudar made an assessment in his mind. These men are the elite of the bandits, and the average level is around level 13. Even Boudar himself could never easily defeat ten with one.

The boy was still standing there expressionlessly, but this time there was more of a "corpse all over the field" at his feet. The robe he was wearing had fallen to the ground, revealing the black power suit underneath it—embroidered with an icon and the words "One Zero Eighty-Six."

Turner looked up at the boy's figure, and the idea of an organization he had heard during his adventures was a slightly older name.

Kiss of Death, once a thief organization on par with the "Bloody Hand", has long since disappeared from the mainland. But stories based on them are often circulated in novels and in people's mouths, and they are often described as "thieves" and "righteous thieves", which is said to be due to the almost naïve idealism of their founders.

"You are, Budar Vic." Hill spoke slowly, a declarative sentence that included the inquiry.

Boudal has seen the shadow of death. He had been resisting and looking forward to this day for a long time, but when the breath of death really came to him, the first thing he felt was that he was overwhelmed. He did not expect that this day would come in such an ordinary situation, his imaginary death was on the grassland, in the plunder, it should be a special day, the sky was full of horses and the roars of people, he cut off the heads of countless people in the battle, and finally collapsed on the grass exhausted.

That's how it should be.

However, now, the young man in front of him brought an undesirable death, and in this stone building, he was broken through many obstacles and killed in the hall where he usually had fun. What an ugly way to die.

Budar decided to fight.

He picked up a long knife from the ground and charged at Ciel.

Bang -

In just an instant, the weapon in his hand was knocked to the ground. He didn't even know what was going on, he felt the blows in the wrist and chest one after the other, and then he fell backwards to the ground.

"Your name is Budar Vic?" Ciel looked down at his face.

"It's not." Boudar shook his head.

Hill blinked.

Turner could barely believe his ears, and the man next to him was so panicked that he would break at the first poke in order to save his life.

"Don't listen to his nonsense, he's Boudar himself!"

Hill shifted his gaze to the adventurer he had met with once: "But, he said he wasn't. ”

"He's lying!"

Hill looked back and forth at their faces, and suddenly clubbed the weapon in his hand on the ground, reaching out to grope for something in his arms.

I don't know what material the weapon was, but the pestle pierced through the marble floor and stood upright. Looking at the cobwebs that spread from the junction of the weapon and the floor, the corners of Turner's eyes shuddered.

With the power of this pestle, the level of the teenager is at least 18 or above.

Hill had already pulled out a folded piece of white paper from his bosom, and when unfolded, he could clearly see Boudal's portrait.

Hill compared the portrait to Boudal's face, then looked into Boudal's eyes.

"This portrait is exactly like you."

"That's because we're twins, I'm Boudar's younger brother." Boudal had already seen the boy's flaws, and his strong military strength but serious lack of common sense was a point that could be exploited.

He suddenly pointed behind the young man: "Look behind you, Boudal is there." ”

The boy turned his head defenselessly, and Budar picked up the long knife that had fallen to the side and leaped to his feet.

Boudal's level is level 15, and if he were in a real city, he could already be converted into an advanced class, thus becoming the main force of an adventure party. But he was content to be a bandit, and as a result, he lost the ability to get closer. But years of time have not passed in vain, although he has not gone through serious learning, he has more or less mastered an advanced skill - jump slashing.

This is a warrior skill that combines long displacement and burst, and when released, it has a lot of power, enough to split a boulder.

Turner had witnessed Boudal's journey from deception to outburst, and he had the heart to give a hint, but it was clearly too late. He didn't expect Hill to really turn his head, although he knew that this young man was ignorant of the world, but he didn't expect him to be so defenseless - how could Kiss of Death let such an inexperienced child enter the wolf's den alone to assassinate the head wolf. His eyes widened as he watched as the long knife in Boudal's hand erupted into a sharp trajectory, which was about to fall on Ciel's body in the next second.

In an instant, an arc of white light burst out in the room.

Like the last touch of moonlight before dawn, a little hoarfrost in the early morning of winter, like a meteor streaking across the wilderness, the autumn wind wafting over the bamboo forest.

As the sword light dissipated, Turner saw Hill plunging a blade into a scabbard standing on the ground. This is not a stick, but a straight knife without a feather.

With the crisp sound of the blade and the scabbard merging, the long knife in Boudal's hand fell to the ground again.

His whole body froze there, motionless, like a stone sculpture.

In the next moment, a cloud of blood mist erupted from his neck, and then slowly fell to the ground.

"There's no one behind." Hill said, "You're lying. ”