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In the more than fifty years of Boudal's life experience so far, this has been the nonsense of those who have been intoxicated by strange gossip - over the years there have been not ten thousand but eight thousand heads beheaded for him, and no one has ever been able to return to darkness without suffering. For Boudal, death was a scene of blood splattering outwards from the breaches, eyes open and heads rolling on the ground, and headless bodies often lying to the side twitching. Budar had seen this scene countless times, and he was convinced that death should be like this.

At that moment, when Budar fell to the ground, a new world appeared before his eyes.

There was only a slight chill in his neck, which was too late for the pain of his body hitting the ground.

It's a new discovery, he thought. In the end, he was just a frog at the bottom of a well entrenched in this stone town. He thought that from the day he became a bandit at the age of thirteen, he had taken control of his own destiny and understood the whole meaning of existence; He thought that the city, his way of being, was a mockery of the wise, but it was not. If the inhabitants of Boudar were a herd of domestic animals, he would not be a wolf king - where would there be wolves stationed in barns? He is nothing more than a twisted bandit who has the misfortune to build a twisted city. All the inhabitants of this city, as well as his bandits, are normal, they have sunk, depraved, indulged in sin, but they are still alive. Most people simply chose sin, and only Boudal took it as existence itself. Now he's a hilarious joke that a teenager walks into his fortress and knocks him down with ease, like the beginning of a saga.

The coldness on his neck grew worse, and Budar felt a whirlpool appear there. The whole world, along with his consciousness, was dragged into the vortex, and he saw a white expanse in front of him.

It turned out that I was just a bandit, he thought, and the most mediocre and boring of all the bandits. He had mocked the other bandits for indulging in a dream that would one day wash their hands of gold, but then he realized that he didn't even have that dream. In this moment before death, his eyes were as pale as a blank piece of paper. He suddenly thought of the man next to him who had come to assassinate him, what kind of scene would he have seen when he had just closed his eyes and waited for death. It must be much more gorgeous than yourself, that is almost a given. He has a story - you can see it in his eyes - there is love, has he ever had love? It was possible that there would be his children in the city, but he couldn't even identify them. He tried to make up some scene, or a human face, in front of him, but that couldn't happen. He thought about it for a long time with his eyes open, but it was still a blank white in front of him.

Boudar slowly laughed out of his throat. He himself doesn't understand why he laughs, is it relief? Or is it ironic? Anyway he grinned, and he smiled and kept his eyes open.

Hill and Turner were drawn to the laughter, and Boudal lay in their sight laughing. Sometimes the cut in his neck was pulled, and the air that passed through and the blood gushing out of him drowned out his voice, but he still smiled desperately.

Boudal's laughter was nothing more than a meaningless sound to Ciel, who quietly looked at the bandit lying on the ground, pondering the logic behind his unusual move. But Turner didn't care about any of this, and the horrible laughter of the bandit leader touched the hatred buried in his heart, and he let go of Audella in his arms and stood up and walked over to the bandit, kicking the bandit mercilessly.

The sound didn't stop, and Turner felt that the laughter had become a mockery of himself. The miserable-faced women of the city of Boudal, the corpses of children pecked by crows on the side of the road, the dark eyes of the boy who snatched his weapon, and the humiliated appearance of Miss Audellane—these images kept coming to him, and he could not help but vent the anger in his heart.

The staccato laughter continued for several minutes, and Turner's punches and kicks could not stop him. For a moment, Turner even felt like it was going to be a nightmare for himself, forever with the nightmares that had already happened.

However, the voice was abruptly cut off, and Turner looked back to see that Boudal's head had been cut off by a long knife, and he stared at the white eyeballs as he slowly swallowed his last breath. The other end of the long knife was held in a slender hand.

"Miss......"

Audrey's eyes had now regained their light, and there was neither fear nor hatred in her eyes. After confirming that the bandit leader in front of her was out of breath, she calmly turned her head to look at Turner, and slowly smiled quietly.

"Miss, you're ......," Turner's words hung in mid-air, and he didn't know what to say. In addition to this, the smile on Audrey's face was also incomprehensible to him.

Da-da-da-da.

At this moment, there was a stray sound of footsteps outside the door. Hill glanced at the two men in front of him, picked up his weapon on the ground, and turned to walk outside.

However, before he could reach the door, a series of sounds of falling bodies sounded outside the door.

"I've lived for so many years, and I've never seen an assassination like this."

An old man said this, and slowly paced into the house. A cloud of smoke was dissipating from his hands.

Turner looked up and saw that it was the "Eighth Master".

"Mission accomplished." Hill blinked.

"The mission is accomplished, but it's not called an assassination at all. Where in this world is there an assassination method that goes all the way from the main gate to the enemy's lair? The eighth master shook his head, looking helpless.

"There's it here."

"I'm talking about you!"

Turner already knew in his heart at this time that this "Eighth Master" turned out to be a member of the "Kiss of Death" planted in the city of Boudal. He also understood the intention of the "Eighth Master" to let him wait until after dark before acting.

"Ciel, did you think about how to get out of here after the assassination was over?" The eighth master asked.

"Not at all."

"I'm not surprised at all......"

"But there's always a way—that's what the president told me when I set out."

"That idiot!"

"So, how?"

"So I thought about it!?" The eighth master felt that his head was about to explode in anger, not for the Hill in front of him - anyway, the young man's action style was already known to the members of the entire organization, and he would no longer be angry about it now. The object of his anger was the old man sitting in the office at the moment, because he found that he had already fallen into the calculations of the other party.

"I've taken all the savings I've saved up in this place, and now the whole inner city outside should be on the verge of falling asleep." The eighth master sighed and said. He was an expert in the use of medicines, and the drugs he had accumulated over the years for this operation had been squandered in the blink of an eye. Although he complained, he knew in his heart that if it weren't for the gap opened by Hill, it would be a complete fool's dream to spill so many drugs into all the important intersections and air passages in the inner city.

"Miss, let's get out of here quickly." Turner remembered the situation, and although Budar was dead, there were still a large group of bandits outside.

Audella didn't answer Turner's words, she stood up and slowly straightened her messy clothes. Her expression was more like that of a saint preparing for a prayer ceremony than that of a noble lady after being humiliated.

After carefully arranging her clothes, she looked at Turner calmly.

"Tell me, Turner. Where is your master, my fiancé, the second young master of the Kaile family, Carroman Kaile, now? ”

Audrey's voice was calm and solemn, and Turner felt a tremor in his heart.

"The young master is dead, miss."

Audrey looked into Turner's eyes quietly: "Dead, when?" ”

"Just a few days ago, when I was fighting bandits."

"Then why are you alive? Turner. Audella's blue eyes almost reached the depths of Turner's pupils, and after a while, a gentle smile suddenly appeared on her face: "Such a lie can't hide from me, Turner." I know you better than my fiancé. If it weren't for Carroman's order, you would never have been a deserter. You are such a proud person, such a thing will make your heart full of holes. ”

Turner had nothing to say, because what Audrey said was the truth. Four days earlier, as he had fought his way to Audrey's carriage, Carroman, who had been carrying him on his back, ordered him to break out. The pampered young master was frightened by the blood splashed on his face, and his fear of death made him decide to leave his fiancée behind. Turner was angry and even desperate at the order, but his responsibilities overrode his true thoughts.

However, after the breakout, Turner's eyes quickly humiliated Caroman, who realized that he had become a coward and a complete coward in Turner's eyes. The eyes slowly turned into a mirror, and he was annoyed by the ugly and cowardly soul in them, and he dismissed Turner from his duties as a guard in a border town, where the two parted ways.