I just finished talking with the editor yesterday, and I can't help but feel a little emotional when I speak, so please forgive me. But to be honest,According to the normal subscription ratio,My current subscription is indeed a bit unusual.,Now this book has reached a critical time.,If friends really hope that I can finish this book as planned.,Please don't look at the stolen post.,Take out a little money for less than a pack of cigarettes to support it.,Clear Sky is here to thank you.。 (These don't count as money, you have to be on duty at night, and you will send a chapter first)

Hanno lay on his big bed, breathing in pain and hard, his greedy lungs seemed to drain every ounce of strength from his body to satisfy his needs, his shriveled body was covered with abscesses of all sizes, and under his body, all kinds of excrement were piled up on the bed that once made even the richest emperor envious, which made him emit a foul smell all the time. No one wanted to approach him, except for a few flies that were interested in his excrement from time to time, landing and crawling around and on the face of the man who couldn't even move his fingers.

He was dying, and everyone knew that very well. In fact, since his body collapsed rapidly, and eventually aged too much to move, many people have been looking forward to this moment. They had carefully ascertained the truth under the guise of visitation, then they had taken over the power that belonged to him in a grand manner, and then, without any scruples, they had no scruples about putting him under house arrest in the name of recuperation, and had completely deprived him of his liberty, and now no one cared about his condition anymore, all they cared about was when the old fellow might breathe his breath and take possession of his property openly and lawfully that even the dragon would be jealous of.

Hano's consciousness was so clear that he could even remember some of his childhood memories clearly, but this sobriety did not bring him any comfort, on the contrary, the pain from his body, as well as his attachment to life and the pain of impending death, had plunged the once dominant lord into a complete fear from which he could not extricate himself.

A tall black figure silently appeared beside his bedside, which reminded Hanno of the legendary appearance of the messenger of the underworld. The association intensified Hano's fear, his breathing became rapid, and the dying lord's eyes widened as he stared at what seemed to be shrouded in a thin layer of smoke, making it difficult to see his face.

"Don't take me away, I'll give you all my possessions. Hano screamed desperately, but the screams he did with all his might sounded like a meaningless sound in his throat.

Rhaegar looked down at the culprit who had cost him all his friends. Despite the lack of conclusive evidence, Holland's confession gave him some clues, and after escaping Vane's dragon's lair, the wandering spirit, who had returned to his body and was able to think calmly, only came up with the name of the man who had bribed the Hand of Death against himself and the others—except for the lords of the richest cities in the South, who had never offended anyone who could afford to be a big man and could afford the Hand of Death's price. The Kair who was devoured by himself may have such wealth, but he has no relatives, and a mage who only relies on great power to rule his subjects will never have the kind of subordinates who are willing to go bankrupt, and no one knows that the team destroyed him except for Kair himself.

Looking at Hano, who was still breathing and seemed to be about to stop breathing at any time, Rhaegar who was originally going to use the other party's death to comfort his friends suddenly changed his mind - for Hano now, death is more like a relief.

"Don't worry, I'm not here to take your life," Rhaegar's spell-processed voice was hollow and ethereal, more in line with Hano's imaginary image of the Pluto, "If you're willing to cooperate, I promise you you'll live a long time." ”

With a slight wave of his hand, a white light immediately sank into Hano's body, who immediately felt the pain in his body lessen a lot.

"Whoever you are," Hano was finally able to say what he wanted to say, "I have to thank you, and I am willing to give you all my possessions as long as you can keep me alive." ”

"That's not necessary," Rhaegar whispered, "All I want is for you to work with me." His hand rested lightly on the other's head, "Don't worry, don't resist, it's only a few minutes, if I want to kill you, there is an easier way." ”

The geist's words undoubtedly had an effect on the extremely weak Hano, who had never allowed strangers to approach even two meters around his body, surprisingly obediently obeyed Rhaeggar's words, closing his eyes and allowing the energy emitted by Rhaegar to enter his body.

This method of reading the memories of the other person's soul comes from the memories of Rhaegar, which in ancient times was often used by the nerves to spy on the secrets of the believer's heart and use them to make them more religious, perhaps due to the stimulus caused by the death of his companions, after escaping from the dragon's lair, many memories hidden in the depths of those soul fragments automatically surfaced. But with Rhaeggar's current strength, unless the other party does not resist, the chances of this spell succeeding are almost none.

Moments later, using the emitted energy as a medium, Rhaeggar's mind managed to break into Hano's soul. Different from the previous battles that focused on destruction, at the same time as they appeared, the geist drove the scattered consciousness and plunged headlong into the opponent's turbid soul ocean.

"Find them and torture them with your cruelest punishment until they die. In return, you will receive all my possessions, but you must promise me that you will make them taste the most unbearable pain in the world!"

"It's a good offer and I'm sure my organization will be interested in it. ”

"You will get a reply in two days, and after that, a month at most, you will be able to fulfill your wishes. ”

Rhaegar flipped through Hano's memories like a dispassionate bystander, carefully searching for every clue that might be useful, and his anger at the culprit of his companion's death did not affect his judgment in the slightest—in this moment, he was the cold, sane undead again.

"You're cooperative," said Rhaegar after a few minutes, who had withdrawn from Hano's soul, "and that's a good thing for you." He cleared the mist around him and let him see his true colors.

"It's you!" Hano's screams of fear and surprise didn't alarm the people outside the room, and as with previous conversations, Rhaeggar's magic kept it completely confined to the room.

"You said you wouldn't kill me," just in an instant, this knight who was once dominant, but now just wants to live, found a life-saving straw, "You are a noble mage, you can't lie." ”

"I'm not going to kill you," Rhaegar said with a calm voice, his voice soft, as if he was afraid of scaring the other party, "I mean what I say." He chanted a mantra softly, and a soft glow poured into Hano's body from above.

"These powers will extend your life by twenty years, and they will keep you with a clear mind and sharp senses at all times," Rhaegar said word for word, looking into the other's eyes, "but they will not make your physical condition improve in the slightest, and you will live in your current state for twenty years." “

"Enjoy life, you deserve it. While the words were still echoing in the air, Rhaeggar's figure had disappeared from the room.

Noenk walked slowly down the long, damp alley, the way home from the tavern where he worked. If the daytime of the city is compared to that of a woman with heavy makeup, then the night is when she removes her makeup, and all the ugliness that has been concealed is revealed at this time, and these ghettos of low, dilapidated houses are the tumors and abscesses where the woman grows in the secrets, and as the disguise is removed, they begin to flow venom unbridled—murder, robbery, theft, and shape** These places have been chosen as the best places to carry out criminal activities, and in the alley where Noenke is now walking, there have been at least five robberies and two woundings in the past month.

But he didn't care, no one would be interested in him as a man with a salary of only two silver coins a month, so humble that he was no different from dust, and even if he sent himself to the eyes of the criminals, they would ignore him as if he were air.

The alley was dark, but it didn't matter if there was light or not for Noenke, who had been walking on the road for five or six years, and he could walk back to his place from here even with his eyes closed. Humming an unknown tune with ease, while skillfully avoiding the potholes that occasionally appeared beneath his feet, he soon approached the end of the alley, from where a few dozen meters further he could return to his humble but comfortable home.

A figure appeared in front of him without warning, and despite the complete darkness around him, Noenk was certain that until a second ago, from his position to the exit of the alley, there was no half-human being.

"Don't hurt me," Noenk's first reaction was to beg for mercy, as is the case with every civilian who suddenly encounters a robber, "I have nine copper coins, take them if you want money, I'm just a tavern waiter." ”

"Tavern waiter?" the visitor's voice was low and inexplicably intimidating, "and part-time intermediary for the Assassin Order?"

With these words, the humble Noenke seemed to suddenly change as a person, his face that seemed to be forever bent to become straighter than a javelin, and his face, which had always been full of flattery, showed an almost cold composure and shrewdness.

"Who are you?" he said in a deep voice, "Who sent you..."

A blurry light and shadow flew out of his hand as he said the last word, reaching the black shadow in an instant. It was a poisonous throwing knife that could kill even a giant elephant in a split second if it had been cut a little skin, and as an experienced killer, Noenke had the feat of shooting a silk thread hanging from a stone fifty meters away, and at such a distance, he had absolute confidence in hitting his target.

"Very good," the knife quickly disappeared into the shadows, disappearing like a stone in the sea, but it didn't do what Noenk had imagined, "Now, it's time for us to talk." An invisible force struck his body in an instant, paralyzing him.

"Don't worry," the shadow slowly approached him, "we have a lot of time. ”