The Old Cathedral District is like the gutter alleys of Ebonden, the slums of Golovin, and the lower town of the Red Blood Castle are also home to gangsters such as thieves, robbers, and thugs, just as even the most beautiful houses have rat nests.

Sewage flowed like a stream on the ground, and the ground turned into black mud under the trail of a pair of footprints and wheels, splashing everywhere and sticking to the crumbling doors and windows and muddy walls nearby.

Having slipped out of the back door of the Doge's Palace, Cortés with a gloomy face made his way through the gates of the Red Blood Fortress, familiar with the narrow alleys of the old church district, unconcerned about the stinking dirty water beneath his feet.

Messy, wet hair like a wild dog's mane hung down on his forehead, his coat and trousers were washed white, a dagger was hidden in each of his trouser legs and coat sleeves, and under his gloomy cheeks were a pair of straight eyes and two dog-like tiger teeth, but the neck was hunched more like a poisonous snake hiding in a hole.

The doors of the taverns on both sides of the road were open, and the sounds of men and women frolicking, and the smell of inferior ales and sour wines, Cortés had no intention of stopping, and leaned forward with his head hunched over and his hands in his pockets.

At the corner of the familiar house, Cortez suddenly stopped, and frowned at the guy standing in the alley, playing with a dagger—the only way to his lair, and no fool in the vicinity dared to block anyone.

"Who are you?" asked Cortez, frowning and annoyed.

The other party's dress and the silver-glossing dagger in his hand reminded him that he was a rich man - and his experience reminded him not to provoke a rich man.

"Me? I've been waiting for you for a long time. With a flip of his right hand, the black-haired wizard who hooked the corners of his mouth smiled sideways, looking at the down-and-out and somewhat obscene middle-aged man in front of him:

"The disgraced gang leader, the number one scum in the old church district, relying on the little beggars to gather information to extort money from shops and material merchants, or colluding with patrols to frame foreign caravans with contraband, and recently I heard that he also took refuge in the Governor's Mansion of Byrne and became Lord Gaspar's doglegs...... 'Gutter Rat' Cortez, am I not mistaken?"

Loren, with his hands behind his back, turned around, and Cortés took a half-step back alertly, looking at the black-haired wizard from head to toe:

"Y-What do you want to do?!"

"It's nothing, it's just that I suddenly want to talk to you and talk to you about a business by the way. ”

"What business?" Cortés held his right hand behind his back and his left hand grasped the dagger hidden in his sleeve.

"Time is of the essence, so I'll cut it short. Loren, who pretended not to see it, shrugged his shoulders and had a formulaic smile on the corner of his mouth: "How about I want you to betray the Governor's Mansion of Byrne, and then join the Turin family, the price is arbitrary." ”

"Wait, why do you say I took refuge in the Governor's Palace?"

"Why, do you think it's a secret?"

The black-haired wizard's expression was very impatient, and Cortez, who was stunned by the sentence, was stunned for a moment, and only suddenly reacted when he saw the color of Loren's hair and eyes:

"Loren Turin... You're 'that' Loren Turin——!"

There was irrepressible excitement in his trembling voice... This is the person whom the Governor named to kill, and he actually sent it to the door himself! If only he could have captured him alive... Or send the head to the governor's palace, wouldn't that ......

"Alright, okay, don't get excited. Loren became more and more impatient, and waved his hand at her: "Do you agree or not? If you don't agree, can you trouble yourself on the spot?" I'm sorry, I'm in a hurry now." ”

"Yo... Master Wizard, do you think you can get out of here with a bang?"

Cortés' expression was grim, his greedy eyes staring at the black-haired wizard's every move, and two daggers flew up and down his hands.

In his eyes, Loren Turin in front of him was about to become a big walking purse - this is mine, no one wants to rob me!

Loren smiled slightly, clasping his hands on his shoulders: "So... You don't agree?"

"You give me death!"

Cortez's left hand was sharp, and the moment he pounced, the dagger in his right hand was already stabbing at the black-haired wizard's face in one step - this was to seal the movement, as long as Loren dared to retreat, he could cut his throat with a single sword.

can be a gang leader in the old church district, and his "gutter rat" Cortez is also a ruthless character in this realm!

"Bell ——!"

The dagger that stabbed out of the air missed, which was not what he expected, but for some reason there was no figure in front of him, and just as Cortez was still stunned, a hand suddenly "snapped!" and pressed on his shoulder.

Cold sweat like rain!

This guy... When did you run behind me?!

As soon as Cortés tried to fight back, he swung his right hand behind him and was pinched by the black-haired wizard, and Loren, who pinched his wrist, kicked him in the back, and with the force of the two separated, he slammed it away.

"Ahhh——!hhh

The crisp sound of the wrist bone breaking was muffled by screams, and the expressionless Loren raised his eyebrows: "The negotiation failed... It looks like it can only kill you. ”

As he spoke, the black-haired wizard walked unhurriedly towards the "gutter rat" who collapsed in the sewage ditch, clutching his right hand and screaming.

The sound of splashing footsteps was heard, and Cortez, who finally realized the difference between the two sides, was so frightened that he struggled to get up, brandishing a dagger in his left hand and turning to run.

"No escape. ”

Casually pulling away the dagger that the opponent had stabbed, his right hand immediately pushed up the opponent's chin, and his steps turned sideways, while raising his left arm and aiming his elbow at Cortez's chest.

"Bang ——!"

Cortez, who didn't even have time to scream, fell directly into the muddy alley - just now, as long as he changed it to a dagger, the gang leader in front of him was already a dead man.

"Do you know why I didn't kill you... Because I have to figure out what is going on before I die-after all, I actually have no grievances with you, so I'm a little embarrassed to just kill you like this. ”

Cortez, who was pressed to the ground, was still struggling desperately, looking at the other party's indifferent expression in horror... By the way, this is the old church district, as long as I shout......

"Don't dream, no one will come out if you shout your throat... Do you think that the little beggars under your command will be grateful to the 'boss' who beats them all day long, forces them to ask for food and steals, and is cold and hungry?"

Cortez's heart was cold... This guy, how can he even ...... such a thing

"How do I even know about such a thing? Because somebody told me, of course... Otherwise, why do you think I would know the exact time of your return?"

"Why do I dare to appear here alone and wait for you, but no one comes to my stubble?"

"Why is it that there is not even a single person who comes up to warn you of such a long journey from the Governor's House to the Old Church District?"

As he spoke, the black-haired wizard blocked the stones that Cortez spat out of his mouth, and the muddy gang leader was still struggling desperately, helplessly being pressed to the ground, and Loren's right hand pressed his chin, and even the "street method" of opening his mouth and biting people was useless.

"Guess what, I can give you a little hint. With a chuckle, Loren had already pressed Cortés' right shoulder, and the terrified "gutter rat" had sensed something and struggled desperately.

"Remember... Did you let someone sneak up and tell me about the evidence of 'vampires'... Remember, where did he go afterward?"

When the words fell, the dying and struggling gang leader suddenly froze, and the next second his cheeks suddenly turned hideous, and his eyes were about to split:

"That stinky little ghost, you dare to betray me——!!!!"

"Correct!"

The right hand that was stuck in his throat stretched down, and then violently exerted force.

"Click!"

With a crisp cracking sound, Cortez's head tilted.

Throwing the corpse on the ground, a blank Loren pulled out a small notepad from his coat pocket—it was brought by Charlotte—and smeared some blood from the corner of Cortez's mouth, crossing out a name on it.

"Alas...... There are so many more. ”

With a tired sigh, Loren, who put away the notepad, turned around and walked slowly towards the exit of the alley.