Fingertip cigarettes are a little edged.

Scarlet swept in, charred black withered and broken.

The cigarette butts landed on the finely trimmed hand-woven blanket and were crushed by boots with mud marks.

Adam turned the corner on his own, squinted and took a sharp breath, stretched his knuckles, and naturally hung down at his side, swinging backwards.

The garrison raised their spears in response.

"Hey, the celebration is not here...... Ahem. ”

Half a puff of smoke sprayed into the air, tar and suspended particles splashed on the guard's face, coughing repeatedly, and they subconsciously wanted to push the guy in front of them away.

The steel sword was thrown and landed right on Adam's swinging right hand.

Brush!

Blood splattered on the wall, drawing fading lines, and the severed arm fell to the ground, screaming before it could be slashed through the throat by the sword that broke through the smoke.

Adam stepped forward and sent the blade into the other man's chest.

He leaned against the other's shoulder, feeling the weight of his wrist gradually increase and a muffled whimper.

The blade gently detaches from the weak part of the armor, and the corpse lies down with a terrified expression.

Uh~

The last puff of smoke slowly blurred the vision, and the red dots fell, curling the broken hairs on the blanket with a slight flame.

The boots stepped on it, making a muffled noise, crushing the embers.

More footsteps came from around the corner, and where the blade had been thrown, the crowd rushed out, moving skillfully, without any sound of conversation.

Adam took the napkin from Luca and lowered it to remove the remaining blood and throw it next to the corpse.

【Taigang Tatsu Guardian (Death)】

The mercenaries were very skilled, carrying the two corpses into the pantry.

Lukka closed the window softly, glanced at the bound and gagged servants next to him, thought for a moment and blindfolded them with strips of cloth.

Sean bought a lot of news on the black market in advance and sent Lukka in through the crate without alarming anyone.

Then lurk here, providing them with other doorways to the castle.

The mercenary lifted the white cloth from the rattan basket, which ranged from daggers to light armor, and there was no movement in the room except for the sound of dressing.

They used to do a lot of "work" that required caution and silence.

It's just that now the unity has an employer and a direction in life.

"Sir, what are they going to do?"

Someone asked, and everyone stopped tacitly, and the sword was held in the hand, with a different weight.

"Woo, woo!"

Several servants shook their heads vigorously, and they were afraid that the movement would be too big and cause dissatisfaction, so they could only tremble.

Tears streamed through the blindfold, and cold sweat and horror surfaced on his face.

The mercenaries had never hesitated like this before.

Business, money, life.

In the chaotic and pickled life, he gradually blurred, silently waiting for the judgment in prison, and the last trace of warmth in his limbs disappeared......

It may already be their thinking and understanding of life and death.

【Leaders Influence Subordinate Values】

[The team of killing and respecting life has its own strengths, and it depends on your decision-making. 】

"Why do you ask me?"

Adam's expression was indifferent, and his fingers pulled away from the opponent's weapon.

"Don't the parties have the right to speak?"

The dagger swept over the corpse and aimed it at the pale-faced minions.

The wall ash is shaking, choking and undulating.

The footsteps were chaotic, and the minions did their best to crane their necks and hold their breath.

After a long time, the joy and tears of the rest of the life after the catastrophe came.

……

"Look, griffon!"

Roars and roars burst in through the windows, chandeliers filled with candles swaying, and dust spilled over the long tables.

Most of the guests downstairs were blocked in the cracks to watch, and the outside had already shouted to kill.

"How's it going, who's out there, the guards?"

"Let's get out!"

"It's safe inside the castle."

"The gate was blocked by those Anton Weisen soldiers."

There were also those who had lost their view, rushing around the table, and anxious conversations rang out all over the hall.

"Hey, who are they?"

Adam gripped the handle of his steel sword and strode up the stairs.

Heim's silver sword has been packed in the van, and tonight, there are no wraiths to hunt.

The queue behind him was neat and tight, and the sense of solemnity and discipline made it difficult to distinguish the specific identity.

Most of them think of it as a private army of someone here, or a unit under the command of a lord.

Anton Weisen's cavalry was still at the main gate, where the forces of the various armies were fighting, and there was no time to take care of the interior of the castle.

The sound of footsteps was neat and heavy, and they had reached the open walkway on the second floor.

Many people in the hall raised their eyes and followed the movement, surrounding the handrails and talking.

Adam had a minimap, he knew where Cathy was, and the other party had apparently heard movement in the room and was being protected by the military commissioner.

Four horsemen, one of whom was about to turn the cloister to investigate, would see the hall first, and then himself.

But unexpectedly, the first to stop was a certain well-dressed gentleman.

Cathy returns to the room, the staircase guards are removed, and the noble guests have access to the observation deck.

"Hey, I remember you, prisoners! Caused me to lose a lot of money! ”

Mr. Mustache screams as if he has discovered a treasure, eliciting a sudden response from the rest of the audience.

"Did the lord send you to protect us, what happened outside, tell ...... Forehead. ”

"It's a pleasure to see you again, sir."

Adam raised his hand and twisted the other man's neck, his movements moving smoothly and quickly.

"I'm sorry to lose money."

The corpse collapsed, and the mercenaries in the front row caught it and pushed it off the railing like garbage.

The troops are still advancing.

No one in the hallway on the second floor dared to speak, and they retreated back to the observation deck.

A black shadow smashed on the long table, the cutlery shattered and splashed, and the white cloth was messy.

The audience, immersed in the chaos outside the house, was finally drawn into the room.

The bottle rolled off the twisted neck and slammed into the ground with a crunching sound, and the scratched corpse was bleeding and blending with red wine.

Adam waited around the corner of the second floor, his index finger to his mouth, and looked at the guests below.

The mercenaries clenched their weapons and glared coldly, silencing them.

Once, many people also looked down on themselves condescendingly.

The sound of running gradually approached, the puzzled face protruded from the plane, the expression was still changing, and the pupils had not yet shrunk.

Adam's tin glove was swift and struck on the bridge of his nose.

【Anton Weisen Cavalry (Vertigo)】

His body flew back in the air, and several swords were sent into his abdomen and chest at the same time, nailing him to the floor.

At this time, in the room.

Cathy and the Chief of Military Discipline were shocked to realize that something was wrong, and both clenched their weapons, and pushed open the door at the same time as the remaining three cavalry guards.

Looking at each other is in the moment when you don't even notice it.

She had imagined what it would be like for the two to meet up close again.

It may be that in the arena, he is pulling the bowstring and stepping on the other person's face full of begging.

It may be on the sidelines of the racetrack, holding the Royal Froma himself, using the opponent's knee as a footstool.

In short, not as it is now.

He led the crowd to slaughter, with a sword in his right hand.