Thirty seconds, every second was so long, in the dim and cramped corridor, there was only the sound of breathing and the crisp sound of sword blades clashing.

If there were anyone else here at this time, you could clearly see the dense beads of sweat on the face of Sandro, the leader of the "Brotherhood of the Bloody Hand"-

Sweat pooled down his cheeks and chin, and with heavy panting, heavy breathing, his chest heaving and heaving, Sandro felt as if his lungs and throat were on fire, and he had forgotten how long it had been since he had felt it. But he still vaguely remembered that many years ago, when he was still a soldier, he experienced a tragic battle in a battle against the fierce captain of the Tasian cavalry-

He wielded his sword desperately, and at the cost of being seriously wounded, he managed to finish the opponent with great difficulty. When the cold blade stabbed into his opponent's heart, he didn't get much better, leaving a long, frightening gash on the left side of his waist, and even his intestines were exposed.

Recalling this, my heart palpitated.

Later, he went through some not-so-glorious things one after another, and along the way, he finally became the leader of the "Brotherhood of the Bloody Hand".

He seemed to have experienced the taste of almost death again—the young man's swordsmanship was like a kind of superb fast swordsmanship, and countless sword shadows intertwined and overlapped, interweaving a brilliant curtain of light in front of him.

Jingle Bell –

Sandro flipped his wrist and took another step back. It was a series of rapid stabs, and he used his rich combat experience to block five or six of them, but there was still a moment when the attack landed on his right shoulder, bringing out a splash of blood.

"Why? Your Excellency, it seems that we have no grievances. ”

Sandro endured the pain in his shoulder, and he took advantage of the brief interval between attacks to switch his sword to his left hand, and spoke again. He felt that the young man in front of him was even more terrifying than the former Tasya scout captain, and this kind of swordsmanship was not at all like what ordinary ruthless characters could have-

Jian Hao?

Sandro began to be suspicious. He knew that even those with a similar level of strength would be vastly different from each other because of their combat skills. Maybe others only know that he has the strength of the high-level almost pinnacle, but they don't know that his swordsmanship skills have stepped into the level of a quasi-swordsman.

However, this young man, both in terms of strength and swordsmanship, has completely suppressed him.

Sandro was only slightly stunned, but he saw a strange smile on the corner of the young man in front of him, and then strode towards him-

Like an eagle pecking at a rabbit, he felt the figure in front of his retina shake, and then, the sharp pain enveloped him like a rolling tide.

Although this sword can be seen clearly, his left hand can't keep up with the opponent's speed at all!

Charge!

Valorant! Cross Slash!

The silver-white sword shines through the chest and abdomen!

Blood was pouring in the sky, and Gross collected his sword and sheathed it. His eyes were fixed on Sandro's dilated pupils, and only then did he slowly say from his mouth: "Because, this is my task." ”

Task?

What task?

Sandro still had the last little bit of consciousness left, and when he heard this answer, his already collapsed figure raised his head with difficulty, "Heh, are you those damn bounty hunters?" Let me think about who hired such a clever swordsman as you......"

"Nobody hired me."

Gross shook his head. The Frosty Sword sliced through Sandro's upper clothes, and he saw that the leader of the Brotherhood of the Bloody Hand had hideous scars all over his skin, and he swept his gaze to stand in front of Sandro, half a head taller than the rogue leader.

"Your military swordsmanship is very good, maybe, I should give you a good time."

"Whew, you'll regret it. Earl of Grenfell ......"

A sword flashed into Sandro's throat, and the leader of the Brotherhood of the Bloody Hand didn't even finish his last words.

[The Rogue Who Bullies the Good and Fears the Evil] (Completed): The goddess of fate, Elubea, has finally completed the righteous judgment in her way, mortals, please do not forget, God is watching you!

Gain 30,000 XP!

Gain Edwin Royal Reputation 20, open the Royal Reputation and Friendship system, and the current Edwin Royal Friendship has been changed from -100 to -80!

Wait a minute?

Royal prestige and friendliness?

Gross was stunned for a moment when he saw the prompt in his unique field of vision. There was nothing surprising about this quest other than providing a decent amount of experience, but after seeing the words prestige, friendliness, etc., he couldn't help but have some questions-

Some of the missions in the game do involve the relationship between the player and the various factions, and a few months ago he attacked Princess Samantha and thought he was unaware, but the line displayed in the system told him an extremely important truth, "people are doing it, the sky is watching"!

There is a god at the head?

However, otaku is a very staunch atheist at heart-

Gross seemed to think about it, but he didn't have the slightest guilt or regret for his actions at that time, and at this time, when it came to the prestige gained by killing Sandro, he could be sure that this rogue leader was definitely involved in the hostile forces of the Elantra Kingdom or the Edwin royal family.

Elantre's enemies, during the year of the Red Moon, include the Tasyas, the barbarian tribes of the Turandot Heights, and the kingdom of the dead, Dir. But isn't the Earl of Grenfell, who that guy just mentioned, the president of the Boomer City Council?

Gross remembered that the Count came from the fertile and fertile Plains of Dohertys, and belonged to one of the core nobles in the territory of Lazis, and he could not believe that this powerful man had a shady collusion with the enemies of the Elantra Kingdom—

In the history of the game in his previous life, this count did not do a single act of treason until he died under the sword of the green knight Hayden Relgar at the end of the "Seven Years' War", and he can be regarded as a qualified nobleman with a firm position.

To be precise, the Earl of Grenfell was also a hardcore pro-king figure.

Then, this matter should be due to the hooligan leader in front of him himself-

Sandro's body was lying in a pool of red blood, and the hallway was filled with a fishy smell, and Gross didn't shy away from it, he bent down and was about to seriously examine the body.

"Boss?"

Scott took his sword and stepped up the stairs to get behind him.

"The following miscellaneous items have been solved by us."

"Well done."

Gross replied back.

"Did you find anything?"

Seeing Gross's actions, Scott couldn't help but ask curiously.