This is the last pride of the "old mercenary" Congreve.

He could not accept his death at the hands of others.

Dardanelle and Pyne sat in the griffon's saddle, and were getting ready to do so, but for a moment they froze in place—

Congreve's sword contains the will to die, and it is resolute and unhesitating.

Blood splattered from their necks, and the soldiers holding their spears around them couldn't help but take a step back in unison.

Gross shook his head and sighed.

He stood in front of the windowsill, and happened to see this scene, and he was feeling a great pity in his heart—

At this time, he recognized Congreve, the old man who had had a brief encounter with him at the Karlsas Music Theater not long ago, a bounty hunter at the peak of his career.

A lot of experience points.

Gross wished that the person who wielded that sword was himself, but he quickly relieved himself, because of this matter, he could only think about it for a moment-

The large crowd of armed soldiers in the streets had sealed off the block, and there were two griffon knights who were eyeing him, and even if they did it, it would not be his turn to be a bystander.

Regarding the assassination incident that happened in the city of Karthas tonight, although he finally couldn't resist the huge temptation of "LVup" and mixed it up, but judging from the degree of impact of the result, he was indeed an insignificant bystander-

Gross's mind drifted far away, and according to his memories in the game from his previous life, Princess Samantha, the target of the assassination, ended up surviving the night.

If nothing in particular had changed, he would have spent the night with his companions.

Go home?

The concept of home, of course, is not only in the memory of the quiet village -

As early as the outbreak of the "Fog Pine War", the rural farmers in the north who escaped the war fled into the deserted mountains and forests, and their group was very lucky to find a good place.

The Ampton Mine in the Nogo Mountains.

……

Derek pursed his lips tightly.

His gaze was complicated, and he seemed to be a little absent-minded. Slowly moving away, he sat at the head of the bed, and the yellow blanket on the bed still had the old man's body temperature—

All this is a long story, but from the old man waking up to the picture of drawing his sword and killing himself, it is only a short two or three minutes.

The soldiers quickly left, and the tavern hall downstairs of the "Traveler's House" quickly returned to its former bustle—even a little more noisy than before.

The guests inquired curiously about the assassin who had just committed suicide—

The topic expanded, and gradually, I don't know which person who talked a lot, revealed that on this night, a group of assassins launched an assassination against Her Royal Highness Princess Samantha.

All the Assassins were defeated.

Of course, this news deviates from the facts.

But Derek doesn't know it, at the moment he is just an inconspicuous ordinary little person, the waiter in the tavern "Traveler's House" who is called every day-

There are many lowly protagonists like him among the knights, but Derek knows that he is a little different from those protagonists. The main characters are tall and handsome, but he is a poor boy with a rough appearance and an unremarkable appearance.

Fingers touched the yellowed parchment roll on the blanket, and there was still a trail of blood on it. He gently unfolded the parchment, and on top of it were large and dense paragraphs of text, interspersed with several illustrations of human movements—

The practice guide of the bounty hunter of "Pablo's Blood Thorn", and the small print in the notes is the personal experience of the "old mercenary" Congreve.

Although Derek doesn't know how to write, he knows a few words.

He stared at the contents, and after a moment, he was stunned.

His martial arts skills are all from the military, although after the tempering of the Fog Pine War, his personal combat skills have grown quite well, but above the level of strength, he has never found a way-

For an ordinary scout of the Northland Legion, the strength of the high-level position is already very valuable.

Derek never thought of himself as an extraordinary talent for martial arts, all he relied on was thousands of repetitions of each move.

According to the diagram on the parchment scroll, he stood up from the bed, raised his arms, put his fingers together like knives, and lightly scratched, something flowed into his mind like gurgling water, and the confusion of the past suddenly opened—

"Derek, where's a barrel of ale?"

Someone called out his name, it was Brown, the owner of the tavern.

Hearing this loud voice, Derek hurriedly put down the parchment roll in his hand, and he left the room and ran quickly downstairs.

A large money bag fell aside, and a piece of letter paper was attached to the yellow velvet blanket.

Back in the alleyway behind the "Traveler's House", Derek picked up the last oak barrel from the corner and quickly carried it to the back yard of the tavern and back to his room.

Old Brown behind the counter heard the movement and couldn't help muttering secretly—

In the eyes of the tavernkeeper, Derek has always been a good young man, sincere, hardworking, hardworking, and most importantly, this young man never cares about the amount of salary.

In these years, such a dedicated and selfless waiter is really rare.

It's a pity that the "Traveler's Home" did not set up the "Exemplary Employee of the Year" award, otherwise, he would definitely give this honor to Derek without hesitation.

Of course, the composition of this award does not include the prize money of half a sol or more.

How did Derek become a different person today?

Old Brown couldn't help but have doubts in his heart.

Derek returned to his room and closed the door, and was about to re-read the parchment scroll when he noticed the letter.

Open the letter.

From the header line:

Dear Nini, my precious granddaughter. Grandpa is really happy to receive your latest news...... You're asking where Mom and Dad are again? Well, they have gone out to sea in a big, big whale-like ship, and it may be a few years before they return...... Whatever happens, remember to tell grandpa......

The final payment: Loving Nini's grandfather, Congreve.

It was a reply that had not yet been sent, and the old man's name was Congreve.

Derek put down the letterhead, carefully refolded it, and temporarily put it in a drawer in the cabinet—

He also untied the money bag.

The silver light was shining, and it was actually a bag full of Rael, and there were a few golden Lears among them.

He jerked his head up and contacted the contents of the letterhead, the girl named "Nini" was learning orthodox literacy and writing in Bulma of Lazis—

Derek knew that the cost of culture and education was extremely high compared to that of the common people. He stared at the money bag in his hand, and quickly thought that the money in this bag might be the girl's tuition.

But all he knew was that the girl was currently in Boomer, and as for the rest, he didn't know anything.