The worst that can be expected from this mission is pretty much the right one.

What to do?

Rao is an "old mercenary" Congreve has always boasted of his resourcefulness, and he also became a little flustered at this time-

Wild Chrysanthemum Street is so close that a short walk along this street will take you into another block of equally dark, hidden-way alleys.

The layout of the city of Karlsus, he was already familiar with.

Several streets are intertwined, and in the mixed civilian area to the south, some places are not connected at the beginning of the design for certain considerations.

The water of the moat was brought into the city through several wide ditches, creating an impassable chasm. In some cases, the role of cargo transportation was assumed.

At the moment, the block between it and the Kartas Gate is separated by a ditch.

Although the bounty hunters of "Pablo's Blood" are outstanding, they are at the level of inauguration, and they cannot fly. After leaving the musical theatre in Karlsas, there are no particularly tall buildings in the alleys of the southern city, and it is difficult to jump from height.

However, the current Congreve does not dare to show his head easily-

The specks of blood on his leather armor had been wiped away as he walked, and the smell of blood, which he had dealt with in a way unique to bounty hunters, now looked like a lonely old man, but he was still worried that the two griffon knights might appear at any moment.

The griffin is a magical beast, and its night vision can only be said to be very ordinary, and its flight and battle at night mainly rely on the command of the knight on its back. But it was a different story when he was in the light, and the griffons were able to spot their prey from a distance if the light was sufficient.

Or rather, the goal.

The streets of Wild Chrysanthemum Street are so bright.

Congreve gritted his teeth, and on his left cheek, a centipede-like dark red scar jumped, and the muscles of his face twitched a little-

He couldn't help but hate the city officials and aristocrats of Karthas, and set up countless damn street lamps on this damn street.

This is one of the things that the local residents of Karsas are proud of when facing outsiders -

Although, most of these commoners did not understand that this extravagant municipal landscape came from the heavy taxes they usually paid.

Above these straight, tall lampposts, the steady, soft glow is completely different from that of oil lamps—

This is a special alchemy device that only requires a small piece of energy hedron to maintain its light for a long time. The most amazing thing is that when the morning dawns during the day, these lights naturally dim and disappear.

It is said that these gadgets were first invented in the Council of the Silver Rings in Bracada -

Standing in the shadows, Congreeve quickly transferred this hatred to the group of idle mages.

The cold wind blew on the body, but it couldn't blow out the energy lamp at the top of the lamppost and in the ball cage.

The light is like sunlight, stretching infinitely everywhere it goes, until it encounters an impenetrable obstacle—

In front of Congreve, light and shadow, light and darkness are tightly entangled, but they are distinct, and if you take a few steps forward, you will be under the bright lights.

Finally, after weighing it for a long time, he took a step out of the hidden shadows.

……

The last two assassins of Princess Samantha vanished.

Then there was a clear sound like a weapon striking in the dark alleyway below.

The slightest movement was undoubtedly very noticeable on this cold night—driven by the knight on its back, the griffon retracted its wings and reluctantly shrunk its massive body to land in the aisle, and Dardanelle and Payne jumped off their saddles.

Search.

Soon, Dardanelle found a corpse in the corner of the wall - the corpse still had a warm touch, it looked like it had just died, and there were sword marks on the lower part of the abdomen and neck.

Pine walked over.

The two knights looked at the corpse and exchanged another look.

"There's one more."

Dardanelle said lightly, he was referring to the "old mercenary" Congreve.

"This means?"

The corpse looked from between the legs of the lower half of the body, and there was a blur of flesh and blood—

Pine frowned slightly, both sword marks were fatal wounds, but the attacker seemed to be afraid that the assassin would not die well enough, and made a special sword on his neck.

This technique is really ruthless.

The Assassin who fell from the roof died, but the cause of his death was not a fall from a height, but someone else's action.

"Don't you think things are a little weird, Dardanelle?"

Pine asked, and he bent down and turned the corpse around, his eyes fixed on the sword mark on his neck—

The head of the Assassin's corpse tilted to one side, and he reached out to touch it, only to find that the cervical vertebrae were somewhat loose.

Not an ordinary person, at least, an incumbent of great strength.

"Are you suspicious that someone is stealing?"

Pyne looked up and saw that Dardaniel had also taken his attention, and the usually taciturn knight asked.

The bond between each of the spines of the human body is usually very strong, and unless it is strong enough, it will never cause this effect-

As knights of the first order of awakening and possessing powerful martial arts, Pine and Dardanelle are very aware of this.

Good strength, and the methods of killing people are quite sophisticated.

Pyne nodded. But Dardanelle had already withdrawn his gaze from the corpse.

"The person who shot it was probably not an Assassin accomplice...... This matter has nothing to do with us for the time being, even if we catch this guy, he will die nothing."

The knight, who had always spoken like gold, seemed to be a lot more nagging today, but after he had finished this long sentence, he turned and walked away—

Collecting corpses, under normal circumstances, it is definitely not the turn of these two extraordinary griffin knights to do it themselves.

Dardanelle and Payne stepped into the saddle, and the two griffons walked out of the narrow alley, once again spreading their broad wings into the air.

……

On this section of Wild Chrysanthemum Street, Congreve was completely frightened, and he didn't even dare to choose to run fast.

It was approaching late at night, and there were few pedestrians and carriages in the streets, and if there were, it was just a few homeless homeless people and groups of drunken mercenaries—

He turned his head from time to time, and was very wary of everything around him.

There was an assassination of Her Royal Highness Princess Samantha in the city of Calthas tonight, but at this time, there was still a group of vigilante cavalry patrolling Wild Chrysanthemum Street.

Seeing the figures in gray uniforms approaching from afar, Congreve couldn't help but quicken his pace.

Suddenly, in the cold night of a full moon, the griffin beneath the Dardanelle Knight let out a long, high-pitched howl.

Congreve was shaken, and his soul was immediately scattered.