The sound of hurried footsteps "tuk tuk" stepped on the wooden plank of the stairs, and with the sound of banging on the door, some guests who had rested early had to get up from their beds, open their sleepy eyes, and open the door—

It's very irritating to have your dreams disturbed. Some people were furious, but when they saw these heavily armed and murderous soldiers, the scolding that was about to come out of their throats was swallowed instantly.

The cold wind in the corridor blew, and they couldn't help but shiver in only thin clothes—

"Your Lord's warrant, hunt down the Assassins."

A soldier shouted in a cold tone, his voice rather indifferent, his eyes constantly scrutinizing the guests who came out of the room.

Gross opened the door to the room, and he was one of the few in the hallway who was well dressed—

The few guests looked at each other, and the soldiers passed in front of them, glancing into the interior of the room.

Then, straight and unceremoniously into the room.

Cabinets, bed bottoms......

They searched the places where they might be hiding, and the rooms of the "Traveler's House" were very simple, and there were really few options for hiding in the rooms, and soon, these soldiers walked out one by one with expressionless faces.

The whole time, these guests, including Gross, stood honestly in place.

This is not the city guard of Karthas, but a real military man. From the gestures of these soldiers, Gross had already noticed a faint aura of murder-

Linked to what happened that night, he immediately had a guess in his head.

But these things don't have much to do with him after all.

The soldiers searched the rooms on either side of the hallway, and then continued back towards the stairs—

The "Traveler's House" is a three-story wood-and-stone building, with the second floor and the tavern hall, utility room, food storage, kitchen, etc., downstairs and other rooms upstairs.

Through the walls, the sound of messy footsteps can be heard clearly, and those brief conversations can be heard.

As if he had been electrocuted, Congreve suddenly shook his whole body, and he was lying on the bed, but the slightest movement came from his ears, and he couldn't help but become extremely frightened and panicked.

Searching for assassins?

The worst he had expected finally happened—

In fact, since the appearance of the two griffon knights, he had expected the worst, but now his wounded body was too weak to move, and it looked like a dead end from which he could not escape.

If he was found by those soldiers, he could have imagined what would happen next.

This thought flashed through his mind like a flash of lightning, and in an instant, Congreve had fallen into a deep despair—

The dejected look on his face made him look like a walking corpse, and his gray-brown eyes quickly dimmed even the shrewd and sharp look of the past.

Is it all about to end?

"Assassins?"

After cleaning up the injury on the old man's back, Derek was stunned when he heard the movement outside. Although he is simple, he is not a fool -

By this time, Todd, who had just brought the bandage, had returned to the hall of the tavern to continue his work, and he stared at the sword mark on Congreve's back, and suddenly showed a thoughtful expression.

"Young man."

Congreve's voice was distinctly weak, and the short word seemed to be squeezed out of his chest—

The old face looked haggard, and he reached into his arms, as if trying to touch something.

At last, he found the heavy purse, the old yellowed parchment roll, and a letter tucked between the rolls.

"Ah, old sir, is there anything wrong?"

Hearing Congreve's feeble call, Derek came back to his senses—

The old man seemed to be suppressing great pain, wrinkles all over his forehead, and beads of sweat were rolling down.

"I'll give you these things."

"This ......"

Could it be that the so-called "good people have good rewards" refers to the current situation?

Derek didn't stretch out his hand, he stared at Congreve, his face suddenly becoming strange.

"Maybe you've already guessed it."

The arm was strong, and the old man barely held up his body-

His back had just been bandaged with a clean linen bandage, and this sudden movement caused a lot of blood to flow out of the wound, soaking the white bandage into a crimson.

"You're the Assassin?"

Derek asked.

Congreve nodded slightly, his face as calm as a cold, lifeless stone statue, as if the movements of the soldiers outside the room had nothing to do with him.

At this point, he suddenly saw everything—

Bounty hunters, like mercenaries, are a class accustomed to licking blood from the knife edge. He has experienced and seen the end of life too much in his life, but now it is about to be his turn.

Life and death, the beginning and end of destiny.

With the last bit of strength in his body, he struggled to his head from the bed, and then, stumbling to the windowsill—

Outside, the wild chrysanthemum street of Karsas, the moonlight was brightly lit, and on the corner of the street where his vision was blurred, a tall red maple that had weathered the wind and rain was quiet, and the cold wind blew his cheeks and bare body, but he did not feel the slightest chill.

Congreve smiled.

"Young man, I can't bother you."

After saying that, he gritted his teeth and turned over the windowsill and jumped down-

The height of the windowsill to the street was only four or five meters, and as early as when Derek was cleaning the wound, he had already discovered that the old man had extremely good skills, except for the face, the traces left by the years on his body were not obvious-

Strong and elastic muscles, thick bones, undulating, layered lines carry a smooth and tense beauty. Derek's fingers had already read quite a bit of information from the content.

Because, by his own profession, he was also an assassin.

Congreve jumped off the windowsill, and did not land as easily as usual, his body shook violently, and even fell on the spot with a full mouth and mud—

Two front teeth were knocked out, the corners of his mouth were pierced through the skin, and blood kept spilling from his mouth.

The heavily armed soldiers in the street immediately surrounded them, and the two griffon knights on the roof not far away also cast their eyes.

Dardanelle pulled the reins, and he recognized the shirtless old man as the assassin they had been hunting—

Several cold spears stood upright, and the old man staggered to his feet in front of everyone's eyes.

He drew his dagger in his right hand.

A pair of cloudy, yellowish eyes looked directly at Dardanelle from afar, and then raised his arms.

The soldiers were like a great enemy.

In the next second, the silver-white sword light was fleeting, and a bright red line instantly appeared on Congreve's neck.