When it comes to chasing enemies, the higher-ranking evil spirits have quite a lot of experience.

In fact, it's not just the pursuit, the smacking the cold and the drugged stick to carry out the assassination, it's also handy, not only because of talent and skills, but also because of those intermittent memories.

I'm an assassin.

There are no feelings.

Kill in cold blood.

According to those intermittent memories, the superior evil spirit summarizes its possible 'past lives' and then ...... There was no then, except for absorbing those experiences in memory, the rest did not affect the superior evil spirits at all.

It's still a high-ranking evil spirit.

Still bound by countless contracts.

Still longing for a real holiday.

I still want to go to the sun.

As for the feelings in memory?

Inexistent.

Those fragments of memory, in the upper level of the evil spirit, look like reading a book, to taste another person's life, but after all, it will not become oneself.

Some of these lessons are really useful, though.

Especially with its talent and skills at the moment, it is even more powerful.

The high-ranking evil spirits hidden in the air approached the target step by step.

The other party is hiding under a piece of frozen soil.

Based on the color of the soil, the superior evil spirits can conclude that this is the hiding place prepared by the other party in advance.

Not only hidden, but also full of traps.

"Hide nearby?"

"Good choice."

The superior evil spirit commented like this, and then, the whole body passed through the camouflage of the ground that was half a meter thick, and entered the place where the other party was hiding.

This is too simple for the superior evil spirits.

It's like eating and drinking.

It looked at the other party curled up all over his body, as if he was hibernating, without any anxiety, first raised his hand to tie the shoulder bag on the other party's left waist, and then, the short sword that the other party put in his hand, and the dagger hidden in his boot.

When all this was done, the superior demon grabbed the other party and dragged him into the earth.

The sudden change caught the target in a special state off guard.

The strong feeling of suffocation made the other party open his eyes suddenly, struggling to break free from the shackles of the superior evil spirit, but it was useless, and the superior evil spirit, who was not afraid of such an attack, pulled the other party deeper and deeper.

It didn't stop until the other party was really suffocated and unconscious.

Grabbing the other party, the superior demon pulled him back to the ground.

That's not all, though.

The other party is still in the dirt from the neck down.

In this way of burial, ordinary people have long been suffocated, but the other party is slowly waking up.

At a glance, the other party saw the high-ranking evil spirit that turned into an ordinary man, and recalled the scene that had just happened, and the face of this assassin, who was still an amateur in the eyes of the high-ranking evil spirit, changed several times.

Then, he pursed his mouth tightly.

The other party knew very well why the superior evil spirit did not kill him.

But because of this, he couldn't speak.

At least, not now.

"Can we talk?"

The superior demon slowly spoke.

The Assassin buried in the earth did not say a word, and even closed his eyes.

Seeing the other party's uncooperative attitude, the superior evil spirit smiled.

"You know what?"

"You should be thankful."

"You're running into me, not my boss."

"If it's my boss, you've already been killed by this time, and me?"

"It won't be that rough."

The superior evil spirit said, snapping his fingers as he learned from Qin Ran's appearance.

Its unique [Illusion] ability directly enveloped the other party.

Closed eyes are of no use, and even better, it is more compatible with the higher spirits.

Tick, tick.

The sound of water dripping sounded in the other man's ears, and a familiar smell entered his nose, and as a qualified assassin, he could be sure that it was the smell of blood.

Very fresh blood.

Tread, stomp.

It was the sound of leather boots stepping on blood, and the footsteps were heavy, and it should have been a fat person.

Moreover, the other party is approaching.

As the footsteps approached, the smell of blood became more and more intense, and he couldn't help but open his eyes.

Then, he saw a figure two meters tall, wearing a leather apron, holding a sharp knife and a meat hook in his hand, and behind the other party a hapless man with a throat cut was hanging there, the blood in his throat was almost sprayed, only a little blood remained, dripping drops, everything he had just heard and smelled was here.

He looked around blankly.

It was a windowless room, with a completely closed iron door in the distance, the walls all around it were covered in blood, and the floor was covered in pieces of flesh and blood, like a slaughterhouse.

Didn't I just get buried in the ground?

How did it end up here?

Subconsciously, he wanted to move his hands and feet.

Only then did he realize that he was firmly bound to a metal chair, and he didn't even have a chance to move.

The sound of struggle attracted the fat figure.

"Awake?"

"Don't worry, it'll be yours soon."

The other man said this as he shaved the hook with the sharp knife in his hand.

The hook was black, cold, full of burrs, and with the friction of the sharp knife, sparks kept coming out.

His pupils narrowed.

Because, suddenly, he realized, that the hook was exactly the same as the one that fished for the corpse in the distance.

Then, before he could react, the fat figure grabbed his neck and pressed it down slightly, revealing his back, he wanted to resist, but the other party's strength was incredible, and it was of no use at all.

He heard the butcher-like creature laugh.

But the harshest thing was the sound of the hook swinging.

Woo!

Burst!

There was no pause in the voice, showing the butcher's skill and ruthlessness, until the sharp pain filled his body, he could no longer suppress it, and blurted out a miserable scream.

"Ahhh

"Stop!"

He scolded the other party, but the other party did not act at all, and continued his behavior: piercing his body with a meat hook.

He could even feel the cold flesh hook weaving through him, straight through the gap between his ribs and hooking his spine.

By this time, he finally understood what those burrs on the meat hook were for.

Every time the hook moved, the burrs hurt him a lot.

When the meat hook stopped moving, his whole body was already wet with cold sweat, and even if the butcher untied the chains that bound him, he could not move, and could only let the other party hang him on the iron chain on the ceiling.

Crash!

The iron chain shook not far away, and the unlucky man who had lost his life turned around under the action of the iron hook, and looked at him with a pair of godless and lustrous eyes.

Inexplicably, a trace of panic rose from the bottom of his heart.

It's not that he hasn't seen dead people.

There are no longer a few who have killed with their own hands.

However, he never imagined that dead people could be so horrible.

Looking at each other, he thought of himself.

I'm afraid in a few seconds, it will be your turn, right?

No!

It can't be like this!

He yelled in his heart.

"Wait!"

"You can't do this to me!"

"We can trade!"

"I gave you what you wanted, and you let me go?"

He spoke.

The butcher, who was moving away from the chair, was stunned, and the other party raised his head, and his ugly face showed a strange sneer.

"Are you stupid?"

"Have you forgotten how you got here?"

"Come to think of it, it's in your head."

The other party asked rhetorically.

He was at a loss under the rhetorical question, and bursts of muttering came from his mouth.

"My hiding place was discovered, I was captured, I was tortured, I lost my usefulness, and then, I was sent here...... No! I haven't lost my use value yet! ”

"I still have something to say!"

"You don't know who I'm behind it!"

Recalling the scenes, he roared loudly.

At this point, he had no regard for the so-called Assassin Code.

Surviving is true.

Thinking of the mastermind behind the scenes, he prayed to the butcher in front of him to report the news.

Just report it up.

He had room for bargaining.

He will live.

But to his surprise, the other party shook his head.

"No, it can't be."

The other party replied categorically.

"You don't know the importance of this news, you don't know ...... at all"

"I know, and I know."

"Isn't that Baron Nora?"

The fat butcher interrupted him with a wave of his hand.

He froze.

He looked at each other in disbelief.

"How do you know?"

He asked.

"How do I know?"

"Great question."

"Of course you told me!"

As he spoke, the fat butcher snapped his fingers again, and the slaughterhouse-like scene in front of him was gone.

He was also buried in the earth.

In front of him stood the man who had captured him.

"Hallucinations, hallucinations?"

The other party muttered to himself in a daze, and then quickly shook his head and said, "Impossible!" Impossible! What is just now is not an illusion, what is in front of you is! ”

"Yes, that's what is in front of you!"

Looking at the captives he had persuaded himself, a trace of disdain appeared in the eyes of the superior evil spirit.

"It seems to be powerful, but it is actually so fragile that it is vulnerable."

"How can a guy who even has to escape reality become a good assassin?"

"It's useless."

Using the [Evil Spirit Instinct], the high-ranking evil spirit, who had insight into the captive's mentality in front of him, ignored the other party, and instead 'looked' at the evil spirit around him like a thick fog.

In the other party's Nan Nan muttering to herself, these evil mist began to surge.

In an instant, it burrowed into the body of the captive.

The captives buried in the ground hugged their heads, and changed from a small murmur to a wild roar.

"Yes!"

"It's not my fault!"

"It's the world that's wrong!"

With such words, the other party's body swelled rapidly, scales protruded from the other party's pores, and the normal face began to distort, and it was no longer possible to distinguish the facial features.

And the land that binds the other party is broken free by the other party.

"I'm going to correct this mistake!"

The other jumped onto the ground and roared.

With a two-meter-tall body, it looks very extraordinary in its roar.

Then, the other party began to look for the superior evil spirit.

This was the first mistake he corrected!

At the moment when the other party bowed his head, a palm stretched out from behind the other party and swept over the other party's neck.

The other party maintained the appearance of roaring angrily in the sky, and his body stood upright, but his head was quietly taken off by the superior evil spirit.

Burst!

The blood in the chest cavity rose to the sky.

The superior evil spirit took a leisurely walk, avoiding the invasion of the blood rain, and casually threw away the head in his hand.

"An enemy who doesn't even have reason is the easiest to deal with."

As it spoke, it looked at the misty evil aura that overflowed from the other party's body, and the superior evil spirit could judge that these evil aura was a little more than just now, a little thicker.

"Devouring?"

"No, it's not!"

"The boss's clone isn't so shoddy and ineffective, this should be ......"

"Assimilation!"

A word flashed in the heart of the superior evil spirit.

Then, it picks up its loot and prepares to return to its boss.

At this moment, an inexplicable sight, as if cast from the sky, swept here from far and near.

The superior demon squinted.

The direction of the sight is the boss.

The boss must have noticed it, but the boss didn't inform me, which meant that I was used as a pathfinder again......

Suddenly, the superior demon wants to return to the West Coast.

Why me again?

Arrogance, laziness, and gluttony!

They can too!

I don't want to die so badly every time!

I roared in my heart.

However, the actions of the superior evil spirit were not slow, and when this gaze was just about to approach here, he pretended to have just sensed this gaze, turned around and ran.

The sight froze.

Then, he began to chase the superior evil spirits at a rapid pace.

It's like a hound that has found a fox.

……

"Well done."

Qin Ran, who was sitting in the carriage, couldn't help but feel scared of his palms after seeing this scene with the help of the power of the contract, as if he was applauding the reaction of the superior evil spirit.

"Hopefully it will work out well."

Qin Ran thought in his heart and looked outside the carriage.

The Assassin's interrogation was over, and Pol didn't get the information he wanted, not even the slightest bit of useful information.

Because, the other party is a task taken by the underground bounty guild.

"I didn't even think my skull would be worth 500 Kimpton."

After disposing of the prisoners and returning to the carriage, Pol said with a frown as he motioned for the bodyguards to move on.

"A lot?"

Qin Ran asked.

He felt the need to know the value of the world's coins.

This is a quality that a lone wanderer should have, and it has nothing to do with instinct.

"That's quite a lot for the average person!"

"A brand new arquebus costs about 3 kimptons, and a healthy, sturdy lumberjack is about 8-10 copper grams a day of work in Frontier Mossa, where a whole loaf of black bread costs 6 copper grams, and in Etaninburg it is more expensive, about 7 copper grams, and of course, in Etaninburg the average worker will be paid more."

"20 bronze grams for 1 silver sol, 16 silver soles for 1 Kimpton."

"You can calculate how many copper grams my head is worth."

"And the Kimpton I'm going to buy for the Lord's title is only 3,000."

Pol smiled wryly.

8000 silver soles.

160,000 copper grams.

That's about 26,666 whole loaves of bread.

Qin Ran, who was inexplicably sensitive to numbers, came up with the answer in an instant.

Then, he paused and pointed to the top of his head.

"How much is my loot worth?"

Qin Ran asked seriously.

"Probably 70-80 Kimpton."

Pol was keenly aware of the change in Qin Ran's expression, and immediately became serious.

"And what about my captive?"

Qin Ran continued to ask seriously.

"It depends on whether he has a bounty, but people like him usually have it, and he is still alive, so there are definitely a lot of them."

Pol said after careful consideration.

I don't know if it's a delusion, but Pol found that after he gave an answer, the 'Demon of Fire' seemed to ...... Feeling good?

Does he care how much the loot can be exchanged for?

No!

Impossible!

How could the 'Flame Demon' care about ordinary currency.

There must be some secret I haven't discovered!

Thinking like this, Pol began to look around closely, trying to spot the difference.