After the two reached a simple pact, Mu Yan put Ricky back.

Ricky was considering whether or not to tell the other party the truth, but when he learned that he also wanted a ticket, he dismissed the idea. He didn't think that the fragile friendship between Uno and Mu Yan could withstand this kind of test, and besides, the scheming and strength of the two were not at the same level at all, once the young wizard was given a chance to take advantage of, Uno was afraid that there would be no scum left to eat.

He can't protect his nephew for the rest of his life.

Mu Yan also didn't ask much about what Uno was doing in Hosdi. After all, the other party is a legendary assassin, although now the tiger fell into Pingyang and was beaten by himself, but it is not good to provoke such an existence. He didn't even go to say hello to Uno, now is a sensitive time, who knows if that guy will think too much?

After going through so many things, he is no longer the naïve scholar he used to be. He's a wizard who's been around for a long time.

So the two of them, each with a ghost, agreed to "drop the cup" (in fact, it was still a lampstand), Mu Yan was in charge of guarding, and Ricky was still hanging on the lampstand in the corridor.

……

Two hours after the killers were dispatched, Mu Yan was distracted, and Jerry, who was wandering aimlessly on the street, received a recall message from the gray hat.

"The action is over, go back to the lobby to settle commissions and points."

What the hell are these guys up to?

Jerry cursed secretly, this operation was strange everywhere, like child's play, and let himself meet the damn young wizard.

Back in the sewers, the atmosphere was a little more solemn than before departure.

On the table where the clues were originally placed were a dagger broken in two, a shattered statue, and a charred scroll.

Jerry looked at these three things, feeling the temperature escape from his body little by little.

He suddenly understood: he had a face-to-face with death.

Every official Grey Hat member with an overall rating of A or higher will have a custom soul imprint, which is considered a status symbol in the organization.

Although Jerry only has a B evaluation, just because he hasn't eaten pork doesn't mean he hasn't seen a pig run. Among the three colleagues I met at the entrance of the inn was Vincent, whose hobby was painting, especially self-portraits.

The charred scroll was his soul mark, and the broken patterns and scorch marks on it indicated that he was dead. The Broken Sword is the same as the statue.

In other words, of the four people who detected the clue in the inn, he was the only one who came back alive. Combined with the fact that he was inexplicably discovered by that Mu Yan...... He felt like he couldn't think about it anymore.

……

There were more and more people in the hall, and when they saw the three things on the table, they all closed their mouths.

Seeing that everyone was there, the yellow-skinned goblin standing on the side said lightly: "Please settle the commission in an orderly manner, if you have other information, you can also submit it, and additional points will be given depending on the content." ”

"The result? Why does the delegation end? ”

Flame Moxican strode forward and was stopped by the bodyguard next to Yellowskin.

Vincent was his younger brother, and the two had taken different routes before setting off, and he remembered his brother smiling and saying goodbye to him that he was going to find his target before he did.

"The traitor has been found, so the commission ends." The goblin explained, giving the bodyguard next to him a look, and Mohican was casually thrown into the distance.

Just half an hour earlier, a blood-tracking thief had tracked down a puddle of ash in the alley at the door of the Shining Gold Coins, and he brought it back and secretly identified it as Gondor's body.

It's a pity that the scene was destroyed, and there was nothing left but this puddle of ashes.

The result also made Morabi uneasy.

The ashes reminded him of a terrifying being who had a similar hobby. Although he disappeared seven years ago, he did appear recently......

And at this juncture, the Grey Hat accepted Carboley's commission and sent Gondor to assassinate his juniors......

The more he thought about it, the more frightened Morabi became, and immediately revoked the commission.

"What about Vince? How did he die? Mohican roared in despair: "Where is the traitor? Someone has to execute him, right? I sold this life to the Grey Hat, and you asked me to kill him with my own hands!! ”

"The traitor is dead." Goblin said, "I can understand your feelings, but-"

"Dead? You're lying like shit! Mohican suddenly pointed at Jerry, who was huddled in the crowd. I watched him walk the same path as Vince, why did the three A-class thieves all die and he survived? ”

The crowd automatically parted ways, and the inconspicuous Jerry was suddenly exposed to everyone's view.

"What's the situation??"

Jerry couldn't figure out why the fire was burning on him, and he frowned and retorted, "Is it strange that I survived?" After all, I'm just a weak B-class thief, is it wrong to watch the three of them go up? ”

"Up?"

A bald head walked out of the crowd, and everyone's eyes were attracted to him.

The bald fox looked at Jerry suspiciously, then at the yellow-skinned goblin.

"The clue I found an hour ago, in the alley at the door of the shining gold coin, the corpses were all burned to ashes, where do you mean by 'go up'?"

The focus was on Jerry again.

"Fourteenth Street, Plush Deer Ear Inn, an hour and a half ago." Jerry wasn't used to being so noticeable. "Vincent and the three of them seem to have discussed it, and they will go up together, and then I will leave there, and I have just been recalled."

"So they really died at the hands of traitors?"

This question pops up in everyone's mind.

Judging by the time, it was the ashes in the alley that were discovered first, and then the three died, but the man in the gray hat said that the three died at the hands of traitors.

So it's a dead man's hand?

So the pressure came to the yellow-skinned goblin again. Moxican, in particular, bowed his body slightly, staring at him like a beast waiting for an opportunity, and he had the feeling of rushing forward if he said something wrong.

Everyone was also vigilant, and the confusion of the three of them and the cover of the gray hats cast a cloud of doubt over all this. Many people even touched the weapons on their waists, moved slightly, and adjusted their standing posture.

Bald and Mohican stood at the front of the crowd, feeling like the leader of a makeshift team, eyeing the goblins and guards.

Seeing this, the guards standing against the wall invariably took a step forward, making the atmosphere more solemn.

The tense air was almost suffocating, and fine beads of sweat appeared on the forehead of the yellow-skinned goblin.

Then a voice came from his ears.

"Tell them that the deceased is Spike and that the traitor is Gondor, and he's joined the Shadow Footsteps."

It's Morabi!

"You guessed it right, this is not the truth, the dead are Spike, the honorable Grey Hat." He explained.

"What?"

"How is that possible? Old dog he ......"

"Who could kill him?"

"What about Gondor? Who can succeed with him? ”

For a moment, the crowd exploded.

"Quiet—"

The yellow-skinned goblin added, "The murderer is Gondor. He joined in the shadow footsteps of Port Guior, which was a vote. ”

The noisy crowd fell silent in an instant.

"Gondor assassinated Spike, so he's still at large, and I'm having to withdraw you for everyone's safety."

Sure enough, the truth quickly crumbled the fragile united front of many thieves and killers, and almost everyone present fell into a panic.

Fear of bounty hunters overshadows distrust of the organization, but Spike's death doesn't make much of a splash.

Everyone knows that Gondor is the sharpest knife in the hands of Spike the old dog, and now that this knife has killed its owner, who knows what crazy things the Runaway Bounty Thundermen will do, especially since they are still involved in the pursuit of him......

Many people are already thinking about whether to leave Hosty, after all, they know that the target they are tracking down is "about the same strength as Gondor" and "it is Gondor who is being tracked" are completely different things.

The bald head who stepped forward was also a little embarrassed, and finally retreated after thinking about it, but Moxican was still angry, and he stared at the yellow-skinned goblin as if he didn't believe what he said.

"Now start settling this order, and if you are worried about security later, you can choose to stay in the Grey Hat Hall."

After the yellow-skinned goblin finished speaking, he gave up his seat to the office staff.

Everyone had their own thoughts, and the hall was full of gloom.

Jerry raised his foot and just wanted to leave, but was unexpectedly hugged by the shoulders of the yellow-skinned dwarf who didn't know when.

He couldn't even avoid the other party's approach!

"Mr. Jerry." The goblin whispered in his ear, "Aren't you eager for extra intelligence to earn more points?" ”

Jerry was just about to say something, but he felt a sharp object piercing his clothes around his waist, and his heart sank, and his original refusal was temporarily changed.

"Points? That couldn't be better. ”

The goblin nodded in satisfaction, and the two walked shoulder to shoulder as friends who had known each other for many years.

During this process, Mohican kept staring at the two of them, and did not relax for a moment.