As soon as Gawain left the chamber with his front feet, two corpses suddenly fell out of the shadows.

At the same time, a short, long-tailed guy slowly emerged from a lampstand, his tail curled up in the lampstand, and he hung upside down like a bat, his hands clasped around his chest.

"Come out and clean up."

"Yes......"

Dreis made a stumbling appearance.

For this Mr. Ricky, he was so frightened that he didn't dare to come out. The other party's ability to appear and disappear silently is beyond his knowledge of stealth.

So the Assassin could still be so powerful?

Not to mention that the other party is still in control of the shadow footsteps and the fate of all of them.

In addition to these sharp swords that hung high and couldn't fall for a while, there was one thing that he cared about more at this time. That is, when exactly does the other party follow him......

Did he even see the hint he had handed to Mr. Gawain......

In fact, Deres had an answer in his heart, but he didn't want to, or couldn't believe it. Since the people of Kane's Horn dared to let a group of guys whose overall strength was not as strong as the Pine Swordsman harm a scholar of the Silver Candle Society at will, they must have something to rely on - for example, the two corpses in front of them were bodyguards hidden in the shadows.

However, he had never noticed the two men since he watched them drag Mr. Ian out of the hotel......

— until they end up in this comical form.

That is, from the beginning, Ricky followed himself.

When I thought of this, Dresden felt a headache, and my heart went up and down for a while.

It's like being embarrassed that my mother found out her private collection of little yellow books, but the embarrassing thing is that she knows it, and you know it, but she just doesn't say anything.

With apprehension, Deres expertly swept away the bloodstains, splashed a volatile powder to neutralize the smell of blood, and finally put the corpse into the ring one by one.

His movements are smooth, and he doesn't do less than usual.

When he came to the two men in black, he couldn't help but let out a soft sigh.

Both have a small closed-eyed night owl insignia on the back of their necks.

"Mr. Ricky......"

"How?"

"They, they're syndicates??"

"Oh."

Ricky's reaction was lukewarm.

"Did you already know?"

"Not really."

"But ......," said Dres cautiously, "why aren't you surprised in the slightest?" ”

"What is a syndicate?"

“……”

You don't even know......

Dreis stopped for a moment in his movements, brushed off the black line on his forehead, and then sorted out the words: "The syndicate is ......"

"Don't be so long, is he amazing?"

"It's not 'him', the syndicate is an organization......"

"Oh, is there a shadow footstep?"

"Of course not......"

"Oh."

Ricky was speechless, and seemed to have no intention of listening.

Seeing this, Deres also swallowed the explanation he had prepared back into his stomach.

It seems that too, this is completely unnecessary.

The Syndicate is an organization, and Shadow Footsteps is also an organization, since the more powerful Shadow Footsteps are controlled by him, is it necessary to care what the Syndicate is?

Damn, those who wield power are damn overbearing......

Deres suddenly felt that this kind of domineering was very coool, and he actually had a trace of admiration for the terrifying characters who controlled the life and death of everyone in him.

But it was only a second, and a second later he quickly dismissed the thought.

What are you kidding, this is the enemy, the oppressor.

After it was cleared, the cellar looked as clean as if nothing had happened.

"That'...... Do you want me to spy on Mr. Gawain? Deres asked tentatively.

He wanted to take over the job, after all, he knew that Mr. Gawain had a happy family, and if something really happened, he could help him......

Alas, this cheap sense of justice.

As soon as he spoke, he felt that he was a little naïve, how could the other party not guess his thoughts.

"Whatever you want, go as you like."

Ricky threw down a sentence and disappeared directly.

"Eh???"

Dreas was stunned for a moment, and then he was surrounded by ecstasy.

At the same time, a ridiculous thought came to his heart.

He actually felt ......

Is this Mr. Ricky a little kind?

It's not a delusion, is it?

But then it suddenly occurred to him, and it seemed that ...... After he controlled the shadow footsteps, he didn't do anything bad except for the crazy investigation of Mr. Mu Yan, right?

……

……

Gawain deliberately took a detour before returning home to dispel the smell of blood on his body and temporarily cover Ian's wounds.

The old man had passed out, like a rag bag, his hands and feet were extremely cold, and his snort was even weaker and almost infelt.

If it weren't for the faint beating in his chest, Gawain would have thought he was dead.

After bringing Ian home, Gawain was suddenly glad that his wife couldn't see, otherwise with her kind nature, she would have cried now.

When she was on an adventure, Tessa always cried while treating her teammates. In her long adventurous career, she had seen even the most exaggerated wounds, but these were beyond that scope.

This is not a sign of battle, but a lack of humanity, born from this city of order and civilization, not a wilderness full of dangers.

Who would have thought that the fertile ground for barbarism should be order and civilization, and that only when people do not feel sorrow and turmoil will they apply all cruel means to their fellow citizens?

Gawain lied and said that he had picked up a homeless man who had been bitten by a wild dog and asked his wife to treat him.

Comforting his panicked wife to sleep, he moved Ian to the cellar, took out a long-unused medical kit, and began to treat his bloody wounds.

It seemed that the pain in the heart and the dilution of the holy water disturbed Ian, and he slowly opened his eyes.

"Are you awake?" Gawain said softly.

"Mr. Gawain......" The old man's voice was very weak, and he recognized the person in front of him.

"Where am I...... I remember, I remember that I was dying......"

"I saved you, this is my home." He explained, "Recuperate in peace, Mr. Ian, if you feel pain, you can shout out, no one is torturing you here, it's safe." ”

Ian grinned, but the action seemed to pull at the wound on his face, causing him to breathe in pain.

After a while, the old man eased up a little.

"I remember...... Did you resign from the blame? ”

"That's right, to be precise, it's the black cauldron that is on Mr. Robert's back."

"Oh...... I can understand that they always do this......" the old man still had the strength to laugh. "I almost understand why William deliberately belittled Mu Yan's research in front of everyone that day, and I'm afraid Robert asked him to do it.

"That guy, his teacher, some guy on the board...... That's what it did to me back then...... It's just that the one is much more clever, cough, cough, cough......"

"Slow down, you can talk about something later."

"Hah......" Ian breathed a sigh of relief, "I suddenly started to have confidence...... Kane's Horn, although they are a bunch of out-and-out bastards, their gaze has always been vicious. Back then, they could see...... See the high profits that come with magic refining...... Now he also refuses to Mu Yan, there is no doubt that there is a future in this.

"I really thank them for strengthening my determination......

"Still, they've all been deceived...... Ha, this kid, smart, cunning kid, is much better than I was. ”

"That illusion is really magical." Gawain sighed: "It can connect the dreams of two people together......

"'Illusion'...... Hehe......" Ian chuckled, but suddenly wondered, isn't the headband just an ornament?

"Connected together...... Are you talking about the headband? ”

"That's right."

"Yes...... Is it the one you broke last time? ”

"It's another one, but this time it's brand new, I didn't look closely." Gawain paused, "Oh yes, I'm working for Mr. Mu Yan now, Professor Ian. I was in charge of taking care of the newspaper for him, and he seemed to be busy in the abandoned hive of the Academy, and I hadn't seen him in a while, and he said that a miracle was about to be born there, so I would wait and see. ”

"Miracle...... Miracle ......"

Ian's eyes grew brighter as he muttered the word.

"I'm looking forward to it......"

"By the way, why did they arrest you?" Gawain asked.

"That's a long story......," Ian sighed, "I taught a good apprentice, and in order to breathe a sigh, he told Kanehorn about my private deal with Mu Yan. Maybe those people thought I got something from Mu Yan, and they didn't have enough to stick their claws into the academy, so naturally they could only do something to me, a bad old man. ”

Gawain nodded, things were pretty much the same as he thought.

But he also has to make another plan, although the security of the Krubel neighborhood is acceptable, but in the aristocratic district after all, the people of Kane's Horn will touch it sooner or later.

Where should the old gentleman go......

Gawain suddenly remembered the long-shelved "Thanksgiving" program.

"Mr. Ian, would you be interested in joining a small workshop that had just started......"