The face of an old butler no longer has that dead gray, but is very calm. He took out a wooden box, and when he opened it, there was a silver wooden cone and a hammer.

This is a tool for execution within the Bloodline.

"Using this thing, nailing it into the forehead of the little lady, can make her die without pain."

The lord of the castle held a hammer and nails, and his hands were shaking. He lowered his head and looked at his daughter, tears already soaking his countenance.

When the team saw this, they fell silent.

The city lord had already made a choice, and everyone knew that this was the best choice, but when it was really made, everyone was silent, and the mood was depressed.

Lotta stretched out her paw and waved at the little girl.

"Lotta, are you saying goodbye to him?"

"Uh...... Well. ”

But Mier's sudden question startled Lotta.

He withdrew his paw and touched Comier's little hand. Because of the strength of the other party holding her tightly, it suddenly increased a few points, and you could feel Ke Mi'er's low mood.

Comile raised her head and looked at the little girl.

In terms of appearance, the age difference between the two is not large. When the little girl, who was about the same as herself, had to die, her sad mood rose again. The happy smile on his face disappeared.

"Does she have to die?"

"Maybe."

Lotta replied with a slurrel.

The man looked at the lord of the city, and he clenched the silver awl in his hand. Gently place it on the little girl's forehead and pick up the hammer. The little girl smiled encouragingly and closed her eyes, perhaps for her, it was a relief.

The city lord couldn't make a move.

The old butler had already left the room, not wanting to see what happened next. The members of the team also left one after another, leaving only Daniel, Butterfly, Lotta, and Naidona. Lotta hugged Nadonna and covered her eyes, the little one probably didn't know what was going on, and Lotta didn't want her to see it.

When Chang~

With the crisp sound of metal falling to the ground, the hammer in the city lord's hand fell to the ground, and he knelt in front of the container and wept bitterly. At this moment, the emotions he had been suppressing finally collapsed.

"No...... No...... I can't! I can't! ”

He screamed frantically, and the little girl began to cry.

Denier bit her lip tightly, and Butterfly clenched her fists. After a minute, Butterfly suddenly stepped forward, picked up the hammer and nails on the ground, and said to the city lord:

"I'll take your place."

The city lord was stunned for a moment, and then said:

"This kind of thing, you do it for me, you ...... No, this kind of sin can't be borne by you for me. ”

Butterfly smiled and said:

"I forgot to tell you about my profession, I am a good assassin."

Butterfly took the nail and took a deep breath with the hammer.

"When an assassin kills, he doesn't need emotion. Through self-discipline, we can also escape the condemnation of the heart. Ferrymen between life and death, we have a special spiritual protection, and we will not be condemned by the knot of sin hearts. ”

The leader of the group was silent, then stood up, stepped back, turned around, trembled, his hands clenched tightly, and his nails sank into the flesh.

Denier looked at Butterfly worriedly and asked:

"Butterfly, are you really okay?"

"Don't worry. I'm the ferryman of death, and ending life or something, it's our profession. ”

Butterflies are laughing.

Lotta looked at it, I don't know why, and her heart was a little blocked. Perhaps, when this girl chose this profession, she was ready to accept anything.

Every profession has indescribable bitterness and hardship.

Lotta suddenly remembered a comic she had read.

The protagonist is a sniper, like the assassin, a ferryman of life and death. They are lonely, in the company of unjust spirits, and those who die at their hands will appear in the night, whispering, and telling.

The master is calm.

Those who were fragile fled in a hurry, breaking down and crying.

Lota Xiang Butterfly, the other party's pretty face only has tenacity.

Maybe.

In the future, there will be one more legendary assassin on the continent.

Butterfly took the hammer and the nail and walked up to the little girl, all the expressions on her face were gone, cold, like a machine.

The little girl looked at her and smiled:

"Sister, thank you......"

Butterfly pressed the nail against the little girl's forehead, raised the gavel in her hand, and waved it down without hesitation......

Dinelle had closed her eyes.

Lotta acted like nothing had happened, still scratching her ass, and looked heartless. When Dinelle found out, she angrily knocked him on the head.

"How can you do that?"

"Don't be in a hurry, wait and see, in fact, I'm very worried now."

"What are you worried about?"

Denier looked puzzled, as if she suddenly remembered that it was Lotta who forced the city lord to make a choice, and Lotta had a plan that no one knew about.

"What the hell are you up to? Say it! Otherwise, your balls today will be ruined! ”

"What about your ladylike image? You're looking more and more like a woman now, okay! Let go of my JJ! ”

Denier looks like she won't let go if you don't say anything.

Lotta reminded with a sad face:

"Do you remember the last time you encountered that werewolf, but Mi'er was injured?"

Daniel's eyes widened instantly.

"You mean ......"

"Since this curse will disappear when she dies, let her die once. I wonder now, if she lives and the power of the curse doesn't disappear, won't she die again? ”

"Uh...... Like, indeed, it's more excessive......"

"So, I'm more worried than you are now. It's just that when I'm nervous, I'm not nervous. Okay, you can let go now. ”

Lotta reached out and patted Denelle's jade hand, motioning for her to let go of her vital parts. This Nizi is now more and more shameless, no lower limit.

Both the raccoon looked at the little girl.

Nervously waiting for the next thing to develop.

When Butterfly was done, she walked up to the city lord and reached out and patted him on the shoulder. He handed him the hammer in his hand. The lord of the city took the hammer tremblingly, stood up, and stumbled to the container.

The little girl in the container still had a shallow smile on her face.

Butterfly's technique was crisp and neat, and it was obvious that she did not suffer any pain before she died. Sure that there was no breath of life, the city lord stretched out his hand, picked up the little girl, and cried.

At this time, Lota's stand-in shadow was finally activated.