It's another normal day.

The banshees in Carlstone Manor are still in a state of anxiety, and as they wander among the tombstones, they do not forget to reflect on themselves - "I rubbed too much powder today...... Hairspray is also used too much...... Hey......"

Dia? Sangunar, the man known as the number one killer in the Eastern Kingdom, once again reflected on himself after the defeat of the previous two days. After the second assassination attempt, he followed the fish-man for a whole day and found that there were many special features about this fish-man - all the ingredients had to be cooked before he was willing to eat, he never ate raw, cold and spicy, brushed his teeth once in the morning, noon and evening, washed his feet every day before going to bed, and never forgot to wash his hands before and after eating. Compared to those Undercity nobles who are obsessed with fat sashimi, this fish talent is more like a real nobleman. Even Dia learned a lot from this fish-man.

Many people thought that Dia's ability to become the number one killer of the Eastern Kingdom was due to his learning spirit of diligently studying professional knowledge, but they were all wrong!

What is it that sustains Dia to stand at the top of the Eastern Killer Rankings and not fall for decades? It is this never-say-die spirit.

Through careful follow-up, Dia discovers that the fish-man has a habit of eating fruit every morning - the garbage basket is stacked with the gray apple pits it throws away every day.

This is a great opportunity.

Grey Tomb Moss is a fungus that grows in graveyard crypts and is often used by poison merchants to craft deadly poisons, and it has a fragrance similar to that of gray apples, so it is perfect for use on gray apples.

Despite its sturdy scales and skull, the fish-man must not have been able to resist the damage of poison to its internal organs. Dia sprinkled the grey tomb moss on the grey apple, then lurked in the corner, quietly waiting for the prey to bite off the poison bait......

After some searching, Mochi did not find medical books on the shelves, let alone formulas for colds. The pharmacists of the Royal Society of Pharmacists put all their energy into how to create an even more terrible plague virus.

As the saying goes, "it is better to seek medical treatment than to seek oneself", and on the earth with high medical costs, Moqi who survives on laboratory subsidies does not dare to go to the doctor for a cold. Although the gray apples of Tirisfal Woodland are not as sweet and delicious as ordinary apples, they are better than nothing, and they can be regarded as a means of taking vitamins.

After three hours of experimentation, Mochi deliberately set aside time for himself to walk and eat fruit.

Picking up the apple on the table, Mochi tried to imagine it as a fine variety of Red Fuji, Golden Crown, and Jonakin.

Click-Mochi took a bite on the shriveled gray apple, I don't know if it was a psychological effect, today's gray apple smelled of ashes. Forget it, bear with me, taste is secondary, and taking vitamins is real. Mochi persuaded himself and forcibly nibbled the gray apple.

Mo Qi threw the pit into the homemade garbage basket and was about to turn around to do the experiment, but before he could take a few steps, he felt dizzy and his body was hot and cold......

Mo Qi held his forehead, endured the feeling of headache and continued to walk forward: "My disease is really regular, pick this time every day, yes, the music can start!" ”

Before the words fell, Moqi's exclusive BGM sounded again-

"Snowflakes fluttering, the north wind is ......"

"No—"

With the sound of the music, Dia fell to her knees and let out a cry of despair in her heart.

He is the most arrogant killer in the world, but the gods make it impossible for him to kill a fishman.

What a cruel irony is this?

There is no way for the undead to shed tears. But there were tears on his face under the hood—tears with blood, blood with tears.

Why is this happening?

When his heart was most shaken, the master's words echoed in his ears like a vicious curse!

"One day, when you meet that target that you can't kill, you'll understand the true meaning of putting the knife away."

No! I don't understand!

Dia screamed at the old man in her heart! But in the face of Dia's hysterical shouts, the old man just shook his head slightly......

Dia looked at the fish-man with a raging fire in his eyes, and from that moment on, he was determined to gamble everything, including all the pride of his number one killer in the Eastern Kingdom, and he was determined to kill the fish-man with all his life's learning!

And Mo Qi, who was stared at by this angry eye, just scratched his butt like a minotaur, and his butt was a little itchy after sitting for too long recently......

Over the next few days, as Chauhan's Intermediate Pharmacist Qualification Exam approached, Mochi's "cold" became more and more serious.

At noon the next day, a groggy Mochi walked down the hallway, and he didn't know what was going on, and Mochi didn't even notice that Svoron's long-handled battle axe had fallen around the corner. The blade of the axe smashed firmly into his head, thanks to the [old iPhone] bodyguard, otherwise Mo Qi would have been split in half.

On the afternoon of the third day, Mo Qi, who had mastered the rules of lingua franca and phrases, was trying to decipher the words on the tombstone on the cemetery of the manor, who knew that a boulder fell from the sky and almost smashed Mo Qi into meat sauce, Mo Qi couldn't help but scold at the sky - "The Burning Legion really has no public morality!" You learned this meteorite guidance technology from North Korea, right? How many miles away is this from the Undercity? Aside from accidentally injuring civilians, can you do something that really threatens Azeroth? ”

Not long after Mochi finished scolding, in the evening of the same day, news came from the Undercity that the Burning Legion had landed in the Broken Isles, that the Watchmen Cave had been lost, that the Guardian forces led by Mavi Shadowsong had been defeated, and that the corpses of many of the Warden warriors had disappeared...... Hearing the news, Mo Qi had to sigh - you can't talk nonsense if you curse.

Also, every time he triggered his phone's skill, Mochi could hear ghostly howls all around him - "Why is this happening? I hate it! The cry was filled with resentment and uneasiness, as if it were full of hatred for all living beings in the world.

I can understand the feelings of this unjust soul, because Mo Qi himself is also full of resentment about the singing of "A Cut of Plums".

On the morning of the fifth day, Mochi found that all the straw paper he used to prevent snot at night had been pasted on his face, and Moqi had no memory of when he had put it on his face, no wonder he had dreamed that he couldn't breathe the other night. And it was embarrassing that Mochi had so much snot at night that several layers of paper were soaked.

After waking up, Moqi began the day's experiments, and since Qiao Han was going to take the intermediate pharmacist test the next day, he didn't have time to guide Moqi in learning the new alchemical formula.

Very unhappily, after practicing all the known alchemy recipes into gray, Moqi's alchemy proficiency reached 74/75, and he was only close to leveling up, which was almost forcing obsessive-compulsive disorder to death.

With indignation, Mo Qi sat at the door of the room, looking at the sunset in the distance, trying to calm the fluctuating emotions in his heart.

At that moment, an undead thief appeared out of nowhere and sat beside him, acting familiar to him.

"Thank you, through the past few days, I finally figured it out." The undead thief sat beside him and said like an old friend.

Do you thank me? Do I know you? Who are you? Mochi looked at the undead thief with "Dia Sangunar" on his head with a neurotic look.

"I'm going to get out of here, and there's one more thing I have to do before I leave." The undead thief continued.

You do. I didn't stop you.

As he spoke, Dia Sangunal stabbed Mochi with a hard object.

Mo Qi was startled at first, and then when he looked down at the hard object, he couldn't help but scold-

"You're sick! Why did you stab me with a knife! ”

Dia ignored the resentful eyes, supported the ground with one hand, and then turned 720 degrees in the air to land perfectly with a 9.9 difficulty movement, and then bowed for a curtain call.

Mochi also noticed that he had retracted the murder weapon that had hurt him.

"I finally understand the truth of the knife now - only by admitting that my abilities are limited, can a killer continue to reach the infinite realm." With that, Dia Sangunar turned gracefully and walked off into the distance.

Looking at Dia Sangunal's somewhat lonely back in the sunset, Mochi just wanted to say-

"This thing is mentally retarded!"