Is it just because of a commitment to a child?

Look at the figure walking away in the snow.

"What a mess." Trist threw half of his cigarette on the ground.

The cigarette butt fell into the snow and gradually extinguished in the snow.

With his pockets in his pockets, he turned around and walked back to the orphanage.

He remembered the half-broken Rakshasa mask just now, which was very familiar, and he had seen it in the newspaper the other day.

Hooked the corners of his mouth.

I believe in fate, but I can't see your fate.

Trick Blade, it seems that everyone is mistaken about you.

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Returning to the hotel for the last time, Anchen came back to get some things, took Zelas's notes from the bedside, and put the backpack in the future tense into the space ring.

Looking at the messy room with wine bottles, Anchen was silent for a moment and was about to leave.

"Bumper." There was a gentle knock on the window.

"Come in."

"Z."

A woman with long black hair jumped in through the window.

An Chen smiled: "It's rare, I finally learned to knock on the door." ”

Apparently the guy who rubbed her here three times for free treatment.

"What are you doing here?"

"Pay it back." The woman said lightly and threw An Chen a space ring: "A total of three hundred and ten gold coins." ”

"I'll be leaving Bilgewater after today, thank you for taking care of me." The woman nodded, expressing her gratitude.

Looking at Anchen.

The woman's hand behind her back was held tightly on the handle of the sickle.

"It's a coincidence." Anchen opened the door: "I'm also leaving today." ”

Looking at An Chen in silence, the woman did not speak.

"The next time we meet, it's the enemy. Bye. Anchen jokingly finished speaking, walked out, and the door was slowly closed.

She noticed the woman's movements, but she didn't pay attention to them.

She hunted down high-ranking pirates in Bilgewater, and there were a dozen of them at a time, a task that should only be sent by someone from three places.

Ionia, Noxus, Demacia.

Because they are the only ones who need to transport supplies at sea, they must suppress the arrogance of the pirates.

No matter where the woman comes from, the next time we see each other, it will not be possible for her to heal her.

The woman watched Anchen walk out, let go of the scythe, and disappeared on the window edge.

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"Boss, check out." Anchen walked down the stairs with a mask and cloak and put the accommodation fee on the bar.

At night, the owner was the only one in the hotel who sat in the hall, alone in a daze at a kind of wine bottle.

Seeing Anchen's dress, the boss's eyes tightened, and then he relaxed.

The realization is back on the bottle, as if nothing is being seen.

"Leaving?"

"Well, do what I'm supposed to do."

A smile appeared on the boss's meaty face.

Turning around, he found a glass of wine in the wine cabinet and placed it in front of Anchen.

"Let's go."

"Thank you."

Pushed open the door of the hotel.

The black cloak hunted in the wind and snow, An Chen's hand rested on his ring, and a black unsheathed blade was slowly withdrawn.

Her hand grasped the hilt of the knife, and the familiar killing intent once again surged into her body.

But this time she didn't refuse again, because this time she was going to kill.

She has already made her choice.

A destination that belongs to her, she can't escape.

A murderer's destination.

Anchen stretched out a palm and caught a snowflake, and then the snowflake slowly melted.

Let me and I put an end to it all in my own way.

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"Guest?"

"Guest?" An old man's hand waved in front of An Chen.

An Chen came back to his senses and looked at the old man in front of him.

"Guest." The old man nodded and handed her a letter in his hand: "This is the news you wanted." ”

"Hmm." Anchen took the envelope.

was about to open it, but the old man stretched out his hand to stop him, stretched out three thin fingers, and smiled.

"Three thousand gold coins."

Without saying anything, Anchen placed three gold coins inlaid with purple gems in front of the old man, and then pushed the door away with the envelope.

After turning a few alleys, I walked out into the street.

The streets are buzzing with people, and Noxus City is as bustling as ever.

Anchen put the envelope in his arms and put it away, because of the war, there are not many high-level combat forces in the city, and the black market in Noxus is surprisingly arrogant.

Even such high-level confidential documents can be bought and sold as long as they are bid.

It's made it a lot easier for me.

With his head down, An Chen's breath dropped to a minimum and walked into the crowd. A few misshapens disappeared into the streets.

Civilian settlements.

Anchen pushed open the door of an ordinary house, which she had turned directly in the hands of a person for thirty gold coins.

During that time in Bilgewater, she did earn a lot, and a few thousand gold coins were enough for ordinary people to eat for a lifetime.

It's a pity that the price of news on the black market is too high, and the money in her hand is estimated to not last long.

After wiping a match and quietly lighting the candle on the table, Anchen sat down and opened the envelope.

"Distribution of Noxian power: the first position of power, the twelve members of Noxus. Second Position: Darius, Hand of Noxus (outside), Svein, Sorner.

The Twelve Councillors of Noxus are from the three ruling families and officials in Noxus. Members do not know each other, and a single member has no real power, and members who reveal their identities will be dealt with directly by other members.

Only when necessary to gather, to determine the political orientation of Noxus.

Distribution: Three members of the Quekao family, three members of the Leicester family, three members of the Vincenton family, and three officials of Noxus City.

Identity Details: Unknown. ”

Twelve councillors?

The political landscape of Noxus is really interesting.

Darius and Svein should not be in the city at the moment······

In other words, the political control of the city is in their hands.

So.

Anchen put the letter paper in his hand on the candle flame, and the flames quickly engulfed the paper, burning on Anchen's hand, and then slowly extinguished.

Rubbing the ashes of your fingertips.

Let's start with you.

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Hawkers,The boss asked us to make up a shift.,I'm sorry.,Whew.,It's better.。