"The King of Assassins? Is this your dream? Duran paused a little dazedly, and he sat under a coniferous pine, as if he saw a teenager standing in the dark, his head stubbornly bowed.

"Why do you have such a dream?" Duran asked.

The image in my mind quickly switched.

Under the starry sky, the master and apprentice on the roof sat quietly, and the young man listened to the teacher's narration:

"Duran, you know what? Once this continent belonged to all of us. ”

"Everyone?"

"Humans, elves, dwarves, orcs, goblins, etc., all races are at peace, we have friction with each other but still respect each other, and live peacefully on this continent. At that time, you are free to do whatever you want, because the land is ours, the forests are ours, and the beautiful lakes are ours. No one can force us to do what we don't want to. There was a hint of yearning in the man's voice.

"Wow, that's so good, when did that happen?" The boy was also fascinated by the sight of that distant time.

"Like, it looked like it was a thousand years ago. It was still the Second Age, and at the end of the First Age, the gods had left the Fernan Continent one after another. The demons of the abyss poured into our homeland, and humanity and other races joined forces to drive the demons, demons, and evil spirits of the lower planes out of Feinan, but we also suffered heavy casualties, and almost all the sub-gods and legends fell in that long war. However, as soon as we defeated the demons, twelve dragons crossed the plane and took over the continent. These abominable wyverns were greedy and powerful, and the Hundred Clans, who had been so badly wounded, were brutally defeated without even organizing a decent resistance. Some fled into the shelter left behind by the gods when they left, while most were not so lucky. Our ancestors became the enslaved of the dragons, and the vast empire sustained by the blood of the dragons began to take root on the continent of Faynan like a cancer, vowing to suck all of our blood! ”

The man said silently: "This empire is not our homeland. We are born free, and no one is born slaves. ”

"Teacher!" The boy spoke suddenly.

"Huh?"

"Teacher, I want to be an assassin, I want to join the black-clothed people, and I want to assassinate those dragon lords who bully ordinary people with you!" The boy's body began to tremble with excitement, but he still finished the sentence with clarity.

The man rubbed Duran's head with his big rough hand and said gently, "You can, Duran, you are the most talented person I have ever met, you are a natural assassin. ”

"Well, I'm going to be the best assassin ever! By the way, Teacher, what's the name of the most powerful assassin? The boy wondered.

"The best assassin of all? It should be called...... King of Assassins. ”

"King of Assassins...... King of Assassins! ”

Since then, the boy under the stars has been firm in his dream and has never changed.

……

Before he knew it, Duran's eyes were getting wet, and he didn't understand what was wrong with him.

The boy in his fantasy gradually walked towards him and finally became one with him.

The countless memories completely merged with Duran's own memories, and they were no longer separated from each other. In the blurred past and present life, Duran seems to have become a bystander, and countless fragments of memory mixed with emotions have turned into a hot piece of fiery iron, which has been fiercely seared into the deepest part of Duran's memory.

"Your name is Duran, and my name is Duran."

"So your memory is also my memory. Your dream will be my dream as well. What you love, I will cherish tenfold; What you hate, I will work for with empathy. ”

"Your teacher is also my teacher......"

Duran silently raised his head, and the imaginary teenager smiled at him and completely disappeared into the space.

After being reborn, Duran felt refreshed, and his next step seemed to become clear.

Tonight, it was the time for the teacher and the black-clothed people to assassinate Andrew, the dragon lord of Baisha Town.

"I don't know if they succeeded, teacher?" Duran no longer hesitated, and began to speed up his pace and run down the mountain.

The Eternal Vial was stolen by Duran, and if Andrew and the others were missing an arm, their power would be greatly reduced - speaking of the Eternal Vial, Duran couldn't help but feel a little pity in his heart, although this treasure is only a primary product, but it can also provide the holder with a hundred magic points per day, which can be described as a valuable good thing. It was shattered like that, which really made Duran feel a little distressed.

Thinking of this, he took out two sparkling purple fragments from his arms, which were the fragments that the Vial of Eternity had left on Duran's body when it was broken, and he casually put them away.

Although the Eternal Bottle has been shattered, its fragments may not have lost all their value, and Duran's mind flashed through many ways to make the most of the Eternal Bottle fragments in exchange for the greatest benefits, but all this will have to wait until a trip to White Sands.

He must immediately confirm whether the teachers' actions are successful, and if they do, then Andrew the Dragonman Mage will be another example of the successful assassination of the Black Men in the South, which will cause even more turmoil. This cruel and decaying empire, its rule is not as stable as it seems on the surface, the twelve evil dragons that have been making waves in the last three hundred years have gradually retreated, I don't know where they went, and the dragons who stayed behind used the dragon blood contract to forcibly control the hundred clans for their use, but all this was obviously not willing.

Once the fire is lit, it will form a prairie fire, and the Dragonman Empire will inevitably suffer the pain of burning itself, just as the pain they have been inflicting on ordinary people has been deep in the bone marrow.

With his familiarity with Mount Helgar, two hours later, Duran was outside Bergan Manor.

The town of White Sands sits on the west side of Mount Helga, where the Dragonman Lord Andrew, who usually doesn't live in the town, has an estate at the foot of Mount Helga, which is the glittering, brightly lit Bergen Manor in front of Duran's eyes.

The outside of the manor was heavily guarded, with more than a dozen soldiers patrolling back and forth, looking very serious, and a few young soldiers even clutched their swords tightly, as if ready to fight at any time.

If it was before tonight, with more than half a year of fishing in troubled waters, Duran could walk into the manor without going through inspection, and with a few words of laughter with the soldiers. However, now that his identity has been revealed, it is naturally impossible to swagger as usual.

"Judging by the unusual expressions of these soldiers, the teacher's plan should have been implemented, but I don't know if he succeeded." Duran hid in the darkness, staring silently at the gate of the manor.

He was familiar with every plant and tree in this place, and it was easy to find a place to hide, but because of this, he was a little helpless.

Based on what he knew about Burgen Manor, it would probably be difficult to sneak in with his current three-legged cat kung fu.

Candles and torches were lit all over the manor, which was a great distraction for the Assassins, whether it was the most basic stealth or a more advanced strong stealth technique, and Duran even suspected that stealthing under the lamp was almost a joke.

As we all know, the skill of stealth can only be truly used if it is upgraded to level 4 or above, and Duran's stealth is only level 1, which is far from enough.

"I've got to find a way to get in!"

Duran said to himself silently, his eyes rolling around, waiting for the opportunity to come.

Three minutes later, the opportunity came.

Duran squinted tightly, and a carriage galloped in the direction of White Sands, arrived at the gate of the manor, and slowly stopped.

Half of the soldiers immediately surrounded them, and the rest remained where they were.

A girl with long brown hair stepped down from the carriage, she was tall, her eyes were bright, and her pearly skin looked particularly clean in the night.

"Miss Chloe? It turned out that you were back. ”

One of the guards breathed a sigh of relief and saluted respectfully.

"So Chloe?" Miss Chloe is Andrew's niece, and in Duran's mind, she is the only person in Bergen Manor who can be called a good person. Many times when Duran was whipped by the dragon lord because he didn't do things according to Andrew's wishes, it was Chloe who interceded for him, and the young man repeatedly brushed shoulders with death and finally survived.

Duran also knows that the relationship between Chloe and Andrew is very delicate, as Andrew's niece, the two are not actually related by blood, and Chloe inherited her aunt's beauty, and Andrew has secretly coveted Chloe.

Chloe, on the other hand, has always been wary of Andrew, and she knows that her lustful uncle can do anything, especially after Andrew's wife, Chloe's aunt, died a month ago, and her situation has become particularly embarrassing and dangerous.

In fact, Chloe had privately mentioned to Duran many times that she would have left Bergen Manor long ago if it weren't for the fact that she had nowhere to go and that her aunt loved her so much. In the midst of their conversation, Duran could feel Chloe's dislike for Andrew.

"I'm afraid it will be very difficult to ask for information rashly, but if you ask Chloe, it will be much easier." Duran made up his mind to inquire about the teacher, and Chloe was the best candidate.

So he leaned forward slightly, put his index and middle fingers in his mouth, and let out a series of partridge-like calls.

Hearing the sudden sound of partridges, the rest of the people looked like they didn't care, only the girl in the carriage showed a strange look, and after a while she lowered the curtain and said lightly: "Let us in." ”

Naturally, the soldiers opened the gate of the manor, and the carriage slowly drove into Bergen's manor.

"You taught me partridge language, I hope you understand what I mean......"

Duran took one last look at the brightly lit main entrance of the manor, then turned and stepped into the darkness.

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