The wind is like a knife.

The previous explosion did not bring any warmth to the Northland city, and large snowflakes began to fall.

A man in rags huddled in a corner, his eyes cloudy and blank as he stared at the gray sky.

His neck was cracked and dripping with blood. There were two rings of grayish-black marks with blood crusts near the wound, and the vicinity was full of blisters, and even pus had begun to drain.

A pungent smell of burnt fire came with the wind.

He tightened his collar with his left hand awkwardly, and with a slight movement of his right hand, he frowned in pain.

I saw that all ten nails of his hands had been violently pulled out, and three thick iron nails full of rust were nailed to the knuckles of his right fingers.

It's a dying wild dog, and anyone can tell it at a glance.

"I'm sorry...... Sorry ......"

A whimper rolled in his torn throat, tears of remorse in his eyes.

The Blighted Master was so merciful that even if he wanted to assassinate him, he didn't blame him, but let himself go.

The Blighter was right - he wasn't wrong.

He himself knew that he was just taking money from others and eliminating disasters with others.

Just as a blood-stained dagger does not need to repent for killing someone.

But at the end of the day, he had never seen an Assassin who would be forgiven by his assassin. If he was forgiven by others, he would laugh at the other party's useless pity and ridiculous innocence, but it was precisely because of the phrase "you are not wrong" that the pastor of the dark lord was deeply moved.

How many people can understand me?

No one.

Except for the withered lord with a noble heart.

-- But he betrayed it.

Unable to withstand the torture, he finally leaked all the questions that the withered master asked him.

So the priest of the dark lord was pessimistic and desperate, filled with deep guilt.

You can't even do this thing like keeping secrets...... I'm so useless, I'll freeze to death here.

“…… It's snowing. ”

Stunned, the priest of the Lord of Darkness watched in a daze as a snowflake fell on his wound, and the strange cry of coolness and stinging pain made him cry uncontrollably.

He sensed that death was coming.

No one would force a priest to die strong - he wasn't a full-time assassin, he wasn't trained rigorously, and it wasn't his fault that he was weak-willed.

It's just that, in the endless cold that made his whole body stiff, he couldn't help but think of the warm left hand that the withered master slapped on his right shoulder. Warm and almost hot.

It seems like...... ...... again

Grunted vaguely, he briefly lost consciousness.

City of Fortune, Sewers, Lower Ribblade Street.

Roland was standing in front of a fork in the road with a mob of thugs.

"Don't come yet, I'll test it," Roland didn't look back, but said solemnly with his back to the crowd, "Don't worry about me. If my life is in danger, I will have a hunch. ”

"Mr. Orlando, please be careful."

's tone was full of worry and a little respectful.

After determining that the professor was the culprit behind the successive explosions, he completely relaxed his vigilance against Roland. He even felt guilty about his previous suspicions about him.

Just now, he had already sent out the news that the professor was the culprit through the contact information between the three of them.

has decided that if Mr. "Orlando" really suffers any danger, he will be rescued even if his identity is exposed!

He looked at Mr. "Orlando" in a black robe and resolutely walked into the first fork in the road, and sighed deeply.

There are not many people who can still have such a noble heart in these years.

Even if Mr. Orlando's golden-level alienation seems to be biased towards a certain evil god, this cannot hide his kind soul. Just if he was in the outside world, then colluding with the evil god could indeed cancel out his merits, but this is the city of wealth, the land of lawlessness.

What's wrong with communicating with the evil gods? The laws of those hypocrites do not apply here! This is a country that those of us who yearn for freedom have formed ourselves!

's right hand was already faintly pressed against the ceremonial dagger at his waist.

His ritual dagger is a rare-grade weapon that can be used once a day.

If Mr. Orlando really senses some danger and can't escape, let yourself save him.

The young sorcerer of the swordsman is ready to strike.

After Roland stepped into the shadows, he felt the undead aura in his chest, and the walking corpses around him immediately retreated in fright.

Previously, Roland hid in the crowd, allowing the undead aura of this small black box to be hidden by the breath of the living. Therefore, no one noticed that these walking corpses subconsciously did not want to get close to Roland.

And when he moved away from the crowd, this aura suddenly became obvious.

Squinting at the receding walking corpse, Roland stood in the sewer and generously took out the sigil given to him by the professor.

As early as when he exterminated those walking corpses just now, Roland had already calculated the time and place of the next explosion, so without any consideration, he directly ordered-

"In the name of unity, mutual assistance, equality, and reproduction," Roland began, whispering in an incomparably gentle voice, "number three and number four, detonated in five minutes; 14-16, detonated fifteen minutes later; Seventeenth-nineteenth, detonated sixteen minutes later......"

“…… and, number two, detonated seventeen minutes later. ”

After the order was completed, Roland took out the small black box from his bosom and hung it on the back of the head of a walking corpse who was afraid of himself and kept retreating, and it roared forward slowly with fear.

Then, Roland took out a bottle of potion from his suitcase, reached out and gently pressed it, and poured all the potions into his stomach.

"It's ...... Twenty-sixth. ”

Glancing at the label on the potion, Roland then dropped it in the corner.

But he immediately seemed to think of something, sneered, took out the twenty-seventh potion and poured a third of it on the empty bottle of the twenty-sixth.

"I don't think there's going to be any stupid like that, but there's always something to be done, right?"

Roland muttered, tearing a piece of paper from the notebook in his arms, scribbling something on it, and pasting it on the forehead of the struggling walking corpse howling in pain.

Roland then led the walking corpse to the end of the passage, expertly pressing the mechanism and opening the secret door.

There have long been boring thieves on the forums who have drawn topographic maps of the entire sewers of the City of Fortune. Under the characteristics of secret door detection, all kinds of secret doors and traps are naturally clearly targeted.

Although some of the treasures inside had long since been taken by the thief, this could not hide the value of the topographic map.

For example, the secret door in front of Roland's eyes leads to the bedroom of the undead in Ribblade Street. If the timing is right, it is entirely possible to go in and steal something while he is not at home.

Of course, on the other hand, it is not impossible to do something while he is at home.

"Then, the twenty-sixth, it will detonate in seventeen minutes and thirty seconds."

Just as Roland did these actions, another ten seconds passed. So technically, this walking corpse friend with a warm heart will detonate about forty seconds after the second explosion.

If Roland is not mistaken, the person who drank the number two seems to be called ...... Old Tom, right?

Roland sneered, stuck the body parts of the undead in the back of his head, and sent the walking corpse that kept moving forward like a stupid donkey with a carrot tied in front of him into the secret door, closed the secret door, and smashed the mechanism with his hand.

Then he took a second to adjust his expression, and walked out happily to the crowd that was waiting for him.

"There is no danger here. Come on in. ”

"It's great you're okay."

Everyone breathed a long sigh of relief and sighed deeply that good people really have good rewards.

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Ten strings trembled......

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