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'From what is known, the Baron of Harrington is either eating and waiting to die, or he is planning something behind his back. And as the object of contact with the Viscount of the "Golden Thorn Bird", it should be more likely that the latter.' Shaking the wine glass in his hand, Barrett sketched a general judgment in his mind.

Although Barrett was not sure that his judgment was correct, it was far better than the situation when a blind man touched an elephant at the beginning. Having achieved his goal, Barrett stood up and flicked his left hand over the bar, leaving a shiny gold coin on the side of the glass.

Back in the house, Barrett cautiously made sure there were no watchers and closed the door: "Noodles! How's the alarm arranged?"

"At your request, I have arranged some knick-knacks on the windowsills and porches of all three rooms." As he spoke, the noodles pointed to the two silk threads that had not yet been put on the side of the door, one bright and one dark.

Seeing this, Barrett nodded with satisfaction: "I can only rely on you in this regard!"

"But! Barrett, do you really think such a trick will work?" Compared to Barrett's optimism, Noodle is not very confident in his means.

Barrett, who walked to the side of the bed and lay down directly, moved his neck: "How do you know if you don't try. As a wanderer between walking and light and shadow, you who claim to be a skilled worker, you should have confidence in yourself."

"It's because I know enough. That's why I don't have much confidence in my means. After all, a true assassin would never be tricked by such a pediatric trick." As he spoke, Noodles pulled out the flannel and began to wipe his beloved ghost dagger.

"A real assassin?" Barrett, who was lying on the boat, stared at the parquet ceiling in the house for a long time, and then put his arm under the pillow: "What do you think is a rare shadow blade. Will it appear in a small place like Candlestick? If we do meet that kind of guy here, we'll just consider ourselves unlucky."

"It's true that it's not very likely to meet that kind of master in this town. However, it cannot be ruled out that the royal family of Eetasia may send such a figure from the thieves' guild from other regions to ambush us in Candlestick." Speaking of this, the noodle table was a little uneasy, "After all, we can't hide the route of action from the beginning to the present."

"The reason why the Assassins, who only know their names and don't know their names, have been able to accomplish incredible tasks. In addition to their own outstanding abilities, they also have to rely on the intelligence and operational support of the organization behind them." Speaking of this, Barrett rolled over, "Once after leaving the familiar environment. Those assassins are like fish out of water. Will an organization that has managed to produce such a good player allow its trump card to take such a risk? To know ......"

Don't think of Assassins as outlaws who sneak into the target house and stab a dagger into the chest of a sleeping victim.

Although Kenny encounters this simple and crude situation in some actions. But in most cases, the Assassins' operations were far more complicated than that.

As an Assassin, you don't have to be a loiterer. You can be a warrior, a ranger, or even a mage. However, while obtaining this status, you have to learn a lot of knowledge and skills related to it.

First of all, the Assassin needs to have a lot of knowledge and skills in the use of drugs. Long-term training has given them a sense of smell and taste that allows them to distinguish various types of toxic smoke from poison. At the same time they are also able to silently put the right poison smoke and poison. Use the right means to use it on your own goals.

Second, the vast majority of Assassins, if not experts in architecture, were at least able to tell the story of architecture relevant to their actions - they had to be able to tell at a glance where secret passages and secret doors might be located.

Finally, in order to be able to approach their targets, the Assassins often needed to be skilled in maneuvering various vehicles. From simple carriages and horses to canoes traversing the river. Even a light sailing ship that should have been operated by multiple people or a unique camel beast of an orc barbarian may be the choice of the mission.

This made the training of Assassins an expensive transaction. And because there is no system to add points, the emergence of truly elite assassins among the natives is accompanied by talent and luck.

As a result, the greatest asset of the Assassin Thieves Guild is their terrifying members. These Assassins are formidable enemies for threats.

Their lack of numbers is also compensated for by their formidable combat skills, incomparable covert operations, and skillful use of exotic poisons, weapons, and magic.

This makes the mere fear of possible retribution enough to make a lot of the guys who are going to be enemies of this group hold back. And if the Assassin members in the hands of the Guild suffer losses or leave the country. It would be the most dangerous day for the union.

At the same time, the second greatest asset of the Assassin Guild is secret. Since once the identity of the Assassins is revealed, there is only death, so all Assassins do their best to cover up their actions. Sophisticated codewords, covert operations, and hidden bases are all part of the daily process, and real names are never to be revealed - either by the client or by later members.

Even internally. Union leaders are careful to scout potential new members to avoid being infiltrated into the union. Sending personnel to areas outside of one's sphere of influence can be said to be an act of actively leaking secrets to the outside world - there will be too many clues left along the way. [,！ Killing organizations is to be avoided with all their might.

Barrett, who had been assassinated many times during the testing period, still knows the unspoken rules of the industry very well. Even the high-handed policies of the royal family may not make them act in a way that undermines their own lives.

"If there really are that kind of elite assassins to attack us, there will only be some dead soldiers cultivated by big organizations and big families." Speaking of this, Barrett smiled playfully. If the Etasia royal family really sent out that precious "expendable" because of us, we should be extremely honored even if we died."

"Alright! Maybe you have a point." Noodles scratched his head. Then, still somewhat distracted, a piece of thistle terrestris was sprinkled somewhere behind the window. And a bell was glued to the door.

If you look closely, you will find that the location of this thistle terrestris is exactly the most likely place for a creature of human size to choose after entering the house through the window. In order to be able to sleep peacefully, this guy is desperate enough.

It was getting darker, and the moonlight was so bright tonight that the inhabitants of Candlestick Town could see the road ahead in its milky glow without the need for torches.

By this time, most of the townspeople had gone to bed, and the moonlit town had long since disappeared from the hustle and bustle of the day. Occasionally, the sound of fishy coughs, the barking of cats and dogs, and the crying of babies break the silence.

If you are a sassy writer, you may be able to sing a song on the hanging silver plate and the quiet countryside scenery in front of you. However, the players who have been tired for a few days have already fallen asleep and have no intention of appreciating it.

In the midst of this quiet and peaceful scene, a sound similar to breaking glass suddenly came from the room on the third floor of the Ganquan Tavern.

"Night Attack!" Barrett, who wasn't very sleepy, was immediately awakened by the sound in the room. He kicked the noodles in his sleeping bag with his legs, grabbed the short sword hidden under the pillow and flipped over.

At the same time, the wanderer's keen awareness skills also make the noodles detect the anomaly in the trap he has placed in the first place. Even without Barrett's warning, he was aware of the uninvited guest in many places in the room.

After landing on the ground, Barrett's legs bent slightly, and his whole body was stretched. It's like a cheetah ready to go, ready to choose someone to devour. It's a pity that the empty room in front of him still seems to be telling Sù Barrett that the voice he heard before is just his own hallucination.

The noodles that also landed on the ground were looking around vigilantly at the moment, and the qiē in front of them reminded him of the teachings of his professional mentor on the first day of the game.

According to the other side: 'Most of the dangers in the loiterer industry come from the darkness. If you want to avoid such dangers, you must first be familiar with the darkness and adapt to it. And as long as you have completed this stage, you will often feel deeply that the best way to ensure your safety is to be in the same darkness - the protection from the darkness can protect you, and you can walk more calmly between danger and danger.

"Hiding in the dark? The shadow in the room......" savored the words of the mentor again, and Noodles began to look into the room for a shadow that could be a target for the other party.

After a glance under the windowsill, under the square table, the sky guard, and the hanger, the noodles seem to have really noticed one of the dissonances. I saw him shake his hand violently. If you only hear the three crisp sounds of "bang bang bang", a row of steel nails are neatly driven deep into the hard wall.

And the lurkers who had been hiding in the shadows in front of the wall were also forced out by the weapons projected by the row of noodles.

A vague group photo jumped up, and the specially treated cold blade could not be seen even in the bright moonlight. The other party's way of acting seems to be floating, which is even more creepy. (To be continued)