Sean, the self-claimed number one Assassin in his realm, was nailed to the ground by three arrows before he could finish the first round - he looked up in disbelief and tried to fight back, only to see an arrow almost in front of his head.

The tense bowstring did not tremble in the slightest, the arm holding the bow handle was as steady as Mount Tai, and the cold arrow flickered with cold light, like a real murderous aura permeating the surroundings, making Sean unable to move.

"You're going to kill me—"

"Sean, the Seer. ”

Sean is a dead soldier, and he has long been mentally prepared for the ending of being killed and killed, and such things happen every day, and he has no other choice but to "admit it" in the end - but he didn't expect that this guy in front of him could know his name, and even know the unknown "nickname"!

"Well, Count Durant is very well hidden, but since you are here, it means that he is also a 'traitor'. ”

Such words are indifferent and casual, as if discussing today's weather, there is no doubt at all, just a simple declarative sentence.

"You... How do you know about me..."

Looking at Sean's horrified expression, Roddy frowned slightly, as if he was considering whether to explain, but in the end he pursed his lips with regret on his face and replied by loosening the bowstring.

Blood splattered out, and the "seer" who fell to the ground did not escape the fate of death after all, while Roddy, who was standing next to him, looked down at the corpse that was gradually losing its body temperature, with a thoughtful expression.

In his memory, Sean the "Seer" died in 597, but at that time he was not a "traitor" or a "lackey of the traitor", but a high-ranking intelligence agency of the [rebel army], and almost single-handedly controlled all the intelligence sources on the front line...

And when he died, he would rather die than fight until the last moment, so that many players regarded him as an "idol", and even posted a "memorial post" on the forum for this purpose, in short, "the greatness of life and the glory of death", which is enough to be called a "martyr".

But now...

"I have the wrong position, I don't have a choice. ”

When such words came out, Roddy's tone also seemed a little helpless - there is no one in this world who is simply "good" or "bad", Sean is a hero on the battlefield in the future, and his contribution to this country is something that Roddy couldn't catch up with at the beginning.

But going back in time, on this day in 588, Roddy can't say to the other party, "You will be a hero in the future, so don't follow Durant" - different times, different endings, this is something that cannot be ignored.

Maybe the two sides will stand together in ten years, but now, under the irresolvable contradictions... Roddy had no choice.

War is cruel after all.

Bowed his head and sighed, emotions like this would not affect Roddy, inspecting the corpse, collecting equipment, and then calling scouts to clean up the scene, and when he returned to the manor, Roddy had already returned to his former calm.

Reaching out and picking up the necklace and looking at it, this kind of gain made him feel a little surprised:

"The Eye of Herals"

The neck is well-defined

Requirements: Advanced Classes

Equip: Attacks that pose a threat to the wearer can be determined and an alert will be automatically triggered. (Cooldown 1 day)

"Made by Horn of Tux. ”

Roddy's previous necklace shattered and disappeared after having an advanced class, and what he was wearing at this time was the one that increased the reputation of the "Rosaceutic", which had a chicken effect and was better than nothing - so in contrast, Roddy happily replaced it with this "Eye of Odurs" that had a great effect in battle.

It was something that could save his life, and he had no room to taboo anything.

When he walked into the manor, Roddy saw Akasha who seemed to have been waiting for him in front of the mansion at a glance, he casually raised his hand to say hello, and said: "Next time there are cavalry, lean back more, standing in front is still easy to have accidents, and pay more attention to protect yourself in the future." ”

"Yes. ”

Sally bowed her head silently, and in terms of combat, she had always listened to what Roddy said. At this time, Roddy pushed open the wooden door and approached the room, and she followed behind.

"You don't have to be like a maid all the time," Roddy couldn't help her attitude as well, "You can find something to do when you're not fighting... Like learning a foreign language or something?"

This kind of remark was naturally casual, Roddy put the shortbow on the weapon rack in the foyer, thinking of going to see the high elf book "The Nature of Energy", so he gave an example of "foreign language" - but he didn't expect that Akasha nodded very seriously, then thought for a few seconds, and asked with some hesitation: "I want to learn... Learn High Elf. ”

"Huh?"

Roddy paused and turned his face slightly, "Why do you suddenly want to learn the language of the High Elves? Actually, I can teach you orc language... Hey, when you see those retarded barbarians and yell at them, 'The King of Axes is behind you,' you'll see that they're really going back to the chieftain - that's, of course, that's a joke. ”

Seeing that Akasha looked serious, Roddy waved his hand helplessly, "Forget it... High Elf is pretty good, and I don't have time to study the tome in Brudy's collection, so if you're interested, I'll teach you - do you really want to learn?"

Akasha looked up and nodded very formally, her lips pursed slightly, trying to keep her expression calm...

It really doesn't matter what you learn, what matters is that you teach me.

She tried to suppress the little throbbing in her heart that she didn't dare to speak, and followed Roddy towards the study.

"Elson, how did you bring it up?"

At the same moment, in the tree hole of Elsa Village, the smiling village chief Brudi was delighted with the human team brought back by Nata, but after picking up the letter brought by Roddy, his smile suddenly froze on his face.

"I don't know the specific reason, I followed them through a few battles, and the word seems to have been seen from the enemy's trophies. ”

Nata's voice didn't fluctuate emotionally, just narrated everything like a machine, "I don't understand Bringa, though, these are my guesses." ”

"Fighting?" Hearing this, Brudy hurriedly got up and looked at it carefully, "No injuries, right?"

Nata shook her head and didn't speak. However, although her face was expressionless, she still felt a little resentful in her heart - she walked out of the village by herself in order to make her strength stronger...

But after this action, she found that she had been called by Roddy as a hard laborer...

Thinking about it, he couldn't bear to say anything to Roddy until now, mainly because he hadn't broken his promise to Elsa Village—the first batch of supplies had already been transported from Parr Town, escorted by two human mercenaries and twenty Templars, to the point that the most basic necessities such as cloth, iron pots, and salt had been piled up in the middle of the village.

Nata is happy with this, but she is not satisfied with what she has learned... Except for the time when he adjusted his short bow, the rest of the time, Roddy didn't say anything about archery to him, and as for the "professor", there was no way to talk about it...

I've never seen such an irresponsible teacher.

Although Nata doesn't like to talk, she has a temper after all...