In a dark alley in the city of Paris, Zhao Qian ran, turned an alley, and he leaned against the wall behind him and stopped.

The physical strength of 25 points made him not feel very tired after such a long run.

Now it is clear that no one can see who did it.

What's more, he also tied a strip of black cloth that barely covered his face and tore off the body of a drunk man who fell to the ground. And the clothes on his body are another person, for this reason, he specially went around the city. People don't know their course of action.

Taking a slight breath, Zhao Qian listened, and sure enough, there were a few crisp footsteps behind him.

The escort of the young master of August.

According to the information, when he shot the guy, the two of them were smoking a little far away, and the other was distracted for a few minutes because of the beautiful women who would appear at this time.

Now, they can't escape the blame, hoping to keep their families safe after killing the murderer.

"Poof!"

As soon as the person in front of him turned the corner, an arrow in front of Zhao Qian's giant crossbow was deducted, almost facing each other.

He glanced at the corpse nailed to the wall, but the sound of the ticket in his ears was deaf.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! ”

Three gunshots.

Zhao Qian glanced at the flintlock bullet that hit his shield. The ticket on the wrist came and the shield absorbed less than 10 damage points.

It was as if I didn't hear it.

He put the crossbow back into the ticket, and the sword was neatly drawn.

He stared at the two men, and if he was in a well-lit place, he believed that he would be able to see the bloodshot that spread everywhere in his eye sockets.

The pace is fast.

The two guards hadn't taken a few steps back before they were stabbed by the man with the black mask.

Yes, stab, it's like a brawl with daggers in the streets.

The pain caused the man to be pressed on the shoulder by Zhao Qian with his left hand.

"Poof! Laugh at! Burst! Laugh at! ”

The sword was drawn and stabbed again. He was like a layman who didn't know how to use a sword, and he used the weapon like a long dagger. The intestines, which had been pulled off by the blade, were exposed.

The smell of blood filled.

The bodyguard he held down was stabbed again, he was already dead, but he was stabbed again.

Blood flowed on the ground and splattered on both of them.

Zhao Qian let go of his left hand, and his right hand holding the sword was already covered with blood. He looked at it coldly, and let the corpse fall straight to the ground.

Glancing up again, the last of the guards. That guy was already planning to run away after the other one died.

Run fast.

Zhao Qian lit a cigarette for himself, and watched the man's back farther and farther away, and the sparks lit up and disappeared in the dark.

The shoes were stained with blood on the ground, and a bloody footprint was imprinted on the ground.

He walked forward, stepping over the corpse, which was not yet cold, and his steps became faster and faster.

From beginning to end, just silence.

Running through two alleys, the panicked bodyguard had better run into a dead end.

Fear made him forget the way he had come.

"Tread, step, step."

In the quiet alley, only footsteps in the darkness were left not far away.

Zhao Qian is actually very aware of the situation in this kind of place, an area that is plagued by gang fighting. Never open the door when there is a special situation outside.

There wasn't even a single light in the alley.

"You, you, don't come here."

The guard, who used to protect others, now has some teeth fighting even when he speaks.

His trills made it audible to his fearful emotions.

"Huh."

Zhao Qian looked at the guy, a hint of mockery flashed on his calm face.

The cigarette butt was casually spit on the ground by him, and he carefully stepped on it with his foot.

Step by step.

The man looked at the figure that gradually became clear in the darkness, and finally couldn't help it and pulled the trigger.

"Bang! Bang! ”

The sound of gunfire was accompanied by the sound of bullets entering flesh.

"Poof!"

As if he didn't care about the wounds on his body, Zhao Qian stabbed the man's neck with a sword.

Then with a twist of the wrist, the head of the owl.

Blood from bullet wounds was pouring out of his body, and he didn't seem to notice it.

"Hint: You have comprehended a new skill from the battle message just now, and you are proficient in Strength Lv1." ――

Divide-Cut-Line -

In Paris, on the bell tower of a towering church, a Western woman in a cheongsam and a cigarette stick in her mouth looks at something in the darkness in the distance.

The young man with the sword was knocked unconscious by a figure behind him that he had not yet noticed, and remained motionless.

"It seems that our little Richard is not very quiet."

The top hat bar on the side took a sip of a cigar and teased. He actually knows why.

"Gas."

The woman spat into the smoke of the night and watched the lights in the center of the city.

"Unexpectedly, the stimulation of the power of cold just accelerated the process of his cultivation, making him have to face his true heart when he realized qi."

"It's like a lion is bound to eat people."

The top hat snapped its fingers, but the flame that had just been ignited was quickly extinguished.

"Can you see what the attribute is?"

The English mage turned to look at her brother, who was much more vicious than herself.

"Emotions, anger or whatever, like that group of antique paladins in the church, what mercy, kindness, sacrifice, make their hearts and strengths stronger."

"Just like the White Emperor of the East?"

"Yes."

The female Merlin silently looked at Zhao Qian, who fell to the ground, and was put in special shackles, and did not speak again.

But the top hat seemed to stir up the desire to speak. It had been many years since they had such a good conversation, even though they knew that the affection between the two was false.

"Don't you save him?"

Taking another puff on his cigar, he tossed the ash on the side of the railing of the bell tower, cut it clean with a delicate cigar cutter, and put it back in his trench coat with a standing collar. It's a little habit of him, and he doesn't put the cigar he smokes back in the ticket.

"Do you think he's going to die?"

"At least the Chels family won't let him die for the sake of what little family face it has left. I hate the French. ”

She muttered, glancing at the bell-ringer on the ground next to her, who was already asleep.

"And, he caused me to lose a prop to offset the failure."

Turned around and went downstairs.