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The sun is sinking in the west, and the orange sunlight is projecting down, rendering everything golden, and even a few days away, the growth is far less than the wheat fields of previous years are much brighter.

At this moment, on the main road outside Darrant City, a small group of people and horses is moving rapidly.

"Hurry up, otherwise it won't be too late for the brown-clothed man to hold a celebration banquet for us!" On the back of the galloping black horse king, Buchen said happily.

The assassination order of the Nine Kings has been completed, the order is about to be handed over, and he is about to become famous in the world, how can Buchen be unhappy and excited?

"Henry, do you think Prince McGee will keep his word?" Fei Fei asked with some concern.

"He is the prince of a great country, a feudal official, and the export is a constitution, so he shouldn't deny it, right?" Buchen said, but despite this, his brows couldn't help frowning.

"Engong and Miss Fei Fei rest assured, the prince of our brown-clothed empire is still reputable!" Master Pope comforted Buchen and Fei Feidao, this matter is not easy for him, to ride on the back of a high-speed galloping horse, firmly follow Buchen them, it is already very valuable to him, and now he has to talk to Buchen them, it is really a bit of a fate.

"But you can't help but be prepared." Ai Ai said in deep thought.

"Hmm." Buchen nodded, "Sister Ai Ai is right, the heart of defense is indispensable, let's put the bullet on the gun and then enter the city!" ”

"Eun Gong, you have too much heart." Master Pope sighed and said.

"Oh, yes, Pop!" Speaking of precautions, a thought suddenly popped up in Buchen's heart

"Engong, what's the matter?" Mr. Pope asked.

"You won't go in with us for a while, you're a brown man, just pretend to be a traveler and enter the city."

Master Pope is a seven-trick exquisite heart, and after a little thought, he understands what Buchen is worried about, he is not afraid that he will share his credit, but he is afraid that once Prince McGee does not keep his promise, he will not be able to protect himself. To put it bluntly, Buchen still doesn't trust the credibility of their brown-clothed people.

"Engong ......" Master Pope wanted to persuade him a few more words, but was interrupted by Buchen.

"Needless to say, it's settled!" Buchen said without any negotiation.

"Ugh." Master Pope sighed again, but said nothing more.

After a while, they came to a mile outside the city.

"Stop, reload!" Buchen grabbed the reins of the Black Horse King, and the Black Horse King suddenly hissed, and the man stood up.

The other three hurriedly did so.

Buchen skillfully loaded the ammunition and said to Pope: "Okay, Pope, you can go in first, and we will enter the city in a quarter of an hour." ”

Master Pope had no choice but to drive his mount and run towards Durent City first.

"Is the ammunition loaded?" Don't ask the elf sisters.

Fei Fei and Ai Ai both nodded.

Buchen smiled with satisfaction, and waited for about a quarter of an hour as agreed before heading towards the city gate, at this time Master Pope had already been examined and had been in the city for a long time.

In a few moments, they came to the gates.

"Stop, who are you?!" The brown-clad soldiers on duty in front of the city gate asked.

Buchen smiled and glanced left and right at Fei Fei and Ai Ai, raised his head, and said with a proud face:

"Assassin!"

"What?!"

Originally, these soldiers were only responsible for the search and collection of city gate taxes, and they didn't expect that a small hill like themselves could receive such a big person, so they didn't react at all for a while.

"I said we were the Assassins!" Buchen repeated it again angrily.

"I say, boy, that's not how the joke works!" A brown-clad soldier who looked a little older said, his words faintly threatening.

The disdainful sneered: "Are you kidding? Do you think the young master is idle and hurts? Go, get me your superiors! ”

Those brown-clothed soldiers glanced at each other and nodded, whether this kind of thing is true or not, it is not for them to call the shots, so let's find someone who can call the shots!

So one of the soldiers ran towards the horse path in the city.

After a while, a military attache with a helmet and armor and a full armor came to them.

"You say you're the Assassin?" The brown-clothed military attache looked Buchen up and down and asked.

Buchen nodded arrogantly, he could see that this person was just a city gate official, not a particularly high-level character, so he didn't need to give him too much face.

"Do you have proof?" The gatekeeper frowned.

Buchen didn't answer him, but asked, "Do you know the goods?" Recognize the crown? ”

The city gate was closed, and the green muscles on the door jumped, and he was naturally ...... Illiterate, just kidding, he's just a martial artist, how could he have that kind of insight?

Buchen saw that the city gate official did not speak, and said with a smile: "Then find someone who knows the goods!" ”

The city gate official pursed his lips unhappily and said, "Then you wait." ”

As he spoke, he turned around and was about to leave.

"Wait!" Buchen hurriedly stopped him.

"Do what?" The gatekeeper asked angrily.

"Is that how you brown-clad entertain your guests?" Buchen asked with an eyebrow.

The city gate official gritted his teeth and commanded: "Bring them into the tower first, so that they can be served." ”

The soldiers hurriedly agreed.

Then the gate officer got on a horse and whipped away.

They dismounted, and with the guidance of the brown-clothed soldiers, they followed the road up the city wall, and then entered a tower.

This tower is not a restaurant after all, it plays the role of a defensive fortress, and the furnishings inside are relatively simple and crude, so they have to find a clean chair to sit on, fortunately, the brown-clothed soldiers are more eye-catching, and when they see that they are dusty and dry, they bring a few cups of hot tea up, and let them drink to moisten their throats.

Just like this, while drinking tea, while sitting and waiting for about half an hour, there was a sound of the bell of the horse hanging luan from the city, and then the bell of luan stopped, and a few footsteps hurried up the city wall.

"Are you knowledgeable?"

Buchen looked at the middle-aged brown-clothed man who had walked into the tower first, wearing a gorgeous Seris silk costume, with a thin and tall figure, and looked very capable, and asked out loud.

"You're the Assassin?"

The brown-clothed man didn't answer, but just squinted at Buchen and asked out loud.

Buchen didn't think it was a pestle, so he took out a crown from the package he was carrying and threw it to him.

"See for yourself!"

The man in brown took the crown without moving, took it to his hand and looked at it carefully, it didn't matter, his eyes widened suddenly!

The shape of the crown in his hand is exactly the style of the Bridges family, the king of the Holy City, and as far as his eyes can see, this crown is undoubtedly genuine!

The middle-aged brown-clothed man quickly calmed down the shock in his heart, and said in a deep voice: "The Nine Kings Assassination Order, only one crown is not enough. ”

At this time, the news of the assassination of the eight kings on the Western Front had not yet reached the Western Governor's Palace, so the brown man did not know about it.

Buchen sneered, raised the package in his hand, and said, "The other eight tops are here, but before I show you, I want to know your identity!" ”

"Presumptuous!" The entourage behind the brown-clad man scolded.

The man in brown raised a hand, stopping his follower. Even if it was just to kill a northern king, the assassin was enough to be respected by him.

"I'm Prince McGee's butler, you can just call me Anhe."

Buchen nodded slightly, "It turned out to be Butler Anhe, disrespectful and disrespectful!" As he spoke, he arched his hand towards Ankh with the etiquette of the Seris.

"Each other, each other." Naturally, An He would not return the same courtesy to him, and the butler of the Prince's Mansion crossed his arms to his chest, bent over, and performed the same courtesy as a man in brown to Buchen.

"I can take a look now, right?" After the salute, An Hyuk pointed to Buchen's package.

"That's nature!" Buchen happily threw the package to Anhe.

An Hyuk hurriedly opened it to inspect it, and after a while, an affectionate smile appeared on his face like an iceberg: "What a hero who is rare to see in thousands of years!" He gave a thumbs up to Buchen.

"It's easy to say, it's easy to say!" Buchen waved his hand and said.

"I don't know how to do it?" Ankh asked curiously.

Buchen smiled deeply and said, "We can talk about this at today's dinner." ”

An Hyuk nodded hurriedly, "That's nature." ”

Then he didn't talk nonsense, confessed his guilt to Buchen, and left in a hurry.

It was another half hour before the brown-clothed prince came to the bottom of the tower.

The torch was like a dragon, the iron armor was shining, and in the midst of a field of freshly clothed and angry horses, Prince Maggie Mushiramo, the governor of the western governor's palace of the brown-clothed empire, walked down from the ornate carriage with the body of a slave as a staircase.