Extinguished bonfires, dark red ashes, bloody killings, pale undead, overseers who once stood out to their hired hands were sent into a silent eternal sleep by the pitch-black blades that burned the fire of vengeance, and warm blood kept flowing from the wounds, drawing abstract figures on the ground as if they were alive.

After a pause to calm the fatigue of the overuse of the power of the Shadows, the Shadow Assassin Musk looked up at the watchtower, staring at the motionless prey, and was surprised to find that the only two passages in the workshop owner Dawn Meyers' room were blocked so tightly that any attempt to approach would be exposed to their eyes.

Unfortunately, there was another passage that they had overlooked, consciously or unconsciously, and that was the chimney of the fireplace, which had been used not long ago, and the masonry was hot to the hand, but compared to the purpose of revenge, that heat was not in Musk's eyes.

When he quietly sneaked to the top of the watchtower, and was about to lean into the chimney, a flash of inspiration suddenly appeared, 'No! If I enter the room through the chimney now, the mercenaries outside the windowsill may block my retreat, and the mercenaries outside the door of the room will wait for me to throw myself into the net. Perhaps, the chimney is a deliberate trap that may have been set up in it. ’

Marsk's mind was spinning quickly, and he immediately untied his coat, stuffed a few broken bricks into it, and threw it into the chimney.

With his left hand pressed against the masonry, his palm slightly arched, his ear pressed against the back of his hand, and when he heard the muffled sound of a slight fall, he immediately turned over and jumped off the watchtower, aiming for the windowsill of Meyers' room.

The praying mantis brothers were really alarmed by the strange sound in the room, especially the younger brother who was guarding the window, desperately broke through the window, clenched his hands into fists to touch the mechanism, and two thin-bladed stabbing swords popped out of the back of his hands, rushing towards the direction of the fireplace.

"Puff, puff, ......" The double-edged staggered cross-cutting of the cloth was shardy except for the shard-like strips of cloth.

'Not good!' Gris, the quick sword of the Mantis Brothers, immediately realized that he had been deceived, and immediately pounced forward, flipped on his side against the corner of the fireplace, and then crossed his hands and put on a defensive sword posture.

Marsk was fast enough, but when he entered the room and saw the mercenary on guard, he immediately realized that he had hit a nail that pierced his hand, and without thinking about it, he threw himself directly at Dawn Meyers, who was unaware of the sleeping sound on the soft feather mattress.

To save or not to save, it's not a question. As a veteran mercenary, Gris, the fast sword, immediately stomped his foot heavily and rushed forward, just at this time, the elder brother Heyder outside the door split the iron door bolt and broke into the room.

Accustomed to the two brothers joining forces against the enemy, Gris's heart was much more relaxed, and his speed immediately increased a little, and with an indomitable momentum, he decided to strangle the tricky assassin first, trying to use his death to make his employer avoid the black blade that was about to cut his neck.

At this moment, Musk's left hand grabbed the sheet and raised it vigorously, instantly obscuring the vision of the fast sword Gris.

"Be careful!" Haidel's reminder was extremely punctual, and his head and face were covered by a thin sheet, which did not interfere with his judgment, and his two-handed stabbing sword was staggered left and right, like a pair of scissors, cutting a hole in the sheet, and Gris pierced directly, his left hand was handed forward to hold the assassin's black blade, and the bayonet sword in his right hand was pointed directly at the opponent's chest, but he was grabbed by a soft and boneless hand.

Hayder opened his mouth to warn him and rushed forward, catching a rare stalemate, and twisted his scythe sword towards the Assassin's vital point of self-sufficiency, slashing his neck and lumbar vertebrae.

Musk didn't care about the blade, the left hand of the host snake spirit had more than three times the grip strength of ordinary people, and even the noose hemp rope could be easily torn off, let alone just the wrist of a mercenary.

With a "snap", Gris's right hand twisted abnormally, as if it was dislocated or fractured, and taking advantage of the brief stiffness caused by the pain, Musk withdrew the shadow blade and slashed into the inside of Gris, using him as a shield.

"Uh-huh!" turned into an elbow and armpit, and the old Haidel of the praying mantis brothers hurriedly put away his sword, but unfortunately the castration was too fast, and he could only reluctantly press down and slash the scythe sword into the floor of the room, breaking through the carpet and planks, and cutting deep into the masonry.

Musk took advantage of the victory to pursue, and the shadow blade of his right hand slashed horizontally, targeting the heart of the fast sword Gris, but the veteran mercenary who endured the pain of breaking his hand used his intact left hand to dismantle it.

Misjudging that the Shadow Blade was corporeal, Gris watched as the black sword crossed the barrier and stabbed the side into his chest, slicing his heart in half.

No one could bear this kind of fatal wound, not even the vampire of the noble son of the night, who was born from the blood fountain in the depths of the darkness, and the quick sword Gris swallowed his last breath without blinking, and then the body of the temperature was kicked away by Musk, and fell to the brother who had been his partner for many years.

No one could kill the 'Quick Sword' in a single move, and Heidel, who thought that his younger brother was just a battered man, didn't even draw his own scythe, so he reached out to help Gris, who was about to fall.

The emotional bond between the veteran mercenaries became the deadliest point, and Musk smiled unceremoniously, took two steps back, and stalked into the shadows.

The Assassin's figure twisted a few times, then became blurry and inscrutable, and then completely disappeared from view, a scene that made Haidel's hair tremble when he was injured by the 'Quick Sword'. Putting down Gris, he turned and drew his scythe, thinking that his brother, who had been his partner for many years, would guard his back, so he stared intently ahead.

'Chance!' Marsk, who was walking close to the ground like a poisonous snake, suddenly jumped up, the shadow attack in his left hand was ready to attack, and the shadow blade in his right hand suddenly extended explosively, like a spear to launch a thrust at Haider.

The veteran mercenary followed his body's instincts, sideways to avoid the undisciplined spearmanship, and cut into the ineffective attack distance of the long weapon without retreating. Holding the scythe sword in both hands and slashing diagonally from the bottom to the top, due to the overflow of anger, both strength and speed are far beyond usual, obviously at the moment of life crisis, he has broken through, and has touched the edge of the advanced sword skill Qi Slash.

It's a pity that Musk didn't give him a chance to continue to grow, and when he saw the castration of the sword path, the shadow attack passed through the body, directly crushing the two wrists from the joints, and due to the power hit, the open wounds torn by the beast's minions even revealed the white bones inside.

Even though his will was as hard as stone, Hayder couldn't withstand the furious shadow energy, and the scythe flew out of his hand, flying high against Marsk's shoulder, and nailed firmly to the ceiling.

The Assassin had no intention of making any victorious declarations, and with lightning speed in his left hand, he grabbed Haidel's neck and easily crushed his neck bone, sending him to Gris, the Swift Sword.

This movement finally woke Mr. Daun Meyers, who was asleep, and just sat up sleepily, he saw the death of two mercenaries he had paid a large sum of money to hire at the hands of the Assassins.

He screamed in panic, like a big fat pig that had been snatched out of the pen by the butcher for the festive season, and tied to his limbs and pressed against the table.

Although he knew that this day would come sooner or later, he had been preparing various countermeasures for a long time, but when the Assassin really came to Mr. Meyers, his mind was still consumed by fear, and he even lost control of his body with dignity.

"No...... Don't kill me, don't ...... Don't kill me. The sight of his pants soaking in pale yellow water surprised Musk, who felt like he had been fooled.

Workshop owner Dawn Meyers is a hard-hearted businessman who runs a sprawling sweatshop and sucks the marrow of his hired laborers, and this man may be just a stand-in for him. ’

"Rubbish!" Musk turned and walked away, he was sure that Meyers himself must be hiding somewhere in the watchtower, the power of the shadows giving him the ability to see darkly, and the snake spirit that lodged made him perceive any living creature of flesh and blood.

As the Assassin turned his back to Dwayne Meyers and prepared to leave, his panicked face suddenly disappeared, and he changed to a hideous expression, his fingers pressed on the mechanism at the head of the bed, and the roof suddenly fell with a rope net made of copper wire, and dozens of sharp iron spikes burst into the cracks of the stone slabs on the ground.

Caught off guard, Musk was trapped by the trap and struggled to break free from the net, but the special material derived from the dwarven craft became tighter and tighter, like a moth larvae that cocooned itself.

A cruel smile bloomed at the corner of Mr. Meyers's mouth, but unfortunately the pleasure did not linger for long, and it froze on the spot.

At the critical moment, Musk's right shadow blade extended again, constantly consuming and even overdrawing shadow energy, piercing Meyers's heart through the holes of the rope net, and mowing his vile and dirty life.

"Boom...... There are still last words in his throat that have not been explained, and after Dawn Meyers went downhill from the peak of his life, the originally slow trend instantly jumped off a cliff and fell to the bottom.

Damn, I was so careless that I got carried away and forgot that these businessmen were all excellent actors. Musk lifted his battered feet out of the spiked trap on the ground, and began to slowly untie the copper wire net.

When he came to the corpse of Dawn Meyers, he saw a pair of dead fish eyes staring at the head of the bed, and he immediately understood. The professional instinct of a veteran thief easily found a properly hidden safe in the masonry wall, and when he opened it, there was nothing left on the upper and lower floors except for a small bag of gems in the corner.

The biggest takeaway has been made, and it's time to leave.

Marsk walked very simply, and had no intention of continuing to uncover the hidden wealth of Mr. Meyers, who had suffered a lot of injuries and needed time to recuperate, so let's stay dormant and be quiet for a few days.

Once his right hand has been reshaped by the Viper with alchemy, and the wounds on his body have healed at 10 percent, Musk will continue to act again, raising the blade of vengeance against everyone, including the Shattered Mask.

The darkness of the night concealed all evil, and the bloodshed in the textile mill continued until the next morning, when a mechanical failure occurred, and several overseers prepared to consult Mr. Dawn Meyers, and when they went to the watchtower, they found the cold body of their companion before revealing the corner of the case.

When the hired workers heard the news, they were extremely frightened, some applauded and smashed the machines on the spot, some were at a loss and wandered with sluggish expressions, and some people began to make noise after connecting with each other, even if the merchants' association came forward to suppress the surging emotions, and in the face of the uneasiness of the flood that washed away the embankment, they found themselves powerless, and could only ask the city guards to come forward.

Due to the lack of manpower, even the Night Watchman, who was supposed to rest, was brought in to make up the numbers.

Aldrich Triss and the Night's Watch, who had not yet had breakfast, endured the hunger, and Rufer West, captain of the captain, immediately approached the representatives of the Merchants' Federation, so that they could finally get a portion of the easy breakfast.

The sawdust-scented black bread tormented their teeth, and with the exception of the Dragon-like Iron Knights, the Night Watchmen could only soak them in warm boiling water and swallow them.

The Meyers mill is finished, and it will surely close down in a few days, but what about the huge wages owed to the employees? This is a problem that no one can avoid and ignore.