"Huh...... Huh!"

Heavy breathing broke the silence of the room.

The milk-soaked mandrake swam comfortably in the clay pot, its wrinkled skin gradually returning to fullness, but this was only a temporary compensation, the lost spirit of life and the breath of nature would not be restored for a short time, and it fell asleep with some fatigue, and it was not long before a slight snoring sound came from under the bed.

Most of his body was rejuvenated, and with the help of the thin moonlight outside the window, Musk looked at his neatly severed right wrist, the wound had healed, but the pain was constantly entangled, and he could not sleep peacefully.

'It was a pure accident!' explained the snake spirit that lodged in his left arm.

Musk was very unhappy with such a perfunctory answer, he was about to go crazy, and in order to appease his host, who had gone through the test of life and death, the snake spirit promised to help him recover his lost wrist before recovering his lost right hand.

The source of spell casting that was hard to obtain cannot be easily wasted, and the ancient evil spirit from the legendary weapon 'Pit Viper Fragment' has experienced countless masters over the long years, most of whom are ordinary people, but there are also many extraordinary people, so they have accumulated a lot of knowledge and wisdom, and sorted out a rough system.

Although most of the loss of credentials has become meaningless as the times have changed, alchemy is a part of the ongoing tradition that can be used.

The snake spirit extracted the forbidden pale hand from the vast memory bank, and the wisdom originally came from the source of evil, which originally summoned the distorted shadow of the chaotic will of the nether world to the ground, and merged into the body of the animal to give birth to a new species.

A descendant of the Tides, who served in the coastal waters and fish, took a unique approach to improve this, inspired by the body of the waves that his immortal ancestors gave to the drowning believers who lived at the bottom of the sea, and after receiving understanding, he cultivated the spiritual life of the gill grass with his own blood, and when it resides in the human body, it will spontaneously transform the gills that can breathe underwater, and a tough scaly membrane grows between the fingers and toes.

Due to the irreversibility of the process, the descendants of the Children of the Tides nearly created new subhuman populations, but fortunately, the descendants born of the underwater dwellers were still ordinary humans, so the immortals who controlled the seas tolerated his nonsense.

Until the new era suddenly came, the immortals lost their eternal source and fell into the mortal world, the faint burning sparks continued in the beasts, and the rest became elves and elves, hidden in the vast forests between the mountains and the sea. Today, when the territory of nature is shrinking day by day, they are gradually integrated into the cities where humans have arisen and have become the subject of rural legends.

Ignoring these past events, the snake spirit plans to use the five poisonous snakes to merge into Marsk's wrist to reshape his lost right hand, and before that, he must save up a sum of money to buy various materials.

"Money! Half of my remaining possessions should have been taken by the Order, but a veteran thief like me, who walks in the dark, can easily get a large sum of money with a little effort, and he can get as much money as he wants. ”

Unflinching, the serpent elbow broke away from Musk's forearm and came to the bottom of the bed, entrenched in a clay pot filled with milk, acting as a guard and cell boss to watch over the sleeping mandrake.

Shadow Bearer changed into a dark suit and left his temporary room, where he leapt and ran under the cover of shadows due to the dirt of sewage on the ground.

His heart was a dead wasteland, the cold wind howling like an ice cellar, but his chest was ignited by the blazing fire of vengeance, and the magma-like killing intent made the congealed blood boil and return to a turbulent flow.

'Something happened to Elsak, and the people of the organization must have been transferred, changing the location of the temporary stay, and going to the next safe house, there are too many masters in the headquarters to be put away. Let's find out who sold me, Mr. Dawn Meyers, a former senior member of the Merchants' Federation, and make some money by the way. ’

'Damn, hire me to kill someone, but you have to pretend that the theft is not a mistake and hurt someone, who knows it's a trap.' The target person is wearing rare high-grade scale armor, and the toughness and hardness are almost catching up with the protection of dragon scales, so it's no wonder that even pit viper fragments can't kill them. Also, how could there be a veteran Night Knight in a group of waste night watchmen, and it was close to the inhuman level of the great knight who was one against a hundred, what could it be if it wasn't a trap?'

The brute bull and others who patrolled through the Fowler district yawned and took out the hot boiled potatoes in their arms, carefully peeled off the outer potatoes, ate them in small bites, swallowed the hungry stomachs, and then took a sip of the liquor in the kettle they carried, and their bodies shivered, and soon became warm, driving away the cold night breeze that penetrated through the armor and penetrated into the skin.

Suddenly, there was a faint sound of breaking the air, and Kent immediately looked up, but he didn't see the strange figure hurrying past the stone roof, he wondered if he had heard it wrong, and looked back at his companions behind him, and they all said that they did feel something strange.

"Forget it!" persuaded Bebeto, "it must be some nocturnal walker who has left the lair to look for food, and we will treat it as if we have not seen or heard, and it is only right to return to the camp and sleep after patrolling this slum as usual." I'm tired from this afternoon's training, it's better to rest early, and tomorrow I'll have to go to the post office to deliver letters, and the salary for that part-time job is not bad!"

Manniu didn't think about it, seeing the eagerness in his friend's eyes, he knew in his heart that eating 'night food' was a sign to sleep, sighed, and nodded lightly: "Then let's go back first." ”

Luckily or unfortunately, if Kent had caught up with the Night Walker on horseback, the enraged Musk would have killed all those who got in the way, so the bull, who had inadvertently escaped the bad luck of death, returned to the Night Watchman's station, and fell asleep not long after lying down. Unbeknownst to him, a few kilometers away, in the workshop area along the banks of the river, a bloody assassination was brewing.

In the middle of the night, the bustling business district ends the day's business, and the guys close their doors one after another. As for the guests who lingered in the tavern and did not want to go home, they fell asleep under the numbness of alcohol, and the noisy atmosphere gradually subsided, and there was a flurry of snoring.

During the day, the roar of machines fell into the silence of the workshop area, the factories that were kept running by the blood and sweat of scrawny employees gradually became silent, and the music of the weaver girl sent a natural night, and from time to time there was the soft chirping of wild frogs living on the riverbank.

The vicious dogs raised by the workshop owners are firmly bound by iron chains, but they pricked up their ears to listen to the movements nearby, and they are strictly trained to be different from ordinary family dogs, never barking to alarm any lawless who tries to enter their territory, steal or peep on their master's property, but quietly follow them, pounce and tear until the fierce howl instantly subsides.

No one is responsible for this, and the extremely wealthy merchants' federation has long used its influence to take control of anyone who can be bribed, and there are councillors of the town hall to protect them.

At most, you can lose a little money! This is the consensus of many workshop owners, they compete fiercely with each other internally, but they are always consistent externally, which is also a kind of tacit understanding.

Moreover, the price of a trained vicious dog far exceeds the meager damages, so even if the lawsuit is passed through the circuit court and submitted to the noble-controlled senate, it will only end up losing a little money, and the dogs will not be killed to die.

Sneaking through the shadows cast by the complex to reach the Workshop area, Musk picks a canoe from the upper reaches of the river, loosens the thick rope tied to the stone pier on the shore, redirects the oars down the river, and abandons the boat to jump ashore as he approaches the Meyers Textile Mill, thus avoiding many troubles.

Dawn Meyers, who has lost his senior membership, has been in trouble lately, and rumors have been circulating from nowhere, accusing him of hiring Assassins from the Dark World to snipe Mr. Ogden Norton to replace him.

Luckily, the guarded Ogden Norton was able to escape the scythe of death by wearing Mithril soft armor, but due to setting a bad precedent, Mr. Meyers was subjected to intentional or unintentional oppression from all sides, and his loan was delayed for a long time, and there were always many excuses to dismantle with his peers.

Buffeted and discriminated against at every turn, Meyers finds himself abandoned by the merchants' federation, squeezing his hired workers to make his fortune, listening to vicious curses and angry complaints to sleep peacefully, but lately he has noticed that the factory employees often show contemptuous sneers and pitiful eyes, as if they have known that his embarrassment is in a desperate situation.

All this infuriated Mr. Meyers, who took it upon himself to increase production, desperately trying to squeeze the last drop of oil out of the marrow of his hirelings, hoping to exhaust them with heavy work. The results were extremely impressive, and most of the corpses collected by the black carriage were from his factory.

Dawn Meyers seemed to hear the wailing of the undead in the room again, and he enjoyed the barking of the weak, and rested in his room early, without the faintness of the spirits.

In order to guard against possible retaliation from Mr. Norton or his powerful congressman friends, Meyers had hired the mercenary Mantis brothers as guards, and the cost of a large sum of money was really distressing to him, but it was all worth it. As long as he survives this limelight, he will use the connections he has accumulated in his early years to fight back, after all, he has successfully competed for the seat of senior member three times in a row, and he intends to take this position for himself and be re-elected for life.

"Damn Norton...... "Damn Norton," said his dream, and Dawn Meyers rolled over and continued to sleep, even in his dreams he still did not forget to curse the despicable Ogden Norton.

Because some of his well-known scholar friends have analyzed and calculated that the biggest beneficiary of this incident is the victim, Mr. Norton. It is likely that this is a ruse to gain sympathy with injuries and to consolidate the position that has just been gained. After all, during the treatment, all the members of the Merchants' Federation, under pressure from public opinion, or in order to prove their innocence, had to divide into groups to visit Mr. Ogden Norton, who had almost died, in the infirmary, which would help him establish a network and establish a real foothold in the Workshop District.

In the silence of the grass and trees, the Avengers who seek their lives, the Assassins in the depths of the shadows, quietly infiltrate Meyers' factory. Only one intact left-handed Marsk climbed through the door, and the three vicious dogs behind him fell to the ground without any scars, and walked quietly through his short life.

"Dawn Meyers ......"

Musk grinned and withdrew the shadow blade in his right hand, a piercing cold air leaking from the gaps in his white teeth, and he had discovered the direction of his prey.