"It's noisy. ”

Simon was awakened from his sleep by the howl of the wind outside the window, and he rolled over and changed his sleeping position, as if intending to covet the beauty of the dream world again and relieve the fatigue of the last few days of overtime.

I've only slept for six sunsets! I've never seen such an oppressive person!

But what can be done?

The small life is held in the hands of others, how can you be at ease if you don't show twelve points of motivation.

- Show your worth.

He knew exactly how ruthless the mask was, and had no doubt that the Shadow King of the Lower Realms would abandon him mercilessly if he lost his usefulness.

So, for the sake of the task...... You have to work hard.

But before that, at least make up for it.

Go to bed at 3 a.m. and wake up at 8 a.m. the next morning – it's really not a human job.

But there really can't be helped, how complicated the things at hand have been recently, and there is no room for neglect with the Nightmare Fog Night Killer Alliance in the entire lower region a hundred years ago, and the war with the Lost House is not a child's play, it requires a lot of preparations, from the transfer of personnel to the preparation of materials, it is really endless to refine, even if he is only responsible for the part related to the Eastern District, it is enough to exhaust people half to death.

Well, take advantage of the two suns to spare, and have a good rest.

Thinking so, he rolled over again.

Pity...... Fate sometimes likes to make some innocuous little jokes, and before he closed his eyes, there was another loud "boom", and I don't know if it was his illusion, this time it seemed that even the ground shook a few times?

Damn it!

I don't let people sleep!

With two huge rounds of dark circles under his eyes, Simon struggled for a long time between getting up to see what was going on outside and turning his head back and continuing to sleep, until a "click" came from his chest, and he took off the pendant from his neck in a panic as if he had just woken up from a dream.

Then silence.

Really......

"It's broken. ”

After a long while, he muttered - although the words were left to him by his parents, the colorless and transparent beads on the pendant were actually a connector for Obadiah, crushing it and calling Obadiah's name in his heart, which could summon flames and teleport to the castle of the House of the Lost. And in addition to that, there is a very important role, and that is to convey information.

Thinking about it, Simon Mo rubbed the inconspicuous transparent orb.

Then the name of the demon was spoken.

"Obadiah. ”

And so the flames rose out of nothingness.

"Intelligence Officer Simon. ”

A vague figure emerged from the Red Flame, its exact form unrecognizable in the flickering flames, but the faintly familiar voice was enough for Simon to identify the "Courier".

"First Class Officer Wilson. ”

He said, and subconsciously straightened his back.

"Your wife and children are already under the protection of the Order," said the distorted figure as the flames danced in a calm, even cold, tone, "Now, it's time for the Flower of Cindro to bloom in the shadows." ”

Cindro is a strange plant that often grows in the wilderness of the four realms, the blue flower bones exude a sweet fragrance like honey, the delicate posture and the cold and gorgeous color make it have a different charm from other flowers, but the opposite of this touching beauty is its deadly toxicity, even if it is a high-level demon who is known for its physique, once it touches its rhizome or flower bones, it will become another piece of "fertilizer" poured on the muddy ground within three seconds.

The reason why the project is named after Cinderro is actually quite simple.

Because...... He hid the edge of the dagger in his arms, smeared with venom from the Flower of Cinderau.

"Now is not the time," Simon frowned, not so much in fear of impending death, but ...... The mask has not really trusted him, and if he rushes into the plan, the success rate will be very low, "I don't think this is the right time. ”

As a front-line executor, he is qualified to veto the gross interference of his superiors when he has good reasons.

"The murderer of the Foggy Night is dead. After a brief pause, Wilson explained, "And now that the murderers are in the forest next to the mansion, I need you to provoke the mask—at least, to make him show his fox tail." ”

They were responsible for the noise just now?

Inconsequential matters flickered through his mind, and Simon's eyes drooped slightly.

"I see. ”

He said, then took the dagger from his bosom, drew his sword from its sheath, and carefully examined the cold glow of the blade.

"May we walk in the right way. ”

The figure in the flames stared at him, then bowed silently to him.

"May we walk in the right way. ”

Simon repeated, the fragility of his eyes, the confusion in his eyes disappeared in this moment, and when the flames that danced in the emptiness returned to nothingness, the former squire had completely regained his self as a warrior.

"There's no need to arouse unnecessary suspicion," when he knew that he was about to move towards the fate of the note, the Sandman had completely left him, he simply dressed neatly, and after washing, he looked at himself in the mirror with a cold aura, and couldn't help but be slightly stunned, then chuckled, patted his tense cheeks, and his expression slowed down slightly, "It's the same as before." ”

Walk out the door quickly.

"Simon," the master of the bronze mask stood like a sculpture in the living room, and did not raise his head until he reached the vicinity, his dark blue pupils devoid of any human emotion, as cold as steel in winter, "what is going on outside?"

"I don't know. "I have only heard a very loud noise on my side, and it seems that something terrible is happening in the east. ”

"Go check it out. "The Shadow King of the Lower Sector has given the order.

"I'm going to have something. ”

Simon looked away from the slightly gloomy gaze under the mask, but did not rashly move, just rummaged through the storage box for a while as he said that he might need something, and then got up, carefully and carefully controlling the pace of his steps and the rhythm of his breathing, naturally approaching his nominal master.

The snakeskin-tanned scabbard fell off, and the dagger was unsheathed in silence.

One step, two steps—the intelligence officer of the House of the Lost took a sharp stride, closing the distance between the two in the shortest possible time, and a flash of white lightning pierced the dim sky, and the dagger smeared with Cindro's juice sank straight into the back of the Shadow King of the lower districts.

"Smack. ”

It was only then that the sound of the scabbard falling to the ground could be heard.

And then—

To the accompaniment of dripping blood, Simon let out a heavy wheezing sound.

It's finally over.

Although it is a bit unbelievable that it went smoothly, human beings are such fragile beings, no matter how amazing their wits are, no matter how superb their martial arts are, as long as there is even the slightest laxity, a dagger, a glass of poisoned wine, and even an inconspicuous accident, a person can die without warning. He felt like never before, whether it was money, power, or even power, it was so empty in the face of absolutely equal death.

Because of this, he is so grateful to fate and to fate for its favor to him.

- He's still alive.

That's enough.

But in the next moment, his face changed.

Just because, a voice came from the Nine Hells:

"Tell me," the dead turned his head, and there was no sorrow or joy in his dark blue eyes, not even the emotions that humans should have, giving people a heterogeneous sense of terror," the reason for betrayal. ”

"How is that possible!" the intelligence officer let out a shocked voice, Cindro's poison is one of the top toxins in the entire order territory, even the high-level demons with huge bodies and amazing physique will also drink under this desperate poison, and since just now, this guy in front of him has been infected with the poison for at least four or five seconds, and it stands to reason that he should have died a long time ago and can't die again, "Cindro's poison is ineffective against you?"

"It's Cindro's toxin," the Lord of Shadows of the lower districts had obviously heard the name of this poisonous flower, and nodded knowingly, "So Ignati sent you." ”

The Flower of Cinderau, which grows in the wilderness of the Four Realms, is only accessible to the Dark Traveler in the entire Hermtika.

The intelligence officer at the House of the Lost could only remain silent about this.

The next moment, however, he burst out laughing.

"I see," he said, drawing the dagger from the man's back, and stabbing it into the heart again, down to the handle, "all the while talking to me without acting, just bluffing." ”

He paused, then took a sip: "It's really amazing, I was almost scared by you." ”

Dead people naturally can't speak, and the world is calm again at this moment, and there is only one person in peace.

But in the next moment-

There was the sound of footsteps.

The footsteps of one man, the footsteps of two, the footsteps of three people...... The footsteps of a group of people, dense footsteps sounded from all directions.

Besieged?

He inexplicably gave birth to such a sense of absurdity.

Are you kidding...... Paul's mansion is obviously only two people, him and Mask, when did so many people hibernate?

He subconsciously wanted to find a place to hide, or find a weak place to break out, and then just as he had this idea, a string of silver bell-like laughter suddenly came from the house, and dense palms appeared on the edge of the doors and windows, and they wrote on the windows with vermilion blood:

"I see you. ”

Then the sound of banging came from the doors, and the palms of the hands that were exposed to the field of vision grew like weeds.

The intelligence officer of the House of the Lost didn't know what to do in the face of this strange thing, but he clenched the dagger in his hand and looked around cautiously, guarding against the approaching danger.

But at this moment, his pupils suddenly contracted, and his whole face was as pale as snow.

Just because—

The corpse on the ground, which had long since died, opened its eyes, and its dark blue eyes were as clear as sapphires.

He...... Watching him.

seems to be intentional or unintentional, and the corners of his mouth outline a sarcastic arc.