As the sun rises and sets, as the summer ends, the days in Hemtica become shorter and shorter, and before you know it, the thick fog and deep night have swallowed the whole world.

Simon, the attendant, looked out the window at the gray fog and sighed imperceptibly.

He was depressed.

If he could, he really didn't want to spend the night here, I don't know if it was his delusion, he always felt that there was always a strange atmosphere that lingered here, as if the owner of one or more pairs of eyes was always spying on him behind him, and let out a strange laugh in the corner where he couldn't see.

But tonight, he had to stay here.

It's only because the Shadow King of the Lower Sector has welcomed his guests here.

Brew the black tea and serve it out.

And then—

The information the guest had talked about, but his hand shook, and the hot black tea almost spilled from the pot.

- The era of the Dark Guild is over!?

Simon's face changed several times in succession, but with the calm qualities he had cultivated in his work, he finally stabilized his trembling hands, approached the sudden visitor at the slowest pace possible, bowed slightly to fill the black tea for the two of them, and said as calmly as possible, "Please use it slowly." ”

Then bow down again and leave.

"That's right," the gray-haired and dark-eyed man continued the conversation without hesitation, stirring the tea with a spoon carelessly, "Amy Ulysses and his fellow sword-wielders turned it upside down, and I killed the rest of the people. ”

He paused, and made a final decision.

"So, the age of the Dark Guild...... It's completely over. ”

"Is there any evidence?" The change in expression could not be seen under the cover of the bronze mask, but the dark blue pupils were as cold as ever, "Mr. Murderer of the Foggy Night." ”

He identified the visitor.

"If you have proof, you can find the dice house. Jack the Killer spread his hands, "It was originally planned by them, and the cause, process, ending, and even the final impact should be found in their files - with your relationship with them, it shouldn't be difficult to get these." ”

"Dice House," the Shadow King of the Lower Realm muttered softly, the corners of his mouth curling in a sarcastic arc, "do you have trust in them?"

"I'm glad we can agree on this. The corners of his mouth slightly outlined an arc, and a smile that was not false was revealed under the mask that seemed to be smiling, "I don't trust those guys either, so I brought my evidence, an alchemical work that has been handed down since the time of the ancient kings." ”

He rested his ornate headband encrusted with gems on the table.

"The madmen who seek the truth?" the mask played with the ornament in his hand, and instead of bringing it immediately, he raised his eyebrows, "What is its effect?"

"Inherit memories and achieve an alternative immortality. "However, it turns out that the distance between humans and demons is actually much closer than many people think. ”

"Doesn't sound like a lie. The Shadow King of the Lower Realm beckoned, motioning for the squire to come to his side, before ordering, "Take it." ”

For Simon, there is no room for refusal.

And then with the intention of dying...... Close your eyes tightly and gently put the headband on.

Didn't die?

The thought only came to mind for a moment, and then it was flooded with memories.

"If a day ago, he would have been the new Dark Guild Elder by now. The gray-haired, black-eyed murderer scoffed, "But...... Becoming the guildmaster of a dark guild isn't a good thing, especially a day ago - after all, losing one's will and becoming a puppet of others isn't a good deal, no matter how you think about it. ”

"And now?" asked Mask.

"Now? it's just a memory item. The murderer spread his hands and looked at the acolyte who seemed to be in some kind of nightmare, "If his willpower is strong enough, maybe he can achieve something beyond imagination, you know...... Here are fragments of the memories of the Dark Guild's previous guild leaders. ”

"Quite a fun little prop. The King of Shadows in the lower districts took a sip of tea.

"Human greed never dies. The murderer of the foggy night summed up sharply, "However, it seems that the quality of this subordinate of yours is not bad, and he can hold himself in the sea of memory, and he is not immersed in the seemingly endless memory. ”

"Perhaps. Answering noncommittally, the mask shifted his gaze to his attendant, and there was no emotion in his dark blue pupils, "What's the catch?"

"Whew......" Simon exhaled a turbid breath like waking up from a dream, and then subconsciously shook his head, "I just ...... Well, just ......"

He organizes the wording.

"For a moment, I felt like I was a different person, a man called Ash. ”

After hearing the name Ash, the Shadow King of the Lower Sector asked with interest, "And then?"

"I read his memories - of course, only a very small part, and I didn't dare to go deeper, because I had a feeling that if I went deeper, there was a good chance that I wouldn't be able to come back, or...... Even if I came back, that person would no longer be me. ”

Perhaps in the period of emotional turmoil that he had just woken up, the voice of the attendant officer was still mixed with a little trembling.

"A smart choice. The killer complimented rarely, though it was only to lead to the next topic, "Its name is 'Serpent's Wisdom', and it was a tool used by ancient alchemists to convey knowledge and wisdom, but when it is combined with the insatiable desires of humans, what is born is an evil will that even demons fear and tremble - and this will is the true master of the Dark Guild, and the previous guild leaders are nothing more than its marionettes." ”

He stared at Simon with dark eyes.

"Lucky fellow, the evil will that was supposed to devour your soul was extinguished yesterday, and your caution allowed you to get out of the abyss of memory and keep your fragile self before you indulge in the abyss of memory. So you're lucky enough to inherit Ash's legacy, well, at least part of it. ”

"Thank you...... Thank you ......"

Should he be grateful for this? Emotions are one thing, reason is another, no matter how deep the resentment against these two people is, for the sake of his little life, it can't be revealed at all, in the end, all he can say is this dry thanks.

"I have seen your sincerity, and I am convinced that the Dark Guild is coming to an end as you say. The Shadow King of the Lower Realm said, legs folded, sipping fragrant black tea, "But—"

The faint blue eyes stopped on the mask that seemed to be smiling but not smiling.

"I don't trust you," he paused, then gave his reason, "-Mr. Murderer I don't know." ”

"It seems that I am still really notorious. Jack was not too surprised by this result, the giant would not stand shoulder to shoulder with the gnome, and the cooperation was just empty talk in the case of the unequal status of the two parties, "But in this case, it is necessary for me to further show my sincerity." ”

"How?"

The mask was concise and to the point, his hands in a tower shape to support his chin, and he looked at him with interest.

"What can the so-called murderer do besides killing?" the gray-haired murderer shrugged, "Naturally...... Kill more people. ”

Utters cruel words in a light-hearted tone.

"You want to cause a massacre?" the brow furrowed slightly under the mask, and the Shadow King of the Lower Realms shook his head, his tone suddenly cold, "It seems that I can't bring our friendship to a complete end. ”

"Maybe it's an ellipsis, maybe it's an expand. Jack was oblivious to the change in atmosphere, and chuckled rather out of place, "Believe me, our friendship lasts forever." ”

"Tell me, then, Mr. Unknown Killer. The mask paused, his gaze paused slightly on the mask that seemed to be smiling but not laughing and crying, and then met the dark and unknowable eyes under the mask, "Why should I believe in you, believe that there is friendship between us?"

"Common enemy," the corners of the murderer's mouth curled, "common interests"

"Enemy?," the mask did not seem to have the word politeness in the dictionary, and he sneered without the slightest concern for the feelings of the guest, "It's up to you." ”

Between the words and words, the strong position is unmistakable.

"That's right, it's up to me. The killer's voice was flat and uncanny, and he had always been clear that showing his worth was the best way to deal with these big forces, "Just because I dare to challenge Ignati." ”

Ignati.

At the mention of the name, there was a subtle silence in the house.

Even if Simon didn't have the memory of the Dark Guild Master, he wouldn't be unfamiliar with the name, and he knew exactly what it meant in the lower districts—

The ceiling of combat power.

Even if you look at the whole of Hemtika, there are only a few people who are qualified to have a reciprocal fight with him.

This guy ......

Simon stared at the man in front of him who was talking wildly, and he wanted to spit out a breath in his chest but couldn't.

"Why?" It was the King of Shadows of the Lower Realm who said this for him—he straightened his posture and carefully glanced at the killer from top to bottom, "Even if that Foggy Night Killer reappeared in the world a hundred years ago, it would be impossible to compete with that monster, let alone the inferior products of you new generation?"

"Everything in the world is always in a state of constant change," the killer paused for a moment before speaking again, "What I couldn't do a hundred years ago doesn't mean what I will be a hundred years later...... Can't do it. ”

Accent added to the last "can't do".

"A hundred years ago......" the mask chewed on this slightly delicate time, and then looked at him, staring at his bottomless eyes like black holes, "Who are you?"

"Don't you have the answer in mind?" said the killer meaningfully.

"Guess is guess," the voice of the Shadow King of the Lower Realm softened imperceptibly, at least the asymmetry that had been implicit in the conversation had disappeared, "we have to speak with facts after all. ”

"That's why I'm going to kill. In this regard, the murderer who enjoys the name of Foggy Night is quite calm, "Only killing can reflect my value, isn't it?"

The mask didn't reply, just looked at him, silently.

"Don't worry, my friend, it's not you. "Common enemy, common interest, we are natural allies—come, let's toast to Ignati, toast to the House of the Lost, this wine is with their blood." ”

"It's tea. The Shadow King of the Lower Sector emphasized, clinking glasses with him.

Drink it all.