Late Night, Black Zone, White Zone......

In terms of the amount of intelligence alone, the intelligence harvested tonight can be said to be quite fruitful, but how much of it is true and how much is false, whether it will be mixed with specious and mixed news is still a question - if you listen to the wind and listen to the rain and the rain, and do not think about how much truth is in other people's words, but just blindly copy other people's experiences, then in the complex situation of the deepest night, you will definitely die faster than anyone else.

Besides—

Amy's eyes narrowed slightly: Ignati was not to be trusted.

How could a returnee, who had been personally received by the lord of the city thirty years ago, and whose whole Hemtica had boiled over, be reduced to living alone thirty years later in a dilapidated little building that threatened to collapse at any moment—if this could be explained by some inadequate and inhumane reason, then ...... Wouldn't it be a little too simple to get an answer from his mouth that the entire Glory of Hemtika couldn't get back then?

Because of the demonization of the body and appearance, he is disgusted with the world, isolated and living in solitude - this is the answer that the old man gave him intentionally or unintentionally, this reason is understandable, but the young man has a suspicious temperament - there are definitely not a few people who are interested in the dark world outside the fire, but why is it just bad that the person who can get the answer is him, and the process is not a little tortuous and bumpy.

Everything seemed too smooth.

And deliberately.

That's right, deliberately—although he had heard of the existence of a traveler who had traveled through the darkness in the lower districts, but who that person was and where he lived, it was impossible for a powerless guy like him to know—and then it was a coincidence that Willy, an intelligence merchant, arrived uninvited and brought news about the legendary traveler Ignati. And what is even more coincidental is that the reason why he decided to visit the old man tonight is that there is more or less the shadow of an intelligence businessman - if it weren't for the fact that he learned from that man's mouth that the other party's lifespan was gradually coming to an end like a candle in the wind, if it weren't for the bloody rain that would set off in the entire lower area tonight, he would definitely not have come so presumptuously.

What exactly did the guy who called himself Willy, an intelligence merchant, do to him, and what role does he play in this visit?

Amy didn't dare to take it lightly.

Even if everything was an accident and a coincidence, it was just because of his thoughts, and he couldn't help but put his suspicions a little heavier.

But no matter how suspicious he was, he didn't suspect that the Ignati he had just seen was not the real Ignati - it might not be difficult to pretend to be a person, but it was not easy to pretend to be a glorious person, especially a dark traveler who could fight his way through the demon surrounding-first of all, the resonance from the bloodline of order could not tolerate the slightest falsehood, and secondly, what he felt from the old man was a genuine dark aura, the same as the darkness that had made him regress, or even more intense.

It's just that people may be right, and it's hard to tell how true the message is true.

Of course, he can't just deny it arbitrarily, regardless of his speculation or the fact that he is not in sight, even if he is really lucky enough to guess the plot behind it, in the absence of corresponding information, he can't tell whether the other party is good or malicious - if it is malicious, what is there in him worthy of a glorious man's plan? Friendship of the lord of the city? Forget it, judging from the clean rejection thirty years ago, Ignati didn't take Goldsworth too seriously.

Therefore, all he can do is be prudent, prudent, and prudent.

- In any case, it's never wrong to be cautious.

Thinking so, the pace under the feet froze suddenly, and then the wrist was folded, the dark red short sword cut through the sleeve of the dress, and the body leaned forward slightly abruptly, the original smooth movement like flowing water had a brief but eye-catching stutter here, but it was followed by a violent spin like a storm, and the swinging arm went straight out of a crescent moon in the slightly cool mist, and the cold light to the cold light, the blazing flame appeared in the darkness.

The cold sword light pierced the silent cold night, and the eyes of the two sword-wielders inadvertently intertwined - pitch black to pitch black, neither of them spit out a single word, no one gave birth to even a trace of hesitation, they replaced words with actions - the two deadly blades that were about to be separated at the touch of a lover could not wait to meet again after a short parting.

"Khooth!"

The sound of gold and iron rose again, and the blades collided with each other without any fancy fancy, accompanied by a tooth-aching sound of metal rubbing, and the two people who did not give in to each other began a competition for power - but the subsequent development of things was beyond Amy's expectations, and in the competition for strength, he would be at a disadvantage with the blood of the ancestors, and the deadly scimitar of the other party was approaching him inch by inch - with every point approaching, the mask on the assassin's face that seemed to be smiling and not laughing, crying but not crying became clearer, and the shadow of death was closer to a point.

That's not good.

Thinking so in his heart, the young man didn't have much expression on his face, and he couldn't even see any waves in his slightly narrowed eyes, perhaps only the slightly trembling sword body of dark blood vaguely showed his inadequacy.

It won't go on like this.

If you let go, there is no doubt that you will completely lose the first move, and it will be difficult to reverse the passive situation if you continue to persevere, so what you should really do at this time is......

With a gaze and a step, a shining fire suddenly flashed between the short sword and the scimitar, and Amy, who was at a disadvantage, did not retreat but advanced, and hit the opponent's full arms with an extremely abrupt sprint, and then backhanded the dark blood to get rid of the mutual bite, and swung straight towards the assassin's neck, breaking open a new situation in an instant.

It's a pity that the response of the other side is also not slow, although the assassin wearing a strange mask is limited by his arm span and cannot fight back with a scimitar, but how can he kill without resistance?

Even the descendants of glory who inherited the sacred blood of their ancestors are only mortal in the final analysis, and after receiving this blow in a hurry, Amy's body suddenly arched instinctively, but he didn't have time to eat the pain, so he subconsciously rolled on the spot, which was able to avoid a decapitation, and then stood up slightly embarrassed, clenched the short sword in his hand, and did not give an inch to the oncoming snow-white flash.

Retreat, retreat, retreat –

On the one hand, it is an unflinching attack, on the other hand, it is a backward decline, Amy does not panic at all in the face of adversity, the short sword in his hand is forced by him to dance an impermeable sword net, and the steps under his feet step on the dust A neat line of footprints - in the defensive position, he digests the previous unfavorable situation little by little, and accumulates even the smallest cause of victory little by little.

He is not in a hurry, or he is not the one who should be in a hurry.

In terms of combat alone, it is an indisputable fact that he has fallen to the upper hand because of his previous underestimation of the enemy and his misjudgment, but it is not only the battle that can determine the outcome of life and death—assassination, as an unconventional means of destruction, is contrary to the law, and if it is discovered by a patrol, the consequences are self-evident.

Perhaps the patrol team in the lower district may not be equipped with a large killing weapon like a firearm like their counterparts in the upper district, but a large number of people will inevitably restrict the killer's movements, thus creating better opportunities for him to act.

So, the longer this fight lasts, the more advantageous it will be for him.

And the assassin obviously knew this, and after a long and fruitless attack, he did not rush to attack, but took a step back, terminated the senseless attack, and after taking a deep look at the young man with dark pupils, he disappeared into the end of the fog.

Amy didn't chase after her, just stared in the direction of the other party's departure, silent.

Who would have sent it? The lord of the city, the line of Golsworthy, the emperor Michelangelo, or ...... Ignati?

It's possible that the lord of the city, Duke Goldsworthy, has never been a magnanimous man, and it is better to expect him to show his benevolence than to pin his hopes on that false prophecy. Michelangelo, the emperor of the lower districts, is likely to suspect him from the death of the giant Paul, and it is not an exaggeration to consider tonight's assassination as a test for him. As for the last Ignati, he didn't know what this mysterious lost traveler was planning, but judging from the timing of the assassin's operation, could it be too much of a coincidence?

Of course, these are just his guesses, and there is no answer to this question, at least not with the available intelligence. After a short silence, the boy carefully hid the dark blood of the short sword at his waist, pressed the matter to the bottom of his heart for the time being, and tidied up his slightly embarrassed appearance a little before he took a new step and embarked on the way home—but he didn't know whether it was intentional or unintentional, no matter where he walked, his right hand always swayed three inches in front of his waist.

It may or may not be a warning that the assassin will go and return, but it doesn't matter now, because the home has arrived.

Although it was called home, Amy didn't have much affection for it, for he it was just a shelter bought by a hundred or so Kintor, and lived in it for a short time, nothing more than his affection for the old house—although there were no warm memories of spending time with his parents, but at least, at least there, Yulia was with him.

Thinking of his sister who hadn't seen him for a while, the young man couldn't help sighing: This is somewhat helpless, the lower district is not better than the upper district, there is not so much order and law, and the identity of the glorious person is at best a false name, if you bring her, there is no way to guarantee safety, if something really happens, maybe he will not forgive himself for the rest of his life.

Shaking his head not to think about those troubles, he took out a bunch of keys from his pocket, turned the lock shaft, and the door creaked open, but when it was opened, what greeted him was-

A shining sword light.

and the strange mask that seems to be smiling but not laughing, crying but not crying reflected by the sword light.

It's him!

This knife -

- Unavoidable! Unstoppable!

Amy's face changed for the first time.

subsequently

- The light of the sword fell.