z�p(2��Rgӱ#�I�+����J�����b���1sL�k�Ń��! Y 5f Dagger ...... It's not really like a rat-man might have. The one-legged president of the Adventurers' Association looked at the strangely shaped dagger on the table with a solemn expression, and said slowly, "You did the right thing, when the task and the introduction are not right, retreat is the wisest choice!"

"Can you ask the task client?" said the panda, "It's so different that it's like a mission that says 'Catch a wild horse', and when you get to the place, it's a wild hippopotamus...... It's not the same thing at all!"

The guild leader nodded, and asked the staff to use the magic item to contact the smuggling gang that entrusted the task.

After a while, the little girl who was in charge of managing the communication props ran out in a panic and shouted: "President!

Everyone's faces turned a little ugly, and generally speaking, each gang had a special person to guard the communication circle, and they were on duty in 24-hour shifts - unless they didn't have a communication circle. There aren't too many situations where a gang's communication circle can be called for so long without anyone answering.

In general, there is only one.

The president immediately contacted the sheriff, and about half an hour later, the backbone of the adventurer's guild and the elite of the sheriff's men surrounded the headquarters of the smuggling gang.

But this order is destined to be meaningless, because there is no one in the entire villa who can still "walk".

From the gang leader down, one counts as one, and all the gang members have fallen in a pool of blood.

"There are forty-seven Seahorse gangs, and forty-five have died here. "Two more died in a room in the docks, and my boys were still ......bleeding from their wounds when they arrived," said Sheriff Ron, with a gloomy expression.

The owner of the Adventurers' Guild gasped, and with the same gloomy face, he didn't say anything.

"Why do you think they died?" the sheriff asked the crowd.

"My lord, judging from the corpses, they were all assassinated, and not even a single one died in a frontal battle. Lulu whispered, "The people who killed them are very powerful!"

"Of course I know it's powerful, but no matter how powerful it is, it's not a reason to be able to kill people casually in Pollock City!" said the sheriff angrily, "I'll report to the Count later, the number of patrols in the city will need to be greatly increased!"

It's a stupid solution, but it's also a no-brainer.

An assassin who can silently kill an entire smuggling gang is definitely not something that a mere sheriff can deal with. The only hope is that if you increase the number of people, you will get the other side in trouble and leave...... It's like hunters fighting beasts, in most cases, they are driven away by intimidation, and there are only a handful of hunters who can really fight them head-on.

The sheriff soon left with the elite, and only the ordinary soldiers remained to clean up the aftermath. Even though they had been scrutinized before, they had carefully inspected the headquarters of the Seahorse Gang again, presumably trying to find something of value.

Panda wasn't sure if they had found it, and at the moment he was studying the body of the Seahorse Gang leader.

The leader of the Seahorse Gang is a retired captain nicknamed "Old Seahorse". He was almost fifty years old, and had been a sailor since he was fourteen or fifteen years old, then a first mate, then a captain - and sometimes a guest as a pirate, and when he was about forty years old, he was wounded in a battle and could not stand on one leg for a long time, so he washed his hands and left the sea, relying on the connections he had accumulated, and became a smuggling broker, and gradually the business grew bigger and bigger, and the number of people under him increased, and finally became a well-known smuggling gang in Pollock City.

But he has always adhered to his duty, never doing business on ships, only doing "land business" from unloading to shipping, or from purchase to loading. In his words, he had offended the god of the sea, and dealing with the sea would be risky.

This is obviously superstition, and the time-travelers have determined that the gods of this world have no personality at all, and are not so much great beings as something like the rules of nature - it is a few little experts who are doing this, and how to determine it, the panda is not clear.

However, most of the people in this world are superstitious, and there is not much more than him, and there is no less than him.

For example, Lulu was muttering that the Seahorse Gang's house must have been poorly chosen, which god would anger the gods to have such a miserable ending.

"In the past few decades, there have been vendettas and the like in Pollock City, but there has never been an entire gang wiped out like this......" he said with some fear, "I'd better move." No, it's too expensive...... Where do you go?"

"If you're moving, consider going a little further, let's say Trela. Panda said, "After all, the Federation is at war, although it can't be seen for the time being, but the price will become more and more expensive in the future." In contrast, the prices in Trera are much cheaper. By the way, I heard that the new lord of the Tara Khan Territory in the north of Trera is recruiting, and you can consider mixing up with an instructor or something. ”

"Instructor, I can't even write my own name, how can I teach others?"

"You can tell those city patrolmen about their experience, even if this job doesn't last long, at least five or six years. The panda said, "Isn't that enough?"

Lulu's eyes lit up, but then they darkened again: "No, it will cost too much money along the way......"

Panda didn't say anything more, although he knew that Anthony had contacted a few time-travelers and planned to set up an "underground transportation" for people from the Federation to Tara Khan, but this kind of thing was obviously not suitable for talking about it at this time.

He turned his gaze back to the old seahorse, the leader of the Seahorse Gang was wearing a silk coat, and he was indeed very rich. The fatal injuries were similar to others, they were all stabbed in the back with a knife, directly through the heart. His body was lying on a chair, and the back of the chair was quite thick, but even the thick back had been pierced by the knife.

What shocked Sheriff Ron was the knife.

The killer crept up behind the old seahorse, unnoticed by anyone, and then stabbed through a thick layer of leather. A layer of wood about two fingers thick, with a backrest made of many sponges in between, stabbed the old seahorse to death.

There were no footprints or handprints left at the scene, and it was impossible to determine how many murderers there were, but even if there was only one person, this knife alone was enough for Ron to avoid it.

The panda stared at the wound with a solemn expression.

He's so much better than Ron, and he's got a lot more to see than Ron.

The knife pierced through the vest, pierced the heart, and then did not pierce the chest. If it weren't for the accident, it was this killer who had an extremely precise grasp of power, and there was almost no waste.

The same thing that the panda can't do if he asks himself.

Even if you consider the factor of "specialization in the art industry", this also means that the killer is most likely a character of the same level as him, or even ...... Probably stronger than him.

Contact the thief I saw on the periphery of the Nezumi gang before with extremely powerful stealth skills, and he also has a purple quality assassination dagger with a dagger...... The panda began to worry that behind these things, there would be a shadow of Thrace