Illuminated by the harsh rays of the sun, caravans and civilians walked along dirt roads through the city gates into the town.

I saw a huge banner hanging on the city gate, with the words 'Ziyuan City' written on it.

Charlotte stood in front of the city gate and exhaled, "It's finally here." After more than ten days of travel, he was already covered with wind and dust, and every night for more than ten days, Charlotte was forced to camp in the suburbs.

Although he said that he passed through many small villages on the way, Charlotte did not dare to show his face to these villages, after all, he did not know where there was no eyeliner of Longdu Mansion.

He had to be glad that he had been a little savage ten years ago and knew how to find food and water in the wild.

After tightening his cloak and arranging his hood, Charlotte followed the crowd into Ziyuan City.

When they entered the city, the guards only made a simple check, and then let them go.

Half a moment later, Charlotte finally entered the city.

It is a large medium-sized town with a wide variety of facilities and shops. Walking into the main road of the town, you will be greeted by a number of busy stalls on both sides of the road, which are paved all the way along the main road.

For the civilians who live here, this town is a key node in the trade of the Eastern Far Continent, and many caravans will pass by to resupply and sell strange things to earn entanglements. If you just look at the map, except for the nearest town in Yueshi, which is more than ten days away, the other nearby towns will not be able to reach it until at least 20 days.

So this town is the only one in the vicinity with the largest population and the most abundant supplies.

Of course, Charlotte wasn't here for sightseeing or to marvel at how lively the town is. He wanted to use the sea of people as a cover to prevent the assassins of Longdu Mansion from easily discovering his traces. Pick up some necessary supplies in this town and take a break.

He passed by a hunting house, walked into the shop, handed over the beast pelts he had hunted along the way, handed them to the merchant at the counter, exchanged them for a small amount of coins, and left the shop. After that, Charlotte went to other complicated shops as quickly as she could, buying all kinds of necessary supplies.

A moment later, Charlotte, who was walking on the main road, touched the small money bag that had been deflated in the bag, and he sighed sadly. After some purchases, I don't know if the rest of the money is enough to stay at the inn, so I'm afraid I can barely stay for one night at most.

One night was enough for Charlotte, though, as he didn't plan to stay in the town for long.

......

A junior was wiping the table, and just after greeting him, a generous guest officer gave him a small sum of money as a satisfactory tip for the guest officer. Although the inn he is in is not well-known in the city, and the quality is much worse than other big hotels and luxury inns, occasionally there will be guests who can't find a vacant room here, so they can make do with the accommodation here.

Just as he finished cleaning up the table, he saw a mysterious guest wearing a dark cloak and a hood on his head walk into the inn. Xiao Er raised his head to face the mysterious guest, the hood on his head covering the area above his eyes, and only the more handsome nose and mouth could be seen.

Based on Xiao Er's previous experience, there will occasionally be guests like this kind of passing by to check in, generally speaking, this kind of mysterious identity, unknown guests have extraordinary strength or huge background. As for what their true identity background is, Xiao Er doesn't want to inquire or want to know, because it is likely to invite death.

After all, for Xiao Er, his duty is to greet guests, not some censor.

He walked quickly to the mysterious guest and whispered, "Hello, honorable guest officer. Is there anything you need? This inn provides a full range of services and can give you a 5% discount. Ah, don't get me wrong, I have a one-stop service for eating, drinking and living. ”

Charlotte looked up at the little two, and when he heard the full service, he almost turned around and walked out, thinking that he had entered some kind of cave inn.

Then he nodded to Xiao Er, took out the money bag that had been deflated a lot, handed it to Xiao Er, and said to Xiao Er: "Help me find the most hidden accommodation room, as for the extra money in the money bag, just help me get some simple meals in the evening, and the rest will be used as a tip for you." ”

It was a very young voice, and Xiao Er was slightly startled when Charlotte spoke, and then returned to normal.

"Okay! The little one will arrange it for you immediately!"

Soon after, Xiao Er took Charlotte upstairs and came to a more secluded room. Charlotte pushed open the wooden door, and saw that the room was open and simple, with beds and tables and other areas, and a large wooden barrel in the distance for the guests to take a bath.

Charlotte nodded with satisfaction and said, "Well, it's good here." ”

"If you are satisfied, the little one will bring you some food in the evening. If nothing else, the little one quits first. ”

"Well, that's right. Don't tell anyone about my stay at this inn, and don't mention that I've been here. You know what to do. ”

"After all, I don't want anyone to bother me. With that, Charlotte closed the wooden door.

......

There was a thud on the ground, and suddenly the rusty iron door was pushed open, and the smell of rot and fishy came to my nose. I saw that the room in front of me was almost dim, and it was only by relying on the light emitted by several burning candles that I could barely see the various people sitting in the room.

The person sitting in the room suddenly stopped talking noisyly, looked at the iron door that had long been rusted, and saw a very young teenager walking slowly into the room, he was about one meter six tall, his originally handsome face was still stained with a little hot blood, the bags under his eyes were very obvious, as if he had never slept in weeks, and his eyes were half-open and half-open looking at the hotel owner in the room.

He played with two daggers that radiated essence in both hands, and at least four other sharp daggers of different shapes were tied to his waist, reflecting the blinding light in the dim room.

"Hmph, little brat, this is not the place for you. A strong man said disdainfully, and he stood up to block the boy's path. Compared with the strong man's body, it was like a hill blocking the young man.

And the young man was still staring ahead, walking slowly forward, as if he could not see the strong man.

"Hey, I said you..." Seeing that the young man was about to crash into the strong man, he stretched out his huge palm to grab the young man who looked down on him.

There was a pop, a sound as if something had been pierced by a sharp weapon, and it was faint and loud in the silent room.

The strong man looked at the young man in front of him in horror, as if he had seen a terrible death, and he was about to say something, but he was surprised to find that his throat could not make any sound. The strong man touched his neck and looked at the hot blood on his hands.

Suddenly, there was a tingling sensation in the strong man's ear, and before he could touch his ear, the young man had already walked up to him and gently pushed the strong man away, as if pushing away the garbage in his way.

The strong man fell to the ground weakly, his eyes turned white, and he was unconscious, and blood flowed from all over his body.

The boy continued to play with the two daggers in his hand as before, but at this time, the daggers were stained with scarlet blood, adding a pungent smell of blood to the rancid room.

With a chorus, all the people in the room stood up, and at the same time, everyone pulled out their weapons and stared at the young man in front of them.

They looked at the boy solemnly, for no one saw the speed with which the boy drew his sword, nor how the strong man died under his dagger.

Terrible.

The impression that this teenager made in everyone's hearts can only be described as terrifying.

The boy continued to walk slowly as if nothing had happened, ignoring the murderous people around him.

Half a moment later, he came to the hotel owner.

"Well, my target this time is him. He took a portrait from his bosom and threw it in front of his boss.

"Yes, yes! The little one will handle it for you right away!" said the hotel owner in a panic, and hurriedly picked up a pen and paper to prepare for the registration of the assassination list.

"Dare to ask, what is your honorific name...?" the hotel owner only remembered at this time, and he didn't know what to call the boy.

He stuck a dagger in the head of the portrait and pinned the whole painting to the table, terrifying the boss.

"Evil Prime Minister. The boy smiled and said softly, the dark bags under his eyes curled, and he looked very awkward.

"Is he the Prime Minister of the Evil Drama?the bloody butcher who almost slaughtered hundreds of people from all over the family?"

But at this moment, when everyone heard the boy's name, they all put away their weapons, sat down, and continued to drink and talk noisily as if nothing had happened.

Only the body of the strong man on the ground still exuded a warm temperature, proving that the young man had just killed someone.

"Okay! The little one will be ready for you right away!" the hotel owner immediately picked up a pen and paper and frantically wrote it down.

The boy looked at the interspersed portrait on the table, and saw that it was another boy about fifteen years old.

Black hair and pupils, slightly handsome facial features, and wearing blue and white clothes.

At the bottom of the portrait is simply the boy's name.

Charlotte.