"What are you doing? Why are you helping the enemy fight me? Are you blind or stupid?" the gold assassin asked angrily when he saw that Kersmund was attacking him.

"Hmph! I'm here to deal with you!" replied Kersmurd coldly.

"Hmm, deal with me, haha, I see! Just the two of you, haha, it's ridiculous!" said the virtual gold assassin, who had already swiped back and forth three times with a sharp blade on one end of his hand at great speed, only to hear the sound of "bell", "bell", "bell",

By this time, Minded had stepped forward and engaged the Assassin of the Void Gold.

This virtual gold assassin is extremely fast, much faster than the phantom silver assassin who was killed by Semimord, and his strength is much stronger. In addition, in addition to a bladed iron staff in his hand, this virtual gold assassin has a sharp sword hidden in the sleeves of both hands, and under his freewheeling control, the hidden blade can be retracted and extended, and when it comes out suddenly, it is really unguardable.

If he fights alone, Ksmund knows that with the knife in his hand, he may not be able to stop him from twenty moves, and in the case of using both hands and swords, he may be able to fight for dozens of rounds without losing, but it is very difficult to win.

Fortunately, he still has a companion now, and the strength of this companion is not simple, the two of them fought side by side, and they combined their swords to gain the upper hand in the battle with the virtual gold assassin.

There seems to be a natural tacit understanding between the two, so that the two of them actually cooperate seamlessly and flawlessly.

The False Gold Assassin was one against two and fell into passivity. He didn't expect that the two people in front of him each had a strong ability, and they both had strength beyond the Phantom Silver Assassin. What's even worse is that these two people can cooperate so tacitly. If he continues to fight like this, he will inevitably lose.

The False Gold Assassin secretly complained in his heart, constantly complaining about why his companions hadn't come to help, how could he know that his companions had been blocked by Kersmer, and they might not be able to cross the obstacle now, and even if they did, the snow had covered the footprints of the three of them, and those Assassins might not be able to find this place.

After a few more fights, the Void Gold Assassin swooped out with his left Hidden Blade, but was blocked by Kersmer and slashed his left hand back, and hurriedly took a few steps back.

He had no intention of fighting, and immediately turned and fled. Kersmund was about to chase after him, when he suddenly heard several shouts not far away, so instead of chasing the virtual gold assassin again, he ran in the opposite direction with the assassin next to him.

The two of them had run a long distance before they both stopped out of breath. Kosmerd looked behind him to make sure no one was chasing him, and then asked the man next to him, "Are you the one who reported to Viramboye?"

"I'm not!" the man replied in a clear voice.

Kersmund didn't care what happened to this man's voice compared to before, but asked, "Then who are you? Is it another person who is tipping the message? You two know each other, right? Why else would they be there together?"

"I don't know the man, I don't know who it is! I followed you into the arena, and when they came in, I was in the middle of them. I didn't kill anyone there, I didn't tell anyone before, I just talked to that person and played around with them, I just like to go against them!" the assassin said, his tone cheerful, "It's good that I didn't stay at the back when I followed those people out, otherwise I might have been attacked and killed by that person!"

"Is that man a man or a woman, and what does it look like?" asked Kersmurd.

"I don't know, that person is dressed like those people, how can I tell that?"

"You said you followed me into the arena? You weren't with the Assassins, so why are you dressed exactly like them? Who are you?"

"Aren't you dressed exactly like them, are you also an assassin?" the man's voice froze.

"Uh...... Huh, your voice...... You're a woman!" It was only then that Kersmund heard the tenderness of this man's voice that only a woman has, and asked, "Who are you?"

"We're meeting again since the Tavern in Ribache! you can't have forgotten about me, have you?" the man's tone seemed to turn annoyed.

"Rebach Tavern...... You...... Are you the lone thief Yoro?" asked Kersmurd in surprise and took a step back.

"Yes, I'm Yoro. The woman lowered her voice to a hoarse and low voice, then resumed Kiyokoshi's voice and continued, "What's the matter?

Eyemerd snorted coldly and said sharply, "I actually let you escape that night, I ......"

Yoro interrupted him and said, "The night after tomorrow, I will be waiting for you in the woods east of the Rebach tavern, and I will have a duel with you, for the sake of the sword that you have taken away from me, and for the sake of my dignity." ”

"Duel?"

"Why? Don't you dare accept my challenge?"

"Why don't you dare? I'm looking forward to a good fight with you, I haven't settled accounts with you last time you hurt me!"

"If it's not you...... If you don't pester me and let me go, we won't have anything to lose!"

"What do you have to lose? I thought you were a man and didn't think to take advantage of you!"

"But in fact I am a woman, and I am treated so rudely by you...... Hmph, I won't tell you more, let the duel between us be settled by the duel the day after tomorrow! I won't show mercy! Now, let's go and prepare for your athletic tournament!" With that, Yuro turned around and walked away without looking back.

Murd was about to say something, but when he saw that Yoro was already walking away, he swallowed back the words that had come to his mouth. He watched her back fade away, and eventually disappeared into the snowy night.

He sighed and regretted it - he really shouldn't have chased this way, he knew that it was this Yuro who was running this way, and he would never follow him. But it was useless for him to regret it now, he couldn't go back to that moment not so long ago and make a new choice, and now he had long missed the opportunity to save that person in time.

All he could do now was pray that the man would escape the assassins.

Eyemed unsheathed the knife and stood there for a moment, snowflakes soon falling on his body.

Then he took off the black hood from his head, took off his black robe, threw it into a corner, and walked towards the tavern where he had been staying.

As he reached the middle of an alley, he suddenly heard the screeching sound of a sword unsheathed, which made his nerves, which had just been relaxed, tense up again.

I saw several figures appear at the exits at both ends of this alley at the same time, and suddenly blocked the way to both ends of this alley.

These men were disheveled, unkempt, almost all bearded, and at first glance they were rough and ferocious gangsters, some with knives, some with swords, and some with sledgehammers......

Kosmerd couldn't see what they looked like, but he knew they weren't good people. There is no doubt that he is now caught in a trap in which these gangsters want to surround him and carry out murderous activities for money.

"I advise you to dispel your minds, and not to have any illusions about me, or I will disappoint you!" called out to the approaching gangsters.

"Oh, no, this fellow, our requirements are low, and you only need a few dinars on you to satisfy us. One of the gangsters shouted.

Another gangster also shouted: "It doesn't matter if you are poor and penniless, because we can sell you a few dinars if we strip you of your clothes!"

"Don't get me wrong, I'm going to let you down, not because I have too few dinars, but because I have too fast a knife in my hand. Ekmerd said lightly.

"Really, then we're going to have to see it!" shouted one of the thugs, "Come on, brothers!"

Immediately, the gangsters on both sides shouted and rushed towards the location of Minded.

There were seven men on both sides, and the one who rushed to the front slashed at Korsmod with an axe, and said, "You say your knife is fast, but your knife ...... Ahh

Because at the moment when he said the word "knife", Kersmer had already pulled out the best elite scimitar on his waist with his right hand, and with a wave of his backhand, he cut off the right hand of the gangster holding the axe in the blink of an eye. Almost at the same time, his left hand was on the short handle of the axe that the gangster had unleashed.

Then, with a knife in his right hand and an axe in his left, he fought with the gangsters on both sides.

In the snowy alley, blood and flesh suddenly flew everywhere, and screams continued to sound. After about a minute, the alley was silent again, and a tall and tall figure stood in the middle of the alley, and around him, there were seven corpses, and the snow that had been pure white had also been stained red with blood.

With his left hand, he threw the axe to the ground, then grabbed a handful of clean snow from the ground, wiped the blood from his right knife, and then sheathed it and walked on.

At this time, at the mouth of the alley in the direction he was walking, another person came running.

The man, dressed in a brown fur coat and felt hat, stopped five feet away from Kersmond and asked, "Are you alright......?" I guess you're at least alive, and I'm not sure if anyone else is like you. There are a few less thieves who make our streets uneasy at night, though God knows if they're the last ones. ”

"Who are you?" asked Kersmund coldly.

"I'm a furrier in Kulau, and I heard a fight here, and I ran over to see it...... Anyway, maybe you can help me with something, let's talk about it quietly. Let's go, beware of the walls with ears. With that, the man turned and walked away.

Murd didn't say a word, and followed behind him.

The merchant led Kosmund into one of his nearby houses, and as soon as he entered, he leaned against the door and looked out into the street for a while. Kersmund stood behind him, and looked around the house, and saw that it was almost full of furs, except for a simple wooden bed near the door, and a table beside the bed, on which lay a candlestick, and a book.

It was clear that this was not the merchant's real home, but the warehouse he used to stack his goods.

After making sure that he was not being followed, the merchant approached Kersmund and said, "Now, let me tell you about my troubles. There are always bandits in our vicinity, and people are always in ruins because of war, debt, or a fanaticism for violence. Recently, however, they have become more daring, leaving their camps in the wild and breaking into towns in search of unwary prey. The captain of the town sentry told us that all this was due to the fact that our king had strengthened the defense of the border, which had led to a reduction in the number of security guards in the town, but I am not sure that it was really only for this reason. The most logical explanation, in my opinion, is that these robbers have a presence in the city, helping them sneak into the city, and helping them to identify the most tempting targets. ”

At this point, he paused and looked at Korsmund with mournful eyes. Germund nodded, motioning for him to continue.

The merchant said, "You know? Just last week, they kidnapped my brother. I don't know what my brother thinks, a well-fed young man, who often goes out alone after getting drunk, wandering the streets like a homeless tramp. Like this time, well, I think you're the same, but you're an outsider and don't know how bad things are here. And he has no excuses, but he is my relative, and I must take responsibility for his actions and find a way to save him. What can you do in other words? If you can't protect your loved ones, people will start thinking that you can't protect your investments, and I can't let them think that way. ”

"Well, I can understand your feelings. So what's going on? Is your brother okay in the hands of the robbers?" said Kersmurd.

"At least alive, all I can say is that they know that I am his brother and there is no doubt that those guys will soon come up with the news of the ransom. But I don't want to pay them, that's all I'm going to say. You look like a man who can wield a knife and a gun, and more importantly, you must have ambitions, I can see that. Well, what I want you to do is to gather a small force and follow these robbers to their lair, and teach them a lesson, so that they will always remember what happens if you do it to me. Then bring my brother back safely. In return, you'll get my eternal gratitude, and a large reward, are you interested?"

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