After witnessing Alyssa's terrifying marking, Franan has always believed that the marker is the ladder to strength. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

So he worked so hard and used almost all the connections he had accumulated to get the current engraving - as long as the nicking power was enough, he could turn some of his ideas into reality.

The vision in front of Frann blurred, the deep sea running through his heart, and he felt his strength waning.

His hands gripped the blade tightly, and two deep wounds had been cut on the palms of his hands, and he actually laughed in this situation.

Lin Qiu always felt that something was wrong.

Flann was second only to Hundred Winds in the Assassins' Guild, and although he was one of the Six Elders, he served as acting president since the disappearance of the guildmaster. Could it be that this second leader of the Assassins' Guild died so easily?

Seeing the scene in the inner sanctum, the Templars of Spades were also stunned, and from the moment the two clashed, Frann seemed powerless in front of Lin Qiu. It wasn't until his body collapsed in a pool of blood that several Templars finally believed what had happened.

"Is this the end of the story......

When Franen was dying, he said something that made Lin Qiu meaningless.

Farran, the vice president of the Assassins' Guild and the one who made countless people talk about the tiger, just died?

The corpse of the other party made Lin Qiu have to believe this fact, and he didn't have time to care about it so much - there was not much time left before the appointment with Gosya, and before that, there was still a group of spades members who were eyeing Henry V's life.

Lin Qiu jumped over Flanne's corpse and slowly walked towards the spades outside the inner hall.

He didn't have a bottom in his heart, although he was superior in momentum, but the other party had five Templars!

The members in front couldn't help but take a few steps back, and the ability of that sword to cut an abyss on the ground couldn't help but make them extremely frightened.

Flann's fingers, which had fallen to the ground, suddenly moved, and the wound on his heart continued to heal at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Tyre-Cyrius, it seems that you also have a good mark. ”

Lin Qiu's pupils shrank, and he dodged the dagger that suddenly attacked him from behind. Flann, who missed the blow, staggered to his feet, his eyes full of excitement.

Frann sincerely sighed, Lin Qiu's ability was the strongest mark he had ever seen after Alyssa.

- That's right, true strength is brought about by engraving.

This is also the reason why he thinks that the president will not be able to defeat Alyssa.

And the guild's motives for dragging the entire guild to complete this coup d'état are also clear.

"Franne the Bard is the protagonist of the turbulent chronicle of the imperial capital, and if the protagonist dies, the story will not be able to continue, right?" he said in a hoarse voice.

Lin Qiu didn't attack the other party immediately, he was sure that the sword he had just pierced through Farran's heart accurately, no matter how weird his mark was, if the source that carried the scoring power was destroyed, no matter how strong the mark was, it would be useless.

But why was Farlan resurrected?

There is no priest in this world, and there is no skill of heroic immortality.

"No matter how many times Franan dies, he can return to this world...... Because, Franan is just a character in this story, how are you going to kill a completely fictional person?"

The glowing black streaks under his right eye spread.

After mastering the power of engraving, he created the character of Farrane and traveled the kingdoms of Holutia as a bard.

Sing a song in the tavern, record the customs of different kingdoms, or record different rumors on parchment. He would also meet an interesting young man by chance in a tavern in a small border country, and buy a rather touching story for 100 gold coins.

This ability gave him the opportunity to see the world from a different perspective.

Compared to the bloody and murderous Assassin Guild, he was more obsessed with what he saw with Flanen's identity.

"So allow me to selfishly prolong this story a bit. ”

The skyrocketing black wall of light trapped him and Lin Qiu in it, and several bridges appeared out of thin air above the abyss blocking the way, and a certain Templar in the spades suddenly shouted, "Take advantage of this time, attack the front hall!"

"How, do you want to finish this lengthy story?" said him, and the black light continued to blast towards Lin Qiu.

Farlan felt that the teenager in front of him could bring him unexpected surprises every time.

"This is a story about an assassin. ”

It was the first time in Lin Qiu's life that he had listened to a story in such a situation—there was no soft sofa, no delicate snacks, and with it, only the black beam of light that was enough to tear the steel apart. Farlan was surrounded by the same black shield, and his slash could only send a ripple through the black shield.

"As for the origin of the story......"

One day, when the bard Franne walked into a tavern as usual.

It was a small town in the Fifth Kingdom. The tavern was poorly decorated and empty. But to find a tavern in such a backwooded country, Fraan was satisfied.

Among the kingdoms, there are countless such towns that even the king does not bother to manage.

"How? It's our local wine. The boss asked the stranger.

Most of Holutia's bards lived in taverns in small towns, and most of them lived only on them, and few of them had a permanent residence like Farran.

"So-so. ”

After a few glasses of wine, Franan was already a little dizzy, and the people of small towns liked to make spirits because they kept the cold out, and a glass of spirits would refresh the farmers when they were busy with farm work.

Of course, there were also drunken people like Franen.

It wasn't the first time he had been drunk, but he had never been so drunk that he hallucinated—he saw a man who had been dead for a long time walk into the tavern and walk slowly in front of him. She was on crutches, no different from an ordinary old woman with a long clock.

Fran slurred his tongue and said, "What a real adventure, President." ”

He hadn't seen him for ten years, and the president was getting older than he could have imagined.

"I've heard that the Assassin Guild has been maintained by you all these years. The old man sat down beside him.

Ever since the news of the leader's death was discovered, the guild has become demoralized, lacking a leader, and even several elders have been divided. One group advocated working with Spades to continue accepting difficult assassination missions in order to expand the Assassins' guild's influence, while others believed that the Assassin Guild should go into hiding and allow the Assassins to reintegrate into the lives of ordinary people as the war ended.

When the two factions were close to facing each other, Farlan shocked everyone with the power of the seal. Since then, he has become the vice president of the guild.

The President had said that when the war subsided, the mission of the Assassins would be accomplished.

Franin has always kept it in his mind.

"Flan. Baifeng suddenly spoke.

On that cold winter afternoon, a slightly drunk Frann heard the most shocking words of his life.

- "The Assassins' Guild, disbanded here. (To be continued.) )