At the same time, another black figure appeared on the roof on the left side in front of Kersmer, and also looked towards Kersmer's location. After a moment's pause, the two black figures moved almost simultaneously, and began to move rapidly towards the location of Kersmer.

Eyemerd watched as they crossed several rooftops in succession, reaching the two rooftops closest to his hut in ten seconds, and then falling from the rooftops to the floor of the alley at the same time. The way they landed from the roof was not to jump directly from the roof, but to hang a thin rope on the roof and then use it to slide steadily down against the walls of the house. Landing in this way is neither dangerous nor quiet.

The two men wore thick black hoods, half of their faces were obscured, and a special kind of robe, also black, was worn outside their heads. It took them a short time to go from the rooftop towards Kersmer to the ground in the alley, and they didn't make much noise enough to wake up the sleeping people.

So when they stood in front of Eksmer and found that Eksmer was sleeping with his eyes closed, they were not surprised, as if that was the case, and they were accustomed to it.

As the two men approached, Sensed saw their attire and immediately remembered what Marit had told him about a special profession, that of Assassins, and that they were the kind of assassins who were adept at using the darkness of the night to carry out assassinations. He remembered that Marit had jokingly told him that if you wanted to test and train your agility and speed, you had better find an assassin who was good at assassination as your opponent. And now, it seems that the opportunity for Kosmer has come, and there is more than one opponent.

As the two men were about to fall from the roof to the ground, Eksmerd closed his eyes before they could see his condition, leaned sideways against the wall and pretended to be asleep. He wanted to create a surprise attack for himself so that he could take down one of his opponents in an instant, after all, it was easier to fight one against one than with two, especially if the opponent might be stronger than himself.

After hearing the sound of two men on the ground, Korsmund struggled to remain calm, to breathe evenly, and to listen intently in the darkness, reacting immediately if something went wrong.

I only heard the man on the left ask in a low voice, "Are you sure this kid is the one who is going to be hunted down by the Stygian Moon?"

The man on the right also replied in a low voice, "Well, it's really like the kid in the portrait." Don't you recognize it at such a close distance? Did you not look at the portrait seriously, or did you not believe your own eyes? As a member of the Shadow, not believing your own eyes is an insult to the Shadow. ”

"You're not right, I've always trusted my instincts more than my eyes, and that often helps me better in my tasks. My gut tells me that this kid, who is now sleeping like a dead pig in front of us, is most likely just an innocent homeless man. ”

"Even if you kill the wrong person, you can't let it go! If a person is innocently killed, he can blame Providence for being ruthless, but if he is powerless to resist, then he can only blame himself for his own incompetence! Moreover, it is obvious that he is the person we are looking for. Your instincts are terrible, don't trust them anymore, or you'll be one of the lowest levels of the Shadow for the rest of your life. You'd better follow my example and trust your eyes!"

"You're no better! You're just a candidate for the next level, or at the same level as me!"

"After I cut off this kid's head, it won't be anymore soon!"

Before the man could finish speaking, Kersmund heard a slight sound of blades breaking through the air coming at him.

Sensing his position, Kersmer kicked high in front of him as he suddenly threw his upper body backwards and braced himself behind him with his hands behind him, dodging the assassin's attack.

The kick hit the jaw of the black-clad assassin who had leaned over and was about to assassinate Kersmond, sending him staggering backwards for some distance before falling to the ground. Due to the severe concussion of his brain, the black-clad assassin immediately fell unconscious.

Kersmer rolled over, stood up, opened his eyes to look at the two assassins in front of him, and said lightly, "No, sometimes you can't trust your eyes too much. ”

"Damn, you kid is pretending to be asleep! damn it!" the black-clad assassin on the left immediately stabbed at Kersmer with a dagger.

After a few moves with him, he found that the assassin's shot was really fast, but he was faster than him, and when he tried to stab the dagger at Kersmer for the third time, Kersmer punched him in the right shoulder, so painful that he immediately threw down the dagger, and covered his right shoulder with his left hand and stepped back, and Kersmer followed closely and knocked him to the ground with a punch.

After knocking out the two Assassins, Kersmund did not dare to linger here any longer and immediately ran out of the alley. But when he was about to rush out of the alley, a dagger silently stabbed at him from his side, but fortunately Kersmund detected and dodged in time, otherwise he would have been stabbed.

Another Assassin wearing a black hood and a black robe, but this Assassin did not talk as much as the two Assassins just now, and after the sneak attack on Kersmer failed, he continued to attack Kersmer without saying a word.

With the intuition of a fighter, Kersmod felt from this assassin an aura that he could not feel from the two assassins just now, and it was also a completely unfamiliar momentum that he had never felt before. Although this momentum is not strong, the arrogance, calmness and resoluteness contained in it can clearly be experienced by Kosmoed.

This kind of momentum seems to be able to merge with the surrounding darkness, and it can be guided by killing intent, like an invisible dagger, hitting people's hearts. Perhaps, this is exactly what a true assassin should have. Feeling that momentum, Kersmod did not dare to underestimate the enemy, and hurriedly dodged when the assassin attacked him again. As he dodged, he noticed that the Assassin's robe was not jet-black like the two Assassins just now—his robe had a silver pattern in the area where his heart was, which seemed to be some kind of totem or symbol.

In the darkness of the night, Kersmed could not make out what the silver-white pattern looked like, but he realized that it might be a status symbol, or a rank of the Assassins of their rank.

Before Sensed could finish his dodge, the Assassin stabbed him for the third time, followed by the fourth, then the fifth...... Every interval was not enough time for Sensed to catch his breath.

Ksmerd's heart was shocked: It's too fast! This assassin is not only extremely fast, but also extremely quick to judge. Because every stab he used with his dagger was not a random stab, but a stab from an angle that was almost the most difficult for Kersmerd to deal with, in response to the way and direction of his dodge. Before his last dodge was complete, his next stab was already close to his body. This means that at the very moment when Kosmerd's last dodge was performed, the Assassin had already judged Kosmerd's dodge and position, and made a new attack.

And with Ixmead's current ability, he can only barely see that this assassin is extremely fast, and it is difficult to preemptively retaliate at all, because compared to the speed of this assassin's attack, his speed is really much slower.

Eyemer had not yet been knocked down, and his ability to dodge the Assassin's attacks after attack was entirely dependent on his excellent reflexes and agility.

However, this is not the way to go, and the situation will only become more and more unfavorable for Kosmode.

Fearing that more Assassins would find him, Kersmod wanted to fight the Assassin in front of him quickly, but he didn't expect to find himself in such a predicament. He had no intention of fighting and wanted to find an opportunity to escape, but the Assassin seemed to know his thoughts and intensified his attack, leaving him no chance to escape.

As despair grew, Kersmoud suddenly remembered what Maritt had said to him: When you encounter an invincible enemy that you can't easily leave, but you must get out as quickly as possible, you don't waste time looking for opportunities. At such times, it is better to put aside the idea that you can flee without loss, and be brave enough to make some necessary sacrifices to create an escape opportunity for yourself immediately.

So, Kersmund gritted his teeth and relented, and when the assassin stabbed the dagger into his heart at a tricky angle, he no longer dodged, but met the dagger that was stabbing at him in the left shoulder. As the dagger stabbed him in the left shoulder, he jerked his foot up to kick the assassin.

The Assassin's entire body was stunned by the unusual behavior of Kersmer, who seemed to be in shock. In fact, it is no wonder that the assassin witnessed Mindmer's excellent reflexes and flexible movements, dodging his attacks again and again, but suddenly being stabbed by him in such a way that he would inevitably be unable to react.

But his astonishment was only momentary, and when he saw Sensed raise his foot to kick at him, the assassin dodged and jumped backwards, not daring to pull his dagger back.

Eyemold's kick was a false move, not a real kick, and when he made the Assassin retreat and dodge, he immediately retracted it. The next moment, Minded quickly turned around and sped away without looking back in the opposite direction from where the assassin was.

The Assassin immediately chased after him, but he was more than ten feet behind Mindmer.

Desperate, Kersmund ran as hard as he could, weaving through the streets of Živatze. I ran as hard as I could. He only felt that the sky was getting brighter, and the darkness was gradually expelled by the light as he ran at a rapid pace.

When it was getting dark, Sensed was so tired that he had to stop, leaning against a wall, sweating profusely and panting. After dawn, the streets began to be filled with pedestrians, and the Assassins did not follow—he seemed to be out of danger for the time being.

After resting for a while, Kersmund set off again and continued on his way, but instead of running again, he slowed down and walked through the streets.

He still hadn't pulled out the dagger on his shoulder, because he was afraid that pulling it out now would make him bleed. He didn't have the time and tools to stop the bleeding right now. In addition, the unstoppable blood dripping on the ground would form blood stains and expose his whereabouts, so he did not dare to pull out the dagger rashly, but waited until he was in a safe enough place to deal with the wound.

Bearing the pain of his wound, Kersmerd continued to walk briskly, but he did not dare to ask any passers-by about the gates of Rivacheze, for he could no longer be known to the people of the Eternal Night. In this strange place, he didn't know who he could trust, so he could only grope his way forward on his own, and the direction of his walk was not clear.

After walking for a while, Minded was about to turn into an alley when he suddenly heard a scream, what seemed to be a woman's cry for help.

Hearing this, Ksmund immediately followed the sound to another alley. From the entrance of the alley, you can see that a woman is surrounded by two men, leaning against a wall, constantly struggling to resist the indecent actions of the two men, and constantly crying for help. Soon, however, her mouth was covered by one of the men's hands, and she could no longer scream.

At this time, there was no one else in their vicinity except for Kesmode. Without hesitation, Ekmerd stepped forward and sped towards where they were.

The two men heard the footsteps and turned their heads in unison to spot Korsmerd running towards them alone. At the same time, they saw the dagger he had on his shoulder.

"Oh, a stinky boy, do you want to be a hero and save beauty? I'm going to have a lot of experience today!, but at least pull out the thing your father had on your shoulder, boy!" said one of the men with a smile.

Another man also laughed loudly, "Haha, maybe he accidentally stuck it on himself when he was using that thing as a toy!"

; However, the two rascals immediately regretted their jokes. Germund rushed in front of them, and before they could react, with just one punch and kick, the two hooligans were beaten to the ground in a matter of seconds, and then fled desperately.

After glancing at the figures of the two hooligans fleeing in disarray, Kersmund turned to look at the woman. What appeared before his eyes was a delicate and youthful face, and the most striking thing on this face was a pair of beautiful eyes decorated with long eyelashes, like two crystal grapes. And the fair skin of this face seems to be transparent, and a layer of redness faintly reveals at this time.

Kersmer's reaction to this face can be described as amazing. For it was indeed the most beautiful face he had ever seen when he was so big, and the owner of this face was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, and even Rena, who had been like an angel in the mind of Kersmer, could not compare to her. In addition, the woman's hair has a lively, distinct, golden-like color and is one of the most beautiful parts of her body.

After a brief period of embarrassment, the woman, who seemed to be only a year or two older than Kersmund and less than twenty years old, quickly returned to normal. I saw that she looked dignified, her eyes were gentle, she reluctantly smiled at Kersmode, and said softly: "This warrior, thank you for your help in helping me drive away those two beasts, otherwise I will ......" Speaking of this, the woman's voice gradually trembled with excitement, and stopped abruptly. After a pause, he continued to say with a slight cry, "Anyway, thank you very much for defending my innocence and saving my life, because if I am really defiled by them, then I will definitely choose to commit suicide." ”

The woman's beauty made Sensed involuntarily distracted, but he quickly came to his senses and replied, "You need not be polite to me, for I have long regarded it my duty to punish the evil and protect the weak." You don't have to be afraid of the wicked, because when you are in trouble, someone will come to your aid!"

"Oh, you're a knight!" the woman said excitedly, blinking her large, bright and charming eyes a few times in succession.

"No, I'm not a knight, maybe I will be in the future, but I'm just an ordinary commoner now, and I can just punch and kick a few times. Eyemerd paused and asked, "Why do you think I'm a knight?"

"For as far as I know, it is one of the spirits of a knight to punish the evil and protect the weak. And you take both of these things as your responsibility, and at the same time you have the ability to do so, so it makes me feel like you're a knight. The woman explained excitedly, still excited, and didn't seem disappointed that Sensed wasn't a knight.

"It is one of the spirits of a knight to punish the evil and protect the weak," said Kermund thoughtfully. He did not expect that the creed he wanted to abide by would overlap with chivalry, and until then he had no idea what chivalry was about.

"Now, you are not a recognized knight, but from today onwards, you are a knight in my mind. What is your name, my knight?" the woman smiled excitedly and respectfully at Mindmond, her eyes bright and unabashedly in front of Kermind's eyes.

Eyemer almost froze again when he saw her smile as beautiful as a flower. He hurriedly said: "Don't say that, my name is Kosmerd, and I am a Nord from Wocheze. What about you? What's your name?"