The liveliest part of the tavern had finally passed, and as it was about to close, the waiters began to clean up the cups and plates in the tavern. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Colin and Old Jimmy were still sitting in their previous positions, and in the conversation that had just ended, Colin learned from Old Jimmy about the recent turmoil in the city: first the assassination of the captain of the guard, then the robbery and theft of caravans, and the poisoning of several wells in the city. The guards in the city are now in a hurry, and with the troops who were previously assigned to various territories to prevent the attack of the dragons, the current guards in the city are indeed very tight, and it is also under the command and dispatch of the viscount that they do not take care of one or the other.

Colin sat in his seat and sorted out the information he had just received, and as of today, the city was chaotic enough, and the guards were scattered enough. The other party should want to take advantage of the shortcomings of the troops in Eton City, and use the chaos to weaken the defenses around the lord, and now this chaotic situation is almost to the extreme, if the other party wants to make a move, it should be these two days.

Now Colin had two options, either to investigate the Assassin's location and report it to the lord within two days, or to meet the lord as soon as possible to convince him to strengthen his guards to survive this time. But on closer inspection, Colin almost immediately rejects the second approach: a veteran who has been on the battlefield for many years would never have used this method of evasion. Although it was very entangled, Colin naturally knew that it was almost impossible to persuade Bartomir to strengthen his self-preservation. Thinking of this, he was relieved, he only needed to go all out to track down the assassin now. As for whether it will succeed or not, maybe it is fate.

Having made up his mind, Colin breathed a sigh of relief and stood up to help Jimmy and the waiters clean up the cups and plates.

"Hmm, just a cup!" Colin seemed to see some shadow, presumably there was some liquid left on the cup.

Removing the cup from the basket for washing dishes, Colin touched the liquid at the bottom of the cup.

A phantom, sitting where the outdoor tables and chairs had been placed before. There was nothing wrong with that familiar feeling, it was the female assassin your. But it was clear that Colin didn't get much information, and the shadow just sat there and didn't move until it disappeared.

"Now the most direct way to find her may be blood, how to find her blood?"

Obviously, it's hard to have an answer to this question, and Colin didn't waste much time thinking about it. After saying hello to Jimmy, Colin went to rest in his own little attic. He also plans to investigate some of the contaminated wells tomorrow.

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Opening the door, Colin entered his little attic once again. This little attic was what Old Jimmy promised to leave for Colin before he left.

It used to be Colin's creative space, a laboratory and a meeting room, and there were still some untouched manuscripts in the closet next to the table, all of which were failed plays written by Colin as a child. Colin didn't lose them either, after all, failure is also an asset, especially for a young man who is still improving. However, it is clear that Colin's creative golden period was very short, and the work had just been occasionally sung in the province, and he inherited his uncle's inheritance and returned to his hometown to become a landlord. Since returning home, he has not written a complete work.

Maybe he still can't leave the hustle and bustle of the tavern, and he can't leave the crowded streets.

Colin had a natural affection for the city, and when he was a young man his wealthy merchant father took him to Dastithan, the capital of the southern province of Kachin, better known by its nickname: the Desert Pearl. For the first time, little Colin saw the city, the place where people and things meet, with its inhabitants of all races, visitors from all over the world, a wide variety of goods, and rows of houses. Almost in that instant

Colin loves the city, and the streets of the city always give him a lot of strange inspiration. Recall that Colin's encounter with the Strange Ink Merchant also took place on a street. Streets are places where all kinds of possibilities meet, people walk the same road, share the same goal, and always meet naturally.

After the young traveler finished his studies, Colin set out to travel to various cities on the continent. In the end, he settled in Eton, first because old Jimmy was gracious, and secondly, under the rule of Bartomir, Eton City was also the most prosperous and harmonious city in the eastern part of the empire except for the capital.

Colin has a deep affection for the city, after all, it is the source of his countless creative inspirations, and it also has his few friends. Traveling scholars have few friends, after all, they travel the world, alone, they are passers-by, and others are not passers-by to them.

After living in Eton City for a few years, Colin also made some good friends, such as Cayenne in the piano room, Larski in the theater, and his boss Jimmy Sr. Old Jimmy was a very good man, probably because he was born as a vagabond, and he had received a lot of relief before, and he was also very approachable after he became prosperous, and he was very kind to the waiters in the tavern, and he never defaulted on his wages, nor did he deduct tips or anything. Every day when the store is opened, I come to accompany the guys to set up tables and chairs, and when I am busy, I will help serve food and wine. But old Jimmy also loved it, and he often made small talk to his guests at work: tavern owners across the continent were often the people in a city who knew the most gossip, after all, gossip eventually went into the wine.

Old Jimmy admired Colin's talent and insight, and of course, in terms of insight, there are not many people in Eton City who can compare with Colin, which is Colin's advantage as a traveling scholar. Colin's rich knowledge does give Colin a great creative advantage, and his lyrics and singing passages often do not have vulgar dog blood love, and they are even higher than some unelegant obscene lyrics. In fact, Viscount Bartomir also began to frequent Jimmy's tavern after Colin came here, and he liked Colin's works very much, and Colin's smooth depiction was more refreshing and pleasant to the old man than to indulge in the innocent moaning of so-called bitterness.

At the head of Colin's little attic hung a broken six-stringed lyre, which Colin had purchased from Cayenne when he first came to the tavern, and the strings had broken less than a year after playing, still while playing. Kayeni said that it was Colin who played the piano too hard, too hard, and although this reason made Colin cry and laugh, but he was born with a loud voice, and if he didn't play hard, the drinkers could not hear the music, and just like that, Colin messed up the performance that night. But fortunately, the drinkers didn't pay attention to the laughter for a while.

The next morning, Cayenne brought a new, better instrument to the shop, and it turned out that the Viscount had heard about it that night from the tavern, so he sent someone to contact Cayenne overnight, and asked her to give Colin the best six-stringed instrument in the shop the next day, and put it on her head.

Colin, who got the new piano, was also very happy, and improvised a short humorous piece for Bartomir in the evening's performance. And the old piano was also kept by Colin and hung in the small attic as a souvenir.

His eyes swept around the room, recalling the memories of the past, and Colin smiled lightly. Indeed, there is a feeling of coming home. Settling down, Colin stripped off his clothes and lay down on the bed and fell asleep.

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Your walks into a ruined mansion that has long been referred to as a haunted house by the women of the city. But your is not afraid, I don't know how many people have died under his command, if there is really a ghost, the anger on her own body is heavier than that of a ghost, and it is not certain who scares whom. Your had been living in the mansion for three days, and she needed a secluded place enough to prepare something.

Your can't wait, and all her setups will be in two days' time. She would be alone in this unprecedented, ambitious project, and her heart beat slightly faster every time she thought about it, which was already a very emotional reflection of a seasoned assassin. Indeed, this is a very challenging and exciting task, and this is the art of assassination that I am really pursuing!